Chapter #6Doctor Who by: Unknown Clara woke up, in her quarters, in the Tardis. The story takes place mid-way through Series 7, with Matt Smith still as her Doctor. She always slept in her nightie; effectively just an oversized t-shirt of white and blue striped fabric, covering herself up just about midway down her thighs. She threw off the covers, opened her single bedside table clothing draw (bigger on the inside), and began scavenging about for clothes for the day.
Out she pulled a standard pair of white floral panties, a pair of socks, and tight-fitting white jeans. She always dressed her bottom half before taking off her nightie and finding herself clothes for her upper self. So she pulled the underwear up to her waist, squeezed into her trousers, and donned on her socks. She slipped her trainers on, too, while she was at it.
And with that, off she took her nightie - her tits  hanging out. They were large, that was for sure. Volumous with small nipples and a slight sag, the exact kind that looked just as good with nothing covering them, as you would imagine them to be in a push-up bra. She didn't really think they were all that good or bad, had a pretty much neutral opinion on them. Stood there with her complete upper half exposed, denim jeans tight around her legs and ass, she began searching for a top. And then...
"Clara!"
It was the Doctor, calling from the control room just round the corridor.
"What's up?!"
"I need you in here, right now!"
"Just one second, I'm still getting ready!"
"No time, three eights of the universe is in imminent danger of self-liquidation! If we don't deal with this now, you'll be having to swim your way to work everyday.
She sighed, frustrated she hadn't had time to find a decent top. Oh well, her and the Doctor really were quite close now. She was sure he wouldn't be bothered by just a bit of partial nudity. After all, he was an alien - she doubted the time lords would have really had the same kind of social stigma as humans back at home did.
"Okay, I'm coming!"
And so she strode through the metallic Tardis corridors, her breasts entirely on show. She caught a reflection of herself in the metal - they really were bouncing about a fair bit as she walked.
Just as she suspected, when she entered the console room as she was, the Doctor didn't even give it a second glance - he was too busy running in circles around his prized machine, flipping all kinds of levers.
"Well, are we too late to save three eights of the universe?"
"Oh, that? It was just to get you out of bed on time. It should be solid for a good while yet, that is - until the great galactic dam burst of 4581. No, no, no, no - I think I've just managed to land us in a time and place I really am quite excited for you to see. Can't stay here too long, though, so we've got to head out now while we can!"
"But Doctor, I..."
"Yes?"
She hesitated for a second, feeling awkward about drawing such attention to her private parts. No other choice really available to her, she simply crossed one arm over her torso, covering her nipples and pushing her breasts together, and sucked up the courage.
"I mean, no - that's fine."
"Excellent! Now, come look through these doors, Clara Oswin Oswald - a very warm welcome to...!"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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