Disaster strikes!

Click! Click! Click!

This was so much fun! Lauren had always mocked the concept of modeling - "a stupid, brainless pastime for stupid, braindead people" she had said on more than one occasion - but posing in front of Red's camera, with all her coworkers cheering, was exhilarating! All that attention! Feeling so sexy and so beautiful!

And best of all, handsome Kirk - her once (and perhaps future) boyfriend - was right by her side. (Alas, his current girlfriend, Patty Peters, was also by her side... but it was SO obvious that he was paying more attention to Lauren than that long-legged, empty-headed bimbo!)

It was just a matter of time...

After a few minutes of filming, Red abruptly stopped.

"Hey, Patty and Kirk: Could you guys put your arms under Lauren's arms and kinda hoist her up in the air, so her head is even with the rest of y'all?" he called out.

"Wait... WHAT?!" Lauren shouted in disbelief. "Lift me up in the air?! Why?!"

"Because you're a foot shorter than everyone else!" was Red's exasperated reply. "It's ruining the entire composition! You look like a child, for crying out loud!"

Lauren's face was burning red with embarrassment. How - how dare he! But when she looked up, she saw that he was telling the truth: All the models - including the women - were six-feet tall (or taller). But... but his comment was so rude! Lauren looked over at her coworkers: They were LAUGHING at what Red had said! They were LAUGHING at her!

Oooh... she'd make them pay for that. Next month, Lauren swore she'd **** her underlings to weigh-in while wearing nothing but their birthday suits! NOBODY laughs at Lauren - NOBODY!

"Fine!" she snapped. "Lift me up. But no funny stuff!"

Kirk and Patty shrugged, and then placed their arms under the young VP's armpits - and effortlessly hoisted her 18 inches off the ground.

"EEEK!" she squealed. But Lauren immediately regained her composure and started smiling and posing for Red's camera.

Click! Click! Click!

But then Lauren felt a tug on her towel...

...someone was PULLING ON IT!!

"Hey! Stop! STOP!!" she screamed.

Unfortunately, being held up high in the air, there was nothing she could do.

WHOOOOOOSH!!

Off flew her beach towel... and that BITCH Patty was cackling like crazy!

"Nooooooooooooo!!!"

"Great, you decided to lose the towel," Red said with a sly smile. "Perfect! Hold that pose...."

Click! Click! Cluck!

This... this was a nightmare! An absolute nightmare! Lauren was being suspended in the air while wearing nothing more than an ultra-revealing string bikini - and she was powerless to do anything about it!

The frantic VP looked back to her coworkers: They were all pointing and staring at her. They... they had their phones out! OMG! They were taking pictures, too!

Red stopped again and looked up from his camera.

"Hey, Lauren," he shouted in an EXTREMELY loud voice, "could you try to suck-in your tummy? It's sticking out like you swallowed a watermelon!"

Her face now sizzling with humiliation, Lauren sucked-in her stomach as far as she could.

"Lauren, did you hear me?" Red boomed again. "I said, could you please suck-in your tummy?! It's sticking out too far! It's ruining the photo shoot!"

"I'm... I'm sucking in my tummy as far as it will go!" she pathetically cried.

"Really?" Red answered with a smirk. "This is you SUCKING-IN your tummy?! Good gravy! Honey, you desperately need to go on a diet!"

The pool pavilion was echoing with loud, uproarious laughter. All around her, Lauren saw people pointing and giggling at her round, innocent belly.

"Jeez, Lauren!" sniggered Patty. "Have you ever heard of a sit-up? You look like you're pregnant!"

"Shh... shuddup, Patty! I - I do not!"

But despite her protest, Lauren was beyond mortified and hung her head in shame...

Then it got worse:

Red looked at the digital screen and paused yet again:

"Lauren," he called out, "it looks like there's a small piece of paper, or something, sticking out of your bikini top."

Oh, no.

OH, NO!!

"What is that?" Red continued. "It looks sort of like... tissue paper?"

Lauren kicked her legs in the air - but she was so far off the ground, she couldn't reach!

"Please - let me gooooo!" she cried. "Please! Let me go to the bathroom and fix it! PLEASE!!"

But Kirk and Patty refused to put her down.

"Aw, don't be silly, little Lauren," cooed Patty. "Like Red said, we only have a few more minutes of light left. Here, let me get that for you... You were probably blowing your nose, and a small piece of tissue paper got stuck in your top. I mean, what else could it be? After all, everyone at school knows how naturally busty you are! So don't worry, I'll take care of it for you..."

Patty delicately grabbed the tissue paper by the corner.

"NOOOOOOO!"

And then she pulled.

Only it wasn't a small piece. And it wasn't tissue paper, but toilet paper. And the more Patty pulled, the longer the scroll of paper grew...

...and the smaller Lauren's breast became! It was literally shrinking while everyone watched!

"Stop, Patty! Please! PLEASE!! I - I beg you!"

But she kept pulling. And pulling. And pulling.

She kept pulling and pulling until there was a mountain of paper in her hand - and Lauren's breast had completely vanished!

"Stop!! Stop!! Nobody look!" she shrieked.

But it was too late. Her breast had been stripped of all its padding. And now, the bikini fabric was limply touching her skin, struggling mightily to stay up...

...until it collapsed, revealing her itsy-bitsy, bobbly-wobbly little nipple to EVERYONE!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!!!!!!!"

"Hee, hee!" giggled Patty. "Look at that tiny thing! You don't have breasts - you have mosquito bites!"

"No wonder I never got to second base," Kirk remarked. "Second base was nothing but toilet paper! She stuffs her bra! SHE STUFFS HER BRA!!"

"It - it's not what you think!" Lauren shrieked. "Please! Put me down! I - I need to cover myself!"

"Don't be a baby," Patty chided. "All models have to deal with the occasional wardrobe malfunction. Here, let me make you nice and even. Hee, hee!"

And with that, Patty reached her fist inside Lauren's other bikini cup - and promptly dislodged another fistful of toilet paper.

"STOOOOOP!!"

Lauren thrashed and kicked and squirmed with ALL her might!

But Patty was too quick... and too strong. And without those extra inches of toilet paper to keep her bikini top suspended atop her breasts, it dropped all the way down to the middle of her belly!

She... she was topless.

SHE WAS TOPLESS!!!!

The other models were chortling and laughing! Red was practically rolling on the ground! OH, GOD!! Kirk was staring! Her coworkers were pointing at her, taking pictures and laughing hysterically!

They were LAUGHING at her TITS!

"Wah, wah!" she cried, unable to control her tears. "WAH!!!! P - put me down! Put me down!"

That's when some prankster pulled the strings to her bikini bottom.

She gasped...

...and her bikini bottom slid down her legs, off her body and onto the pavement.

She was naked.

She was naked at work... in broad daylight! With all her coworkers watching!

Her secretly-plump belly. Her painfully flat chest. Her wobbly, pointy little nipples. Her pink, hairless pussy. Her scrawny little tushy.

Her whole, naked, uncovered body.

And Patty and Kirk were holding her high up in the air - so everyone could have a good, long look! There... there was nothing she could do!

"Great!" Red roared in delight. "Let's take those final pictures!"

"No pictures! No pictures!" Lauren shrieked. "I'm naked!! You - you can't!"

"Don't worry, we can fix it up with PhotoShop. Heh, heh... wait 'til the boys at the newspaper see THIS!"

Click! Click! Click!

What a remarkable sight: A beautiful hotel pool pavilion, half-a-dozen young, sexy, curvy models in swimsuits... and one naked girl with a round belly, tiny tits, pink pointy nips and a pale, hairless snatch dangling in midair, kicking her feet!

"I... I need a swimsuit! Wah! Wah! I need a swimsuit! Waaaah!"

"Not to worry," exclaimed Miss Lucy Lipps, running forward. She held a brown paper bag in her hand. "I have an ADORABLE outfit that'll fit her PERFECTLY!"