Just getting to the office is difficult

Trying not to panic, Amira hurried along the corridor. This had to be a nightmare, some sort of awful dream brought on by too much stress. This couldn't really be happening. All these years being so careful about not showing her body, keeping her hair covered, never wearing anything that did more than hint at what was hidden beneath - and then because of one bad outfit all that time and effort was wasted. Her classmates had seen her ass, seen the g-string that barely covered her privates, and even seen her bare breasts. One day she'd have shown her husband these things, but now she'd exposed herself to thirty lusty teenagers and even her teacher. All that time saving herself, and she'd ruined it all in a morning.

This had to be a bad dream. However, she'd just spent forty minutes in the girls' bathroom trying desperately to calm down and fix her outfit, and she hadn't woken up yet. If it was a nightmare, it wasn't going to end any time soon. Her only option was to brave the stares again and try and make it to the principal's office.

She was still trying to cover her breasts as best she could, arms folded over her chest in an attempt to hide as much of her hefty bust as possible - but it wasn't much good. It was blatantly obvious that she was bare-chested, and her dark nipples, pert in the cold air of the corridor, slipped constantly into view as she hurried on. Her skirt had ridden up again when she bent over the second time, but she couldn't spare a hand to pull it back down again or she'd expose her chest completely.

She could see other students staring out of their classrooms at her as she passed in the corridor, nudging their friends to draw their attention to the barely-dressed girl walking past. Her cheeks couldn't get any redder, but her mortification only worsened as she felt their countless eyes on her. Every now and again she'd pass someone in the corridor, unable to find a route that would avoid them, and she'd watch as their eyes widened at the sight of her, then narrowed as they peered closer to get a view of her tits or of her big, barely-covered ass once she'd moved past.

At this rate, half the school would have seen her nearly naked.

She was almost at the principal's office now. Her only hope was that he'd let her find some spare clothes somewhere - or at least just let her go home so she could change there. She could feel that her skirt had ridden up almost entirely behind her, exposing the entirety of her huge, caramel-brown butt and the black g-string wedged between her buttock, and she risked reaching back to fix it, trying and failing to keep her breasts covered with one free arm as she passed yet another classroom. The bored-looking mathematics students within perked up significantly as they all caught eyeful of her full breasts, and she whimpered. Why couldn't this just end?

She finally reached the principal's office. There was a chair just outside, with a sullen-faced boy her age sitting in it. He blinked at the sight of her, head cocking as he realised just how revealing her outfit was, and she shuddered as she saw his gaze go all the way down her body, taking in her bare thighs, short skirt and ruined blouse before settling resolutely on her barely-covered breasts. She hurried past him, trying not to notice his leering, but the door was closed and he spoke before she could enter.

"Principal's busy," the boy said with a grin, "Talkin' to my mate about the fight. You'll have to wait."

"I-I really can't wait," she mumbled, "I need to get some-some clothes..." she hated the way he was staring, but she couldn't do anything about it.

"I dunno, I think you're wearing the perfect amount," he said, "What happened, everything shrink the wash? Or do you just like showing off?"

Amira flushed.

"I don't - I don't want to talk about it. Can I please sit down?" she asked. That way, at least it would be harder for him to stare at her ass.

"Nah, I was here first."

"L-look, please just move so I can sit down," she pleaded, "This is already the worst day of my life. Everyone's gonna come out of class soon and I just want to be sitting down so they can't stare at my butt as well."

He squinted at her, trying to get a proper look at her breasts past her covering arms.

"Tell you what," he said with a lecherous smile, "Move your arms and give me a proper look, then I'll let you sit down."

"N-no way!" she squeaked, scandalised, "I'm not gonna flash you!"

"Why not?" he asked, "Seems like you've flashed everyone else in school."

The bell rang, dismissing the other students from their lessons, and Amira felt her stomach drop. In a few seconds, this hall was going to be packed with students, some of them probably looking for the nearly-naked girl they'd seen hurry past a minute ago, and she couldn't cover both her ass and her tits at the same time. Swallowing her pride, she moved her arms aside awkwardly, giving the boy an unobstructed look at her round, perky breasts. They were larger than most girls' at the school, and especially large considering her slender frame, and the boy gaped.

"Daamn..." he mumbled, "Give 'em a shake?"

"No!" she hissed, glancing around desperately to make sure there was still nobody else in the corridor, "You said you'd let me sit down if I showed you!"

"Just shake 'em and I will," he grinned, never looking away from her swaying tits, "Unless you wanna be standing here when everyone else arrives..."

Completely out of options, Amira bounced on the spot, setting her big breasts bouncing up and down. She glanced around again, checking that the doors to the classrooms were all still resolutely closed - and as such it was only after a couple of seconds that she looked back to see that the boy was filming her jiggling udders with his phone. Her heart jolted in panic and she grabbed at the phone, but he leaped up and danced away, grinning at her as he retreated down the corridor.

"Delete that!" she shouted after him, eyes wide as she felt the situation spiralling even further out of control, but he just gave her a cheeky wave as he vanished into the crowds now emerging from the classrooms, and with nothing else to do she plopped herself down in his vacated seat and tried her best to cover her breasts with her arms once again. She could already imagine him sending the video to everyone he could find, the sight of her bouncing tits circulating through the school faster than the flu.

The corridor filled with people, and she glanced around nervously at the principal's door. She prayed desperately that he'd be finished soon and would call her in before she was left out here for long. She wasn't sure how many more stares and mumbled comments about her exposed tits she could handle.