The tour continues

A quick discussion among the assembled reporters came to the conclusion that if the tour was ended now, the entire story would be about Pepper being such an incompetent boss she could not keep her own outfit together, mich less a multi-billion dollar company, so **** and red-faced Pepper continued with the schedule despite being reduced to her underwear.

"So... this is the staff break room..." Pepper said without much enthusiasm, as they proceeded into a large room filled with relaxed employees, who turned to see their new boss walking through in her skimpy underclothes. "I think... we might have come in during a particularly busy morning coffee break... oh, good. Let's... let's move on, shall we?"

Pepper hurried, her plump buttocks jiggling in her thin panties, and pushed through the door into the next room, a laboratory with manufacturing equipment around the walls, and several objects sitting around the room, most with the appearance of guns or similar.

"I thought Stark Industries got out of the weapons business?" A reporter called out, "Are you reversing that decision?"

"Not at all," Pepper replied, "We're branching out into non-lethal methods of crowd control, defusing situations without ****. All of the machines here are completely harmless in the long-term, I could switch on any one of them and be unharmed." She paused, she had memorised what she was going to say in advance, and realised now what she had just volunteered for, and with the way today was going she wished she hadn't. Now everyone was watching her expectantly.

"Are you going to?" Someone asked.

"Um..." Pepper gulped, "Yeah, sure." She looked around, spotted a nearby device, and flicked a switch. She could hear it powering up. "This particular one emits a pulse that breaks up momentum, it can cause people to lose their footing, or just catch their breath. Obviously, the further away, the weaker the pulse is."

"And standing right next to it?" A reporter asked.

"Well..." the machine let out a low booming sound, Pepper's red hair stood up on end and she let out a gasp, a moment before the strap of her bra snapped and it flew away from her. Before she could fully react, her panties slid down her legs, the elastic snapped.

"Something..." Pepper gasped, cheeks burning red, as she stood naked, hair messed up, "something like that..."