Back to the game

"Really?!" Sandry exclaimed, but the coach only nodded and a moment later she found the ball passed to her again.

Sandry had to play again, but this time more awkwardly, feeling the eyes of everyone in the viewing gallery examining the curve of her buttocks where they came bursting through the cotton of her knickers. She found running more difficult and the game moved away from her. She took the opportunity to reach behind her and assess the damage. She found the ragged edge of the hole, and ran her hand over her skin. Just as she feared, barely an inch of her backside was still covered.

She was still trying to find any way of covering her rear again when one of the other girls came running back down the hall, not looking, and ran straight into Sandry, the two of them falling to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

"Hey!" Sandry exclaimed, the wind being knocked from her.

"Sorry." the girl was already getting to her knees, looking for where the ball had gone. Sandry felt a worrying tug on her chest, loosening, straps stretching over her shoulders, and as the girl got up Sandry was horrified to see her bra get pulled off with her.

"No!" Sandry let out, too late as her bra suddenly reached the limits of its elasticity and pinged away across the room. Sandry's large breasts bounced free and unencumbered.