She succeeds, her shorts are torn

(chapter originally by SpiralFelix at writing.com)

"No! You! Don't!" Isabel yelled as she managed to yank her shorts out from the machine right as it was done chewing up her left leg. And for good measure, it had snagged the drawstring too, slurping it up like a piece of spaghetti.

Surveying the damage, Isabel notes that the waistband is still intact, along with the entire right leg of her shorts. The left leg, though is reduced to a few inches of tatters hanging from the waistband.

"Wow!" exclaimed Jake from behind her. Isabel jerked around, realizing she had been giving them both a nice view of her ass during her ordeal. She quickly held the shorts in front of her thong as she faced them again. "How did you even manage that?" Jake laughed again.

"Th-that was an accident!" Isabel shouted, her face feeling hot and red again.

"If these are all accidents, then you must have the shittiest luck in the universe." Jake mused.

"Tell me about it..." Isabel muttered to herself, trying to quickly put her shorts back on. Her entire left leg was visible now, including just a bit of her thong. Isabel groaned as she realized that her entire left butt cheek was also on display.

Isabel walked over and picked her bra off the ground, noticing a big tear up the middle where the machine had grabbed it. She wondered if it would still be wearable.

Seeming to know what she was thinking, Jake said, "I'm sure it'll still work fine! Go ahead and put it on."

Isabel frowned at that. This sports bra had no clasps, so to put it on she'd have to pull it over her head. And to do that she'd have to take her shirt off first. "Ha, well." she muttered, "I'd have to take off my shirt to do that... So I'll probably just try it on later..."

As she grabbed her bag to go, Jake stopped her and said "Wait you can use the employee changing rooms here." He motioned to the alcove Chris had appeared from and Isabel noticed there was a small set of lockers and showers. "I'm sure it's the least Chris can do to make up for the experience you've had here today."

"Y-yeah! Please, I insist." said Chris emphatically.

"Well..." Isabel said hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I know what you're thinking." Jake calmly said while bringing her bag into the changing area. "Chris and I won't peek, I promise." he chuckled.

Isabel blushed harshly again. They've already seen enough of me today that they don't even HAVE to peek. But she relented and made her way into the changing area. "A-alright then. I'll just be a second." she said.

"Take your time." Chris called from around the corner as Jake left too.

Facing away from the entrance, Isabel quickly took her t-shirt off and placed it on a bench. Her breasts bared again, her nipples stuck out against the cold air in the room. Her heart was beating like crazy! Two guys were just a dozen feet away while she was topless!! Granted they couldn't see her, but still it made her incredibly nervous. Not wanting to waste any time, she pulled the bra over her head, trying not to stretch it more than necessary. Despite that, she heard a small tear as she pulled it over her shoulders and began adjusting it. It covered all but the bottoms of her breasts and provided some support.

It seemed like it just might hold up. Isabel sighed in relief and relaxed for a moment when her shorts dropped to the ground again. As she bent over to pick them back up, her breasts strained the torn bra in the other direction, resulting in a large RIIP as the entire garment gave way and her breasts sprang out again.

"THAT didn't sound good!" joked Jake from around the corner.

"No, I think it's a lost cause..." Isabel sighed as she removed the split bra. This entire trip to the gym had been a huge loss for her wardrobe. She grabbed her t-shirt to put on again, but found it stuck to the bench.

Panic ran through Isabel as she resisted her urge to yank on the garment harder. The last thing she needed was another piece of clothing being torn to shreds. It seemed like the entire front of the shirt was stuck to the bench by some sticky substance. "What the heck..." she muttered.

"Oh yeah, watch out for the bench!" said Chris, "They put some wood stain on it this morning and it's still drying!"

"A little late!" Isabel yelled angrily. She gave a slightly harder tug, sending her breasts jiggling again, but it was no use. The shirt would not come free. This gym, it seemed, was out to claim as much of her wardrobe as possible.

Isabel quickly fished her sweatshirt out of her bag and threw it on to cover herself again. The thick material felt rough against her nipples. She emerged from the changing area to see Jake and Chris waiting for her. "I give up. I'm going home." she said dejectedly.

Jake could see from a triangle of bare skin under her neck that Isabel was no longer wearing her white t-shirt, and therefore probably nothing at all under the sweatshirt. Maybe she really is just a victim of bad luck... He thought. She genuinely doesn't seem to be enjoying any of this.

"Sorry it turned out like this Isabel." Jake said, "Here I'll walk you out."