The Clothes Destroying Orbs

[HumiliationInc]

To give credit where it's due, this story is loosely inspired by ProjectVanish's Alien Conquest pictures (can be found on Deviantart).

In essence mysterious robotic orbs show up with laser beams that dissolve women's clothing. It's just an excuse for some fun EUF and ENF!

Rebecca hovered the mouse cursor over the button to shutdown the PC, paying little attention to the news ticker that had just popped up on the desktop task bar with the headline "Mysterious Mechanical Orbs Spotted Downtown." The title enough sounded like something out of one of those fictional tabloids or some sort of clickbait article. With a push of the left mouse, the computer's OS began the process of going offline.

The office was empty, save for the young marketing analyst. She had stayed over for about 45 minutes to finish transferring some of the company's old physical files into the new database. It was all part of a modernization effort to create a truly paperless office. Looking out the windows at the darkening skyline, she gave a sigh. Daylight savings hours during the colder months assured a walk to the subway station with just only lights of office fronts and streetlamps to guide the way. Even with the energy saving lights that flip on after 5:00 p.m., the office had a foreboding atmosphere.

Scooping up the old files from the desk, Rebecca made her way to the back of the main office. The whole place had an open floor layout with cubicles—the nice kind of cubicles with white walls and foggy windows at the top. Her navy dark pumps quietly pushed down on the gray carpet. Legs in white stockings, she had worn a navy polyester pencil skirt that day with a shiny, faux leather belt. She also wore a pink blouse with a pussy bow neck, which did well to hide her chest. It wasn't that she had a gargantuan bosom, but in that particularly top that clung just right, Rebecca's tits would had otherwise looked quite sl*tty with their ample size. They were a bit bigger than normal for a woman with her frame, and she was always a little self-conscious of how much they turned her into a reluctant sexual object. So she always found ways to take attention away from them, especially since she wanted to be taken seriously as a young professional.

With a quick turn, she found her way into the shredding room. Tossing the manilla folders onto a wooden table she began sliding files into the tall blue shredding bin. Every Thursday, a company with whom the firm contracted would come and take the bin away for the discarded files to be properly disposed of. Despite being alone in the office, Rebecca had an odd feeling overcome her, as if someone else were in the office. Shrugging it off, she continued with the old files.

A faint hum emanated from outside the room. The woman paid no mind, figuring it was the building's heating system turning on. The sound grew more intense but never overly loud. The last files tossed in the shred bin, Rebecca grabbed the empty folders from the table to take back to the office floor. But they quickly fell to the floor the moment she turned around.

Rebecca froze, heart racing. While most would find the situation surreal, the young analyst had a lucid perception of the situation. It floated before her, an orb, finished in matte silver. Clearly a machine and not organic, riveted curved plates covered the sphere. A mechanical "eye" was centered in the middle. Moving back and forth, the glass optic seemed to glide along some sort of invisible track.

Momentarily paralyzed by fear, the woman felt as though she were being studied. Her intuition was correct. The orb scanned Rebecca and its heads-up-display returned data:

----S: Female
----A: 27
----T: Office Girl
----H: Blonde
----D: 37", 24", 35"

A moment of fight or flight rushed through Rebecca and somehow her legs were set into motion. Heart racing, she ran past the floating sphere as it turned without the least bit of alarm. Its display ran further analyses:

----Hotness Rating: 793.46
----Humiliation Potential: 17.6+
----Other Considerations: High-Moderate Likelihood of Virgin Status; Unintentional Cocktease

In a moment, Rebecca was out door of the shred room. Never looking back, she tore through the office, peeling around the cubicles until she reached the exit. Dashing out, she sped down the hallway of the 17th floor. Rebecca ran past the elevator, momentarily considering pushing the button, but instead thought the stairs next to the shaft were a safer bet. Making her way past the big metal doors, she quickly started the descent down the spilling staircases. First the 16th floor, then the 15th floor, the woman almost tumbled down the stairs. Then there was the 14th through 12th floor. Rebecca started to become exasperated as the adrenaline shot waned. However, she pushed on, descending the stairwell—then it was the 5th floor, 4th floor, 3rd floor. If she could just make it to the lobby and outside, she'd be safe. But who would believe her story about a mysterious floating orb?

Finally, reached the bottom of the stairwell. Reaching out to the handle, she pulled open the door to the lobby.

Icey fear overtook Rebecca.

How could it be? The orb was suspended in air on the other side. Falling back, Rebecca let go of the door handle. But it swung shut only a moment too late. The sphere floated into the stairwell, door closing behind. Rebecca inched back until she felt the hard, unmovable strength of white brick against her. She looked at the stairs, contemplating climbing back up. But where would she go? She'd be trapped in the building.

As Rebecca tried to come up with an escape plan, the sphere's targeting system locked onto her, loading a command into memory:

--------Target: Lingerieify-------

The eye of the sphere began to glow blue, pulling Rebecca's attention back away from the stairs. A solid blue beam shot from the mechanical optic, aimed straight for the woman. Instincts kicked in and Rebecca threw her hands in front of her face, ready to embrace for whatever horrible fate was in store. The laser never directly touched Rebecca. Instead, it ended in a soft, pellucid glow that surrounded the woman like a cocoon.

There was no pain as Rebecca had been expecting. Instead, she felt weight slowly lift from all around her body as if pressure were being released. But this sensation was nowhere near as great as it was around her waist. Rebecca moved her hands from her eyes. Maybe it was a visual trick from the light surrounding her, but her clothes were looking washed out, like they were slowly losing the saturation of their colors. And her belt seemed to be losing color the quickest.

Light peered through the fake leather. Rebecca felt the tightness around her hips dissipate. Was her belt disappearing? It couldn't be!

Light began to shine through her skirt, hinting at the shapes of Rebecca's legs. The roundness of her big, heavy jugs became visible as the bow on her blouse faded. With a scared whimper, the woman covered her mouth.

She then felt total looseness around her waist. Her belt strap completely faded, save for a faint outline. Any disbelief was clearly destroyed when the buckle fell to the floor, seemingly unaffected by the eye's dastardly ray.

Rebecca's clothes began to turn more sheer. The seams maintained some darkness but the body of her skirt and blouse were becoming more and more see-through. The lacy tops of her stay-up stockings were quite visible, as were the bare areas of her legs that raised up into the bottom of her panties. The blouse's bow disappeared, the shell of the garment exposing her soft but flat stomach. The shoulders turned see-through, revealing two lacy purple straps over Rebecca's shoulders that dipped down her front and widened into two mauve-colored cups holding in her own two spheres.

"No, no, don't strip me!" she tried to plead with the orb. But its decision was a fait accompli. Rebecca was to be systematically delayered.

The buttons on Rebecca's blouse simply fell off, no longer secured to any fabric. With a clink, the zipper of the skirt landed on the floor. And like a flash in the eye, the basic shape of her clothes hung for a moment before completely fading away. The orb turned off its laser and Rebecca cowered, trying to cover up. Like magic, she had been stripped right down to her purple bra and—how embarrassing—non-matching white briefs. For a kind-of-prude like Rebecca, it was a fate almost as bad as death: Being publicly stripped, her foundational wears put on display. Even if nobody was around to see, just the very act of having her clothes forcefully removed was utter humiliation! The tightness of what wares remained, still covering her intimate parts, made the situation all too real for the helpless woman.

The sphere ran another:

-------Target: Nudify (+stockings)-------

Once again, the mechanical eye began to glow, this time a gold hue. Blasted once again, Rebecca was encapsulated by an oval-shaped pod of light. She looked down in terror. Moment by moment, her bra cups turned more and more sheer. The outline of their lace stayed semi-dark while the spaces in between turned completely clear. Soon, the exact curvature of her tits became visible. Rebecca's panties became transparent, revealing her perfectly coifed bush. Pressure eased across her feet as the woman's shoes started to fade.

Rebecca looked at the orb, whimpering, hoping the robotic strip-machine would take pity on her and not render her fully naked. But it only continued to concentrate the perverted laser on her. Her little pink nipples became visible. When the slit between her legs came into view, Rebecca shoved her arm and hand down in front in an attempt to cover up.

Finally, the outlines of the bra disappeared, and with a series of soft thumps, the remaining underwire, plastic strap adjusters, and band eyelets fell to the ground, unaffected by the fabric dissolving ray. No longer supported, Rebecca's jugs sagged a little bit, her nipples rock hard and tingling from the cold and humiliation.

Rebecca became bottomless, her panties fading into nothingness without even a waistband remaining. And then her shoes collapsed, leaving behind the rubber and other synthetic materials that weren't destroyed by the sphere's beam.

Rebecca was naked—well, almost naked. The sphere left her white stockings, a quite perverted little end to its clothing destruction.

It ran a final report:

----Nipples: Completely Erect
----Clitoris: Hard
----Target Status: Total Humiliation

----Status of Other Spheres: All Building and Nearby Cellular Phones Disabled; Jackets, Coats, and Other Clothing in Building Destroyed.
----Target Outcome: Must Return Home Naked

The orb spun around and exited the stairwell, leaving Rebecca desperately trying to cover up and failing to do so. The spheres that had taken over the building had successfully executed their programs without a flaw: Rebecca would have to leave the building naked and shamefully make her way home.