everything exposed

To everyone's shock, objects began to fly around the room. The ghost was lifting things wildly, appliances and tools flying out of drawers and their assigned places. The objects spiraled around Lauren, the center piece of the ghosts fetish and attention. She squealed, eyes wild with terror, unsure what was happening.

And then her bra ripped off.

No preamble. No build up. Just Lauren's last adult item of clothing flying from her body. With her bra went a half pound of padding, revealing the meager truth: Lauren barely had breasts. It was all padding. The sad truth was two A cups barely worthy of the name. Two tear dropped shaped quivering mounds of pale flesh capped with pink, excited nipples. Not the massive mammaries advertised. Instead two tear drop little swells, laughably small.

And laugh they did. Well, Liz at least. She exploded into laughter at the sight of Lauren's reduced breasts. The men were too shocked to react. That was when the diaper flew off.

Lauren gasped. She was now fully nude, from head to foot. Bound, not even able to cover. Live on air, being streamed out to the world, butt naked!

"AHH!" She screamed, legs tied apart, crotch plainly visible to cameras and crew, breasts shaking with her movement, fully nude and utterly exposed...