Not a scrap

The woman laughs and steps out of the way as Lauren clumsily slips on the grass and tumbles forward, landing face down with her magnificent, meaty ass up in the air for all to see.

The crowd bursts into laughter as they watch that bountiful booty jiggle like a plate of Jell-O (with more than a fair share of the women present seething with jealousy at such a sight).

Lauren moans and slowly struggles to her wobbly, stubby feet.

"D-don't take anything..." she weakly pleads and whimpers, but her pitiful begging falls on deaf ears.

Everywhere Lauren looks, she sees her greedy neighbors plundering and pillaging her possessions. Electronics, furniture, books, clothing, jewelry, even silverware are all be carted off by the handful.

"S-stop!" Lauren cries out as she dizzily totters towards one women scooping up the last of her designer dresses. "Those are miiiiiiiine!"

But as Lauren lunges towards her, she's too late, and the woman is gleefully giggling at her find. To make matters worse, three other neighbors eagerly take the chance to snag her stereo system, fine china, and her favorite chair while little Lauren is distracted.

Lauren is in full-on-panic mode now, hyperventilating as her face turns as red as a tomato, and her whole body starts to sweat in fear as much as from physical exertion. Her heart is pounding in her flat chest, and the tears are flowing freely down her dirt-smeared face now.

They're taking everything!

Lauren rushes across to the other side of her rapidly diminishing pile of possessions, and enters a weak tug-of-war with the woman looting her lingerie.

"S-stop! I need these!" The naked woman cries as she rips a fine pair of silk panties. The abrupt ripping sends Lauren flying back onto her bountiful booty, causing her whole soft body, especially her belly, to shake and bounce in the process.

The naked, ****, short, trembling Lauren just looks on in numb terror as she sees the last of her things being picked over and hauled away.

Finally she sees two women opening a very special and ornate wooden box.

"No..." Lauren cries as she realizes what it is. "Oh no. Not that! Let me at least keep those!" She wails as she crawls towards the two hags. "P-please! Those are custom-made! They wouldn't even do you any good!"

The two looters look over at the pathetic, crawling Lauren as they pull out her most precious possession and her greatest secret shame. They've got her breast pads!

"Lauren stuffs her bra!" Sniggers the fatter of the two, a dumpy redhead about the same age as Lauren. "I knew it!

"I mean, it's obvious," snorts the other, a scrawny brunette. "Just look at her! She's as flat as a board!"

"P-please..." whimpers Lauren as she keeps moving towards them. "Let me have those..."

The redhead's eyes narrow as she remembers all the times Lauren blared music from her apartment and kept her up. "No..."

Lauren chokes back a sob.

"I dunno..." says the brunette as she takes a few steps back from her friend. "I think she can have them..."

"Oh thank you!" Lauren shouts with joy. She's never been so happy to get so little in her life. She stands up and walks towards the women.

"...But only if she can catch them!" The brunette declares as she moves to the other side of Lauren and tosses the pad well over Lauren's head. "Keep away!"

The redhead laughs as she catches the pad and starts running away from her naked victim.