Chauffeured

You returned to your room and found the baggiest uniform shirt you had to hide this ridiculously jutting out bra. Through some miraculous luck and smart maneuvering you were able to sort of mask it. Not that it was a complete saving grace, given the wig and the makeup, but a win was a win- and anything that diluted your downfall, even just a little bit, was something to celebrate.

"Okay...this can work!" You said to yourself with a hopeful confidence, until the forces that be tucked your shirt in tighter into your pants that drew attention to their indentation and then the shirt unbuttoned to reveal the article underneath.

"You have got to be kidding me!" You screamed as you tried to rebutton your shirt, but the shirt refused to move as your cock grew in a threatening manner.

"Fine! Fine!" You threw your hands up in defeat. As consequence for interfering with the shirt, it pulled itself back- no longer just revealing the bra, but allowing it to extend past the confines of the shirt. It also pulled your shoulders back so that it could be more prominent.

You walked to your car, hiding your face from potential neighbors as you walked to your car, whispering to yourself "there is no way I'm going to school like this"

You started your car and were about to put on your seat belt when your car seat dropped back violently, while your groin pulled you backwards till you found yourself on the backseat, laying on your back with your crotch hanging over your face.

...and the car started to drive.

"How could you think of skipping school when we look this good?" You heard it say.

The car ride felt too indicative of your current situation: a compromising and helpless position, being taken where you don't want to go, with your groin towering over you. How did every day feel like the most humiliating day ever?