Semi-less humiliating warm-ups.

Class proceeded as usual, for a topless girl was certainly no excuse for an altered routine; much to the topless girl’s chagrin, of course. Sabrina knew the daily warm-ups were next, a segment of the class generally regarded as quite simple and easy. Unfortunately for the voluptuous teen, today’s warmups would not be simple nor easy; degrading and humiliating would describe them better. Sabrina shuddered, anxious for what lurked before the corner.

Coach walked back to the center of the gymnasium, flipping through some papers on his clipboard. “Per usual, we’ll be starting off with some warm-ups…” Sabrina’s attention diverted to a flock of boys, gazing at her from down the row, mouths agape and practically watering. She felt the urge to flip them off, but stopped herself; for Sabrina was definitely in no position to get in even worse trouble than she already found herself in. Who knows what kind of punishment Coach would conjure for her if caught; at this rate, a visit to the principal’s office dressed exactly as she stood now wasn’t exactly out of the question.

“Alright, I suppose we’ll start off with some simple arm stretches… let’s go, guys…”

Sabrina began to get the impression that perhaps the warm-ups would be less humiliating than previously anticipated. The arm-stretches were simple, and non-revealing; although a few of them caused her pink-nippled breasts to squish together in a way that was rather alluring to some. Another stretch involved moving one’s arms directly vertical, giving anyone standing in front of Sabrina an unabridged view of her tits; Coach S. seemed to spend an extra long time “watching” her during this stretch.

It wasn’t long before the stretches came to an end. Sabrina hardly had a moment to catch her breath before the words the bare-chested babe dreaded finally arrived. “Now let’s do some jumping jacks.”

Sabrina’s heart quite literally dropped into her stomach; the very workout she feared doing was now being required of her. There wasn’t a single more humiliating exercise she could think of; besides ones which involve physical contact, that is. She didn’t have much more time to ponder upon this, as Coach soon blew his whistle, instructing everyone to begin. The bare-chested teen began jumping, obeying Coach’s orders. She winced at the sight of countless pairs of hungry and horny eyes which seemed to immediately feast upon her body in motion, tits swinging and bouncing just as they did at the start of class. Her soft and pale skin had managed to retain a deep shade of red ever since she shoved her already-revealing clothes into her locker in the changing room, and it certainly wasn’t fading anytime soon. She decided to employ the same strategy as earlier and merely clamped her eyes shut, hoping that’d help alleviate some of the humiliation. Despite this she still felt perverted, prying eyes on her, and the giggles and comments from various classmates. “Knock it off guys, pay attention,” she heard Coach say; the class got quiet soon after. Now all she heard was the sound of her own breasts slapping against one another, and the sound of her bare feet against the tile.

She gradually began to slow down, putting far less effort into her jumping, hoping Coach had already fixed his attention elsewhere. She fell behind her classmates, and it became visibly obvious to everyone she wasn’t trying quite as hard as she should’ve been. Naturally, Coach S. was one of these individuals. Sabrina was always a bit of a slacker in class and today she seemed to be performing exceptionally worse, for reasons he didn’t quite get. He took it upon himself to announce his dissatisfaction at her to the entire class. “Come on Sabrina, put some real effort into those jumping jacks! There’s absolutely no excuse!” The entire class was paying attention to her now, although mostly everyone was staring before then anyway.

Coach’s yell caught Sabrina completely off guard. She merely squeaked out a meek, “Yes, sir,” in response, not meeting his eyes. She began jumping much faster and flailing her arms; certainly an improvement from the meager attempts of earlier, but still unsatisfactory. “Too fast now, dear. Slow down. You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself,” he chuckled, looking down at her breasts. Sabrina smiled weakly and nodded, changing her pace yet again. The direct mention of her naked tits by a fully-clothed male authority figure made her fell all-the-more **** as she continued on, tits still flying, face still red.

Coach S. took a few steps back from Sabrina, still analyzing the topless teen’s jumping jacks… and her tits, of course. Although he wouldn’t ever admit it to anyone, Coach S. loved having the chick in his class. She was always a real sweet piece of eye candy, either in her minimal gym uniform or in her slutty little street clothes parading around the halls. And now here she was, topless and barefoot in his class, nearly all the secrets of her body no longer private. He wondered if perhaps she’d wind up nude today; maybe some boys would get down to stripping her or maybe she’d lose the measly remnants of her dignity through some sort of accident. In a sense, he was surprised neither had happened yet. Either way, he’d have to intervene if something happened and either way he knew better than to get his hopes up.

Coach soon realized his trance was obvious to Sabrina and the girls next to her, and that his class had been doing jumping jacks for at least two and a half minutes now, everyone was getting quite tired at this point.

He allowed everyone to take a short breather before proceeding. Sabrina’s heart was racing, not only from exhaustion but from humiliation too. She saw a group of boys watching her from afar, probably wanting to approach her, but deterred by her proximity to Coach. Regardless, Coach didn’t stop people from chatting about her.

“This is my first time seeing naked tits in person and is so worth it.”

“Dude, she looks so pissed. That’s hot as fuck.”

“Someone’s gotta take those shorts off of her!”

“I dare you to ‘forget’ your uniform tomorrow!”

“Man, if I knew there’d be a topless chick in class I would’ve brought my camera.”

“We should steal her gym clothes so she has to go naked every day,” a girl said to her girlfriend, practically right next to Coach. He heard them; it certainly wasn’t a terrible idea and he wouldn’t mind the result of it at all. But he pretended not to hear. A minute passed; it was time to start class again.

“Okay, everyone, onto some push-ups now!”

Sabrina felt a bit relieved; push-ups weren’t nearly as revealing as the previous warm-ups, yet not ideal. She got down on her hands and knees, practically splitting her shorts in the process. She stretched her legs out into the plank position, awaiting Coach’s instruction to begin.

“Let’s go. One… two…three…” Sabrina began her push-ups at Coach’s direction, her arms immediately beginning to tremble. She wasn’t necessarily unfit, but was never any good at upper-body strength exercises. Her plump ass was in the air, giving Coach a perfect view of it through her tight shorts, still begging to tear. Her tits pushed against the linoleum floors each time she went down and dangled when she was upward, but at least they weren’t totally visible and bouncing freely as they were a few moments ago.

Sabrina grew worried at the prospect of her shorts splitting open. It felt that with every motion of hers, they came closer and closer to splitting, or at the very least, tearing. What made matters worse was that the shorts didn’t even belong to her, and she’d have to return them at the end of class. And who knows what would happen then?

The push-ups wrapped up rather quickly. “Next up is twenty sit-ups. Partner up with the person next to you.”

Sabrina was about to breathe a sigh of relief, as there were only girls next to her; but as she turned around, she saw the girls both picked the other person standing next to them! “Sorry Sabrina, I wanted to partner up with Sarah instead,” said the girl to Sabrina’s right, “but you can partner with Randy, he’s next to Sarah.”

Not interested in arguing, Sabrina nodded her head. “O-okay, thanks.” Randy excitedly ran over to Sabrina, thrilled to be matched with the topless girl.

“Hey Sabrina!”

Sabrina turned away, refusing to meet the boy’s eyes. “Hi.”

“You have a really hot body, sorry those guys harassed you earlier in front of everyone.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes; if these words were meant to be sympathetic, they weren’t working. “Thanks.”

“What size are your boobs? They look pretty big. Cute nipples too-“

“Can we start?” an impatient Sabrina stammered. “Please?” All this blatant talk about her body was not only embarrassing her but irritating her. She wasn’t in any position to start a fight with a boy; that would probably prove disastrous, but they needed to start one way or another.

“Get down, you’re going first.” Sabrina nodded submissively and got down, closing her legs in front of the boy. He held onto her ankles as she quickly sped through the sit-ups, not really trying. The boy leaned over as she did so, his face coming close to her chest each time she sat up.

Randy hadn’t been keeping count of her sit-ups; he was preoccupied with staring at her nipples. He thought of ways he could get away with groping her, even innocently, but didn’t want to chance it; Coach was too close by.

“Alright! That’s twenty, right?” Sabrina said, panting. She was on the verge of sweating, but the cold AC in the gymnasium prevented it.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Randy replied. “My turn, then.” As he stood up he quickly tucked in his gym shirt so his shorts and crotch were fully visible.

They swapped places; Sabrina now on her knees holding Randy’s ankles and Randy doing the sit-ups. Immediately Randy began, and Sabrina’s eyes soon moved to exactly what Randy had intended her to see: a massive, twitching bulge in Randy’s shorts. She hadn’t been looking, but she knew for sure other guys were suffering from the exact same thing at that very moment. Sabrina looked away, not paying attention to him, counting the sit-ups a bit faster than she was supposed to. Thankfully, Randy was rather good at sit-ups, and reached twenty with ease.

Randy knew Sabrina saw his erection. It was the closest the teen had ever been to one, and perhaps the first one she’d ever seen at all. “Liked what you saw, babe?” Randy asked, getting up. “Maybe I’ll go naked sometime and you can see it for real.” Sabrina blushed. ignoring his comment. No boy had ever been so upfront to her before. She walked away, awaiting further instruction from Coach. Randy was about to follow, but went back to his spot in line; he knew more fun was sure to occur later in class.

Coach had one last warm-up routine in mind. “Last up is one quick lap around the gymnasium. Line up by the bleachers and begin when I blow the whistle.”

Again Sabrina did as she was told. She attempted to find Rebecca, but she was nowhere to be found. Sabrina lined up with everyone else and prepared for what was imminent, surrounded by boys and girls secretly gawking at her, trying to look nonchalant. The whistle sounded, and everyone took off.

Sabrina wasn’t a good runner as is, but lacking breast support made the task far more difficult. She couldn’t imagine how girls could legitimately enjoy working out like this; it was so uncomfortable, and not to mention totally humiliating! Even the idea of sunbathing on the beach topless made her feel queasy; yet here she was, topless with tits bouncing at school. Her eyes wandered over to where her Coach was standing, where she caught him totally gawking at her without any shame whatsoever. Multiple boys running in front of her continuously looked over their shoulders to glance at her; one was walking backwards entirely.

However, there was one thing Coach and a few of Sabrina’s classmates noticed that she hadn’t yet. During the prior warmups - likely the push-ups or sit-ups, her shorts had indeed begun to tear. A medium-sized tear exposing part of Sabrina’s left buttcheek now graced the tiny shorts, and it was noticeable to anyone even glancing at her ass. To Coach’s surprise, no one had brought it up yet. “Maybe they don’t want to embarrass her more.”

Thankfully for Sabrina, the lap was brief. She was among the last students to finish it; being barefoot and without a bra definitely made running a challenge. Soon after, the last student finished their lap and with that, warm-ups were over. Although it hadn’t even been ten minutes, Sabrina felt like an eternity just passed her by; and yet fifty minutes still remained, fifty more minutes of near-total nudity in front of her classmates and perverted teacher.

But what awaited Sabrina concerned her more. She definitely didn’t want class to be outside; this happened often, and due to the warm weather, today could very possibly be one of those days. But inside activities weren’t much better; sports such as tennis, volleyball, and basketball would all put her in a very compromised and **** state. Such sports require jumping too, which would have the obvious effect on her breasts. Sabrina also remembered something Coach mentioned last week about starting a wrestling unit; such a horrible thought made her shudder. Who knows what somebody, male or female, may try doing to her while wrestling. She was especially fearful of those boys from the beginning of class who tried stripping her nude in front of everyone; they were Coach’s favorites, and any request to have her as their wrestling partner would likely be obliged.

Coach blew his whistle to catch everyone’s attention. Sabrina immediately halted her train of thought and cast her eyes on her teacher. “Okay everyone, today we will be…”