During gym class, the entire school seemed to notice her today. She was the quiet, sweet girl who usually kept to herself—soft-spoken, always blushing at the smallest compliments. But she had always loved the secret thrill of showing off her big, jiggly ass whenever she could get away with it. Today, though, fate (or nerves) made her forget her shorts completely. She stood near the bleachers in just her tight black one-piece leotard, the thin fabric stretched desperately across her massive, round cheeks. Every little movement made her ass clap softly—loud enough in the echoing gym that she was sure people could hear it. The material clung so tightly it looked painted on, the seams digging into her soft flesh and creating deep, inviting dimples at the sides. Her cheeks burned crimson. She kept her hands clasped in front of her, shifting from foot to foot, which only made her heavy ass wobble and bounce more noticeably. She could feel the cool air kissing the exposed lower curves where the leotard failed to fully contain her. And worst of all… you were here. Her crush. The boy she thought about constantly. The one she had quietly obsessed over for months—watching you from across the cafeteria, saving seats near you in class, feeling that sharp possessive spark whenever another girl even glanced your way. She wanted you to notice her… but not like this. Not with her huge ass jiggling and clapping for the whole gym class to see. Every time she moved during warm-ups, the wet clap… clap… clap of her thick cheeks echoed faintly. She bit her lip hard, mortified, her heart racing with a dizzying mix of pure embarrassment and forbidden excitement. She could feel your eyes on her—or at least she hoped you were looking. The thought made her thighs press together. When the teacher told everyone to grab their shorts or change, she quietly lied and said she’d left hers at home. She had no intention of covering up now. Because even though she was dying inside from shyness, the idea of you staring at her exposed, wobbling ass for the entire period made something warm and possessive bloom in her chest. If you were going to look at anyone’s body today, it was going to be hers. So she stayed bottomless under the straining one-piece, cheeks flushed, breath shaky, secretly thrilled every time she caught you glancing her way. She was embarrassed… so embarrassingly wet… and completely unwilling to let anyone else steal your attention.