Polympics

A large crowd gathered for what had the potential to be the sporting event of the Summer. The Weystone Youth Centre's Olympic day promised fun, excitement and the chance to help support a local institution (according to the posters). Polly had signed up straight away, and was now waiting on the centre's sports field with the other athletes for the event to begin. Having avoided sports as much as possible, ever since she was 17 and had experienced critical lycra-failure during the county rhythmic gymnastics competition, Polly had struggled to find a suitable outfit in her wardrobe, but settled for a pair of burgundy button-up shorts and a stripy t-shirt. Now, looking at the next nearest athlete, a blonde girl called Sam who was decked out in proper high-tech clingy sports clothing, Polly wondered if she had underestimated her competition. Although Sam seemed a bit over-keen for the crowd of a couple of dozen, half of them children from the youth centre, and most of them talking among themselves or reading the paper.
The crowd went silent as Miss Nicker, known affectionately to the kids at the centre as either "Miss Tickle" or "Miss Knickers", jogged in. She was a cute but not overtly sexy woman in her late twenties, with curly mousy hair and thin-rimmed spectacles. For this occasion, she had gone all-out with an ancient Greek-style white toga and a laurel wreath, and the effect was only slightly spoiled by her running shoes. She carried a torch made of a painted cardboard tube with orange and yellow tissue paper flames, and after a couple of laps of the field she made her way to the "Olympic Flame"- a larger version of her cardboard and tissue torch, with a wind machine set underneath to move the flames.
Miss Nicker stood by the flame, holding her torch, and waited for something to happen. Her face flushed as nothing did, the wind machine failed to start and the flame remained flat.
For lack of any better ideas, Miss Nicker gave the machine a kick.
WWWHHHIIIRRRRRRRiiiiipppp!!!!
The machine started up, sending tissue flames majestically skywards. Unfortunately, no one was looking at this as Miss Nicker's toga had caught in the machine and as it came to life, she got spun around and her toga was ripped from her body. She finally stopped spinning, laurel wreath bedraggled and glasses askew, and wearing nothing but her frilly pink bikini briefs, with an all-too-obvious "Primark" label sticking out above her firm buttocks.
"Miss Knickers! Miss Knickers!" The children laughed and chanted, as Miss Nicker ran off to change.

The event then got underway with the first event- welly throwing. The athletes lined up, and were each issued one green wellington boot. Polly watched Sam, to her left, hefting the boot in each hand and guaging the exact angle of her throw. Then she turned to her right, where Camilla was busier tugging at her clothes to make herself comfortable. The blonde girl apparently had as much trouble as Polly in finding practical sportswear, but along with small black shorts had unwisely gone for a sleeveless white cotton blouse, which appeared quite too small, and threatened to burst under the pressure from her breasts.
Sam threw her welly- predictably, it soared through the air, easily setting a benchmark no one else would match. Polly went next, but her throw was hampered by feeling her backside beginning to squeeze out the top of her shorts, and as soon as the welly left her hand, she had to yank the waistband up to make herself decent again.
Camilla was up next- she visibly gulped as she lifted her arm and her buttons strained. She flung the boot- POP! Her buttons burst as one, spilling forth her breasts, clad in a light blue bra. Unfortunately, the bra was front-fastening, and almost as tight as the blouse had been. The catch snapped, and Camilla had to grab at her breasts to prevent them being fully exposed. As the crowd burst out laughing, Camilla ran off the way Miss Nicker had gone, looking for a replacement top.

The next event to test the girls was the long jump. Rachel, who had been fourth and last in the welly-throwing but gone almost unnoticed as she had no problems with her clothing, was up first. As she ran and jumped onto a foam mattress in lieu of a sandpit, her hair elastic fell off and her brunette hair whipped free, but otherwise her clothing was loose and well-made, and although she managed a good distance it was quite boring.
Camilla was still missing, searching for a top, so Polly took a turn. Her shorts tugged at her in a worrying way but they held, and she managed to jump just over half as far as Rachel. She consoled herself that there was no way either of them would beat Sam anyway.
Sam's outfit was designed to be sleek, lightweight and wind-resistant. She flew down the short track, soared into the air like she was filming an Adidas commercial, and managed a good distance and perfect landing. It was somewhat spoiled for her by her lycra shorts suddenly failing her, the back seam exploding open and revealing a light grey thong.
"Oh, no!" Sam got up, shocked, feeling the rip. "But, these shorts cost me £300! They're based on NASA technology!"
"So's dust tape, dear." Miss Nicker, now in a tracksuit, replied, "Speaking of which..." She pulled out a roll, and helped Sam to tape the seam shut again.

Camilla, now wearing a child-size Piglet t-shirt, rejoined the girls as they lined up for the next event, where they were each given a spoon and an egg. As they were put under starter's orders, Polly couldn't help but notice there seemed to be a lot more cameras evident in the crowd than there had been when this event started. Also, the seats now seemed all full, and a few people were standing at the back and sides.
"On your marks... Get set... Go!" Miss Nicker announced, and the girls set off. Sam surprisingly trailed behind, and Polly realised the duct tape was sticking to her backside and making it more difficult for her to run. Camilla also fell back, her bra-less chest inhibiting her movement, making it a two-horse race.
Polly suddenly began to get the sense she could win this. The egg and spoon race had always been her best event at school sports days, even in secondary school when she had accidentally brought her old kit instead of her current one, and one misstep had led to her flashing her Barbie knickers at the entire school. She knew she could beat Rachel.
But her overconfidence was to be her downfall, as she began taking longer strides she heard a POP! And suddenly her shorts were round her ankles, and she hit the grass.
Polly looked up, and saw Rachel crossing the line. She knew Sam and Camilla were close behind, so she scrambled to her feet, aware of the many cameras in the crowd pointed at her light blue knickers with cartoon penguins. She tugged her shorts up.
RRRRIIIIPPPP!!!
Polly felt her shorts get draughty as the back tore wide open. Trying to ignore this, and her own burning embrassment, she grabbed her egg and spoon from where they lay on the ground, and managed to cross the line in second place.
Miss Nicker approached with her duct tape.
"All right, let's get you patched up." Polly dutifully presented her bottom, but after looking at it for a few seconds, Miss Nicker put the tape back in her pocket. "Actually, I think the hole's too big to tape up, sorry. Maybe we have something indoors you can wear, but I'm not sure anything we have will fit."

Polly sighed, and resigned herself to spending the afternoon flashing her underwear as the next event was set up- fencing. Two foam swords were provided, the girls were paired off, and hits against their opponent would be tallied to give a score.
Polly was against Rachel, and found her movement to be a lot easier now her shorts were torn, but still found herself beaten 5-3.
Sam went up against Camilla next, but both of them were wary of anything more than light prods with the foam weapons. With the time ticking down, Sam saw her hopes for a victory slipping away, and got desperate. She feinted high, and as Camilla raised her sword to block, swung low. Without the girls realising, the foam had begun to slip from Sam's sword, revealing a metal rod inside. This rod now poked out and caught the waistband of Camilla's shorts, cutting straight through. With a FLUMP! the shorts dropped to her feet.
"Eek!" Camilla looked down at her blue and red tartan knickers. She covered the tartan front with both hands, apparently forgetting that the back was a thin gauze material which framed and showed off her bottom completely. "I surrender!"

Although they would all have rather left with what little dignity they had, all four girls were persuaded to take part in the final event- the obstacle course. So, wearing what remained of their clothes, they lined up and Miss Nicker started them off.
Camilla surprisingly shot into the lead, possibly keen to get the day over with. But as she crawled through the pipe that was the first obstacle, a ripping sound echoed out from it, and she came out without t-shirt or shorts.
Sam overtook her, jumping onto the balance beam. She skillfully strode along it, but as she jumped off the end her duct tape flapped loose, and stuck one end to the beam. Sam ran to the next obstacle, and the duct tape stretched for a moment between beam and shorts, before with a loud tearing, Sam's shorts left her body.
Polly used the distraction to race past Sam, onto a plastic slide. She took the steps in one quick movement, jumped onto the chute, then pushed herself off.
RRRRIIIPPPP!!!
Polly's t-shirt snagged at the top of the slide, and as she flew down it, her t-shirt stayed put.
Polly and Sam reached the next obstacle at the same time- a large net, staked down for them to crawl under. They looked at each other, and dived in.
Polly made it halfway, but suddenly found herself held back- the rope of the net was fraying, and had somehow snagged on the back of her knickers. Polly paused, unwilling to risk having the seat of her underwear torn off. Looking over, she expected Sam to be out, but she was having a similar problem, having snagged her t-shirt. Both girls froze, uncertain what to do.
They were then very surprised to look round and see Rachel sprinting through the finishing tape.

A makeshift podium was set up, and as she stood on the second place, Polly noticed that the crowd watching the event was at least triple the size it had been at the beginning, and mostly male. Word must have gotten around.
Sam shared the third place with Camilla, who was wearing nothing but her knickers and covering her chest with both arms as the male centre administrator put a medal round her neck. Still, he put his hand out to shake and it took a stern look from Camilla to convince him her hands were staying where they were.
Polly bent to receive her silver medal, a draught reminding her that she had lost some of her knickers seat to free herself from the net.
"And in first place," the administrator came to Rachel, on the tall middle podium, "for winning with skill and... Ahem... Dignity." He placed the medal on her neck, Rachel beamed with pride and her chest puffed out.
RIP! A vertical split opened down the front of her t-shirt.
PING! Her shorts elastic snapped and they dropped to the ground.
Rachel bent to grab her shorts, and RIP! went her knickers. Her t-shirt fell forward over her head, she straightened up as it fell off her. Her bra clasp snapped and her knicker elastic failed, and Rachel suddenly found herself stark naked. Once again, the cameras appeared from the crowd.
Meanwhile, inside, the person working the music centre was unaware of what was transpiring. He put in a Queen CD, intending to select track 3, to play "We Are The Champions" over the medal ceremony. However, he accidentally selected track 4 and the girls blushed as, standing in the tattered remains of their clothes, they were blasted with "Fat-Bottomed Girls Make the Rockin' World Go Round"!
And as the day came to an end, Miss Nicker returned to the flame. She bent to turn off the wind machine, trying to remember the instructions she had been given on its operation. But she did not know that there had been a change, and this was not the wind machine the salesman had shown her. So instead of turning it off, she turned it on full blast.
A hurricane-force wind tore at her, and her tracksuit did not stand a chance. It was ripped off her body and flung into a tree. Miss Nicker stood blushing and shivering, once more in nothing but her pink Primark panties.