S-ENF-029 - COSTUME FAIL

Item #: S-ENF-029
Object Designation: Costume Fail

Emilia, in her abbreviated French maid costume, crouched under the desk and peered out at the chaos in the Foundation offices.

Beautiful lady scientists, in very silly costumes, ran shrieking through the office corridors. They climbed on top of desks, ducked behind filing cabinets and toppled over water coolers in their haste to get away.

All around them, gaps in reality were opening, and tentacles were coming out. Pulsing purple rifts in the fabric of space and time, and slippery purple groping pseudopods, wrapping around waists and limbs to hoist their captives high into the air.

"PANTY INSPECTION," declared the metallic voice of Yog-Spankoth, as a tentacle embraced Carol Song. The struggling security officer felt her feet leave the carpet as she was raised above the desks. She grabbed at the tentacles, trying to pry them loose from her body, but the grip of the abominable being from beyond time and space was just too strong.

"DR. BLITHE. IF YOU WOULD DO THE HONORS?"

"Happy to oblige," said Blithe, and yanked down Carol's yoga pants, baring strong thighs and a full round tempting bottom. He gave it a smack and said "No panties! Naughty girl!"

"Blithe! How dare you!"

"INDEED. WHAT A NAUGHTY GIRL."

All across the offices, women were suffering similar fates. Thelma's wrists were pinned above her head, her sweater riding up to reveal her plump thighs and the tender pink lips of her pussy, her bottom glowing pink as two tentacles wielding ping-pong paddles gave her a firm seeing-to.

Melissa squealed as she was bent over a desk, the seat of her pajamas falling open to expose a tempting honey-brown target. Angela yelped as her high-cut yellow one-piece swimsuit was wedgied very tightly between the cheeks of her slim peachy derriere. Penelope squirmed, trying to keep her scarf from falling off as her tutu was flipped up to reveal an adorable pert backside, lovely dark cheeks taut with anticipation.

The sound of spanking filled the offices.

"Ahh!"

"Eek!"

"Ooh!"

"DR. BLITHE! I HATE YOU!"

Not a spanking! Emilia's cheeks turned red at the thought of it. She hated being spanked. It was too late for the other girls, but maybe, Emilia thought, I can use my incredible intelligence to get out of here. The exits were all blocked off by tentacles, but there was still one way to escape.

She took a deep breath. This was risky, but she had to take a chance.

She dashed from her hiding place beneath the desk... and threw herself through one of the open space-time portals. The fabric of reality itself blurred and whizzed around her. Briefly, she saw into the heart of the universe, into the deepest secrets of the cosmos, and felt embarrassment so hot and overwhelming that it couldn't be comprehended by the human mind as the gaze of Dread Clotheslhu passed over her.

Then, a bright light was shining down on her.

Emilia squinted. Where was she? Was that a... camera?

Yes, it was a camera. Multiple cameras, in fact. She was in a TV studio, on the set of a very popular late night talk show, watched by millions of people worldwide. The host squinted at her and said "Hey, you're not Scarlett Johannson!"

"...should I be?"

"Well, you'll have to do. Anyway, you're way hotter. We go live in three, two, one..."

"Live?" said Emilia, as the studio audience burst into applause. The band struck up a jaunty tune, welcoming everyone to the show. Emilia glanced at the little red light on the cameras, indicating they were on. "But you can't put me on TV?"

"Why not?"

"I'm wearing nothing but this stupid little French maid costume!"

"What French maid costume?" said the host. Emilia looked down at herself, and discovered something interesting. The gaze of Dread Clotheslhu, brief as it was, had erased her stupid little French maid costume from reality. She was stark naked.

"EEEEEK!"

"Wow," said the host, impressed, as Emilia screamed and tried to hide her body from the laughing crowds. "You don't get a show this good with Scarlett Johannson."

Emilia whimpered and squirmed as the spotlights shone down on her, illuminating her naked body for the entire world to see. The studio audience was in hysterics. The cameras zoomed in to get a better view, panning slowly over her nude form, methodically ensuring that every last inch of her peachy, luscious curves was broadcast live and uncensored for the public's entertainment

Still, at least she wasn't being spanked, she thought, as another portal opened behind her, and Dr. Blithe stepped through.