Exposed to the set!

Lauren screamed! She was topless in front of the lowly extras, that damn fool Tom, the spiteful director. Worse of all, the half dozen cameras filming her from multiple angles! She looked down. There, seeming to mock her, her little breasts thrust forward excitedly. The only part that wasn't small, the nipples, jutted out as though begging for attention.

Lauren stood stupidly for a long time. Then she screamed, throwing her hands over her little tits though it was far too late. The secret was out, her private shame. And, she'd never be able to take it back. The crowd roared with laughter.

"Did you see that? She's flat as a board!"

"How is she famous? She's got the body of chubby teen!"

"More like a middle schooler!"

"Look at her pot belly! She's shaped like a pear!"

The crowd laughed and laughed. Adding to Lauren's shame, the perfect stripper stood beside her, with her DD breasts, hourglass figure and tall tan form. Lauren cowered, pale and short, chubby in all the wrong places, makeup frazzled, cupping her little breasts in shame...