First class only results in more damage to her outfit and dignity

"Amira! Very nearly late yet again," her teacher snapped at her as she hurried into the classroom. She was a strict older woman, disinterested in reasons or excuses, "You're out of second chances; I thought for a moment there that I was going to have to fail you."

For a moment nobody in the class seemed to have noticed the state of her outfit, but suddenly one of the boys looked up. She watched his eyes visibly widen at the sight of her barely-covered body, and he let out an impressed whistle that quickly drew the attention of everyone else in the class to this new spectacle. They were so used to seeing Amira dressed modestly, several thick layers making catching even a hint of her huge, perfectly-shaped ass or hefty breasts almost impossible, so the sight of her barely decent at all, dark brown nipples clearly showing through her blouse and tiny skirt clinging to every curve and valley of her massive butt was a unique treat.

She could feel them undressing her with their eyes as she hurried helplessly towards her seat. Dressed as skimpily as she was she knew that imagining her naked body wasn't difficult, and she shuddered in mortification as she imagined just how many of her classmates were imagining her completely naked right now. She felt their gaze roving over her overdeveloped body, wishing above anything that she could just turn invisible and escape this mortifying situation.

"Alright, as I'm sure you all remember, today you'll be expected to show your presentation to the rest of the class," the teacher announced, narrowing her eyes at her pupils' obvious distraction, "We'll go through alphabetically. Amira, that means you're up first, then Anna second."

Amira's stomach jolted. She'd been mortified enough just getting to her seat, the idea of standing up by the whiteboard, giving a presentation as she pretended not to realise that everyone in the room was blatantly ogling her exposed assets was unthinkable.

"I-I'm sorry, Mrs Pendler, I'm not feeling very well, could I, uhm, do my presentation a different time?" she pleaded, cheeks burning. She folded one arm over her chest to cover her pert nipples, trying to make it look as casual a move as possible - but it was obvious what she was doing.

"Not a chance," the teacher said sharply, "First you're late to half my classes, and now you're trying to dodge work. No more excuses, Amira - get up here and deliver your presentation or you can go directly to the principal."

Reluctantly, and despite her churning stomach, Amira made her way to the front of the classroom. Though she tried to move as carefully as possible, her ass was just too big to avoid jiggling and swaying as she moved, attracting the gaze of every boy in the room - not to mention quite a few of the girls. She tugged her short skirt down self-consciously, all-too aware that it barely covered her huge buttocks, never mind her thick caramel thighs.

"Th-the themes in my chapter were primarily about attraction," she began haltingly, "The elaborate plumage of the peacock proves to the peahen that he's a strong specimen, since he can survive even with the disadvantage of his unwieldy tail feathers."

She clicked through the slides, just trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. She turned for a moment to examine the whiteboard, checking she was on the right slide, and the moment she did so one of the boys gave a loud wolf-whistle at the renewed sight of her big ass. She span back, cheeks going bright pink as she realised what had happened. She'd been self-conscious about the sheer size of her backside for a while now, but she eased that anxiety by covering it up properly with multiple layers to make sure there really was nothing to look at. Now, she could all-but _feel _the eyes of her classmates glued to her huge, womanly butt every time she moved to face the board.

Not that facing them directly was much better. Her hefty bosom was still scarcely covered, the shape of each perfectly-formed breast obvious through her skintight blouse, and her nipples were impossibly to miss, their dark-brown colour and puffiness making them show clearly through the fabric. The button placed directly between her two plump breasts was visibly straining, threatening to pop away at any moment under stresses it had never been built to withstand.

"Amira, pay attention. You're supposed to be giving a presentation, not fussing with your clothes and gaping at your classmates," Mrs Pendler scolded.

"S-sorry Mrs Pendler," Amira shivered, "Th-the 'eyespots' on a peacocks' plumage seem to be a key feature, especially the colour, and- oops." In her nervous hurry she'd dropped the board controller that she'd been using to move through the powerpoint slides, and without thinking she bent over to grab it - and promptly flashed the entire class as her short skirt completely failed to preserve her modesty. The hem rode up, displaying the bottom third of each creamy-caramel buttock, not to mention the tiny, skimpy g-string that looped between them to just barely cover her privates. Far too late, she remembered her clothing situation and snapped back upright without even picking up the board controller, but the damage was done - she could see the amused grins on her classmates' faces, see them whispering to one another as her own face went redder and redder.

"Did you see that!? Can you believe Amira is wearing a g-string?"

"What's up with her today? Not that I'm complaining... I always wanted to know if her ass was as big as it looked."

"Her tits look ready to burst out too."

"Who's wasting time lookin' at her tits? That g-string barely covered anything. Man, I'm gonna be thinking of that image tonight... and tomorrow night..."

Absolutely mortified at the mess she'd got herself into, Amira froze. Had she really just flashed every boy in her class a view of her barely-covered privates? She was never going to be able to live this down. Even if she did get through this day and get back into her comfortable modest clothes, she'd always know that every boy that glanced at her in the corridor knew exactly how her body looked, that he'd just be remembering how she looked in this moment. She could never be modest again.

"Amira, enough delaying! Pick up that board controller and get on with your presentation," Mrs Pendler snapped, clearly losing patience.

"P-please, I-I can't bend over - can I just be excused so I can go and find a change of clothes? Please?" she was almost begging, but there was no sympathy in Mrs Pendler's face. All she saw was disapproval and a hint of suspicion.

"Amira, your decision to dress like a streetwalker is not a reason to be excused from your responsibilities. You're going to bend down and pick up that board controller, or you're going to go to the principal where you can explain to him why you decided to dress in such a provocative manner, distracting your classmates, then tried to use it an excuse to avoid work."

Without any other option, Amira squirmed, blushed - and obeyed. She was more careful this time though. She stayed facing her classmates, crouching down as carefully as possible to keep her precarious clothing covering as much as possible. She still had to lean forwards a little to pick up the board controller though, and right on cue, the button of her blouse that had been struggling so much, the one right between her big, perfect breasts - it finally gave up the ghost as yet more strain was transferred to it when her breasts heaved forward. It popped off entirely, bouncing away across the classroom, and her plump breasts bounced forwards into full view, their momentum promptly breaking the other buttons away from the top of her blouse. It was still fastened over her flat stomach, but her breasts that had grown so much since she last wore this blouse were now completely exposed, round and pert and beautiful. The class broke out in raucous approval, even as Amira clapped her arms over her chest in a **** attempt to preserve the tattered scraps of her modesty. Everyone had seen, and trying to cover up now was far, far too late.

Mrs Pendler's eyes bulged.

"That's the last straw! You've disrupted this class more than enough for one day. Amira, go to the principal's office this instant."

Mortified beyond measure, Amira didn't need any more excuse to get out of that room. Arms still clamped down over her chest, trying uselessly to cover her full breasts as her classmates cheered and whistled, she ran out into the corridor, big butt jiggling behind her with each step to provide her classmates with one last good memory from a class that non-stop entertainment.