The Pat-Down

As Nadine approached the security checkpoint, the familiar pang of anxiety settled in her stomach. Her flights through security were always a spectacle, thanks to the reinforced underwire in her enormous bra. She steeled herself for the inevitable scrutiny, adjusting her blouse in a futile attempt to conceal what was impossible to hide.

The moment she passed through the metal detector, it beeped loudly, and the security officer's gaze zeroed in on her. "Ma'am, I'm Officer Ramirez, we need to perform a manual pat-down. Please step this way."

A group of teenagers close by started cheering and applauding, and some yelled "I told you guys! You owe me 5 bucks!" One of the officers raised his hand to make them shut up.

Nadine tried to ignore the flush creeping up her neck as she followed the officer to a designated area. As he began the pat-down, she tried to maintain an unfazed demeanor. His gloved hands were methodical but firm, tracing the contours of her body with unsettling precision.

The nearby travelers couldn't help but stare, their eyes flicking between Nadine and the security officer with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Nadine could feel their gazes lingering on her, their anticipation was palpable, the whispers and muffled laughter only adding to her discomfort.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am," the officer said, his voice professional but detached as he slid his hand into the cleft between her left boob and her torso.

"It's okay," Nadine replied, trying to sound composed. As the pat-down dragged on, Nadine couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversation from the crowd.

"Do you see how big her boobs are? I didn’t think anyone could be that... massive. It's like something out of a cartoon!"

"You can't seriously believe those are real!"

"Natural or not, she's quite something to look at."

"Poor thing, must be so embarrassing. I wonder if she's used to this kind of attention."

"I sure would love to change places with that officer, he must love his job right now."

For a second the security officer looked away from Nadine's chest searching for the person who said that.

"Damn, she's got some tits, doesn't she?"

"What do you think, double Ds?"

"Nah, those are definitely bigger. More like double Es."

"Those aren't Es you fucking virgins. My wife has Es and I can tell you, those are waaaay bigger than Es."

"Seriously, it's like she's smuggling watermelons under there."

"Wow, her chest is practically bursting out of her blouse. How does she even find bras that fit?"

A flight attendant from another airline leaned over to a colleague and whispered audibly: "I bet she gets stopped at security every time. Can't imagine what it's like to have all that... luggage." The other flight attendant chuckled, "Imagine trying to fit in one of those tiny airplane bathrooms. Must be a real squeeze for her. Bet she causes a traffic jam in the aisle."

Nadine bit her lip, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she **** herself to stay cool and not run away from the prying eyes and intrusive comments. She longed for the pat-down to be over, **** to escape the unwanted attention.

"I bet she could knock someone out with those," a teenage voice said.

Nadine's heart sank as Officer Ramirez motioned for her to remove her blouse for a further pat-down. She felt her cheeks flush, knowing that this would only draw more attention to her ample bust. With a **** nod, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lacy white bra that barely contained her breasts.

As she removed her blouse, the bystanders' "oh my gawd" and "holy cow" grew louder, their eyes fixed on her exposed chest. Some whispered among themselves, wildly speculating about her bra size, until Officer Ramirez put an end to it by reaching for the size tag at the back of Nadine's bra and reading it out loud, "36 Double K, now please refrain from further speculation, we need to finish up here." Nadine almost lost her composure, feeling so overwhelmingly scrutinized and objectified.

"I wonder if she's had any back problems. Those can't be easy to carry around."

"I’d carry that weight any day if I got the attention she’s getting."

"Attention isn’t always a good thing. Especially not like this,"

"Well, whether she likes it or not, she’s got it. Can’t blame us for looking. She’s probably used to it. With a body like that, she’s got to be."

"We should send her to the third world. She could feed an entire village there."

"How about showing a bit of decency and not treating her like some kind of circus attraction?"

"I don’t know, but I wouldn’t mind seeing more. She’s got to be one of a kind. Like, how does someone even get that big?"

"Hey, do you think they'll make her remove her bra too? That'd be quite the show!"

"I bet another 5 bucks."

"What wouldn't I give to handle some tits like those."

"Those are going to hang at her knees in a few years, let's see how much you like to handle her then"

"Man this guy really makes sure she smuggles nothing in those cups, just look how deep he has his hand underneath her boobs."

Although the security officer proceeded with the pat-down with professional detachment, Nadine noticed that he too was quite uncomfortable with the attention. Nadine could sense the prying eyes of the onlookers, their curiosity bordering on voyeurism. She clenched her jaw, willing herself to endure the humiliation until it was over.

"Hey, do you think those are custom-made bras? I can't imagine finding something that size off the rack."

"With a rack like that, she's probably a regular at the custom shop. Bet it's expensive, her bra must be like industrial strength or something."

"I really feel for her. I mean, how embarrassing must this be? They should have more tact."

"She's got nothing to be embarrassed about. I'd be flaunting it if I were her."

"You think she’ll actually have to take her bra off? That seems ****."

"I’m not complaining. Best part of my day so far."

"Honestly, have some respect. She’s clearly mortified."

"Respect? Come on, everyone’s thinking it. I’m just saying it out loud."

Finally, Officer Ramirez stepped back, satisfied that Nadine posed no threat. He motioned for her to put her blouse back on, and she complied, grateful for the chance to cover up once more. However, just as Nadine buttoned up her blouse, Officer Ramirez cleared his throat. "Miss," he began, his tone firm but not unkind, "I’m afraid I’ll need you to hand over your bra."

Nadine blinked, her face a mixture of shock and confusion. "Excuse me?"

The crowd started snickering.

"The underwire in your bra poses a potential threat during the flight," Officer Ramirez explained. "We can't let you pass the security checkpoint with it on."

"But I need my bra," Nadine protested, her cheeks flushing. "It's...it's necessary for me. I can't just...go without it."

Ramirez sighed sympathetically but remained resolute. "I understand, ma'am, but it’s imperative for security reasons. You'll have to hand it over. And I'll need any other bras from your luggage too." Nadine's shoulders slumped as she realized the gravity of the situation. She had ****. "Alright," she said quietly. "Just...give me a moment."

She turned her back to the crowd, trying to maintain a shred of dignity. As she reached under her blouse to unhook her bra, she could feel the eyes of the onlookers on her. She wished desperately for a moment of privacy, but there was none to be found here. Awkwardly she tried to get out of her bra without taking the blouse off.

"Oh my God, she's actually taking it off."

"They really do take security seriously. This is insane."

"Poor thing. This is so humiliating for her."

"Bet she feels like she's stripping in front of everyone. Damn, what a show."

"Come on, son. Let’s not gawk. This isn’t right."

The bra finally fell on the floor and Nadine handed the giant thing to Officer Ramirez, who took it with a nod. "Thank you. Now, your luggage, please." She fumbled with her suitcase, pulling out her spare bra and handing it over. Her blouse exposed about one foot of cleavage as she did so. The reality of traveling without proper support was sinking in, and it wasn’t pleasant.

"I'd advise traveling with a light sports bra without underwire next time," Ramirez suggested. "And keep your underwire bras in your checked baggage." Nadine nodded, fighting back tears of frustration. "I understand."

Finally, she **** her boobs into her blouse and arduously buttoned it, button by button. Then she gathered her things and stepped away from the checkpoint, the weight of the stares and comments pressing heavily on her. Her breasts sat a whole lot lower now, and her areolas and nipples shined through the fabric. She made her way to a restroom, needing a moment to compose herself before boarding her flight.

"Can you believe that? She had to give up all her bras. What a nightmare."

"She must be feeling so exposed right now. I can't imagine how uncomfortable that is."

"I feel so bad for her. They should’ve handled it more discreetly."

"Yeah, but you have to admit, it was something to see. "

Nadine took a deep breath, straightened her blouse as best as she could, and walked out of the restroom with her head held high. She had a flight to catch and, despite the humiliation, she wasn't going to let this stop her.

Finally, Officer Ramirez watched Nadine walk away from the security checkpoint. He exhaled a long breath of relief, feeling the tension in his shoulders begin to dissipate. The intense focus of the crowd that had been on him, as well as on Nadine, was beginning to fade. "Alright, folks, let's keep it moving," Ramirez called out, waving the next passenger forward. The line began to shuffle ahead, the bystanders gradually losing interest in the scene now that it had concluded.

As the checkpoint resumed its regular pace, Ramirez couldn’t shake the mixture of relief and residual adrenaline. He had maintained his professionalism throughout, but he couldn't deny the immense hard-on he had had the entire time because of that woman's large bust. Suppressing those urges had taken every ounce of his willpower.

One of his colleagues sidled up to him, a smirk playing on his lips. "That was something, huh?" Ramirez **** a chuckle, though his mind was elsewhere. "Yeah, definitely not the usual checkpoint routine. I'm just glad it's over." Another officer chimed in, "You handled it well. These kinds of situations can get out of hand real quick."

Ramirez nodded, trying to focus. "Thanks. Just doing my job, you know?" He glanced at the bras in his hand, the ones Nadine had reluctantly handed over. "I need a break. I'm going to take these to the storage room." His colleague raised an eyebrow. "You okay? You look a bit... flustered."

"Yeah, just... intense, that's all." Ramirez tried to sound nonchalant but knew he wasn't fooling anyone. "I'll be back in a bit."

Without waiting for a response, Ramirez hurriedly walked towards the restroom, his steps quickening as he put more distance between himself and the checkpoint. He needed a moment to collect himself, to push aside the mix of professional duty and personal feelings that had surfaced.

Ramirez hastily entered the restroom, stumbling into the nearest stall. He locked the door and leaned exhaustedly against it, hastily unzipping his pants and struggling to get his rockhard dick out. With animalistic grunts and just a few wanks from his hand, he relieved his balls with several intense, thick and audible spurts into the toilet bowl water, the sound echoing in the small space. All the while, he still held Nadine's hammock-sized bras in his free hand.

The relief was immense, and Ramirez let out a long breath as his balls shrunk back to their original size. He closed his eyes for a moment. The surrealness of the situation struck him again: here he was, in a bathroom stall, holding a pair of bras that could double as tents while relieving himself after one of the most awkward security checks he'd ever conducted.

Finally, he finished and zipped up, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. He stepped out of the stall and approached the sink, splashing cold water on his face. The coolness helped clear his mind, and he looked at his reflection, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.