Lainey hummed a little song to herself as she finished her shower and headed back out to the locker room proper from her shower stall. Having just completed a personal workout in the student gym, Lainey was in the girls’ public locker room instead of the volleyball team’s private one, a little change of pace for the ditzy blonde girl. She’d taken care to keep her exceptionally long hair out of the water, not wanting to go through the lengthy process of drying it, but the rest of her body was dotted with little drips of water not yet dried off with the towel wrapped around her torso.

Getting back to the locker she had used, Lainey quickly undoes her little combo lock and pulls out her clothes to get dressed.

“Huh, strange.” Lainey says, looking curiously at the buttoned white blouse and black pencil skirt. That’s not what she remembered wearing down to the gym. But it was in her locker, so she must just be misremembering.

Lainey dressed quickly, pulling on the white bra and thong panties first before donning the blouse and skirt. She needed to remember to go shopping, she guessed, considering how small these clothes seemed to be on her. The blouse was tight enough that it left her stomach exposed and pushed her tits together, while the skirt seemed to barely come to mid-thigh.

Lainey jus shrugged again; hey, at least it made her look kinda hot. With a little swagger to her stride, Lainey grabbed the rest of her stuff and headed off to class.

By the time the lecture had gotten to the halfway point, Lainey was having a little trouble breathing. The shirt must have been tighter than she realized, because it was compressing her torso and lungs enough to be noticeable. The skirt and thong, too, had grown increasingly uncomfortable, pressing into her thighs and crotch uncomfortably tight.

As the first button popped off her shirt, Lainey had the idle thought that it was almost like her clothes were shrinking. But that was just silly.

When the second and third buttons exploded away and left the blouse mostly undone, Lainey was starting to blush. Her bra was visible both above and below the last two remaining buttons, which were the ones in line with her tits. Gathering up her stuff, Lainey tried to stealthily slip out of class.

Unfortunately for Lainey, she was seated in the middle of the lecture hall, so getting up drew a lot of attention.

Doubly unfortunately, Professor Syms was a stickler.

“Excuse me, young lady, but we aren’t finished here. Sit back down.” The professor’s voice called out to Lainey, making the sexy blonde freeze mid-step.

Triply unfortunately, Lainey’s clothes, which were indeed shrinking, chose that exact moment to completely give up the fight. The shirt burst open, not only losing its last two buttons but literally ripping down the seams of the sleeves and back so that the entire garment flew backwards off of Lainey, landing on a lucky frat boy’s lap. Her skirt followed, ripping up the length of the side, leaving Lainey standing there in naught but her excessively tight bra and thong.

Whatever Professor Syms says next is completely lost on Lainey. The blonde is far too distracted, not by her indecent exposure… but by the uncomfortably increasing tightness of her bra and panties. The bra felt like it was squeezing her ample tits to the point of bursting, while the thong felt like it was going to saw her in half down there.

Unlike the shirt and skirt, Lainey’s shrinking undergarments do not snap off her luscious body but just become more and more unbearably snug. Desperate for relief from what’s starting to become painful, Lainey rips them off without thought to what she’s actually do.

Breathing deeply in relief from the pain, it takes Lainey a few long seconds to realize she is now standing fully naked in the middle of her lecture hall.

“Ah, fuck…”