You open the door panting, your back aces from your J cups bouncing everywhere. One of your buttons broke off while you were running, you’d have to sew on a replacement later.
“Late again Mrs. Ling” the professor commented from the front of the class. Everyone turned to you. Some shook their heads when they noticed yet another one of your buttons burst infront of them. Providing the class what could only be described as a “boob window.”
Your cheeks turn crimson red you fidgety trying to cover your mammoth mammaries.
‘Ummmm’ You squeak out. Your glasses slide down your nose ‘I was uh... in, in, in ... the bathroom and... I... tried not, not to... but.... the...’ you try to come up with a way of saying it that doesn’t make you look like a slut. But everyone was looking at you. Some just sighed, others tried moving there heads to see what type of bra you wore today.
Your cheeks turn bright crimson. You feel warm between your legs a wet spot forms on your panties and you hear a distinct dripping noise as tears stream down your cheeks.
The professor sighs.
“Just sit down Mrs. Ling. And fix your shirt by tomorrow.”
You nod and walk over to your seat in the middle of class, your breasts bobbing up and down every underneath your arms. You adjust your glasses back into position.
The chair creaks under your weight. ‘Sorry.’ You mumble barely audible.
The professor continues his lecture and you try to stay focused as long as possible, but find your mind wondering elsewhere.....