[Marauderr]

Amira erupted out of the janitor closet. She immediately realized that ditching her boots might backfire, as she slid across the floor in her socks. Regaining her balance, Amira sprinted down the hall, so far she was not spotted. Rounding the corner, she reiterated to herself that only one hallway was left until safety.

After making the turn, catastrophe struck. Walking Amira's way was a fellow student. Both immediately made eye contact, and Amira lost what little composure she had left. The next sequence of events seemed to occur in slow motion. She instantly used both hands to cover her huge breasts. However, her flawed running motion, combined with her slippery socks, caused Amira to fall, sliding right in front of the boy. Amira now was on all fours, with her ass extremely exposed, her skimpy underwear struggling to even remain on.

The boy could only watch in silent astonishment. Mere feet from him, this almost-naked, hijab-clad woman desperately crawled away. At this point, the final exposure hit Amira's soul directly. Her knees completely failed her, as if they were amputated the second the boy looked at her. As Amira pathetically squirmed in the direction of the gym, she jerked her head back to look at the boy, hopelessly hoping that he was an illusion. Of course, he was not, and this caused Amira to squeal and moan simultaneously. As she unsuccessfully tried to get to her feet, she would lose her balance, giving the hypnotized student multiple views of her ass.

This slapstick routine continued until Amira got halfway down the hall. As her heart raced faster then ever before, Amira found herself right in front of the cafeteria door. The door that was wide open. The sounds of a regular cafeteria could be heard, laughing, yelling, conversations. A table of freshman were closest to the door, and a few turned to look in her direction.

This jolt of hear finally pushed Amira into survival mode. Somehow, she succeeded in propping herself up, and bee-lined towards the gym. Sprinting as fast as she could, Amira did not bother to look back or even cover up. This was her last chance to escape without being seen by multiple people. She could feel her ass jiggle uncontrollably. As she reached the end of the hall, the dreaded bell run once again.

Nearly stopping her heart, Amira indistinctly picked a direction and scampered towards the door. Once again, she narrowly missed the crowd of students leaving the gym towards her next class. As she fell into the locker room, Amira could not even get up. This time, it was not because of fear of humiliation. Rather, she had completely used all of her energy. As she could barely breathe, Amira simply laid up against the wall near the locker room entrance. As she regained her breathe, Amira realized that any second now the locker room would be filled by her fellow female classmates. Then it hit her...

Scrambling to her feet, Amira went further into the locker room. Sweating uncontrollably, Amira looked for any reassurance; something to cover up with, or at least some sign that she was in the female locker room. Bumbling through the aisles, Amira found neither. Finally, she found the bathroom. As if the gates of heaven open themselves, Amira was greeted with the sight of three stalls. More importantly, no urinals. God finally had mercy in Amira, all her praying worked. Amira was safe in the female locker room. In a matter of seconds, the next period of girls would come in to change. But to Amira, who a few minutes ago was completely exposed to a male, this was a virtual relief. Surely someone would provide her with clothes, especially a teacher.

A minute passed, and no one came. Perplexed, Amira began to look through the locker room aisles. No one was present, and there was not a single stitch of loose clothing anywhere. Surely, the next period gym class would begin by now. Still, Amira appreciated this supposed lapse of exposure, so she made her way towards her gym locker. Peering through the holes, she saw her savior, the set of gym clothes she had in her locker. Now, all she had to do was get the damn thing open. The lockers in the school were notoriously hard to open, and Amira's locker was particularly difficult. Some days it could not open at all. But this day, it just had to. After around 30 seconds of unsuccessfully attempting to enter her combination, the loudspeaker roared with harrowing news.

"Attention students! This is a reminder to the varsity football team. Because of the broken showers in the male locker room, you will report to the girls locker room immediately to prepare for your scrimmage. Repeat, all 9th period gym students will report to the auditorium, as the girls locker room will be reserved for the football team. "

Amira's heart plummeted, and almost seemed to stop working. Still standing in front of her locker, Amira's head spun towards the clock on the wall.

1:35. Ninth period already started. Which meant the team would be in the room any second. Amira's thighs once again clasped together, as her knees began to falter. Her stomach began to hyperventilate uncontrollably. Her heart was going 10x faster then it was when she was exposed in the hallway. As her moist hands failed again and again to open the lock, her mind flooded with the thought of her ultimate exposure. Dozens of boys and men her age getting a clear view of her, essentially naked. Her nipples once again became uncontrollably erect, and her panties basically sucked into her ass because of the sweat. In the distance, Amira heard the team trot down the hall, hooting and horseplaying with one another. Amira knew she had about 30 seconds.

"Please, God, please".

Concentrating as hard as possible, Amira slowly turned the lock left, all around to the right, and left again. This time, her much-needed miracle occurred, and the lock clicked. Hearing this relief, Amira pulled the handle as hard as she could, all she had to do was put on her clothes and…

As she pulled, her miracle turned into a mirage. The locker did open, but only on the very bottom. The rest is the locker was jammed, and the opening on the bottom was not large enough to reach in for the clothes on the top rack. Seeing this, Amira snapped. Crying and begging out loud for divine intervention, Amira grabbed the handle by both hands, and with all her strength pulled the handle. It did not open the door.

" NO, PLEASE GOD DON'T DO THIS TO ME! HELP! NO NO, NOOOOOOO"!

This frantic and helpless display continued, until the weak handle snapped from Amira’s pull. Stumbling backwards, Amira fell on her back. While on the ground, completely exposed, the sound if laughter finally broke Amira’s trance of concentration. Amira deliriously looked to both sides of her, and was grated to the site of the football players on the end of each side if the aisle. All had their phones out, recording every second. She didn’t know how long they were there, but they were certainly there. Somehow, they kept silent during her hopeless endeavor. Now, lying on the floor, with her breasts completely exposed, Amira shrieked in despair.

This set off the room of young men, as their hormones finally burst. The entire group howled in uproarious laughter. Some got even closer to record Amira in greater detail. Feebly getting up from the ground, Amira’s sanity was finally beyond the point of repair. The trepidation of getting caught finally boiled over. Even in her worst nightmares, Amira could never imagine being exposed to so many people, so many men, in such a humiliating fashion. As the wolf whistles and cheers deafened her hearing, Amira fruitlessly tried pulling at the bottom of the broken locker again. To do this she bent down to reach the bottom, giving the audience a perfect view of her ass. This scene made the crowd even more loud and jubilant. Which caused Amira to pull even harder.

At this point, Amira’s mental strength was not the only thing that was on its last legs. Her skimpy, sweaty, overworked panties served well past the call of duty. In her bent position, the panties were on its literal last thread. As Amira went for one final pull of the locker, the valient thread snapped. The panties slinged against the other set of lockers. Hearing the noise, Amira’s hands instinctively rose in the air.

Now, the congregation of football players were beyond ecstatic. The mock cheering and screaming shook the room. If not for this noise, one could hear the dozens of camera clicks that captured every second of Amira’s debacle. Now, Amira stood completely naked (besides her hijab). Her unkempt, black bush was completely exposed, and her ass lost what little covering the small panties had given it. At this point, Amira could not even cry anymore. Still, she had lost all mental capacities. She just turned to each side of the aisle, trying to cover everything up at once. Her face, her pussy, her ass and breasts. This only gave more confidence to the gathering in the room.

Now, some were even live streaming, and the entire group changed in unison.

“A-MIR-A!
A-MIR-A!
A-MIR-A!”

Finally, the coaches arrived and began to break up the crowd, not knowing what to expect. When they finally made their way to Amira, they were speechless. Amira, being exposed to yet another group of men, finally made a run for it, as there was a clear path. As she ran past the room, she unsuccessfully avoided eye contact. The lustful, conniving eyes of the men filled Amira with even more shame, if such a thing was even possible.

As she barraged through the locker room door into the gym, a maniacal crowd greeted Amira, with an entourage of camera-phones ready to capture the moment. The whole school quickly learned about the incident in the locker room through social media, and this crowd was ready to witness this moment live. Simply covering her face in guilt, Amira just ran towards the hallway. This process continued, as Amira made her way through the various hallways, with more and more groups of students ready to witness her in person. Finally, after stumbling in front of the main office, a group of teachers shooed away the crowd, and provided Amira with some clothing. Desperately putting the left-behind shorts and t-shirt on, Amira’s heart refused to stop beating at an uncontrollably rate. The nearby laughter could be heard, which triggered Amira one last time to run for the exit.

Finally clothed, Amira ran home, or at least what she thought was the direction of home. As she regained some form of conscious, the true barbarity of her situation became clear to her. Total, utter exposure. Her completely naked body, seen by dozens of people in person. Her gargantuan tits, her nipples that covered almost her entire breast. Her unshaven pussy, and her butt. Worst of all, her butt. Everyone knew it was her, because of the hijab. The entire room was chanting her name. And the phones. The videos would be seen by literally everyone she knows. They would most likely go viral, she would never be able to go out into public again.

As this narrative ran through her head, Amira collapsed in anguish. Still far from home, Amira couldn’t even begin to plan her new life. One thing is for sure, next time, she should make sure laundry gets done.