Clothes ripped!

Lauren came up short. She froze, upright and in mid stride. That sound. That ripping. It was so distinctive. It was clearly the sound of clothing ripping. She'd heard it a few times in the last few months, since her life went from an entitled, wealthy dream to an exposing, humiliating nightmare!

She stood frozen. Time seemed to stretch. Everyone was staring. Slowly, terrified, she looked down. There was her humiliating, undersized and childish clothes. They weren't good, but they appeared to be intact. That meant...

She craned her head back. She made eye contact with David, who was staring in shock. Everyone was in fact. She followed their gaze, looking down over her shoulder...

and, of course, her pants had split.

It made sense really. Her ass had always been large, and the last few weeks of no control over her diet, it had ballooned to an even larger size. The tiny shorts she had stretched over it were already at their limit. Her sudden move, and RIP! They had split at their weakest point, right in the middle.

Her butt spilled out through the almost foot long rip in her shorts. Her pale pink cheeks and the crack between warbled out for all to see. David was seeing her fat ass!

"AHHH!" Lauren squealed, slapping her hands over her butt crack. She spun around as Vanessa and the others began laughing...