Yes, but she loses a few things

Cara hit the floor, relying on her momentum to carry her through. There were only a couple of Imps in the command center still positioned to shoot her, so she knew there was less risk, but she still braced herself.

The door closed on her back, and she didn’t stop for a second, hands finding whatever purchase she could on the floor and through sheer strength pulling herself on. She felt the door catch on the back of her bra, and she barely paid attention, wriggling further down.

Behind her, she heard muffled voices.

“Stop the door! We don’t want her dead!” Kobri said. “She has intel. Who sent her? Who’s she working with?”

That was something of relief, knowing she wouldn’t be crushed, but it didn’t help with her immediate problem.

She squirmed on. She heard a snap that she didn’t want to think about, her bra straining to its limits as it caught on the door. Still, that was the least of her worries.

The descent of the door ceased, meaning less pressure – she heaved herself out more.

A stun-blast hit her leg. She grunted – stun blasts still needed to be aimed, a good shoot on the head or chest would incapacitate a target, but hitting an extremity only gave an unpleasant shock and a numbness that ought to wear off soon. She’d done worse runs with a dead leg.

Then she felt hands, clearly trying to hold her in place, or at least delay her. Cara kicked, unable to see her target, but pretty sure mad flailing would count for something.

The corridor wasn’t entirely empty. She fired with her stolen blaster, sending the couple of Imps running for cover – no security team yet. Another kick.

She was almost free. Her midriff would be the hardest part to squeeze through the door – once her ass was through, she’d be home free. She could run, find a better place, plan…

And speaking of her ass, she felt a hand. It squeezed, evidently deciding the firm, plump surface was the best place to get a handhold. She grunted, and kicked more fiercely back.

Whoever it was, they stayed holding tight. As she pulled herself out however, it soon became apparent that it was no long her body he was holding on to.

No, don’t think about that. With a last groan, Cara pulled herself from out under the blast door, fired down the hallway once for good measure, and quickly got up to her feet.

(Through the door, she could still hear Kobri’s muffled voice – “Of all the incompetent… I don’t want a rebel’s panties, I want the rebel!”)

Not that she had the time to delay. She could hear the rhythmic beat of marching footsteps not too far away now. **** but to leave her underwear in the trooper’s hands, and her bra (at last snapped by her bust) caught on the bottom of the blast door.

Heat renewed in her cheeks, Cara picked a direction away from the sound of security, and started to run.

She crossed her arms, less for modesty’s sake, and more to avoid her boobs from bouncing too much as she ran. That was the downside to their size – running could be made very difficult.

Not that she didn’t desperately wish for more modesty, of course, but just then she had to prioritize.

She fired ahead of her. Hitting Imps wasn’t important just then, but it would make them go to the sides rather than get in the way of her and her firepower. She was covering herself, if not in the way she wanted to.

She couldn’t keep running indefinitely. A surprise attack was off the table now, so she needed to be smart. Make sense of what she’d seen in the command center, see if there was any way she could deal with the base or, failing that, get away. Now she was in, though, they’d be on guard.

There was an open door; she picked that room to hurry into, shooting the only Imps in sight.

Then she hit the control to shut the door, shot it to jam the door closed, and started heaving tables into position to make entry as hard as possible. It would take the Imps a while to figure out which direction she’d gone and which room she was hiding in, which gave her time to…

To what, she wasn’t sure. Make this a more defensible location, or use the same vent system that had gotten her into this place to access somewhere else – the vents did connect every room in a base like that.

Or, she realised as she started to sink down from the adrenaline high of running for her life, time for the situation she was in to fully sink in.

She was naked. The last of her clothes had been lost fleeing the bridge, leaving her with nothing but a single blaster. Naked in an Imperial base, and she wasn’t sure which of those two details annoyed her more.

Slowly, she realised she was still crossing her arms, despite the fact she was no longer running. Still, despite the fact she was currently alone, she only lowered them with some ****.

The fact was, as generously proportioned as she looked even full dressed, her clothes tended to squeeze, compress, brings things under control. Her top half especially, now exposed, looked even bigger than they normally did. Her ass meanwhile, while too toned to spill out the way her boobs did, was still generous. She was eye-catching at the best of times, but now? Like this, in this place…

If she wanted to get out, she was pretty sure she’d have to give up any semblance of modesty. Cara took a deep breath, let her cheeks burn, and did her best to brace herself for what was to come.