Grip the Skirt

Meryl exhaled. She knew which one she'd rather focus her attentions on, and it wasn't the bit that would remain covered no matter what. She lowered her hands slowly, putting them at her sides where she could easily grip the hem of her skirt. Dwight let out a gasp at the sight of her bra, "I—is...is that?" He looked as if he might faint, or suffer some kind of aroudal-induced nosebleed at any second. Meryl couldn't even look at him. "It's...just a mishap in Science earlier. Please just..."

Dwight said no more, simply staring lustfully at her exposed, bra-covered chest. The workman had said nothing, averting his eyes and returning to his work. Dwight's mouth fell open as his breathing intensified a little. Meryl tugged at her skirt to test her own grip, and then, satisfied, took a step forward. It's just a second, she told herself. Just a hop and a skip and then you're safe. She was suddenly intensely aware of the bra's failings, the way the underwire dug uncomfortably into her breasts, the way each of them peered slightly over the top of the cups, creating a kind of muffin-top effect. She looked down at them, cradled all-too-snugly in the confines of her bra, took a deep breath, and then walked forward.

The first thing anyone — Meryl included — noticed was the high-pitched groan of the metal components of her bra. There was a split-second where she thought she might have gotten off scot-free as she stepped onto the grating, and then all hell broke loose.

What followed occurred in a matter of seconds, if that. The first thing that happened was a slow rise, like bread rising in its dish while baking as her smooth, creamy tits began to migrate north up and over the top of her bra's cups. A glimpse of areola appeared, and then another, before they were both joined by their respective nipples — light pink and lovely, without so much as a blemish on either of them, ending in that distinct, pert little point with which all the best ones do, like a period at the end of a sentence. The overworked bra seemed to audibly groan beneath the combined strain of Meryl's never-before-seen tits and the sudden pressurised air emanating from the vent. She felt the underwire dig sharply into her underboob, then sag, bowing rapidly in the other direction before tearing downwards through the fabric of her bra, and escaping it entirely, pinging away down and into the gaps in the grate. In response to her breasts starting to escape up top and an abrupt decrease in the strength of the support below, the bra cups started to spill forward, allowing the rest of the soft, squishy flesh within to come spilling forth like water rushing through a burst dam. The cups tore and tore, unspooling and falling seemingly endlessly, and beginning to take numerous threads connecting directly to the straps on Meryl's shoulders and running along her back with them. The sheer speed of all this was causing her boobs to jiggle wildly, and Meryl wasn't physically able to react fast enough to conceal any of it. With a final defeat tug, the cups tore away from the rest of the bra entirely, leaving her chest completely exposed, the bra essentially gone entirely, save for the now-useless straps still snug against her shoulders.

Dwight was bowled over by what he saw. His nose actually, really started bleeding, and he had a dreamy sort of smile on his face. He stood on the spot, then started to sway. Meryl was bewildered, unable to even process everything that had just happened. She stepped shakily forward and off the grate, a shellshocked expression plastered all over her features. She could feel the cool air playing over her breasts, and she knew on an intellectual level that they were completely exposed, that both Dwight and the workman had now seen them. Meryl stared into Dwight's face, while he most definitely was not staring into hers. His pupils were dilated, his breathing ragged, he went to raise his hands in some perverse display of instinct, but before he could complete the gesture, his eyes glazed over, and he fainted right then and there.

Meryl watched him fall backwards, her hands still firmly gripping the hem of her skirt. "I...I..." She finally mustered up the courage to look down, and was greeted by the sight of her own tits, the rosy pink of her nipples drawing her eye in the otherwise pale expanse of soft, doughy flesh. Meryl swallowed thickly, then fell to her knees, unable to even speak.