Liana's Heavy Hanging Burden

The locker room was empty, everyone was obviously long gone by now since it took me a long time to clean up the gymnasium. I smiled a bit as I had survived my first sports class with dig. well not with dignity, but survived it anyway. However my smiling was cut short, as I realized I had no bra to wear in public for my trip home. Actually, I had no bras at all that weren't broken even at my apartment. My head started to spin in the sudden terrifying realization of it all, and tried not to hyperventilate as I started to panic a little bit. I spent good 10 minutes sitting there trying to breathe steadily. I only had my top, which was soaked of milk of course, not to mention totally useless without a bra since it could never hold the weight of my breasts without breaking.

I sat on the bench my legs spread as much as I could so my still dripping udders just fit in between them, resting nicely against the floor. I then noticed my sweater which I was wearing in the morning when I came in, which got me thinking. Maybe I could just pull it over my tits from the bottom end, the shirt upside down, and I could hold on to the sleeves to keep them at least a bit covered. It was the best idea I had all day, and I started working on it. The sweater's bottom end was just barely stretchy enough for me to squeeze the bottom end of my tits inside it, but I managed to cover half of them. I smiled holding up the sleeves, not noticing that my left nipple that was erect because of the cold floor, was poking out in all its length from the neck opening of the sweater dripping milk to the floor. I headed out pulling my soaked top down as much as I could to cover myself more, and would've probably noticed my poking nipple sweeping the floor, if I wasn't holding the sleeves up from my patent, lifting my breasts lightly up, just enough that my erect nipple didn't reach the floor. Normally if my nipples were erect, they would sweep the floor because of the added length of them to my already very low hanging breasts, but no such luck for me.

I left the locker room, and walked out of the building, luckily all of the students had gone home by now and I headed to the bus stop. I stood at the bus stop holding those sleeves up, as much as I could, which was not a lot because of the mass they were holding, and just politely smiled at anyone staring at me, trying not to blush. I tried to act as normal as I could, blushing all over as the bus finally came, and climbed in my back first, dragging my breasts behind me holding the sleeves. I had never been braless in public before, but I just wanted to get home fast no matter what. The driver just stared at me his mouth open, as I said hi smiling and blushing and headed to the back of the bus. Apparently a small-sized girl dragging around breasts, each almost big as herself, was not a sight the driver had seen very frequently since he kept staring for a while longer from the driver's mirror as I sat down, squeezing myself and my tits to a empty double-seat. Luckily the rest of the trip went very nicely without much more incidents, and I was finally home. I sat on my bed and pulled the sweater out, resting my bare tits on the floor as I sat, this time my legs closed, them hanging down at the sides of my legs, still reaching the floor. "what a day. " I said out loud. That's the last time I ever go public without a bra, that's for sure, I thought to myself, and then remembered that I didn't have any bras left. The ones that I could fit myself into even a little bit were all broken.