The extra strain quickly proved to be too much on the tearing micro-spandex shorts. The rip spread along the bottom of the shorts and split up the back, leaving the shorts in almost two separate pieces, attached only by the waistband in the front. As the shorts plummeted down her legs, Isabel got tripped up and was sent sprawling to the ground.
"Aghh!" she cried out as she landed roughly next to a rowing machine. Its current user stopped mid-row as he stared, open-mouthed at Isabel's thong-clad ass now on display inches away from him. "Wh-whoops..." she muttered, trying to portray a bit of calmness, despite her crimson face.
Isabel quickly grabbed the white scrap that was her shorts and her headphones, more determined than ever to quickly retreat to the locker room. She heard murmurs and felt more and more eyes on her. She stood up, not noticing a soft tearing sound, and began running towards her goal. She had her headphones in one hand in front of her crotch and her white useless spandex in the other, trying to cover at least some of her ass as she moved. She kept her head down, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.
Isabel sighed with relief as she turned the corner of the locker room and made her way over to her locker. Unfortunately, as she was about to realize, when she stood up next to the rowing machine...
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