Nope

Tilly shook her head, slightly frantic.

“You’re sure?” Pike said.

Tilly squeaked.

“Don’t- don’t stop it because of me,” Tilly said, voice painfully high. She squirmed. “Can- can I be relieved?”

“Of course,” Pike said. He looked back at the screen. “We were... caught off-guard. We’re willing to keep going through with this.”

Tilly didn’t wait for a reply. She stumbled out from behind her console, cheeks almost as red as her hair, curls waving behind her as she darted over to the turbo-lift.

Her ass was displayed rather blatantly behind her. Too panicked to turn around, she couldn’t help but imagine everyone’s eyes on her generous proportions, round cheeks jiggling up and down with each step.

She lingered for a humiliating second outside the doors, before they finally opened; breathless, she toppled inside.

“Close doors!” Tilly yelped, before naming the deck with her room.

She had to go somewhere private! She turned, getting one last mortifying glimpse of the bridge crew and all those people that had seen her like this, before the turbolift doors drew shut.

Deep breath; inhale, exhale. Hyperventilating slightly, Tilly fidgeted, feeling her chest heave with each gasp.

Oh god, oh god-

She glanced down at herself, finally getting to know precisely how exposed she was, and she couldn’t help but squeal again. Oh god, nope, no, she was- she was really naked. Really, really naked.

Her eyes kept being drawn to her cleavage, the space between her sizeable tits, only accentuated by her nervous attempts to cover. Ok, her nipples were out of view, but why did that matter when so much of them could still be seen?!

Swallowing, Tilly raised her other arm, crossing both of them over her chest. She trembled slightly.

Ok, both arms crossed, that… that still didn’t cover everything, far from it, but at least they didn’t move so obviously with each step she took, and half of her tits weren’t visible underneath.

She glanced down again, and squeaked. The downside was that her pussy and patch of bright red were now completely in view. Her boobs were less blatant, but now everyone was going to see her cunt. Tilly squeaked.

Maybe a hand down would be better-

Though she really didn’t want her tits to be shown off either. Tilly whimpered, then shrieked as the turbolift doors drew open again, flailing, red curls rattling against her bare shoulders.

A handful of crew walking through the corridor idly turned at the sound of the doors opening, only to do a double take as they saw the nude ensign. Tilly yelped, and started sprinting.

She’d practised running, part of the command training program had required it. That didn’t mean she’d ever planned this!

She hurried as quickly as she could, blushing beet-red as she passed uniform after uniform, well aware of her own lack of one. Bare feet pattered against the starship floor.

A shriek escaped her lips every handful of seconds. Tilly stumbled over her own feet, feeling her body shift, feeling air rush between her legs, ass shifting with each step; she couldn’t help but imagine it a far worse sight than it was, though it was more then revealing enough.

Bare thighs brushed against each other, skin tingling as though she could feel the stares she was meriting.

Panting, she made it to the door of her room, gesturing to open it. Frantic, Tilly ducked inside, stumbling over to her bed. Thankfully Michael’s was still empty; she didn’t particularly want to face her just now.

“Computer, lock door!” Tilly squealed.

She lowered her arms and dropped onto her front, catching her breath. Deep breaths, she told herself, burying her blushing face in her pillow. Deep breaths.

Oh god, why did this have to happen to her?!