Mackenzie's leotard doesn't last very long

Mackenzie entered room 107, feeling more than a little self-conscious in her ridiculously tight leotard. She was, at least, pleased to see that the room was full of only women. Most (but not all) of their intermediate classes were gender specific, unlike their advanced yoga classes, which were almost entirely co-ed. Mackenzie was not so pleased by the fact that she now had the attention of over twenty women. The borrowed leotard was still sticking to her like a second skin. She hastily walked to the front of the room, already hearing a few snickers, presumably about her ridiculous attire. It had a wall of mirrors in order to help the group easily see the instructor from anywhere in the room. Luckily, the previous instructor had left a spare mat rolled up nearby. After having hers taken, Mackenzie was in need of a spare, if to at least make it through her work day.

"Alright, let's get started!" she began in a high-energy voice as she rolled out the yoga mat. Mackenzie was pleased to see that the clock in the back of the room read exactly 9:20. "My name's-" Mackenzie paused briefly, thinking she'd heard a rip coming from her leotard. But she didn't dare look down while she held the class's undivided attention. Instead, she continued, "My name's Mackenzie and I'll be your yoga instructor today. Now, I know this is an intermediate session, so you're all pretty familiar with this, but does anyone have any questions before we begin?"

One woman in the front row raised her hand.

"Yes, go ahead," Mackenzie said, pleasantly.

"Yeah, hi," the brunette, seemingly in her late 30s, said, "Don't take this the wrong way or anything... but what's with the outfit?"

A few murmurs of laughter echoed through the class. It seemed most of them had been thinking the same thing.

"Heh, yes, well..." Mackenzie blushed. She really didn't want to give them any more embarrassing details than she had to. "This wasn't exactly my first choice of wardrobe for the class either. But it'll get the job done! Now, uh, shall we begin with a few warm-up poses?"

For the next five minutes, Mackenzie guided the women through several slow, easygoing stretches. Each time she did so, however, she could hear a soft rip or tear sound coming from somewhere in the leotard, as if haunting her. Mackenzie tried to pinpoint their location without seeming too obvious about it, and she eventually noticed that the sides of the leotard were slowly coming apart. At the end of the day, no matter how stretchy it was, the garment was simply too small for Mackenzie's curvy body. And, little by little, it was splitting apart.

The retro garment already didn't connect on the sides until well above Mackenzie's hips, leaving about five inches of a seam along Mackenzie's ribs. Or, at least, there had initially been five inches of a seam. Now there seemed to be more like three. There was no way in hell this thing was going to last her all day. But maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to make it through this one class. Mackenzie glanced up at the clock. 9:27. The class had over 40 minutes left still! She gulped.

"Alright, um," Mackenzie said. "L-let's move into something a bit trickier."

Sweating from more than just the exercise, Mackenzie lied down on her stomach. She silently prayed that the next pose would be easier on her poor undersized leotard, her only vestige of modesty. She instructed the class as she bent her legs, then raised her shoulders, reaching behind her. Her hands found her raised ankles and she held them in place, executing the bow pose.

The class soon followed suit, all lying down to mimic their sexy instructor. Mackenzie found that, with the absence of further tears filling her ears, she was actually feeling a tiny bit more at ease. But that small fraction of relief was soon shattered by a much louder SHRIIIP! sound filling the room. Mackenzie didn't have to look down this time to see what had happened, she could feel it. Not one, but BOTH sides of the leotard had just split their seams entirely. The thin, tight garment was now holding together by just three thin strips of fabric. One on each of Mackenzie's shoulders and an additional one between her legs.

"U-UMMM..." Mackenzie stammered as she quickly stumbled back to her feet. Sure enough, glancing in the mirrors behind her confirmed her worst fears. From the side, she seemed barely clothed at all! The leotard was barely more than a strip of fabric vertically extending down the front and back of her body. An extremely generous amount of sideboob was visible, much to the redhead's further embarrassment. In fact, her nipples seemed barely an inch away from slipping out of the leotard entirely!

"Alright, well," she awkwardly chuckled as she tried to tug the stretchy fabric further over her nearly exposed breasts. She was met with virtually no success. Once again, Mackenzie was struck with the **** urge to cancel the class. But she knew that wouldn't be an option. Stefan would be pissed beyond reason. After her earlier meeting with her boss, she realized he'd probably be thrilled if she chucked the ruined leotard at that very moment! And... maybe she should just get it over with...

NO! What am I thinking?! she mentally chastised herself. I may not be able to cancel the class, but that's no reason to give up and just st... strip naked...

"S-s-so next up," Mackenzie just barely managed to say, "is the camel pose."

The barely clothed young woman slowly got down on her knees, trying her best not to further damage her only clothing. Then, she slowly leaned back, arching her back and moving her arms behind her torso. She leaned back slightly until her hands once again found her ankles. And, just as the flustered woman settled into the pose, she heard... nothing. No rips or tears of any kind. With a small sigh of relief, Mackenzie eased herself out of the pose.

"Hey, um, could you demonstrate that again?" a woman from the front row asked.

"Oh! Uh, sure," Mackenzie replied, still incredibly nervous, but satisfied that the pose didn't exacerbate her outfit troubles at least. She repeated the motion, moving into the camel pose again.

Mackenzie had failed to realize that just because she hadn't heard anything, didn't mean nothing had gone wrong. Her earlier wardrobe troubles had been caused by seams splitting, but her new one was a different beast entirely. The thin strip of fabric running over her pussy had begun to simply tear at its most stressed point, and it had done so silently. And a few of the class members had noticed, especially those in the front row with the clearest view.

So, Mackenzie settled into the camel pose again. And again the tear at the bottom of the leotard widened. What was once only a couple inches of stretchy fabric had been reduced to barely one remaining inch. Which, given its placement on the redhead's body, meant she was beginning to bare her womanhood to the assembled women! But, Mackenzie's attention was completely drawn elsewhere. Because that was the moment her right breast popped out of the leotard.

"Ohmygosh!" Mackenzie couldn't help but blurt out as she hastily rose back up and tried to tuck her errant boob out of sight. A few lighthearted chuckles came from the class.

"We're all women here. Nothing we haven't seen before!" a different woman in the front row said comfortingly. Mackenzie blushed a bit further but nodded in good humor. "Um, do you mind doing that pose just one more time though?" she asked. "I think I've almost got it."

"Of... of course," Mackenzie acquiesced, feeling a bit silly. These women were here to learn and practice yoga! She could've probably carried on naked for all they cared.

Mackenzie resumed the camel pose a third time. Predictably, her right breast soon freed itself once again.

"Oops!" Mackenzie lightheartedly called out for the class, receiving more than a few chuckles in response. But this time, she held the pose, despite the prominently displayed pink nipple. Almost immediately, her left breast followed its sister and slipped free as well.

"UM!" Mackenzie blurted out, face reddening even further. But she tried to calm her racing heartbeat. "...Double oops?" she managed a few moments later, drawing further chuckles from the crowd.

And then the base of the leotard finally split completely. With an almost comedic SPROING! the garment separated completely between Mackenzie's legs and snapped up to her neck.

"ACKPL!" Mackenzie cried as the fabric suddenly leapt up at her face. It didn't hurt her, but the sheer surprise caused her to lose her balance and fall back on her now bare ass. An awed silence overcame the class as Mackenzie slowly realized that she was now sitting there, essentially naked, in front of the assembled group. The entirety of the leotard was now just a few inches of clumped up fabric, bunched around her neck.

"U-UM!!" Mackenzie stammered as she futilely tried to tug the fabric back down. But it wouldn't even come low enough to cover her chest. She was helpless but to sit there as the entire group of women were treated to the sight of Mackenzie's large round breasts, slim stomach, and even the neat landing strip leading down to her pink treasure. After a few moments, she stopped struggling with her former garment. "Tr... triple whoops?" she finally ventured.

This sent the class into a near uproar. A few women even clapped a few times. Mackenzie hesitantly got to her feet, not sure how to take this specific type off appreciation. She felt like it would be more awkward to cover herself by that point, so she simply kept her hands naturally at her sides.

"In all seriousness, though," she said after letting the laughter die down. "Does, uh, anyone have some spare clothes I could borrow?" Mackenzie pulled the useless leotard over her head and dropped it beside her mat. "I, uh, could really use some," she said, gesturing down at her nude body.

Mackenzie had been more hopeful this time. In addition to the class being all women, they had also seemed in more agreeable spirits than her first class! Surely someone would have something they could lend her. ...Right?

Instead, Mackenzie was met with an awkward silence. Women glanced back and forth at each other, everyone slightly shaking their head in either a lack of clothing or a declination of Mackenzie's request. After the silence stretched out a painfully long time for the redhead, one of the front row women from earlier said, "I mean, like I said, we're all women here. Nothing we haven't seen before."

Mackenzie could hardly believe it. Not one, but TWO of her classes that day expected her to carry on teaching despite her nudity?! She glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:30. She had exactly 40 minutes left to go! That was so long!! She couldn't do that! ...Could she?