Bet on more!

Lauren's lip quivered. She couldn't face the crowd, hanging averting her gaze. Her face was neon pink. Her whole body was bare, with a crowd staring! Not just staring, actively trying to guess her weight, crushing her with judgment and humiliation!

There was a way Lauren at least deserved some of this treatment. She looked down on her nose at all others, and had humiliated many rivals in the past. When she was on top, fully clothed with her padded underwear and secrets hidden, she'd been a tyrant in her community. She'd made enemies of her peers, belittled those below her on the pecking order, and burnt many bridges. Now the consequences of her actions were coming back ten fold, and she was helpless against it.

Exposed, bare and bloated she stood on the podium. While she listened, the crowd of gawkers went on, upping the ante on her situation.

"We need to bet on more!" Vanessa said, having collected thousands of dollars in bets.

"Like what?" Britney asked. The two conversed for a moment. Then, grabbing a marker and a blackboard, they began expanding the betting pool. In addition to guessing Lauren's weight, there was now betting on her height, her bust size, waist and hips. Lauren cringed as the crowd guessed at her most intimate of secrets, which were of course secrets no more!