Kat's Missing Panties

Kat’s sneakers danced across the tennis court. Sweat dripped down her forehead. She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of old, worn yoga pants. She swung her racket and hit the ball back against the practice wall with a loud “WHAP.” The tennis ball bounced off the wall at a surprising angle. Kat ran after it, but it bounced off into the distance across the court.

Kat sighed and walked back to her ball bag. It was early in the morning. She only had one class today and decided to spend the morning relaxing and playing tennis.

Kat bent over at the waist, sticking her slim, round little butt up into the air. The worn and thin material of her yoga pants strained across her buns, becoming almost transparent, showing off her white and polka dot briefs through the fabric. Kat stood up with a ball in hand. She tugged at her sweaty pants, pulling through them, and tugging her sweaty cotton panties out of her butt.

Now that she was no longer bent over, Kat’s underwear was only a faint hint through the fabric. Kat didn’t know how revealing her yoga pants were when she bent over; if she did, she would be mortified, but Kat was completely oblivious to how the thread-bare pants exposed her panties.

“HEY! KAT, YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!”

Kat turned and saw Teresa shouting at her from beyond the chain link fence at the border of the tennis court. She was standing with Ally. They were both wearing their backpacks, ready for class. Ally waved.

Kat waved back with her racket and jogged over to her friends. .

“I HAVE TIME!”

Ally arched an eyebrow. “Do you? I thought you had to give your presentation today?”

Kat’s eyes widened. She completely forgot that today was the day of her presentation in speech class. She thought she was going to be able to chill in her usual spot in the back of the class, but she hadn’t even rehearsed, and she was completely covered in sweat. She wasn’t planning on showering this morning, but she felt sticky and gross and didn’t want to present like this.

“Oh no!” Kat yelped. She took off in the direction of the gym and the showers.

Ally with a sly grin, watched Kat’s butt run past and grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants with a snatching grip.

“EeeE!” Kat squealed. The seat of her pants was tugged away from her cotton panties, exposing them to the world. Kat felt the distinct feeling of cool morning air down her butt onto her sweaty briefs.

Ally snickered and tugged on the waistband with small bouncing motions. Kat gripped onto the front of the waistband and her lips twisted as the pants were pulled back and tightened around her crotch.

“STAhP!” she whined. “You’re going to rip them!”

Teresa grinned. “Girl, we need to buy you some new pants. I swear you’ve been wearing these since middle school.”

“They’re comfortabl-AH!”

Ally let go of the waistband and it returned to Kat’s bottom with a loud SNAP.

“OwwWw,” Kat whimpered, rubbing her butt. “You two are meeeaNnn.”

Ally smirked. “You shouldn’t be so fun to bully.”

***

The shower water hissed with smokey steam. Kat stood under it, humming off-key to herself. The steam wrapped around her slender, pale naked body like a wispy, rising, semitransparent blanket in the shower stall. The water ran down the gentle curves of her body, her small breasts, her belly, her peachy buttcheeks, all the way down to her bare feet shifting on the linoleum.

The sounds of Kat’s discordant shower song drifted from the shower room out into the adjoining changing room where Ally and Teresa creeped forward with big, Cheshire cat grins on their faces. They crept toward Kat’s discarded clothes in a little pile on one of the benches. Ally picked through the clothes with one hand, pinching her nose with the other. Teresa stood watch.

Ally picked out Kat’s sweaty panties, holding them by the smallest edge in her fingernails. She then dumped the confiscated panties into a paper bag, and the two girls scurried away.

***

Kat walked out of the showers. A long towel was wrapped around her. She rubbed absently at her hair. She walked over to the pile of discarded clothes and picked through, looking for her panties, lifting up her shirt, checking to make sure she didn’t leave them in her yoga pants, turning the pants inside out. Growing panic filled her chest as she realized that they were gone.

Kat turned bright blushing red. Then her panic turned to annoyance. She knew immediately who stole her panties.

Kat held her yoga pants in front of her face. She frowned and slowly, uncomfortably, slipped into the yoga pants while holding onto her towel, dressing under it. She bit her lip. The soft fabric of the yoga pants tightened around every single curve of her most intimate areas. Her butt crack seemed to swallow the material into its naked, still slightly damp, crevices. Her lips felt in sensitive detail every surface of the tight yoga pants, and the crease down the front of the pants lined up awkwardly with the opening of her lips.

Kat bit her lip and lifted up the front of the towel to look at herself. The outline and shape of her pussy was clearly visible through the fabric. She turned even redder than before.

***

Mostly fully dressed, Kat walked through the crowded halls on the way to her speech class. She was walking with an awkward gait, trying to avoid and ignore the sensations of the pants tightening and shifting against her as she walked. She, very suspiciously, held her backpack in front of her crotch to hide her camel toe, and to make matters worse, she couldn’t stop blushing bright red.

As if that wasn’t enough to announce to the entire world that she was completely commando, the seat of Kat’s pants was drawing grinning looks from the other students as she passed. It was subtle, but the peach color of her naked rump was shining through the fabric, and eagle eyes students who noticed couldn’t help but stare.

Kat opened the door to her speech class. Every seat was full. The professor, Ms. Bronson, was sitting at the front of the desk and blowing her nose. A pile of used tissues sat on the desk next to her.

“Kat!” She said with her muffled, hay fever nose. “Glad you to join us! We were going to start without you. Put your bag down and start your presentation.”

Kat swallowed hard. The entire class watched her with confused expressions. That is, except for Ally and Teresa, who couldn’t hide their grins at her obvious discomfort. Kat, still holding her bag in front of herself, walked across the room by keeping her back to the wall, crab-walking, and she shot Ally and Teresa an angry, pouty face.

Kat set her bag down on her usual chair at the table in front of the desk where Ally and Teresa were sitting, but the bag tipped over and a few journals spilled out onto the floor. Without thinking, Kat bent quickly at the waist, sticking her butt into Ally’s face in the process.

Ally’s face widened into a joyous, sadistic grin. She could see Kat’s bun’s shining through the fabric, and more importantly, she could see small holes appearing in the back of the pants, holes that were widening as Kat remained bent over.

Acting on almost supernatural pranking instinct, Ally grabbed a sheet of paper from her notebook at ripped it half just as Kat’s pants split open in the back, mooning Ally with a tremendous SHHRRIPP. The two noises masked each other perfectly. Kat stood up and glanced behind her in panic, but she only saw Ally holding the ripped sheet of paper.

“Hand slipped,” Ally whispered.

Kat held her notebook in front of her crotch, hiding her camel toe, and walked to the front of the class. All heads turned, slowly realizing that her ass was naked, exposed, and that Kat was completely, totally unaware. Students muttered to each other in excited, hushed tones, hunching toward each other, pulling their phones out, discreetly trying to record this once in a lifetime opportunity. A few covered their mouths to stifle their snickering laughter. Teresa turned from Kat’s ass to Ally and back again in shocked disbelief, a wide mouthed smile across her face. Kat’s buttcheeks shook and rippled ever so slightly with each step, a hypnotizing, adorable squishiness that enraptured the entire class.

Ms. Bronson, bleary eyed, was also unaware. Her eyes were so watery, she could barely see in front of her face. She blew her nose again and pressed a button on her PC, starting Kat’s PowerPoint for her. She handed Kat the remote for the slide.

“Quiet down class. I know this is a student assignment but show some patience for your classmates.”

Kat ignored the muttering behind her. The class was similarly noisy when the other students did their presentations, but that was because of impatience and not bare ass nudity. She held the journal in front of her crotch. So long as I keep this in front of me, she thought, everything will be okay.

Kat stood in front of her title slide, facing the class. Every student craned their neck in unison, desperately trying to see around Kat and feast their eyes on her butt again.

Kat arched an eyebrow. Then, she noticed she was blocking the slideshow with her body. She took a few steps to the left.

“So, I’m doing my presentation on population growth. Population growth tells us how many people are on the planet and, like, how many there are going to be.”

Kat pressed a button to change to the next slide. She turned her back to the class, flashing them again.

“So, you can see here, in these parts of the graph, it’s growing.”

The men in the class nodded rapidly.

Kat clicked the remote.

“The population boom started- whoops!”

The remote slipped from her hand and clattered on the floor.

Kat bent over, legs spread, her cheeks parting, the faintest hint of her butthole poking out to the class between her cheeks.

“Holy shit!” someone gasped.

Kat turned. She saw one of the students looking wide eyed at his phone. He was recording, but to Kat it looked like he reacting to something he was watching.

“Anyway-“ Kat said, annoyed.

Ally and Teresa, meanwhile, had crumpled wads of paper in their mouths and straws in their hands.

Teresa took aim first, aiming a spitball right at Kat’s left cheek.

PTUI!

She missed, and the spitball hit the wall. Ms. Bronson sneezed, oblivious.

Ally looked down the length of her straw like it was a sniper scope. She focused on Kat’s moving ass, her shifting hips, planning how she would lead her shot.

PTUI!

The spitball hit Kat in the dead center of her right cheek with a sticky PLAP.

Kat froze. She stared forward. Her heartrate revved up in terror. Her brain shut down, barely processing the feeling that she just felt against her naked ass flesh, her naked ass that was just pointed to the entire class, that had been pointing to the entire class this entire time, that her classmates had been recording and snicking. Her face and her buttcheeks grew bright, violent, blushing, pepper red.

Kat whirled around and looked over her shoulder at her own ass.

“AHHEEIIIIII!!!” she shrieked.

The classroom whooped and cheered.

Ms. Bronson was shook from her hay fever stupor and suddenly realized that Kat’s butt was completely exposed.

“KAT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Kat dropped her notebook and the remote. She whirled around, exposing her camel toe to the crowd. In her panic, she grabbed at the sides and front of her pants and tugged them backward, trying to stretch them over her butt.

RRIPPPP

The front of Kat’s pants was ripped to shreds. Her pussy greeted the class to wolf whistles and explosive laugher. Kat whirled around in place, frantically dancing, trying to figure out what side of her to cover, and she lost her balance.

Kat landed on her back, her legs fell open, and her parted pink pussy lips and her butthole presented themselves to the crowd. Every secret curve and fold and opening was there, staring up at the crowd of her classmates.

Cameras flashed with a blinding frenzy.

“EEEeeEEEEK!” Kat screamed in terror, her arms flailing to cover her naked everything.