At the docks of Seattle, two people can be seen loading a small boat. One was Abigail (known to most as "fetch") a woman with pink hair and facial piercings, and the other was her brother Brent a man sporting a blue Mohawk.
As they get close to finishing loading the boat, Fetch seems to get more and more agitated, unwilling even, to go through with this job.
"Come on sis. It's just one more job." Brent said, noticing his sisters behavior.
"It's all loaded it, let's just go." She replied impatiently.
"No, this one's the payday."
"How much?"
"Enough to rent a decent place. Enough for a short tailed cat."
"Oh that's low." Fetch laughed.
"It's enough for a fresh start. That's all we need."
He was right. The two had spent years on the run from the D.U.P, a group dedicated to detaining people like Fetch. She was a conduit, a person with the ability to control a former of matter, in her case neon. Ever since they found out about her abilities, the D.U.P had been looking for her. She would've been alone if it wasn't for her brother.
Their moment of relief was cut short by the sound of sirens.
"Shit, get down." Brent said, pulling Fetch into the boat. "It's the cops"
Fetch started to climb out of the boat to confront the police, but was quickly pulled back down by her brother.
"You hide." He said, "I'll distract them."
"Wait." Fetch said "We do this job and leave tonight, no one will be able to find us right?"
"Yeah," Brent replied, his eyes widening as he realized what she was getting at, "No. No, do NOT use your powers!"
"I'm not gonna kill anyone, just… carry my weight." Fetch said as she claimed out of the boat.
"Hey you!" The officer yelled at her, "Come over here."
Fetch complied and slowly walked toward him.
"You seen a kid with a blue Mohawk around here?" He asked, "If I search your boat will I find him?"
"Wait!" Fetch yelled. "Wanna see a trick?"
She started to run at the officer before being engulfed in a mass of neon light.
"CONDUIT!" The officer yelled in shock. "Alert the D.U.P!"
But it was too late. Fetch was moving far too fast for anyone to catch.
She had never used this ability before, but she was already starting to like it. The feeling of running at light speed was liberating for her, a feeling she hadn't known for a long time. She lost the cops and came to a stop in and alleyway before calling her brother.
"Are you OK Brent"
"Yeah I'm fine, but as soon as you started to glow, the whole city went crazy. We gotta get this job done and go, the D.U.P's coming."
"Alright, then tell me what the job is."
"You need to be fast. Get to the penthouse at 3rd and Stone and grab the red duffel bag"
"Sounds good, what's in the bag?"
"You get it, and we leave with a literal boatload of cash."
"It's like the sound of that."
She hung up and started running again, arriving at the penthouse in record time. But she wasn't the first one there. When she entered the apartment, there were men searching through the place. Their matching jumpsuits and thick Russian accents made it clear who they were.
Akurans
One noticed Fetch and immediately pointed his gun at her.
"No witnesses! Kill he-" He started to yell, but cut himself off for some reason.
He was now just standing there with an awestruck expression on his face. Fetch looked at the rest of the men to see them all in the same state.
"What's wrong?" Fetch asked, "You guys never seen a woman before?"
No response
"Alright. If you wanna make this easy."
She blasted each of them with a bolt of neon,incapacitating them.
"Now, where's that bag?"
She started her own search, finding the bag under a bed.
"There you are." She said, reaching for it.
"Now, let's get you back to- ahhhh!" She yelled as a mirror on a nearby dresser showed what had caused the Akurans to become so dumbstruck.
The neon energy that she used for her light speed had destroyed all her clothes. Her pale skin, C-cup breasts, and ample butt were exposed for all to see.
Her mind and heart alike began racing. Thoughts of people who could've seen her started to surface.
"I stopped in that alley without looking, was it near a road? Was it a busy part of town? Shit, could they tell I was naked when I was running?"
Just that last thought made her shiver. She had to run halfway across Seattle to get here, thousands of people having potentially seen her.
"No, no. I can't think about that. There's gotta be something to put on here somewhere."
She looked through all the drawers, but couldn't find a scrap of clothing. This place was clearly just used for deliveries like this.
"Alright, no clothes here. Maybe one of those Akurans suits'll work."
She went back into the living room only to find that the Akurans had come to and left.
"Shit!"
She was running out of options and time. She finally came to grips with the fact that she'd have to run back to the boat with the bag, hoping to hell that the light hidden her nakedness, and face Brent in her state of undress.
"Yeah, it's alright. We're family, no big deal." She desperately tried to convince herself.
Ready or not, it was time for her to go. She put the strap of the duffel bag on her shoulder and started running.
*Thud*
"Oh God, please no." Fetch said in denial, but her fears were confirmed.
Her light speed was also able to destroy the bag. Making it impossible to run with.
Fetch so heart began beating even faster. Every new option provided her with less and less dignity than the last. It was looking like she would have to walk across Seattle completely naked for all to see. Before that, however, she had one more idea. It wouldn't preserve her modesty, but nothing could at this point.
She took the bag out side and leapt off the side of the building into an alley. Her conduit abilities absorbed the shock from the fall, but the jiggling of her unrestricted breasts on impact gave her an unusual feeling. Not painful, yet at the same time not entirely pleasurable.
She made her way to the end of the alley and ducked behind a trash can. Now she waited for someone to come.
Whenever someone came close enough for her to get their attention without drawing the attention of many others, she would flag them down and ask them to take the bag. It wasn't fool proof, but it was all she had.
Her first opportunity came. A man in a business suit was walking close to Fetchs alley.
"hey, over here." Fetch said, trying to be as quiet as she could be.
"Yeah, what is it?" The man said rather loudly .
"Shh, quiet. I need your help."
"Help with what? And why are you hiding like that?"
"Long story. can you help or not?"
"Look, whatever trouble a woman in an alley hiding behind a trash can is in, I definitely don't want to get involved in." He said as he walked away.
"Damn"
Another opportunity presented itself. This time a boy looking to be in his teens coming to throw something in the only thing preserving Fetchs modesty.
"Hey kid. Can you help me with something?"
"Hmm? What are you doing back there?"
"I don't have time to explain. Look, can you help or not?"
"Wait are you na-"
"shh, keep it down kid. And… yeah, I lost my clothes, that's why I need help. Can you get that bag to the docks?"
"And what's in it for me?" The boy asked with a devious look.
"No, I'm not doing that." Fetch said almost immediately after. It didn't take a genius to see what the kid was aiming for.
"Come on, just one minute and I'll take that bag wherever you want me to."
Fetch let out a sigh. This was the last thing she wanted to do, but it seemed like it was all she could do.
"Alright, one minute and that's it. And just looking, you put a finger on me and I'll blast you to the docks myself."
The two went further back in the alley to hide from other passerby. Fetch lead the way of course giving the boy and extended look at her butt. He stared blankly at it, mesmerized by how it jiggled and swayed slightly with every step. He desperately wanted to grab it, but he headed Fetchs warning and kept his hands to himself.
"Alright, this should be good." Fetch said turning toward the kid with her hands covering her breasts and crotch.
"3-2-1" She counted down, before removing her hands. Her breasts bouncing slightly as she let go of them. "One minute, starting now.
The boy took all of it in. Her large, but still perky breasts with small pink nipples that were poking straight out. Whether this was from the cold night air or her secretly enjoying this he couldn't tell. He then moved his eyes down to the small patch of public hair that was dyed to match her head.
"Why do you keep that hair colored too?" He asked.
Fetchs face almost turned more pink than her hair.
"B-because I want to." She stammered.
He then noticed the small piercing on her vagina.
"And why do you have that?" He asked pointing towards it.
Fetch was doing her best to ignore him, keeping her eyes closed and head turned away. She just wanted this minute to be over.
"Hey, can I see the other side?"
"Oh I'll show him the other side." She thought to herself as she turned around, exposing her butt to him again.
The boy was once again awestruck by the thick, round, mass of flesh that was in front of him. He did all he could to resist his urges, but he couldn't take it anymore. He reached out and grabbed a handful of Fetchs butt, causing her to tense up immediately.
"Wow." He said, wondering how it could've been so jiggly before but be so firm to the touch.
Fetch turned around quickly, a furious look on her face.
"I told you no touching."
She started blindly throwing neon bolts in the boys general area, causing him to run away in panic. She didn't care that she had lost her chance to get the bag back to the boat, she was more concerned with the fact that she just exposed herself to someone and got nothing for it.
She sighed again, "Back to square one." She said as she made her way back to the end of the alley.
She had other potential helpers that all amounted to nothing. Some declined immediately, thinking the situation was too suspicious to get involved in, others took advantage of the situation. One man had her stand up from behind the trash can she hidden behind, then ran off after getting a good look. Another did the same, only taking a picture before leaving.
But the worst were the ones who asked her to do things for them. Some asked her to jump up and down a few times, causing her breasts to jiggle uncontrollably. Some asked for her to turn around and bend over, leaving her ass completely exposed. Some of the bolder ones even asked for more "intimate" favors (which were almost always met with a swift punch to the balls.) The most demeaning one that she actually went through with was when people asked her to shake her ass for them. Not only was Fetch somewhat ashamed of her large butt, but this act made her feel like less of a super powered being and more like a shameless flasher.
But that's what this entire situation had turned her into. Her powers would draw too much attention if she used them haphazardly. She had no choice but to comply with people's humiliating requests in the off chance that they would end up helping her.