Exercise

Sandry had a feeling that if she could move around a bit then maybe her tight uniform would stretch a little, and adjust around her. So Robyn took a stopwatch and checked Sandry's pulse and breathing and wrote them down.

"Right, here we go." Sandry sighed. Under direction from the teacher, she began doing star-jumps, legs and arms out then in, out then in.

The first thing she became aware of was her blouse pulling away from her waistband. Her soft belly, probably her least favourite body part, was beginning to poke out. But as she was keeping time with everyone else around her, she could not stop to adjust herself.

"Just... A few more..." she muttered.

Pop!

Where Sandry's ample chest was heaving against the stretched white cotton of her blouse, one of the buttons suddenly flew free, and went bouncing across the desk and was lost.

"Okay, enough star-jumps." Miss Marshall said, "All the exercisers, start running around the room."

Sandry joined half the class in jogging around the walls clockwise, she felt her blouse constricting against her as she breathed, knew she was dangerously close to bursting out of it completely. If it could just hold on for a little longer...

"All right, back to your desks for the new readings." Miss Marshall said, and Sandry gratefully headed back to Robyn.

"Well, that almost went very bad!" Sandry puffed as Robyn took hold of her wrist.

"Mm-hmm." Robyn nodded, "Although you have split your trousers."