RRRIIIPPPP in the shorts

Lauren froze. She was at the bottom of a lunge. Knees folded, butt almost to the floor. Her spandex undersized shorts had been stretched to the breaking point before. This movement had apparently been the limit, as the loud ripping sound was heard by all parties.

Lauren knew what happened. Still, she slowly craned her head over her shoulder. She had to see it. Sure enough, on her bulbous sticking out backside, there was a clear split down the middle of the shorts. She'd split her second pair of shorts that day!

Britney and Vanessa both broke the silence with a ringing laugh. Lauren looked up. Both of them had risen, and were staring at her split pants, with the pale cheeks and crack hanging out.

"HAHAHA! THAT'S HILARIOUS!" Britney doubled over, laughing. "Her ass can't be contained!"

Lauren struggled to rise. Finally upright, she slapped her hands over the split in her shorts, though there was no way to cover the whole tear.

Martin moved, trying desperately curious to see what had happened. Lauren swiveled away, trying to hide her backside from him. Cupping her exposed butt crack she moved her back against the wall.

"That's the second pair of my pants you've split!" Vanessa complained, despite this going pretty much according to plan. "Well, no sense it letting that rip grow any bigger..."

"W...what?" Stammered Lauren.

"That rip is fixable." Vanessa pointed out. "But, if you keep wearing those shorts, it's going to rip all the way around.

"You mean... you want... my shorts?!"