Reality

On a crowded, lavish college green lightyears away from Contraxia, on a world called Earth, confusion and anxiety was rampant as suddenly half of the populated radiology seminar simply faded away.

Or at least, that's what everyone thought, before coming to their senses.

Esteemed scientist Betty Ross coughed, brushed herself off, and cleared her throat.

"Anyways as you can clearly see by the diagram, the accident has been related to several rumored occurrences related to the Hulk. Well, this is more than a science lesson for you all."

The film crew began making shushing gestures and should one Thaddeus Ross be watching, he was not amused. But thankfully General "Thunderbolt", as they called him, was blissfully unaware of the events unfolding in this particular quadrant of the US of A.

Betty continued, brushing her long dark hair out of her eyes.

"I'm here to make a confession, you see. For too long I've kept secrets of my own. I've spent my life looking for answers, and now I find myself humbled because I'm about to give a few of my own. To you, the people who deserve to know. I'm finally ready to bare my-"

"Oh my god, look!". Several students and faculty turned around to catch, of all things, a very naked young woman running as if her life depended on it.

Betty looked out into the crowd, and incredulously watched as the apparent streaker ran away, screaming in......no that wasn't right. She had friends......she watched at least 5 bare female asses running away and wondered if she was taking that age old adage of "imagine the audience naked" to heart.

Betty tried to imagine that she wasn't blushing, and she continued, despite the hooting of the troublemakers and their new adoring (mostly male) fans.

"Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that I'm ready to show the world-"

Betty stopped. She had lost her very power to speak, and she didn't know why.

She dusted herself off- and her fingertips met only skin. HER SKIN.

"To show the world-"

She felt something jiggle. Everything jiggled as she straightened herself up, looked down and saw her own one hundred percent bare body from head to little unpainted toes.

"My boobs! My....my- oh god!"

Betty screamed and departed the stage in short order, joining a quickly growing crowd of young, humiliated nude females in mass exodus from their peers.

A cute pink haired goth girl nearly bowled her over, holding her own sizable bosom and leaking torrents of tears, face red as a tomato despite the heavy makeup.

She ran.....and she ran and she ran until her dainty bare feet couldn't take the stones and sharp twigs of the surrounding brush. Her breasts were flailing wildly whenever she tried to switch her hands behind her in an attempt to shield her perfect little bottom.

Her bare concave stomach heaved and her lithe legs finally failed her as she collapsed into a heap in front of a tall tree. Safe.....for now. Betty Ross tried her best to remain cognizant, but in the end fear and humiliation won over, and she fell into a dark ****.

In a dimly lit corner of the city there was a bar where two work partners and friends had gone to mull over their troubles. Neither had had much luck with the men in their life. So for tonight they would swear off them altogether, have some real girl time. Outside, a light rain misted the rooftops.

Girly stuff, cosmos and gossip and hysterical episodes about fading away into dust.

Darcy Lewis, intern to the famed Jane Foster, old flame of one Thor Odinson, sat perched on a bar stool and huffed at the eyes she felt on her back. A bar wasn't exactly getting away from boy trouble. But she had humored the idea because she was ready to get back out there, ready to strut her stuff. Maybe she shouldn't be taking it so personally. After all, they were just checking her out.

When was Jane going to come back from the bathroom, she wondered? And buy her another drink?

Darcy's phone was dead, too. And she had had like 30 facebook notifications.

"Um....oh wow....Um, ma'am, despite the circumstances, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Darcy looked up from her phone to see her frazzled middle aged bartender looking her right between the.....well not her eyes.

She knew she was large-chested. She couldn't help it, but when others felt the need to stare....

And everyone was staring. Wait, did she say despite the circumstances?

"HA!", Darcy exclaimed out loud. She knew it! Freaky stuff was always on them like glue, and....

Darcy chanced a look down and squealed. Apparently something that was not on her, was a single fucking stitch of clothing. "WHAT?!-"

Darcy returned her wide eyes to the barkeep, then sucked in a deep breath, looking behind her, and screamed.

Darcy's pale, bare, and voluptous form was now being viewed publicly by at least 10 guys and counting- some of them cute! In a bar in the middle of the city!

"JANE!"

Suddenly a dazed woman came running out of the rest room. The first thing she saw made her groan in disbelief.

"DARCY?! Darcy, what's gotten into you?! Are you serious right now?"

Darcy just stared back in disbelief, with a helpless look on her face. She wrapped her arms around herself, cringing at the skin rubbing together....everywhere. Her toes curled around the bottom of the bar stool, wriggling nervously.

The bar keep poked her very exposed tummy and she almost bit her ear off. She was scared and cornered and.....and oh god she was naked.

An **** communication ran between the two women and friends. Jane walked to the bar slowly, picked up her phone, turned to the doorway and ran out...

And poor Darcy watched her boss and friend's bare ass saunter into an even more public venue.

Jane began to dial immediately, feeling suddenly very cold in the misty weather.

She placed her phone to her ear and when she heard the operator she immediately began babbling excitedly.

"I have an emergency. I'm outside a bar downtown, I can give you the address. My friend is inside and she needs help, I think there might have been a situation while I was in the bathroom. I'm so sorry, I'm just- I'm, I'm-"

Jane stopped mid sentence and really felt the rain for the first time. Felt it all the fuck over.

"Naked."

Jane screamed and dropped her cellphone, throwing her arms around herself, one between her legs and one over her small but pert bare breasts.

What the hell was going on?

She ran back into the bar barefoot, totally nude, soaking and afraid. And despite the awkwardness, she hugged her friend.

"Hello?", said the responder, to no one.

The cops were there 20 minutes later.

Elsewhere in the cosmos, in a secret place, a crypt-like configuration finally closed over a glaring red luster on a tower of ancient stone, and the two were content to be at rest once more.

To be continued....