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Walt quickly takes off your shirt, and starts with your pants. You stop him once more. "I think you're moving a little fast."

"I promise, I'll be done by the time the door opens." He replies, continuing to remove your clothes. Once you're in your underwear, his tone shifts. He suddenly grabs you and flips you onto your stomach. He holds your hands behind your back, and uses your shirt to tie them there.

"What the hell?!" You shout, wiggling uselessly against his movements. He finishes the job, and stands you upright.

"Hailey is my cousin." He says, as he opens the door, and tosses you out into the crowded suite.

The instant light blinds you, and it seems to make you deaf, as the room goes silent at first. Quickly, they process the image of a chubby young woman in a black, strapless, floral print bra and matching thong, and begin laughing. With no way to cover yourself, you panic, Hailey seeing an opportunity, and approaching quickly.

"Well well well, looks like someone was getting a little extra frisky." She says with a smile, slapping your ass. "Cute thong, Brandy! Someone was hoping to show off, and now you got your chance."

The crowd cheers, and begins to snap pictures. You quickly turn around, only to realize the door is shut, and all you're doing is giving them a shot of your ample backside. You spin back around, look of horror plastered across your face.

"Please untie me. I'm sorry." You say.

"Seriously?" she spits "After you showed my naked body to an auditorium full of people, you think you're getting off that easy?"

As if to underscore the point, she reaches behind you, and unclasps your bra. It pops off of your large breasts, and falls to the ground, exposing them to the cheering students. There's really not much you can do, except deal with the humiliation of the people you've been closest to for the last couple months seeing you mostly naked, bound, and helpless.