Megan's Broken Bra (Chapter 5 update) 12/30/24

[emobat]

Wow @emobat this story is getting better and better. Wonder what is on the video and what the owner of the video will do with it.

Thank you, I wonder that too! Not 100% sure where I'm going

[emobat]

***Part 3 I hope you enjoy, as previously constructive criticism and ideas are welcome here or DM***

My heart pounded as I opened up the video message. It was exactly what I thought, a video of me topless in the nurse's office. Then a text: Meet me in the competition gym at 3:30.

I felt nauseous. I knew it was Alex, hos creepy smugness seemed to radiate through the phone. The message was clear: I had to do what he said or face the embarrassment of everyone at school seeing me exposed.

The bell rang, jolting me out of my dread-filled thoughts. I shoved my phone into my pocket and trudged through the hallways, trying to act like nothing was wrong. But my mind raced with what he might do if I didn't show up. I knew if I went to the principal Alex would get into trouble, but I also knew the video would be passed around much longer than whatever punishment he had.

The last few classes of the day moved in slow motion, as my mind swirled with what to do. Once the final bell rang I made my way to the gym. It was across the street, newly built for our growing school, almost bigger thsn thr school itself. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The echo of my sneakers bouncing off the polished floor was the only sound. It was eerily empty, I didnt think anyone was practicing today. I spotted Alex sitting in the bleachers, his legs dangling over the side, a smug grin on his face.

"You came," he said, his voice echoing in the vast space.

My palms grew sweaty, and I felt a knot in my stomach as I approached the bleachers. "What do you want?" I snapped, trying to keep my voice steady.

Alex leaned back, his grin widening. "Just to see those pretty things of yours again, Megan."

I clenched my fists. "Why are you doing this to me?" I demanded, my voice shaking despite my efforts to appear strong.

Alex shrugged, his eyes never leaving my chest. "Why not? You've got something I want to see." His tone was casual, as if we were discussing the weather. "Now, up here, and do it slow."

With a mix of anger and fear, I began to ascend the bleachers. Each step was a battle, my legs feeling like they were made of jelly. When I reached the top, I took a deep breath and turned to face him, my eyes blazing. "You're such a pig," I spat.

Alex just chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "Call me what you want, as long as you give me what I want." He patted the spot next to him, gesturing for me to sit down. I complied, trying to keep as much distance between us as possible. "Now, let's make this little show worth my while," he said, his voice dropping to a low, lecherous tone that made my skin crawl.

My mind raced with ways to get out of this situation, but every escape plan seemed to vanish in the face of his confident smirk. He leaned closer, and I could feel his hot breath against my neck. "Take off your shirt," he whispered. "Do it now, or I'll make sure everyone sees this little gem."

I glanced around the deserted gym, desperately searching for something, anything that could help. The only sounds were the distant echoes of kids leaving the school and the thumping of my own heart in my ears. With trembling hands, I slowly began to lift my shirt. My stomach churned as the fabric came, exposing my plain sports bra. I could feel his eyes on me like a physical touch, a disgusting, violating pressure that made me want to scream.

Alex leaned in closer, his breath hot on my skin. "Keep going," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. I clenched my teeth, my fingernails digging into the fabric of my shirt. My face was hot with humiliation, but again a strange electrifying jolt of something ran through my body. I bit my lips, setting thr shirt down next to me, then began to lift my bra.

The gym's stark lights illuminated my bare breasts as the bra straps slipped down my shoulders. They felt heavy and exposed, and my nipples tightened into hard peaks. Alex's eyes widened, his smile turning predatory as he took in the sight.

"They're huge." He said, almost in awe.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I've always been self-conscious about my chest, developing so early. His eyes were glued to my breasts, and I could feel the heat of his gaze. "What are you going to do now?" I asked, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Alex's grin grew wider as he reached out, his hand hovering just above my skin. "Now, we make sure this little performance is worth it," he said, his voice low and hungry. Before I could react, he cupped my left breast, giving it a firm squeeze. I gasped, my body jolting with a mix of fear and an unexpected pleasure that I quickly tried to suppress.

He teased my nipples, lost in his own pleasure to notice the effect it was having on me. I felt my face flush even more, but not from embarrassment anymore. I was getting wet. "You like that?" He asked, his voice full of mock surprise. "You're pathetic," I spat, trying to ignore the way my body was betraying me.

Alex's grin grew wider as he leaned closer, his hand moving to my other breast. "You're so sensitive," he said, his voice now a low purr. "I hate you westing these sports bras every day, you need to get something that shows your curves better." His hands kept caressing my breasts.

I tried to ignore the way my body was responding to his touch, focusing instead on the anger that burned inside me. "Stop it," I managed to say, pushing his hand away.

Alex leaned back, his smug expression unchanged. "Oh, come on Megan, don't tell me you're not enjoying the attention." His eyes flicked down to my chest again, and I felt a twinge of disgust and arousal. I quickly looked away, trying to hide the flush that I knew was spreading across my face.

Then, the sound of the gym doors slamming open echoed through the room. We both jumped at the sudden intrusion. Panic flooded me as I realized we weren't alone anymore. I scrambled to pull my shirt back on, my heart racing as the fabric slid over my sensitive skin. The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, and I knew we had to get out of there fast. My sports bra still hung down below my breasts so as we jumped up they swung noticeably under my shirt.

Alex's smug expression turned to one of alarm, and he quickly pocketed his phone. "Hurry," he hissed, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the exit. I didn't need to be told twice. The footsteps grew closer, and I could make out the sound of someone else's breathing in the quiet space.

We rushed down the bleachers, my legs trembling as I stumbled to keep up with his urgent pace. The footsteps grew louder, and I feared we were about to be caught. But as we reached the bottom, the noise grew softer, as if whoever it was had turned down a different hallway. We paused, listening, Alex pushed me against the cold brick wall, grinding his erection against me.

"You're mine now," he murmured, his breath hot in my ear. His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel his erection pressing into me, and a fresh wave of fear washed over me. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something else - excitement, desire, and something else that made my stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

I shoved him away with all the strength I could muster, my chest heaving. "Get off me," I snarled.

Alex took a step back, a look of surprise flitting across his face before the smugness returned. "Oh, so you're playing hard to get now?" He chuckled, his hand still hovering near my waist.

"This isn't a game," I said through gritted teeth, trying to push down the confusing mix of emotions that were swirling inside me. "You're a creep, and I want you to leave me alone."

Alex grins, "No more sports bras. Wear something cute tomorrow." His voice dropped again, my skin prickled.

I pulled away, checking my phone I saw i needed to hurry to catch the late bus. I ran with my arms over my chest, making the bus just in time. I sat in the back panting, my hands idly caressing my nipples through my shirt. I knew I was in trouble, but part of me liked it.

[Darky]

You made it even more exciting than I suspected. Keep it up girl!

[emobat]

You made it even more exciting than I suspected. Keep it up girl!

Thank you! I'm hoping to get another chapter soon

[emobat]

***Part Four. I'm not sure how many I'll do. This one is a little shorter, hope you enjoy!***

Friday morning. I frown at my phone, I'd woken up to a text from Alex:

"Remember no more sports bras, something cute." The problem was I was limited on my options. Most of my regular bras were plain or too small. I sigh as I rummage through my drawer. I pull out a lacy pink one that barely fits. It's a bit snug, but it's the best I can do without making my mom suspicious. I slip it on and feel the material tighten around me.

I take a deep breath as I looks in the mirror. I pull a loose-fitting sweater over the bra to hide my curves as best I can. The anticipation of seeing Alex makes my heart race. I'm a bundle of nerves as she walks out of the house.

School is a blur of faces and hallways until I finally spot Alex leaning against a locker, surrounded by his usual group of friends. My steps slow as they all turn to look at me. I feel their eyes scanning me up and down. Alex breaks into a smug grin when he sees the outline of my bra through the sweater. He nods approvingly, and I can't help but feel a strange mix of dread and excitement.

The day drags on, each class feeling like an eternity. I'm hyperaware of every movement, every breath, waiting for the moment Alex will pull me aside again. When the final bell rings, my heart sinks. I make my way to my locker, my palms sweating. The corridor is almost empty, except for Alex, who's been waiting for me.

"Hey, Megan," he says, his voice low and taunting. "Come here."

I hesitate, my stomach knotting. His friends snicker as I approach, the sound echoing in the deserted hallway. Alex's grin widens, and he takes a step closer, his eyes dark. "I want to see today's choice."

I glance at the other boys, "In front of them?"

Alex's smirk doesn't falter, "Yeah, unless you got a problem with it?"

The challenge in his tone makes my cheeks burn. I shake my head, trying to play it cool. Slowly, I lift my sweater, exposing the lacy pink bra. The material is sheer, and my skin glows through it. The boys' eyes widen and their whispers turn into low whistles. I feel a strange thrill run through me, a mix of fear and excitement that I don't fully understand.

Alex's gaze lingers on my chest before meeting my eyes. "Good choice," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a near whisper. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against the edge of the fabric, sending a jolt through me. "But gives the guys the full show."

He takes my hand and they pull me into thr boys bathroom nearby, in shock I let Alex pull my sweater up and off, I hold it feeble as I stand in my bra.

My heart races as his hand moves to the clasp of my bra. "Alex, no," I protest weakly, but the words die in my throat as his fingers deftly unhook it. The bra falls away, and my breasts spill out, the cool air of the hallway making my nipples tighten. The boys' eyes are glued to me, their faces a mix of shock and excitement.

Alex's friends lean in, whispering and laughing, their eyes devouring me. Alex's hand trails up my spine, his touch sending shivers down my back. "You're so fucking hot, Megan," he says, his voice filled with something I can't quite place. I feel his other hand cup my left breast, his thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple. A gasp escapes my lips, and he smiles.

The boys all laugh, I pull my sweater up to cover my face as I feel more hands join Alex in feeling me. I bite my lip, hating how my body seems to be responding.

"Hey, don't be shy," one of Alex's friends says, his voice thick with desire. "Show us what you've got."

Their hands are everywhere, one groping my ass through my jeans, another squeezing my right breast. I feel a hot blush spread over my cheeks, and my body responds despite my embarrassment. My breath comes in short gasps as they explore my curves, their rough touches sending shockwaves through my body.

"Look at these tits," one of them says, and the others murmur in agreement. Alex's grip tightens on my waist, pulling me closer to him as he whispers in my ear, "You're going to love this." He pinches my nipples hard making me squeal.

I drop my arms to cover my chest, panting and flushed: "That's enough." I whisper, trying to sound firm. But the thrill of their attention has made me on edge.

Alex's grip loosens, but doesn't leave entirely. "Why? You're just getting started," he says, his eyes gleaming. His friend leans in, his hot breath on my neck, "Yeah, show us more."

I swallow hard, the heat in the room seemingly rising. I feel my resolve wavering, my body betraying me. Slowly, I lower my hands, revealing my bare breasts once more. The boys let out a collective groan, their hands moving with more confidence now. One of them starts to knead my flesh, while another tugs at my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

The bell for the late buses ring, they boys pull away. "You can go now," Alex says, his voice smug. I grab my sweater and pull it over my head, my cheeks still flushed. I can feel their eyes on me as I leave, the fabric of the sweater sticking to my damp skin.

I hurry out, and get on the bus. My phone buzzes:

"Pink was nice, but get something series for Monday." My heart races and I plan a shopping trip.

[Darky]

Wow, wow, wow! Great chapter again! You go girl

[emobat]

Wow, wow, wow! Great chapter again! You go girl

Thank you, I think two to three more chapters maybe.

[emobat]

*Quick new chapter, let me know what you think!**

I walked through the bustling mall, a sense of excitement and terror fluttering in my chest. The air had the mingling scents of popcorn, perfume, and freshly baked cookies. I had grabbed a bunch of gift cards from Christmas that I hadn't used yet, and was trying to make my way to the store. My stomach turned at the idea I was buying something specifically to turn on a bunch of boys who just wanted grope me, but then why was so giddy?

When I arrived at the lingerie store, the soft pink lights bathed the walls, and the mannequins were dressed in lace and silk that made me feel like I was in a fairy tale. The saleswoman looked at me with a knowing smile, probably used to teenage girls with secret missions like mine. Blushing I began to browse.

The choices were s little overwhelming, some didn't even look like bras. As I stood there terrified the saleswoman came and put a hand on my shoulder:

"Need any help dear?"

The saleswoman's voice was warm and gentle, pulling me out of my nervous trance. I glanced over her shoulder to see a tall curvy woman with a curly bob, her eyes sparkling with a knowing smile. The woman's name tag read "Sally."

"Um, yes. I'm looking for...something for a school dance," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sally nodded, her smile never wavering. "Ah, I have just the thing." She led me to a rack of push-up bras and thongs. My cheeks burned hotter than the sun. The lace and satin whispered against the hangers as she pulled out a few options. "These are perfect for your first dance," she said, her eyes assessing my body. She grabbed a few and took my hand, "Let's get you measured."

The fitting room was small and claustrophobic, Sally was pressed in close to me. "Go ahead and undress."

I felt like I was going to pass out, but I did as she said. I took off my shirt and my bra, and she took my measurements. Her hands were cold and professional, my nipples hardened and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. She looked surprised when she saw my breasts. "Oh my, you're blossoming early!" she exclaimed. I felt like a piece of fruit at the market, "No wonder you have a date to impress." She winks, "Go ahead and take off your jeans and I'll measure your waist."

The fabric of the jeans felt like sandpaper against my skin as I pulled them down. My cheeks were a deep shade of red, but she just nodded approvingly. She knelt in front of me, "Plain bikini cut is fine for jeans, but you'll need a thong for a dress." Her hands touched my waist as she measured. Her eyes traveled up and down my body, "You'll want to shave of course." I almost fainted from humiliation.

Once she had all my measurements, Sally handed me a few pairs of underwear to try on. "Now, I know this is a bit much for you, but trust me, you're going to look stunning in these." She whispered it like a secret, and it made me feel a little less embarrassed. I stepped into the thong, the material barely covering my ass. I looked at myself in the mirror, and couldn't believe it was me. The bra she had given me pushed my D cups up like they were trying to escape.

As I was trying to get my bearings in my new lacy attire, I heard the curtain slide open. I shrieked, expecting it to be Sally, but instead, there was my friend's dad, Mr. Thompson. His eyes widened when he saw me half naked, his cheeks flushing with a color that matched the walls of the fitting room. "Megan?!" he sputtered, taking a step back.

Panic shot through me like a bullet. "Mr. Thompson, I-I'm so sorry!" I stuttered, frantically trying to cover myself with my hands. "I didn't know you were here." My mind raced and I realized that didn't make any sense, he'd been the one to walk in on me.

He looked equally shocked, his eyes darting between my barely covered chest and my face. "What are you doing here?" he managed to ask, his voice thick with something I couldn't place.

"I'm...I'm just trying on some clothes," I replied, my voice trembling. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the blood rushing to my cheeks.

Mr. Thompson's gaze lingered on my body for a moment too long, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of my exposed flesh. He was supposed to be a trustworthy adult, someone my parents had known for years, and here he was ogling me like a piece of meat. The realization mad my head spin. "Does your mother know you're here?"

I shake my head no, Mr. Thompson is a deacon at our church and knows my mother wouldn't approve. He licks his lips and says, "Well, it's just as well. You're growing up so fast, Megan."

The way he says it sends shivers down my spine. His gaze lingers on my breasts, and for a moment, I feel like a deer caught in headlights. I want to tell him to leave, to scream for Sally, but the words are stuck in my throat.

"You know," he says, his voice low and smooth, "you're not supposed to be wearing things like this. It's not appropriate for a young lady your age." His tone isn't scolding, but rather, it's like he's sharing a secret. A secret that somehow makes my stomach do flips.

"I... I know," I murmur, my voice barely a squeak. "I just... I want to look nice."

Mr. Thompson's eyes don't leave my breasts. "Well, you do look... quite mature," he says, his voice trailing off. He takes a step closer to me, and the air in the fitting room feels like it's thickening. "How about a deal?"

[sslim5]

Great new chapter. So is Mr Thompson based off of feelings or events that could happen irl? Maybe you need to find a Mr Thompson!!

[emobat]

Great new chapter. So is Mr Thompson based off of feelings or events that could happen irl? Maybe you need to find a Mr Thompson!!

Loosely based in some dad's i knew