Someone wearing leggings

Just a couple feet away, Michael spotted a possible dress code infraction! A fat redheaded nerd was sitting on a bench in thin blue yoga pants that were not "sheer or see-through" by any stretch of the imagination. Unless her lard ass _reall_y stretched out the fabric, there was no way they were going to show off whatever thong she was wearing.

"What the fuck do you think you're wearing?" he scowled down at her with his arms crossed.

She looked up, confused at first, but was scared as hell when she saw who it was.

"Oh, Mr. Inspector, sir! I- I'm wearing leggings, like you said to. They're the tightest, thinnest ones I have..."

"Tell me, is today Legging Thursday?"

She stared down at her shoes. "No, sir."

"What is it, then?"

"It's... Th-- Thong Thursday, sir."

"That's right," Michael said, sarcastically patting her head. "I thought you looked smart. So, since it's Thong Thursday, you're only allowed to wear leggings if they're thin enough to show off the thong you're wearing underneath it. You are wearing a thong, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, sir! I am, I promise! I've never broken a rule in my life, especially not the dress code!"

Michael gently put a hand under her chin and lifted her face until she was looking him in the eye. "Then stand up, bend over, and show them to me. If you're following the dress code, I should be able to see them through the fabric. I hope, for your sake, that I can."

The shy girl stood up slowly, her nervous legs shaking underneath her. She closed her eyes as she turned around, took a deep breath, and leaned forward at the waist until her hands were resting against the bench she'd just been sitting on. She was bent over completely double that way, with her big fat ass pointed straight at Michael's hips.

The fabric of her yoga pants had stretched, alright. They must have been old, something she bought two or three growth spurts ago. Bending over like this nearly pulled the seams to the limit, the stitches bulging as the fought valiantly to contain the vast quantity of flesh they'd been asked to contain.

But, aside from the vaguest outline of her waistband, Michael couldn't see her thong at all.

He snapped a picture with his cellphone and showed it to her, grinding his bulge against her crack as he leaned over top of her. "Look at this. Do you see a thong?"

"Y-- you can see my panty-line, sir. I thought that's what you meant..."

Michael spanked her ass. Hard. She yelped.

"If I wanted to see panty-lines, I'd have asked for panty-lines! I want to see your actual thong, not just an outline of it."

"I'm sorry sir!" her voice quivered. She really had never been in trouble before, and she was **** to make things right. "I'll fix it, I promise!"

The Female Uniform Inspector leaned back and looked over the ass being presented to him thoughtfully.

"I'll fix it myself."