To the locker room!

Surrounded by a wall of laughter, Anna's cheeks burned like they were set against a stove. Seeking to preserve what little of her reputation remained, she bolted in the direction of the locker room. At least there she could change her clothes and escape this nightmare.

A hand clasped over her crotch and another shielding her ass, Anna blindly darted forwards pushing both people and equipment out of her way. She was nearly within reach of locker room doors before a **** tightened around her chest stopping her in her tracks. Looking over her shoulder she saw that her sports bra was stretched far behind her, caught in the grasp of the gym manager, Catrina.

“Anna, what the hell are you doing?!” the manager demanded, giving the sports bra a rough pull.

Anna yelped in fear as the tightness grew along her chest.

Catrina had known Anna to be a provocative personality given the constant complaints she received about her showy workouts. She had given the trainer the benefit of the doubt up to this point, however upon returning from her lunch break and seeing a bottomless Anna making a mess of her facility Catrina knew she had to intervene.

“Let go of me!” Anna begged, continuing to reach for the door of the locker room.

Catrina’s grip remained strong, “You push my customers, knock over my equipment, run around my gym half naked, and then you dare tell me what to do?!”

Again, Anna felt a pull along her stretched bra, but she continued to resist. Giving in to Catrina’s pull would mean having to stay out in the public view longer and she wasn’t about to give out more pictures of her cellulite. In her mind, the only option was to escape.

Bystanders gathered around the two, watching as the sports bra stretched further and further. Anna continued pressing forwards, trying her hardest to reach the locker room door mere feet from her grasp. However, as she did so small tears began to form in her bra, which only grew larger the longer their game of tug of war continued.