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Part 2

Regina stood imperiously behind the podium, beautifully adorned with the school crest on its frontage. She was barely able to wait for her moment of triumph to commence. Next to her on a small, black covered table, were the first prize scholarship medal award, and the Bastermats trophy, aka the popsicle, the second prize. As Regina leaned toward the large microphone covered with a school-themed scarlet foam cap, Miles excitedly noticed from above, a rock-hard nipple nearly became visible as Regina’s neckline shifted. While no one on the gymnasium floor could see Regina’s near exposure, Beth huffed to herself as she clearly spied the rosy areolas peeking from the top of Regina’s glamorous dress. Beth wished just once this pompous prig be put in her place. Little did Beth know how soon her wishes would be fulfilled beyond her wildest expectations. Regina glanced down just in time. Bug-eyed and gasping with alarm, she glimpsed her boobs springing out of her dress. Almost inconspicuously, she tugged her dress up and her tits plopped back into place just as the Jumbotron was filled with her image from the waist up.

“TIK…TIK...TIK….TIK….clink-click!” Regina, flummoxed, but still disciplined, quieted the crowd by tapping on the microphone with a manicured ruby finger nail. The ostentatious gold bracelets she wore on each wrist clinked loudly over the PA system. “Attention everyone, I’m sure you all know me, Doctor Regina Dubois”, she announced, her voice dripping with condensation, “I am provost of the Ivy Industrial Institute”. “I want to thank all our distinguished visitors'', smiling at the handsome Mr. Bastermats seated behind her, “members of our esteemed college, beaming to the faculty in front, and all the rest of you for coming out this afternoon to our pep rally, the big game against the Lyceum, and most importantly, the presentation of the most prestigious award in the entire city”! Regina turned and smiled both sweetly and knowingly at Primrose who responded with a smug nod and a giggle as she applauded along with everyone else. Genevieve rolled her eyes once again. Following a few more “TIKs” to hush the assembly, Regina continued, “Our outstanding all-state band will now lead us all with our National Anthem. Please rise”. With the gym filled with patriotic sounds, Regina sang along presumptuously with Primrose. Regina, while inhaling for the high notes of the finale, suddenly felt a peculiar loosening in her outfit. Stealing a glance down during “the home of the brave” lyric, she could not see anything amiss. However, one of two hooks fastening her strapless brassiere had failed, allowing the overtaxed undergarment to slacken its tenuous grip on her bountiful tits. A black button also popped off the back of Regina’s dress across her backside allowing a few lucky members of the band to peek at a sturdy white foundation beneath. Following the Star-Spangled Banner, the band continued to play the state and school songs as the scoreboard big screen panned the audience, band, pep squad, and the basketball team. Watching the screen, Regina saw herself from behind and noticed the gap in the back of her dress, an alarming band of white bulging from the scarlet leather sheath. As her eyes widened, she thought she saw one of her buttons on the floor of the stage near her heels. Regina, hoping to take advantage of the standing crowd singing and watching the shifting scenes on the Jumbotron, thankfully not now focused on her, stooped down quickly to retrieve the errand button. At the nadir of her squat, just as her ruby nails clutched the lost black fastener, Regina heard with dismay, ZZRASSrRIIPP!! as the back vent of her dress split over her rear end to widen the gap created earlier by the popped button. Springing upright, she swept her hand back to her bottom and felt to her horror, her girdled derrière was largely exposed to most of the band members who began snickering as the songs ended.

Primrose detected something wrong as she noticed her mother’s difficulty trying to look composed despite her alarmed expression and furrowed brow. Abruptly, the screen centered on Regina, as the perplexed provost sn*tched the mic from its mount, and scooted around in front of the podium. “I can never stand behind these things... ha, hah…,ha”, Regina nervously joked as she tried to look like she was still in control of the deteriorating situation. “Without further ado, let me introduce our school president, Miss Cockfoster!” During the period of applause while the elderly matron came forward, Regina leaned back against the podium and with alarm, felt the cool metal of the school crest against her panty-less girdled ass, uncovered due to the expanding rent in the back of her gown. From his position, Miles became erotically distracted by the sight of the college provost, his girlfriend’s MILFy mom, oddly pressing her bottom against the podium.

While Regina’s mind raced thinking about how she was going to escape from this mortifying wardrobe malfunction, the school president, Miss Cockfoster, took the microphone from her. “Thank you everyone for joining us on this special day.” She continued, “I am honored to ask Mr. Ernest Bastermats to please join us for the announcement and presentation of the Bastermats’ Scholarship Awards. The smart Mr. Bastermats walked to the front of the podium and stood on the other side of the distraught Regina. Regina tried to shift her position, but abruptly stopped when she felt her dress tug back, securely snagged on the school seal, mounted on the front of the podium. Now, another big black button popped off and tinkled to the floor of the stage. Mercifully, as everyone was still clapping, few noticed it. While the elderly Ms. Cockfoster fumbled with the envelope, Regina shuddered as she felt beads of perspiration rolling down her back. Primrose noticed the sweat on both her mother’s reddening face and her moisture-sheened bosom. She wondered what was happening to Regina. Prim observed with dismay her mother’s tugging and pushing against the podium had caused her dress to settle a bit too low for Institute decorum. The lacy top edges of her overloaded brassier were becoming visible while Regina plucked curiously at her dress behind her. Yet, as nearly everyone was focused on the president and the envelope, many did not notice Regina’s imminent unveiling. Those who did, were loudly guffawing at Regina’s plight. The puzzled Primrose suddenly snapped back to reality as Ms. Cockfoster proclaimed, “This year’s runner up for the Bastermats’ Scholarship is Primrose Dubois….and the winner is Beth Modiste!” “Girls, please come forward”. Beth squealed with delight and hurried to the president’s side. Regina, hunched forward slightly with ample bosom threatening to debut, blinked wide-eyed and stared at the audience dumbfounded. Primrose’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “There must be some mistake”, Regina exclaimed. Primrose slowly walked forward, completely muddled, muttering “I lost, I freaking lost!” Beth gracefully moved aside for Primrose to scoot in.

Miles, not hearing the announcement of the winner, stared down at Regina not only struggling with her dress split open in back, but desperately trying to keep her tits covered. At the exact moment Miles sifted the itching powder down from above the scoreboard, Primrose jostled Beth out of the way and took her place next to the President. The crestfallen cheerleader protested loudly “I cannot believe you chose HER!” “I have never been so humiliated!” Prim’s catty remarks were broadcasted throughout the gym by the PA system and an awkward hush fell over the gym. Too late did Miles realize his error as he futilely tried to fan the falling powder away from his girlfriend. Losing his balance, the young man slipped from his perch and fell to the dais below. Fortunately, Miles landed squarely atop the podium, its leather padding cushioning his fall, as the crushed structure toppled over taking a significant portion of Regina’s gown with it. A loud “RRRRiiiiPPPP” over the PA speakers was heard by all with hilarity as the entire rear panel of Regina’s red dress was torn away revealing her brilliant white long-line panty girdle and her strapless bra backstrap. Miles, sprawled atop the wrecked podium, looked up at the astonished mother and daughter. He gazed at Regina’s full girdled bottom and the lacy leg cuffs gartered securely to her silk stockings. Gasping in shock, Regina spun on her high heels away from him, but in doing so, flashed her dazzling girdle and straining bra strap to the entire audience who broke out in raucous laughter. Regina stammered, “This cann..n...not be happ..pp..ening”. The Miles then looked over at the fuming Primrose. With great dismay, he saw a good amount of the Acme XXX Scratchy/Sneeze Powder had settled on Primrose’s hair and sweater top. As the terrible realization of what was about to happen dawned on dimwitted dork, he noted more of the powder raining down on himself. He stared with alarm, open mouthed, at his sweaty body and uniform, spotted with the nasty powder.