Framework Fumbles: Quaking in Her Birthday Suit

It was Daisy Johnson’s birthday, and she had reluctantly agreed to help Fitz present the early prototype of the Framework virtual reality training program. The conference room was filled with SHIELD agents, all eager to see the new technology in action. Daisy, however, was eager to get this over with.

“Can we hurry this up, Fitz? I don’t want to spend my whole birthday in some computer program,” Daisy said, rolling her eyes playfully.

Fitz chuckled. “Alright, alright. Just a few quick demonstrations and we’ll be done. I promise.”

Daisy slipped on the VR headset and laid back on the chair, her surroundings transforming into a sleek, virtual combat arena. The big screen in the conference room displayed a virtual camera placed in the simulated world following and focusing on daisy as if she was on a TV show. Fitz tapped a few keys on his laptop, and virtual enemies began to spawn around Daisy.

“Okay, Daisy, show us some of your moves!” Fitz encouraged.

Daisy sprang into action, her athletic build moving gracefully as she executed precise punches and kicks. The agents in the room watched, impressed by her skills. After dispatching the first few enemies, Daisy’s confidence grew.

“Let’s make this interesting,” she muttered to herself, deciding to use her quake powers for the final enemy. With a swift motion, she unleashed a powerful vibration blast, obliterating the enemy.

Suddenly, the simulation began to glitch. The virtual environment flickered, and Fitz’s expression turned from excitement to panic.

“Uh, Daisy, the program isn’t capable of handling your powers yet!” Fitz shouted.

Before Daisy could react, her clothes began to glitch out, pixelating and then disappearing altogether. In the blink of an eye, she was now completely naked in the simulation. The crowd gasped and murmured as the big screen displayed every angle of Daisy's exposed body. Her athletic build was on full display—toned muscles and a firm, juicy ass that drew the attention of every agent in the room. Her breasts were modest yet perfectly shaped, bouncing slightly as she moved. Her nipples, now exposed to the cool virtual air, hardened almost instantly. Below, her clean-shaven pussy was in clear view, the smooth skin would forever remain a mystery as to whether they were a testament to her meticulous grooming or just simply that Fitz had not programmed in pubic hair.

Unaware of her nudity at first, Daisy turned around and around unknowingly giving the camera a view of every inch of her naked body, trying to make sense of the glitching world. "Fitz, what's happening?" she called out, her voice tinged with confusion. The audience's murmurs grew louder, and Daisy's eyes widened in realization. She glanced down and saw her naked body, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

The agents in the conference room gasped, some stifling laughter, others too shocked to react. On the big screen, every angle of Daisy’s naked body was visible as she turned around and around shifting her hand placements, trying to face away and cover herself as much as possible from the eye of the camera which was programmed to always focus on her.

“Fitz! My clothes are gone!” Daisy shouted, her face flushing crimson. She frantically covered her breasts with one arm and her crotch with her other hand, but it did little to hide her embarrassment.

Fitz’s face was beet red as he fumbled with the controls. “I-I’m trying to fix it! Just give me a second!”

Daisy’s cheeks burned with humiliation. The agents’ murmurs and chuckles grew louder. “Get me out of this simulation, Fitz! Now!” she demanded, her voice shaking with anger.

Fitz finally managed to override the program, and Daisy was yanked out of the simulation. She ripped off the VR headset, glaring at Fitz with fiery eyes. “I guess that’s why they call it a birthday suit,” Fitz joked nervously, trying to lighten the mood.

Daisy shot him a **** glare, her hands instinctually covering herself despite still being fully clothed. “Not. Funny,” she hissed before storming out of the room, leaving a trail of awkward silence and suppressed laughter behind her.

As the door slammed shut behind her, the agents erupted into hushed conversations. “Well, that was one way to make a birthday memorable,” one of them quipped, shaking his head.

Fitz sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Happy birthday, Daisy,” he muttered to himself, already dreading the apology he would have to make later.