By , If Necessary

Lauren basked in the admiring glances of the boys for a few moments, her hands on her hips. They were given a glimpse of her full bush, but from an angle that still concealed her bony butt. With her confident posture and thrusting melons, so recently restored, her air of superiority was overwhelming.

"Well, come, come! I haven't got all day."

"Pwease...err...Please Lauren."

"STRIP!"

May fumbled with her belt buckle first, "Fine, bitch,", she added, under her breath.

"What was that?", Lauren glared contentedly.

"Nothing, nothing!"

May tugged down the tight jeans, exposing some previously unseen faults.

"You fucking hypocrite, you have the gall to make fun of my undies?!"

It was true, May's underwear were...well...a total disaster.

Obvious scratches and nail marks from her overeager hands had left jagged rips up and down her slit, from which ragged, mismatched, and even prematurely greying pubic hair poured out!

The garment had obviously been the absolute cheapest one could find. It probably came from a thrift shop, and if from any actual retailer, a bargain basement during a fire sale. Frayed and threadbare, white, with the exception of pink, blue, and yellow flowers that danced juvenilely across the exceedingly cheap looking fabric. It was a complete contrast to the expensive and flashy designer skinny jeans that were now inside out at the bottom of May’s legs.

And what legs they were!

Freed from the confines of her premium denim girdling, her thunderous thighs billowed out freely, meeting just under the gusset of her dimestore undies. The Wednesday worked out in pink needlepoint over her bulging bush, didn’t even match the current day.

The deep and blush and low moans let out as soon as the zipper had been undone only grew, along with a humiliating wet patch on the soiled gusset or her discount undies.

"Oh my God, Lauren gasped in shock, if you like it this much why don’t you become a lingerie model for the salvation army? They’ll just need and extra big maxi to soak up your love juice". The smell of her feminine excitement reinforced this undeniable fact: that May not only had a deep fetish for humiliation, but a hair trigger libido to boot!

"I...I didn't know anybody would see me in my undies!", she placed one hand over the splotch, letting out a loud squish that seeme

"Didn't your mother tell you, always wear fine underwear in case of emergency?"

The boys snickered, and May blushed more fiercely.

In her determination to get this over with as quickly as possible she plopped down on her thread bare, sub-Wal-mart pantied rear and went to work getting her jeans off over her still shod feet.

"I know you have the panty choices of a slow six year old, but do you have the brains of one too, and was she glad to get rid of both? Don't you know how to take off your own shoes? Here, let me help."

"Lauren, no, stop! You don't need them, your shoes aren't in the wash!"

"What the Hell's the matter? You can air your most undignified and intimate unmentionables to the unwilling eyes of all and sundry, but you won't show off your socks?"

"Just stop Lauren, you don't understand, I said STOOOOO-", it was the sound of a loud plopping "OOOOP" from her shoe removal that finished the sentence for her.

Immediately, everyone became intimately aware of why she was so hesitant to reveal her feet.

For one, her socks were no better than her panties for tacky, cheapness, and while the design was different, thick wool in solid pink with white bunnies sprinkled about, but it was just as silly.

But the worst part of all was their size!

The feet were gargantuan, true foot-longs!

Lauren stared, dumbly, as the assembled party did, first at the enormous monstrosity of a foot now revealed wrapped in a whole sheep of wool, but then at the strange shoe she held in her hand. It looked normal enough. Definitely not like the size 22 it certainly had to be.

And then Lauren held her nose and peered inside, closely.

First, Lauren pulled out, tauntingly, waving it in front of everyone's eyes, a jumbo sized odor eater.

Then plenty of wadding, ripping the shoe apart. She removed the other off the stunned and stammering May and presented her findings.

"Take a look at this! She's got lifts inside of here! They angle her foot down so much she can shave off a couple inches in length, but then where does all that extra height go?"

Lauren gazed down and smiled, grabbing her rival by her hands she yanked her up to her big feet with surprising ease.

Lauren may have been diminutive, but May was positively pint-sized! Definitely under five foot, stubby legged, it only made her big feet stand out more, giving her body a ridiculous L shape.

"Alright, Olive Oil, off with the shirt. Don't worry, I won't make you doff all your duds." Lauren smirked, pausing for emphasis, "After all, what could be more embarrassing than those undies!”

Looking down in resignation, May pulled off her silk blouse and handed it to Lauren.

After everything May had it exposed, we can excuse her for forgetting her final humiliation, until it was too late.

Underneath she had uncovered her equally ludicrous brassier. Obviously a Chinese knockoff of the Carebears holding up balloons, along with Barnie and some generic muppets who flanked her cups.

Pulling her blouse off threw her now disheveled hair in her face, completing her look of the most immature girl on Earth that not even a jr high schooler would consider sophisticated enough.

Lauren guffawed. Even Danny, who had eagerly courted her and chivalrously put up with her flaws, not wanting to have wasted so much romantic energy, couldn’t help but gawk from her cartoon undies to her giant feet and let out a laugh!

There May stood, knocked kneed and pigeon toed, shivering in the cheapest, silliest rags like a sniveling schoolgirl.

"This has been a very nice visit and all, but I think it's time you take your leave, May, you're starting to stink up the joint."