She gets... distracted

Despite the fact she had her top on, Waverly had her arms crossed. It was hard not to be paranoid at the thought of the hem blowing up, especially with how little control she seemed to have.

Without her bra, just the thought of that made her flustered.

In one hand she still carried her shopping. She kept reminded herself of that every few seconds; before, it had slipped her mind. She didn’t know how, just that she’d had… other things on her mind.

God, what was happening to her?

“Hey, can you carry this for me?” she found herself saying, as she passed another resident of the town.

Her looked at her, and she found herself regarding him. He wasn’t exactly respectable, Purgatory didn’t have much in the way of that, but he was far from the worst person to talk to.

Ok. Could be worse. These lapses of control had made her do worse than get some help carrying shopping.

“It’s just been a long day,” the thing inside Waverly said, smiling almost flirtatiously. “I’ll be grateful.”

Or not, that was ominous. Still, a patronising kind of chivalry was alive and well in Purgatory. He smiled at her, offering a hand to take the bag.

She handed it over, making a little show of being tired. She beamed at him.

“Thanks,” she said. “Hope this makes up for your effort.”

Waverly didn’t even have the time to react, even if she could have, as she felt herself grab the bottom of her shirt and pull it up and off.

And this time she found herself throwing it at a passing car. She just about managed to squeak in horror, but she could only watch as it hit the windshield, then rolled up and caught around the aerial of the car, pushed along with it.

She turned back to the man; he didn’t seem to want to blink as he took in her perky breasts, suddenly exposed to the open air.

She couldn’t move her arms. She tried, tried to bring them up; even one arm to conceal her nipples would be better than this, but instead they resolutely stayed at her sides.

Waverly flushed under his gaze, but found she couldn’t do anything but blush, walking alongside him.

Then, slowly, she realised they weren’t taking a good route home. Hypothetically, yes, she could go home this way. It would just take longer; and it passed by one of the busier areas.

Oh god, busier areas, she was going to walk topless down a crowded street- This couldn’t be happening.

“Sorry for being so presumptive,” Waverly said.

Inside, she panicked. She didn’t quite understand what was going on, but she knew the rules well enough to tell that nothing good happened when she lost control.

“Quite alright ma’am,” the man said. He seemed to have rather warmed to carrying her shopping, with the view he was getting.

“No, it’s not,” Waverly said. “I never even asked if you were a boob guy or an ass guy, you might not even want to see these.”

His eyes went wide, but there was an undeniable smirk on his face. Waverly meanwhile wanted to scream.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind you… expressing your generosity,” he said.

“Great,” Waverly said, bubbly.

No, not great. She tried to shout, to protest, but her body just passively started undoing her jeans. She and the man slowed for a moment, just as a couple began walking down the other side of the road-

Don’t look at her, please don’t look at her.

Her fervent praying was to no avail; they looked towards her, the man pointing. He said something that made the woman laugh, and Waverly had just enough control to blush.

A slight shriek escaped her lips when her panties came down with her jeans, stepping out of both.

But even that slight resistance didn’t last. She lifted her last garments up, and for a moment, a blissful moment, it seemed like they were going in the bag. She could reclaim them then, at least.

Since when was just having her boobs out the preferable option? But compared to this…

Then she threw, her jeans landing upon a house’s roof. Her panties, meanwhile, she handed to the man who was grinning like she’d just given him a million dollars.

“Better?” Waverly said cheerily, despite how she felt.

She sauntered along like nothing was wrong, like she wasn’t totally naked in the middle of the street and heading to a busier part of town. No matter how hard she tried, she had even less control than before.

“Much,” the man said, looking her up and down. “How far do you want me to carry this?”

“Oh, a long way yet,” Waverly said, the demon occupying her grinning.