Her Bra

You decide it's time to kick things up a notch. You activate your power once more, but this time only speeding yourself up to several times the speed of human perception. That difference was important to the next step of your plan.

You walk up to the agent, who was moving so slowly she might as well be frozen still. You unbutton her blazer, which allows you access to the blouse buttons underneath. You see the faint outline of a bra against the tight fabric, and smile. You've found your target.

You take out the ends of the blouse from under the skirt, then unbutton it while admiring her clear skin and tight stomach as it comes into view. You decide to be a little bit mischievous - you don't simply undo the buttons. Instead you pop them out with ****, thus making it so she couldn't button it up again without some serious tailoring work.

When you finish with the last button, you fling the garment open and are pleasantly surprised with what you see. She's wearing a tight, plunging bra, likely to make sure it doesn't show from beneath the white blouse, and to keep her boobs from jiggling too much.

You struggle with the clip (even time dilation can't solve every problem) before deciding it's too much trouble. You walk around the lab until you find a pair of scissors. Returning to the agent, you snip off the shoulder straps and the elastic at the back. You peel off the destroyed bra and throw it on the ground in front of her, and return the scissors to where you found them - safety first.

You're not done yet, though. You cup both her breasts and massage them thoroughly, playing with her nipples as you slowly feel them harden under your fingers. To finish the job, you carefully bite her left nipple before walking back to your place. You adjust your pants, then finally resume the flow of time.

"...three...two...oooooooh~", said Eva as a huge wave of pleasure hit her body. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. In one instant, her body went from normal to feeling like it was hit by lightning, sparks of pleasure erupting inside her. Her knees went weak and she almost fell. She had to lean on a nearby wall to steady herself before she almost lost her footing.

She shook herself into focus. She trained her gun once more upon the mysterious figure, and opened her mouth to resume counting down when the figure raised their hand as if they were in a classroom.

"Excuse me, miss - is that bra yours?", the figure said, pointing to a spot on the floor.

She couldn't help but look down, her mouth still open. She saw a bra that looked very similar to the one she had put on this morning. Except the straps on this one were cut, meaning it couldn't be worn any longer.

In that moment, she looked further down upon her own body. Her jaw dropped at what she saw.

Her blazer and blouse were wide open, and her breasts were completely exposed. She shrieked in a high pitched voice and reflexively tried to cover her chest with one hand. She shuddered when she felt her erect nipples, for the skin around them was extra sensitive.

"Wha-how", was all she could say as her mind struggled to comprehend how it had happened. A flash of anger rose from within the embarrassment, and she set the sights of her weapon upon the figure...

Your sharpened sense notice that the flustered agent was about to pull the trigger on her weapon. Even though you could dodge it, it was best if it never happened. You never know what damage a stray bullet can do, not to mention set off all kinds of inconvenient alarms.

You slow down time once more. You decide it's best if you strip away her weapon - and while you're at it, why not a little something else?