She Walks Home

With a pounding heart she walked down the streets of Martyrville. With an inner heat she thought about how she was dressed. With a slickness to her inner thighs she imagined all the people who might see her.

Hannah walked towards Saint Cities downtown at a brisk pace. She wasn't concerned with being jumped or attacked, her super human physique and abilities nullified any threat a thug or gang banger might pose, but she was still concerned with being seen. Bare feet gave way to long, smooth legs. A torn skirt struggled to contain her ample rear. Bright blue hair draped over large, bouncing breasts. All topped off with glowing orange eyes and a face growing steadily redder as time went on. She imagined it was quite the sight. Certainly the sort of thing she'd have difficulty looking away from.

The nearly naked amazon paused on that thought and bit her lower lip. A moment later she stared at herself in the side mirror of a car. It was the first time she had seen her new face. Her super human form looked similar to her normal form, but not identical. People might think the two faces belonged to sisters, but not to the same person. The gears spun and a light blinked on. Between her transformation, the darkness of night and her nudity nobody would recognize her on sight. As a bonus, if she had to she could move fast enough she to be gone before anyone could pull out a cellphone camera. There was little to no risk in being seen. Not even the police could do anything so long as she made sure her hair covered her nipples. It was freedom.

Hannah carried on with an added bounce in her step. Slowly but surely a smile grew upon her face. It was liberating to walk the streets in such a manner, it reminded her of the times she would occasionally flash her tits while unseen in the park or on the roof of her building. The memory of secret exposures past gave her an idea. She looked down the street in both directions, other than a car crossing an intersection several blocks ahead the city was still dead. With the coast clear the nude woman lifted her long hair and let its bright blue locks fall down her back. She stretched her arms behind her to push her now bare tits out to the night. They were larger than they used to be, heavier. Her normal breasts were large enough to play with and to bounce, but now they could smother and sway.

She stopped walking and began strutting down the empty sidewalk. One foot in front of the other, hips swaying and bare breasts jiggling with eyes locked forward and a pout on her lips. She imagined herself to be a model walking down a runway. So many eyes gazing at her body, so many cameras taking pictures of her naked form. The thought exited her and kept her heart rate up despite her casual pace. Her day dream continued as she made it to the front of the stage. Men sitting right up to edge held out cash, her hand came to rest upon a pole and she spun around as the crowd began to whistle and howl. Her fantasy fashion show had quickly become a strip tease.

To her own surprise she didn't mind.

The topless reporter had reached the edge of Martyrville and was getting close to downtown. As the late night ebbed into early morning this relatively nicer part of town would start to see early risers and go getters up and about. She brought her hair forward again to cover her chest only moments before a car cornered ahead and drove past. She guessed from the honking that the driver had either enjoyed or been offended by her appearance. Hannah picked up a more brisk pace. Faster than before but not by so much as to let her nipples free themselves from their blue covers. Her brilliant plan to cover up and simply walk home seemed more and more like a bad idea as she got closer to her apartment.

First she had encountered a pair of men leaving an apartment building directly ahead of her. Their jaws dropped and they both stopped in their tracks at the sight if her. She kept her eyes forward and did her best to walk nonchalantly. Hannah figured if she didn't make a big deal out of it then maybe they wouldn't either. Her face grew red despite her attempt to act casual, but the growing feeling wasn't just in her cheeks.

Another heat grew deep in the pit of her stomach, a warmness accompanied by the throbbing of blood vessels and moisture flowing down to coat her inner thighs. Again she found herself excited at the idea of what she was doing and almost driven wild by the idea of what more she could be doing.

A haze fell upon her mind as she continued her walk. She could hear voices ahead of her, just around a corner she needed to take. Hannah was feeling a bit more daring, a bit less cautious and was perhaps not quite in a rational state of mind. She flipped her hair back over her shoulders and grabbed her own breasts. Her fingers weren't pressed together and light pink areolas were still clearly visible under her hands. Instinctively the topless woman began to grope and fondle her own chest, stopping only when she was about to turn the corner.

The group of men and women coming up to the corner were shocked at the sight of a blue haired amazon wearing nothing but a torn skirt. They parted around her as she passed without taking their eyes off of the half naked form before them. She kept her eyes forward and her chin high and after passing the group she made a grand gesture of letting her hands fall to her sides. The cat calls from one of the men she left behind were cut short by a smack to the gut from his female companion, a sound she couldn't help but laugh at.

Hannah kept her hair back and her hands on her tits so her fun and games could continue. First she raised a hand to blow a kiss to the driver of a car that had stopped for her, then she crossed her arms beneath her breasts to push them up and out while walking past a teenage boy. The young man was so taken in by the display he walked into a street sign. She got another laugh. This game of covering up when there might be cameras and flashing when there weren't continued until she found herself just around the corner from her apartment building.

The sky was growing bright with the promise of the coming dawn. The streets were coming alive as the cities early birds set out to find their worms. It wouldn't be long until the roads became choked with traffic and the walks littered with people. Hannah had greatly enjoyed her stroll. There were times when she felt like it was a bad idea but the excitement pushed all doubt from her mind. Though she may have tried to deny it at the start of her night, she couldn't help but admit the exposure got her engine revving. Holding her own chest was all she could do to stop herself from sticking her hand down her skirt.

"One more corner and I'll be home." The disappointment of ending her streak was tempered by what she planned to do in her bedroom. A moment later the busty woman with long blue hair and no clothes came around the corner, stopped and ran back.

"Oh damn." She poked her head around the corner of the building to better assess what she had seen. There was her apartment, across the street and just a half block down the road. Directly across from it was a growing crowd of early birds and go getters. Hannah had no idea why they were there. She didn't know the subway access across from her building was closed for maintenance, or that it was to open again in only five minutes. All that mattered to her was that the crowd of morning people was steadily growing as more people left their apartments.

Hannah considered her options and quickly came to a decision: she would walk through the crowd.

She considered crossing the street and walking down the opposite sidewalk, but after her successful walk home she still felt daring. To walk past strangers in her state of undress was exciting, arousing. She could have one last thrill before getting home. Hannah looked down to her half naked body with a devilish grin. If she was going to strut past one last group she had might as well have fun with it. The topless young woman pulled at the tear in her skirt. It grew in size, running all the way up to the band and letting the fabric of her damaged garment hang loose. With her wardrobe adjusted she one again grabbed her tits, making sure to leaves hints of her areolas visible between her splayed fingers, and marched around the corner.

The reactions began almost immediately after she came into view. Most people were looking at their phones, but those who were looking up and around quickly spotted the tall, half naked woman with bright blue hair. It would have been difficult not to. Each step Hannah took towards the crowd seemed to draw out a greater reaction. Some people smiled, others gasped or looked away.

A sudden concern grew in her mind. Hannah kept her eyes forward and a confident smirk on her face, but the coolness across her pelvic area made her question her recent wardrobe adjustment. The skirt was a size or two to small for her new stature and the fabric had pulled free from the side with the tear. That was her plan of course, to show more skin, but now she could tell half her butt cheek was clearly visible along with her entire hip. She couldn't look down to check just how close the edge of the fabric was to her pubic area without breaking her confident facade, so she kept her eyes forward and trusted her skirt to just barely cover her nethers.

It was tight, but the crowd still parted around her as she walked through. They seemed to be in shock, unsure of what to say or do. Hannah could hear whispers ranging from compliments to insults, but other than the audible gasps and a handful of cat calls the crowd kept fairly quiet. Each new gaze that fell upon her gave more excitement, every pair of eyes increasing her arousal. She had often fantasized situations like the one she found herself in, but she could never have imagined actually doing such a thing. The thrill was incredible, like riding a roller coaster for the first time.

Just as she reached the crowds center and turned to start walking to the road she felt a light tug at the band of her skirt. Hannah turned to see what it was, a grave mistake. Her skirt had caught on the handle of a bicycle someone had planned on bringing down to the subway, turning to see it only pulled further on the already strained garment. There was a snap and sudden release of pressure at her waist. The hip opposite the tear felt a sudden chill, a feeling that ran up her spine to deliver a realization.

Her control of the situation shattered.

Hannah stood bare naked in the middle of the stunned crowd. Those before her could see that her carpet did indeed match her drapes, the light blue hair of her trimmed landing strip contrasted her pale skin and almost seemed to point directly to her still warm and moist pussy. What little control she still had over the situation was lost. The crowd began to cheer, whistle and laugh as Hannah turned beet red and tried desperately to cover herself. A hand over her slit let her breast hang free. The other arm came across to try to cover both, it only served to squeeze them together. Though a few people had taken pictures before her wardrobe malfunction, now she could see more and more phone cameras being pointed in her direction.

After her initial panic and futile attempt to cover herself Hannah had a moment of clarity; she needed to get away. With a burst of speed she began to cut through the crowd to the road. Mere seconds after breaking free from her audience she had crossed the road and made her way to the rear of her apartment building.