Pop the top.

She seems to be keeping her glistening body in order under the shower, so you decide to move thing along. Suddenly, the white line down the center of her tube top splits open. It's a clean cut, as if it's supposed to open that way.

She yelps as her shirt opens, completely exposing her wet, gigantic breasts to the world. She struggles to tug the fabric back over her nipples as her face turns head, but you make it so by some terrible luck, it's somehow no longer large enough to fully close again. The material continues to shrink back until it's impossible to even cover herself with it now. Her perky tips are on full display.

Her arms squish over the front of her cleavage, and her fluffy ears perk while her eyes peer back and forth. Her training as a spy never really prepared her for this!

"Crap. Crap. I gotta get outta here now!"

She looks for an exit, but people are starting to look at her--very happily, you notice.

"Sorry, Noellers. This girl's gotta solve her own problems first. Crap. Crap."

She starts to scurry, wearing no more than tiny straps on her torso that were once a top that at least concealed her nipples, even if it barely did. She was used to her body being shown, but not this much.