She refuses

"No," Lauren pitifully and insolently declares. "You... you can't have it."

"Is that so?" Carla smugly asks as she rests her hands on her hips.

"I need this," Lauren responds as she slowly steps backwards towards the corner of the room, her bare feet slapping loudly on the tile.

Her hands possessively cover her (still covered) boobs and crotch, as if that will some how shield her body suit from what is about to come.

Pam and Carla just look at each other and roll their eyes.

"Well I guess we'll just skip it then..." Pam says as she and Carla look at each other.

Lauren sighs in relief, **** and foolish enough to believe their obvious lie, and let's her guard down.

That moment is all it takes for the repo women to make their move.

Carla goes for Lauren's legs, making the frazzled woman lose her balance, while Pam grabs her wrists and eases her to the floor.

Lauren whimpers and squeals as she tries to struggle free, but Pam and Carla are bigger and stronger than the small, flabby, weak woman and soon they are looking for the suit's zippers.

"S-stop! Lemme go! Get off!" Lauren protests as she hears the first of several zippers groan and feels the pressure easing from around her chest and belly.

"Oh wow, this thing really does work wonders," Pam gasps as she starts to peel the restrictive garment off of Lauren.

Lauren's face turns bright red as she feels cool air blow across more of her now bare skin.

It starts at her shoulders but slowly creeps downward toward her soft, expansive, jiggly belly.

"Damn girl!" Pam chuckles as she takes a hold of Lauren's now completely exposed fish-belly-white tummy and jiggles it. "No wonder you wanted to wear something like this!"

Lauren is filled with rage and wants to snap back at Pam, but the feeling of the black woman's hands on her hitherto untouched and super-sensitive skin, starts to make her feel something else.

Oh no...

Lauren thinks as her body starts to tremble and the look on her face transforms from indignant rage to... uncontrollable joy?

Poor Lauren has always been ticklish, especially along her tummy and flanks, but she has never hated that more about herself than she does in this moment.

"P-pl-hehehehe please l-let hehehhehehe... s-stop!" Lauren laughs as her whole chunky, pale, sweat-covered body trembles and shakes.

"Oh... someone's ticklish!" Pam declares as Carla yanks Lauren's body suit down her ample, meaty, jean-destroying hips and ass.

The suit is down to Lauren's knees now as Pam aggressively expands her tickle attack on Lauren.

Lauren shuts her eyes tight and arches back, bucking her hips and flopping like a fish out of water as she tries to escape the black woman's merciless, yet delicate touches.

"P-please HEHEHeHRHEHE!" Lauren's begs in-between bouts of undignified laughter that reminds one of a donkey's excited braying.

The suit is completely off Lauren now, leaving her in just her sweat-drenched bra and panties. Her pale white skin glistens in the light, giving her an unintentionally erotic sheen under the florescent lighting.

Both of the silky, designer garments are completely soaked through, leaving them semi-transparent, and making it obvious Lauren is stuffing her bra (despite all the pounds she has packed on during the pandemic, the only part of her that didn't expand was her petite little bust).

Carla tosses the body suit over her shoulder and into the increasingly large pile of confiscated material sitting behind them.

"Get the rest!" Pam orders as she continues tickling Lauren.

"I'm trying!" Carla protests. "Get her on to her side!"

Since she's now free of the suit, Lauren's fat, stumpy, sweaty, slippery, and surprisingly smooth legs are now able to kick about wildly. They almost hit Carla in the face a couple of times but the white girl always manages to avoid the blow.

Pam and Carla roll the laughing, panting, wheezing, writhing woman onto her side, stopping their efforts intermittently to renew their tickle attack and keep Lauren off-balance.

"I... HEheheHe! I... Hohoooohoo! I'm gonna..." Lauren babbles incoherently as Pam unclasps her bra, causing Lauren's expensive breast forms to flop free as the garment shakes loose.

"Get the panties!" Pam orders as she pulls Lauren's bra off of her, revealing her tiny little tits with their hard, excited pencil-eraser nipples.

Carla nods, hooking her fingers into the garment's waistband before pulling them off Lauren in a single fluid motion.

She gasps herself when she gets a face full of Lauren's completely exposed, pink, flushed, and completely smooth pussy.

It was the only part of her body she had bothered to keep grooming during the pandemic. Lauren had told herself it was because it made her look hot, but really it was because she loved to play with her eager, needy, little box everyday in the shower.

"Keep her busy!" Pam orders as she scoops up Lauren's falsies.

Carla nods, focusing on the soles of Lauren's feet.

The fat, sweaty, penniless, and now-completely naked Lauren screams and wheezes as she tries to get a word out one last time, but it proves too hard for her.

"Hehehe n-o... if hoooohoohoo I'm..." Lauren gasps as she feels herself losing the last of her control... down there.

She's laughing so hard, she's going to pee!