Two weeks later and good news! Kinda

Tilly closed her eyes, doing her best to focus on the steady rhythm of inhaling and exhaling. The air tingled against her bare back.

It had been two weeks since the party, two weeks since the Agtians, as they’d come to be known, had formally made contact with the Federation. She’d heard, at least, that a couple of kind-hearted Admirals had tried to talk them out of this prohibition, but somehow she didn’t hold out much hope.

And in the mean time… this. Exhale, her boobs shifting slightly with each breath.

Waking up, working on the console in her room, trying to ignore the fact that literally everyone she spoke to on that would be imagining the fact she was replying while nude, then duty ended. Sometimes lunch meetings had been set up, Detmer and Michael and Ariam coming by with blindfolds like the party.

Which didn’t make her feel any less exposed, but at least they didn’t see everything.

And then, once a day every day, Michael coming by her quarters and having her sit in a manner that made her usual sitting around naked feel almost decent, curvy thighs parted and offering far too good a full frontal view to her former roommate, all the while Michael insisted she should be able to forget everything but her breathing.

Tilly whimpered.

She’d managed maybe a whole second over the past two weeks where everything had slipped her mind, where she’d thought of nothing but the beat of her heart, and a second later it had suddenly all come back and she’d squealed and half-ran back to the bathroom.

Her hands still shook slightly. Michael was a patient teacher; that was almost worse, it’d somehow be easier if Michael gave up and she didn’t have to keep sitting in that manner daily.

Then again she really, really wanted that Vulcan self-control right now.

Her communicator crackled. Tilly breathed a sigh of relief, stumbling up to her feet and hurrying to her bed, bending over and baring her behind for a moment before she ducked under the covers, flushing.

“Ensign Tilly?” Pike’s voice came through.

“Y-yes!” Tilly squeaked. “I, uh, speaking. I mean, obviously me speaking, you know who you called, you know how I sound, I- uh, I’ll shut up now.”

“We received a communication from Starfleet Command that I think you’ll be interested in,” Pike said. “It- hold on, there’s one of those Agtian ships outside.”

“Wh-what?!” Tilly squeaked. “Why-”

Both she and Pike were interrupted by a familiar deep, thrumming voice.

No one had seen an Agtian yet; they might even be incorporeal, grounded in those things Starfleet called ship but having no defined existence beyond it, just their inexplicable powers like a lot of the godlike races ships ran into.

“Another has been chosen as representative,” the Agtian said. “The one called Ensign Tilly is released from our bond.”

“Wait, really?!” Tilly said. Her eyes went wide; “I can get dressed?!”

“We hope your experience has enabled you to understand justice more,” the Agtian said.

Yes, because weeks on end spent stark naked around her friends and coworkers was a just response to a cheap trick to help nervousness around public speaking. Tilly bit her lip.

“Th-thank you!” Tilly squealed, just to be polite.

She almost forgot about Michael being in the room as she rolled out of bed, running nude to the back of the room. She’d not had cause to look in her wardrobe for a while; she still had a spare uniform.

First though she grabbed a pair of panties, bending over, too high on the thrill of finally, finally, after weeks of nudity being able to get dressed to worry just then about pushing her ass out towards her friend.

Gravity made her tits shift, red curls falling down past her face, and she pulled her underwear up.

Her panties had fallen apart by the time they made it to her knees. Tilly stared and reached for another pair; a whimper escaped her lips.

“I- It’s not working,” Tilly squealed. ”Why isn’t it-”

“That looks different,” Michael said slowly.

Tilly turned and shrieked, finding her friend regarding her with an almost clinical gaze. Tilly hurried over to her bedsheets, ducking under them, blushing furiously. She grabbed them and pulled the top sheet up t o her neck, bare feet suddenly kicking out the bottom as she pulled too hard.

“That wasn’t how your clothes vanished before,” Michael said.

“They’re still gone!” Tilly squeaked.

“But it may be a different cause,” Michael said. “Maybe nothing to do with them at all.”

Her words were confirmed by a rumble over the communicator again, a voice emanating from the bridge.

“We kept our word,” the Agtian said. “This was not our doing. Rest assured that justice will be done.”

There was a click as the channel cut off. Tilly looked up nervously. She doubted the creature would interfere to actually fix her situation, somehow. Whatever they meant by justice though baffled her, like always.

Wide-eyed, she looked up at Michael.

“Do you… want to continue meditating?” Michael said.

One more day stark naked, even when things were meant to be better. Tilly flushed, especially when she was summoned to a minor comms room; at least it was quieter than the bridge.

And they’d put together a system for when she needed to go elsewhere on the ship. Tilly stood up, took a deep breath, and crossed both of her arms over her sizeable tits, blushing furiously.

“Ok, ready,” she said.

There was a flicker of light. In seconds she no longer stood in her room, but rather on the transporter pad, in front of a handful of technicians that couldn’t help sneaking a peek to make sure she’d materialized, and then a moment more for utterly unnecessary reasons.

Tilly squirmed, whimpering slightly, yelping as she was transported again to her destination.

It was a fairly small room. A table, a few chairs, a screen on the wall… Pike stood opposite her; she panicked, yelping, glancing around nervously and darting to the table, crouching a little. A few curls of red still snuck into view over the top of the table, despite her best efforts to hide.

Her hands trembled, clutching at her own pale skin in an inadequate effort to cover.

“Wh-what’s so important?” Tilly said, voice shaking. “S-sir!”

“We… intercepted a shuttlepod,” Pike said. “It asked for us specifically. We…suspect it has something to do with your situation. The person aboard mentioned psycho-active nanites meant to, well, you’re aware.”

“What? Wh-why- how do you know it’s connected?” Tilly said.

And why couldn’t she just have had this conversation from her quarters? She fidgeted.

The screen flickered to life, and Tilly did a double-take.

“Because the Agtians have a funny idea of justice,” said Georgiou. Only her top half was displayed on the screen, but judging by her crossed arms and the remarkable amount of skin on display, she too was very naked and very, very angry.