Time to go

"God, I can't believe you Lauren." Britney went on, oblivious too, or perhaps because of the distress it was causing Lauren. "You ate all that pizza, all that soda, and then all that cake on top of it? I don't even understand it! You have, like, no restraint! No wonder you're so fat!"

Lauren gasped audibly. No one had ever called her fat. Well, not since she was young. She had been a chubby child, but after a few embarrassing incidents (the worst being her mother pointing out her belly rolls in her first two piece bikini) She'd lost weight. Still, something about her build never let her loose that small belly and her swollen backside. It must have been genetics. So, she'd taken to wearing Spanx or shaping panties. The result had been great, and she finally had the body she'd always wanted.

Until now, that is. Now, she was naked, with her rival calling her fat. Even worse, how could she argue? Her belly was bigger then it had ever been, swollen round and stretched. Her butt was hanging off the bench seat, bare and drooping. She looked down in shame, feeling more exposed and humiliated and ever.

After a brief period of the others talking, the distracted Lauren realized they were talking to her. She looked up.

"Time to go Lauren." Her sister said. she extended a hand. Lauren knew she had to take it or suffer consequences. So, with a pained **** she released her grip on her crotch and grasped Vanessa's hand, exposing all of her clean shaven crotch to the restaurant. She saw Mark's eyes bug out at the sight of her clean shaven womanhood and felt faint. Normally she'd love to have Mark see her pussy, but not like this, anything but this! She blushed and hung her head, waddling after her sister. The last glimpse the restaurant got was of Lauren's very round, very jiggly full moon shaking for them.