Take a shortcut

There was no way in the world Taylor was about to let herself be seen in this state of undress by strangers. Even if they didn’t take pictures to sell to the media for a quick buck, Taylor couldn’t trust people she didn’t know to not go blabbing about this to their friends. Not that her chest was worth gossiping about, but she couldn’t underestimate how badly things could go if she were seen.

Taylor ran towards the power effect. Eager for this nightmare to be over quickly. She already had her bugs hard at work finding a path through the effect and to the backdoor into HQ where she could hopefully find something to wrap up in or sneak to her room without being scene. That was a whole other ordeal, and the easier one compared to making her way through this maze of weird gravitational pull.

Taylor didn’t feel any of it yet and her bugs didn’t either when they were flying about. The vortex only seemed to care about non living things, which meant her bugs were only useful when they landed on something so she could sense the vibrations of that object. A fly landed on rebar up ahead of her and she stopped, the wreckage shaking ever so slightly as the vortex pulled on it. She couldn’t feel that pull from earlier on her clothes now, meaning going in that direction would be going closer to the thing that vaporized her top.

God, she missed that tank top now. The wind wasn’t strong with so much equipment around, but what did breeze through made her shiver, nipples so hard they threatened to poke right through the material of her tight bra. She turned to the right, rearranging the bugs so that they could scout ahead for her. There really was no point covering her chest while she ran, but she did. The pull from earlier seemed to fill the material with some sort of clingy telekinetic static. Every few seconds she’d have to pick the fabric out of her butt or squeak out a moan as her hard nipples were rubbed. It slowed her down and after having to uncling the bra from her breasts for the fourth time in less than a minute, she strongly considered just taking it off and carrying it, putting it back on when she made it to the backdoor.

Taylor took a deep breath. No. She was just frustrated about this whole thing and making dumb decisions while annoyed would only lead to her being worse off. She kept her bra on, which was a decision that really would’ve been a no brainer about an hour ago when she was getting dressed.

Her bugs safely led her deeper through the zone, telling her where the pull was strongest. Left, then right, then right again, up and over rubble and debris. If there was a pattern to this power, she couldn’t figure it out, not when she was having to also plot a way to her destination while grabbing at her chest like a pervert. Her underwear was also starting to cause issues, the fabric shifting ever so slightly against her crotch, causing some rather annoying stimulation. She unstuck those too, could at least something go right today?

A few of her bugs landed on what Taylor assumed must’ve been a window back when the building was fully intact. It shook and Taylor paused, already turning to go in another direction. But then the bugs that way were shaking as well. Oh no. She tried a few more directions, gathering more of her bugs to test the ways forward. There were none. Fine. It was annoying and she would have to waste time backtracking, but fine. She turned around, moving bugs to find a way back out but then her heart sunk.

Not too far away, and getting closer and closer, the loose debris she’d just ran past was being vaporized. Oh no. No, no, no. This was bad. She had thought the power was stagnant, a few bad areas scattered here and there. Instead, it was moving, or at least had hurricane-like bands that swept through the air like the wind, destroying whatever inorganic thing it touched. She was trapped. Every bug in the vicinity that was on something was starting to shake, warning her of what was coming.

But just when she thought it was hopeless and that she’d wind up standing here in a few seconds hopelessly pulled to full on nudity, she felt the bugs on the window stop shaking. The pull there must’ve stopped. Taylor ran for it, it was her only shot.

She stumbled a few times, the rubble around her starting to shift as the pull behind her got closer. Taylor could subtly tell her clothes were being pulled just like before, although not as intense, not yet. Her shorts and underwear was starting to wedge up her pussy, her sports bra rubbing even harder against her nipples. There was no time to fix the discomfort though, she ran as hard as she could.

The window was narrow and she had to crouch to squeeze her lanky body through. One leg was through as she straddled the window sill but as she started to sweep the other leg over, she couldn’t move. The power effect had grabbed her bra like it was the scruff of her neck, holding it there. Worse, it had a pull on her shorts and underwear now, yanking her so that the straddling she was doing on the window made her face blush. She had to act, and fast!

•Quick! Throw all of her body weight through the window where the power wasn’t happening. If something ripped then so be it, she knew she was strong enough to pull it off. She hoped.

•Fast! Sacrifice the bra too and get to safety! Becoming fully naked was NOT an option right now.

• GAME OVER! Taylor can’t focus with all the stimulation and has the most embarrassing orgasm of her life.