An incident on the bus exposes her

Amira hurried to the bus stop, struggling to keep her precarious clothing situation in order. Her skirt threatened to ride up with every step, exposing more of her thick thighs and forcing her to constantly pull it back down into place again, and her heavy, bra-less breasts jiggled in her outgrown blouse. The tails of her headscarf just about covered her nipples if she was careful, but the breeze outside made it difficult to keep everything in place.

She shuffled onto the bus, cheeks colouring pink as she felt the eyes of her classmates on her. They weren't used to seeing her so underdressed, and she could sense them staring at the way her clothes were stretched tight over around her abundant butt and plump, perky breasts. Her heart dropped as she realised that her blouse was stretched so thin that it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath. You could all-but make out individual freckles beneath the straining fabric; a bra strap would definitely be visible, and there just wasn't one there to be seen.

Flushing with embarrassment, she found a seat and sat down. She almost sat with her legs a little open by habit, but she remembered at the last minute just how short her skirt was - and how skimpy her underwear was - and abruptly crossed them, sitting with legs folded. She felt uncomfortable, feeling the stares of her classmates roving over her exposed thighs, their necks craning to try and catch a glimpse of her brown nipples where her headscarf wasn't quite covering everything. Swallowing nervously, she pulled her skirt down as far as it would go - barely far enough to cover her butt, as it turned out - and readjusted her headscarf. The fabric of the bus seat cover felt strange against her bare thighs, and she shivered. She'd always normally be wearing a long, concealing skirt or at least some modest jeans. She felt like a slut, her abundant assets on full display, and she was sure her classmates were thinking the same thing.

By the time the bus arrived at school, the wind had picked up even more. Cheeks flushing, she held her scarf to her breasts as she climbed from the bus, trying desperately to keep her nipples covered so that she could at least maintain a pretence of modesty. She could feel them stiffening in the cool air, making them even more noticeable, and she hesitated just by the bus, trying to find a way to hold her bag with one hand and keep her scarf in place with the other.

She didn't have to struggle long, however, as the bus doors closed abruptly on the tail of her headscarf, trapping it. She yelped, trying to get the driver's attention, but he pulled away without hesitation, tearing away a substantial length of the delicate fabric. Her hair was still just about covered, but there was no way there would be enough fabric left to keep her nipples under wraps as well. Trying to pretend everything was fine, though her cheeks were bright red, she folded her arms across her chest to try and keep it covered - but only served to make her round, perky breasts look even bigger as her crossed arms pushed them together. Her large, dark nipples were unmissable through the thin white blouse, so pert and stiff with the cool air that they were almost tenting the fabric despite how tight it was clinging to her skin.

If she'd been conscious of her classmates' eyes before, now they seemed to be everywhere as she hurried towards the classroom for the first lesson of the day. She could see the boys' eyes widening as she approached, nipples showing clearly through her blouse, and their heads turn to follow her perfect jiggling rump as she went past them. She could hardly bear it.