Dana took a breath and reached behind herself with both hands to undo the hooks. This proved to be a mistake from which her underwear would never recover; for when she reached back, her chest thrust out, putting immense strain on the fasteners holding the clothing on. The plastic rings attaching the straps to the top of the cups deformed then snapped as Dana continued to reach behind her back. She was fortunate not to get whipped as both straps flew up to either side of her head.


As Dana hands neared the hooks between her shoulder blades they released a tiny groan. Dealing with pressure beyond reason had taken its toll upon the metal. The hooks had started to straighten. The bottom one came loose with a ping first. Dana felt it let go, a tiny relieving of the constriction her bosom was under. The pressure mounted on the remaining hooks three hooks. Dana tried to undo them, but could pull any slack in the chest band to unhook them. Instead she extended her arms behind her and thrust her chest out more. She wanted out of the bra one way or another.


Terry’s eyes had widened when the straps on Dana’s bra had failed under the unforeseen stress of its owners growing magnitude. When Dana stretched her arms back his lips parted and a breath was drawn in anticipation of the coming hopefully spectacular release. He was not disappointed.