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Chapter 4 by Pinkboyfloyd Pinkboyfloyd

What does Yuki do to escape?

Strip to try and get blouse free

Yuki tugged desperately at the back of her blouse, but it wouldn’t budge. The suspenders clipped to her pantyhose were pulled so tightly that the entire blouse was locked in place against the jagged locker latch.

She realized with growing panic that there was only one way to free it.

She had to remove the skirt first so she could reach the suspenders and unclasp them.

Glancing around quickly to confirm the hallway was still empty, Yuki reached behind herself and unzipped the short black skirt. She pushed it down her thick thighs and stepped out of it, leaving the flouncy skirt pooled on the floor around her high heels.

Next, she kicked off her black high heels one by one, standing barefoot on the cold tile.

Now wearing only her tight white button-up blouse (still stuck), pantyhose with suspenders, and her slutty pink lace bra and thong, Yuki reached back and frantically unclipped the suspenders from the pantyhose.

The tension finally released.

Mistakenly she grabbed the bottom hem of the blouse and tried to pull it up and over her head to free it from the locker latch.

It wouldn’t go.

The blouse — already much tighter since she had gained weight over the summer — got stuck around her fuller breasts. The buttons strained painfully as she tugged.

Yuki pulled harder.

The fabric refused to slide over her chest. Her breasts had grown noticeably bigger, and the summer weight gain made the blouse far less forgiving.

She yanked even harder, grunting with effort, rising onto her tiptoes.

Still stuck.

In her **** pulling, the blouse dragged her pink lace bra upward as well. The bra cups were pulled up over her breasts, exposing them completely while the straps dug into her shoulders. Her heavy, soft breasts bounced freely as she struggled, dark nipples fully exposed.

Yuki was now standing in the hallway, skirt and heels on the floor, blouse stuck halfway over her head and chest, bra pulled up, completely topless from the nipples up, and still unable to free herself.

She was breathing hard, face burning with humiliation, when she suddenly heard footsteps and voices approaching from around the corner.

Someone was coming.

And she was stuck — half-naked and exposed — with no way to free the blouse quickly.

What's next?

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