You escape the university cafeteria during the disturbance caused by the woman shrieking about her curves being stolen. Her distraught cries attracting attention from some, and embarrassed silence from others. The few who were deliberately ignoring her turned around at the sound of her blouse buttons, as the flew wildly. The woman ripping it open revealing her too large bra for her disbelieving audience. Her hands mauling her breasts, still looking for that vanished flesh. Her lip started to tremble as she was on the verge of tears. Her pride and joy, those ripe, eye-catching D-cups were now yours, that luscious rump too. In her distraction, the woman's skirt fell from her dull hand swishing down her stockinged legs to pool at her feet.
It all helped you leave with her so determinedly demanding everyone's attention. However, it didn't stop you feeling self-conscious. The yoga pants straining beyond their limits. Your ass, your thong visible through the split running over your own rear. Sure everyone could see you... would see you as the thief. You leave without looking back.
As the double door shut behind you, the noise lessens the sound somewhat deadened by the heavy wooden doors. As you sashay away, you feel the extra width in your hips, that fuller ass making you walk with more of a sway in your step. You feel, as well as hear the stitching surrendering, each step putting unbearable strain on the seat of your yoga pants.
However, it's your fuller bust that draws the most gawping, leering looks. Your own bra wasn't made for the mass they now contain. Overflowing the cups, they bulge obscenely making your bust look even bigger than it's expanded dimensions. You breathing constricted by the strap, and the weight crushed against your ribs, you want to rip the damned thing off yourself. Resisting the temptation, you don't want the interest... or anyone to think of you, and connect you with the chaos in the cafeteria.
The reason for the looks were hard to deny. As every detail of your bra was pressed firmly against your own blouse. Making it look like it was embossed with a flowery, lacy design. The buttons tight under pressure, a familiar diamond pattern visible, as they gapped, revealing your bare flesh, and underwear beneath.
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