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**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.

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

Good first story. Fun to read, good build up

i need more

*part two*

A week after my broken bra incident, it seemed things had gone back to normal. I still got looks, still heard jokes, but nothing out of the usual.

"Megan, you're up!" called Mrs. Ramos, her voice cutting through the hushed chatter of the classroom.

My heart skipped a beat. I had missed the school's regular scoliosis checkup two weeks prior, and had to make it up now. I'd been too busy worrying about the algebra test to even think about the awkwardness of getting partially undressed in front of a doctor I barely knew. My cheeks flushed as I gathered my things and shuffled to the door. The other students watched me with a mix of sympathy and curiosity, whispering to each other as I left.

The office was cooler than the classroom, and I felt the goosebumps rise on my arms as I stepped inside. It was a regular school office and had an open window barely covered by a small curtain. I took a deep breath to calm my pounding heart, then froze as I noticed the nurse.

An older man, tall with dark hair and stubble chin, dressed in blue scrubs. He looked up from some paperwork and offered a reassuring smile. "You must be Megan," he said gently. "Let's get this over with so you can go back to class."

Nodding, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. "Okay, thank you."

"This shouldn't take too long, go ahead and take off your shirt for me. I'll look at your back and spine." My face began to heat up even more, but I obeyed, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. I stared down at the carpeted floor, focusing on the pattern to avoid eye contact.

I folded my shirt on the desk, and wrapped her arms around myself to keep from shivering. The chill of room made my nipples hard and I tried to ignore them poking through the fabric of my bra. Glancing up to the nurse I saw the same curiosity/excitement in his eyes that all men seemed to have when they noticed my chest. His expression was calm, but my heart was running like a rabbit. The room felt too small, the air too thick. I wished I could just vanish, but tried to just get through it. "Take a deep breath in," he instructed, placing his hands gently on my shoulders, his skin warm. I did as I was told, feeling his firm grip as he pressed down and pushed my shoulders back, forcing me to drop my arms.

I felt a warm blush spread down hmy neck and across my chest as the nurse's hands moved along her back, his fingers lightly tracing my spine, a strange feeling ran through my body. He was thorough, his touch lingering longer than it needed to be. I could feel his eyes on me, taking in every detail of my body. It was a feeling I had grown accustomed to over the past few years, but never in such a vulnerable situation.

"Any pain, soreness? You're much more developed than others your age, I want to make sure you don't give yourself any back trouble." His hands moved up and down slowly, "Do me a favor, let's remove the bra."

My hands were shaking as I pulled off my bra. I resisted the urge to cover myself and tried to focus on the posters on the wall. I was now standing totally topless with a strange man, feeling more exposed than I ever had in my life.

Standing there the nurse opnely ogled me before, clearing his throat and resuming his professional demeanor. "Now, just lean over this chair for me. I need to check your spine from the side."

My chest was heaving with each nervous breath I took. I leaned over the chair, my breasts swaying slightly as I tried to keep my balance. The nurse's eyes followed the movement before he cleared his throat again, focusing back on hlmy spine. I felt his thumbs trace the line of her vertebrae, pressing into the soft flesh of her back, my whole body shuddered. His touch was firm but gentle, very deliberate as he brushed against the sides of my breasts.

Through the small gap in the curtain covering the window to the hallway, I started tosee the shadowy figures of students walking by, oblivious to my predicament. I suddenly relaized how li g I'd been here, and prayed he would hurry. The thought of being caught in this state of undress by one of my classmates sent a jolt of panic through my body.

"Now, Megan, I'm going to ask you to bend at the waist and touch your toes," he instructed calmly. "It's important for me to see how flexible you are."

My cheeks burned as ai obeyed, my breasts hanging down and swaying with the movement. I kept hoping he would get enough and let me dress, or that the floor would open up and swallow me whole. The coldness of the room seemed to seep into my very soul as I held the pose. My legs and back ached and I felt myself shifting and causing my breasts to jiggle and swaying even more.

Suddenly, a flash of light from outside the window caught my eye. I squinted, making out the silhouette of a phone being held up to the glass. I totally froze as I realized that someone was filming me, capturing my most vulnerable moment. My throat locked up and I couldn't force words out, the nurse's focus remained on my back, his hands still pressing into my skin.

"Everything seems fine," the nurse murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You can sit back up now."

My legs trembled as I stood upright, my arms instinctively crossing over my chest. I glanced back at the window, the shadow of the phone gone. Had I imagined it? Maybe it just my paranoia.

"Now, let's do a few twists for me," he said, his voice a gentle command.
My eyes widened as I slowly twisted my torso from side to side, the muscles in my back stretching and popping. I couldn't ignore the way his gaze shifted to my breasts, which jiggled with the movement. I felt like a piece of meat on display, and the thought of a potential video being shared made me want to retch. I tried to convince myself it was just a shadow.

The nurse's professionalism never wavered, though his eyes remained a little too focused on my chest. My body thrummed with humiliation. I was at the mercy of this stranger's voyeuristic desire.

"Alright, Megan, you can get dressed now," he finally said, turning away to give me some semblance of privacy.
I fumbled to put my bra back on, my trembling hands making it a more difficult task than usual. I slipped her shirt over my head, my eyes glued to the window, expecting the shadow to reappear at any moment. "Everything looks normal, you can get back to class. Have a good day." His whole demeanor was changed, suddenly no longer treating me like a private show.

I managed a quiet "Thank you," and practically sprinted out of the office. The hallway was a blur as I rushed back to the safety of the classroom. Then I felt my phone buzz, someone had sent me a video.