Megan's Broken Bra

[emobat]

**my first attempt, not exactly enf so I may expand it later. It's super short I know, ope to constructive feedback**

It was almost inevitable this would happen to me. I'd filled out much faster than my classmates, a D cup by thirteenth birthday, and already felt the eyes of boys in my class, the upper classes, and even teachers on my every curve. I'd also dealt with rumors from the girls, even though I'd never done anything with a guy. I felt like everyone was constantly waiting on me to make a mistake, like I was under a microscope.

I mostly wore sports bras to keep from bouncing and to try and flatten as much as possible, but this morning I realized I had nothing clean.


So, I went for my second-best option: a flimsy, pink bra that was much to small and pulled almost painfully tight on my sides. It was a bad choice, but it was all I had. I put on a tshirt, it suddenly felt too small and tight, but again, I had little choice.


Walking through the school hallways was like navigating a minefield. The boys' eyes followed me like a pack of hungry wolves, and the girls' glares were sharp enough to cut glass. I was hyper aware of my ever move and jiggle. Logically, I knew that I didn't really look different, but my heart raced as I made my way to my locker.


The moment of truth came as I was opening my locker. A boy, taller and broader than the rest, sauntered over. He had a smug smile that sent a chill down my spine. Without warning, his grin grew wider as he reached out and snapped my bra strap. It popped hard against my back.


"Ow, dick." My face flushed with humiliation as the bra strap snapped back onto my skin. The boy's laughter ricocheted through the hallway, and suddenly, I felt my bra fall loose. My stomach dropped, and for a second, I froze, the cold metal of the locker handle biting into my palm. I raced to the bathroom, he laughed behind me.


The door slammed, and I leaned against the cold tile wall. My breath came in ragged gasps. My chest felt heavy, like my breasts were going to spill out at any moment. The bathroom was empty, but the echos of his laughter haunted me. I looked in the mirror. It was obvious I was braless, no way to hide it.


Wiping tears from my eyes, I quickly stripped off the broken bra, dropped it in the trash, and pulled my shirt back on. My nipples poked through clearly. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.


Walking out of the bathroom, I felt naked, the fabric of my shirt doing nothing to contain my breasts, which bounced with every step. The hallway was a gauntlet of stares and snickers. Some of the guys' eyes bulged like they'd never seen a pair before, and some of the girls looked at me with a mix of pity and spite. I clutched my books to my chest and stared at the ground until I got to the classroom.


My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Jenkins, took one look at me, and her eyebrows shot up. I could see her trying to find the right words without making it a big deal. "Megan," she whispered, her voice thick with concern, "you might want to fix your shirt, sweetie."


"It's...it's okay," I mumbled, hoping she couldn't hear the tremor in my voice. I took my seat, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on me, and tried to focus on my textbook. But the pages blurred together, and the whispers grew louder.


The bell rang, and the class shuffled in their seats, the sound of books opening and pencils scribbling on paper. Mrs. Jenkins started her lecture, but the words didn't register. I felt like I was in a bubble, my heart pounding in my ears. My cheeks burned, and my chest felt tight with each breath I took.


Lunchtime couldn't come soon enough. The thought of facing everyone in the cafeteria was daunting, but I was starving. I kept my head down, looking for my friends, but they were nowhere to be seen. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find the same boy who had humiliated me earlier, his grin unchanged.


"Looking for someone, Megan?" His tone was smug, enjoying my discomfort. My eyes narrowed, and I wanted to punch him in the face.


"Fuck off, Alex," I spat, my voice low and fiery. He chuckled, and the sound of his laughter was like nails on a chalkboard to me. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my neck.


"C'mon, Megan. You've got the goods, might as well share them. Sit with us, and I'll tell the guys to keep it cool the rest of the day," he said, his voice dripping with a fake charm that made me want to gag.


I looked up at him, my eyes blazing. "Why would I want to sit with you?"


Alex's grin grew wider, showing off a set of braces that glinted in the fluorescent light. "Because, sweetheart, if you sit with me, I'll tell my buddies to lay off. Otherwise, well, I can't make any promises," he said, his voice a cocky drawl that made me want to scream.


"You promise to leave me alone?" I asked skeptically, my voice barely above a whisper. Alex nodded, his eyes flicking down to my chest before meeting mine again.


"Scout's honor," he said, holding up three fingers and grinning wider. It was a lie, I knew it. But desperation washed over me, and I didn't know what else to do. The cafeteria was a minefield of whispers and stares, and the thought of enduring that for the rest of the day was too much.


With a heavy sigh, I nodded and followed him to his table, crossing my arms over my chest. They sat at a back table thankfully away from most of the other students, and out of sight of the teachers. The group of boys looked up, their smirks clear as day. They were the popular kids, the ones who had the power to make or break you at school. If Alex said to leave me alone, they might actually listen.


The cafeteria was a cacophony of laughter and chatter, the smell of greasy pizza and overcooked vegetables filling the air. I sat down gingerly, my chair scraping against the floor. The other kids at the table leaned in closer, whispering among themselves. I could feel their eyes on me, sizing me up like a piece of meat.


I sat quietly until Alex came back and handed me a popsicle, a long rainbow one. I immediately knew what he wanted, "No, thank you." I'd seen other girls do this, usually older girls teasing a table of cheering boys or as a dare. They wanted me to "suck it" for them


"Well then I guess we have all day to . . . Play with you." Alex's voice was low and seductive, mildly threatening. The boys around the table leaned in closer, their eyes glinting with excitement. I looked down at the popsicle, feeling trapped. I knew what they were expecting, and my stomach churned at the thought. I didn't even know what to do exactly, just what other girls had done.


I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, hoping the rest of the lunchroom didn't notice. Opening my mouth, I ran my tongue up the side of the popsicle as "seductively" as possible.


The boys watched, their eyes glued to my mouth. The sticky sweetness hit my tongue, and I had to fight the urge to grimace. It was a small price to pay for some semblance of peace, I told myself, as I licked and sucked. I felt the tension in my shoulders ease slightly as the surrounding whispers died down.


I bobbed my head on it, like I'd seen the other girls imitate. The chill made my nipples harden, and my shirt felt tight. I opened my eyes to see the whole table staring, and a fresh wave of humiliation ran through me, this time though I felt it between my legs. Taking the popsicle from my mouth:


"Okay, that's enough." I mumbled.


Alex leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming. "C'mon, Megan, don't be shy. You're doing great," he said, his tone sickly sweet.


Blushing, I took the popsicle deep one more time, then bit into it. The coldness was a shock, and it was a relief to get it out of my mouth. The boys around the table whooped and clapped, and a few of the girls at nearby tables shot me dirty looks. I felt a strange mix of triumph and embarrassment. At least the attention was mostly positive, for now.


Alex leaned over. "Now, that's the spirit," he said, his hand brushing against my thigh. The touch was electric, and I jolted back, dropping the popsicle onto the table. The boys laughed, and I felt the sticky juice all over my chin.


I made my way to the bathroom again, ignoring the whistles I heard. I quickly washed my face. My heart thundered in my chest, I felt nauseous thinking about the rumors that would get spread now.

When I got back to class, the whispers had turned into a full-blown murmur. I saw some of the girls giving me sympathetic glances, but most of them were smug, like they'd been proven right about my "sluttiness." The boys, on the other hand, couldn't seem to get enough. They whispered and nudged each other, their eyes following me like I was the main attraction at a peep show.

The afternoon dragged on with the same cycle of humiliation. Every time I stood up, every time I bent over to grab a book or a pencil, the room erupted in whispers and snickers. I could feel my chest bouncing with each step, the fabric of my shirt doing nothing to hide the fact that I was braless. It was like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.

Finally, the last bell rang, and I bolted for the exit, desperate to get home. The halls were a blur as I raced to the bus, my face burning with every step. I didn't dare look back, afraid of what I might see.

[SDS]

Fun read very different as she was mostly covered for the whole thing!

[Darky]

Good first story. Fun to read, good build up

[peter]

i need more