Grace of the jungle.

As intense of an experience as she was having weaving in and out of other students was, now a good deal behind the rest of the class. She had to laugh to herself. Once again she had been in a situation mortifingly embarrassing but had to own 0 of the backlash. It really was a rush being seen in such a compromising position.

Running along much more comfortably now even as a gentle breeze reminded her of her shorts now crotch-less state.

She got back to the track without further incident, one of the last to arrive. She took her place in the circle of students catching their breath as the professor began to guide them through some post work out stretches. While reminding the students of their one paper for the class which was due next week.

It was on one of the last lunges of the set that Grace once more felt a gentle *pop*pop* between her legs. As one after the other the remaining shreds of her bottoms gave way to the coeds much rounder bottom. The waistband no longer being held down shifted up the glistening body of the coed resting just below her naval. the fabric no long stretched with wear shrank to a useless loin cloth that didn't even fully cover her clit hood. The back was no better with the entire line of her asscrack visible.

Grace was now functionally bottomless in the middle of campus on a late friday morning. With the majority of her class fixated, mouths openly gaping in shock.