Can Lauren survive her coworkers in the playroom?

"WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Lauren's little legs ran as fast as they could - beyond the pool pavilion, beyond all those awful, judgmental eyes - and back into the hotel building. Every single inch of her bare, pink body was trembling; her cute ass cheeks were bouncing up and down, up and down, every time her feet pounded against the pavement.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

The entrance door slammed shut behind her.

Even when she was safely inside, the horrible SHAME of being seen naked like that... IN PUBLIC... her entire body exposed... all her secrets revealed... all those people laughing and pointing... she couldn't stop running.

And she couldn't stop crying.

She sprinted down the hallway at breakneck speed, hurtling over garbage that was left on the floor.

She sprinted right, making a 90 degree turn down the hotel corridor - her tiny little titties wobbling with every single step: Boing, Boing, Boing!

And too her dismay, her tender clitty grew engorged from the cool, air conditioned breeze.

She continued to sprint as fast as her little legs could carry her, until she reached the wooden door that separated her from Steve and Martha, Lauren's two coworkers who were responsible for managing the children's playroom.

Actually, "managing" the playroom would be an overstatement: It was a glorified babysitting job. The hotel offered its guests an in-house playroom as a complementary amenity, so moms & dads could wine & dine at the hotel restaurant and bar (thus increasing food and beverage sales). It was the lowliest, most unpopular hotel work assignment, because there was no adult interaction or opportunities for advancement. Furthermore, because the babysitting service was a complementary amenity, parents rarely tipped.

And that's exactly why she assigned it to Steve and Martha:

Lauren HATED those two nitwits more than anyone else on the planet!

Martha was a super-smart go-getter who skipped three grades and entered college when she was just 16. A modest, kind-hearted religious girl, she still lived with her mother and father (a local pastor), and carried herself with a regal, debonair dignity - like she was a pure, innocent, wholesome Angel, untouched by the ugliness of earth. When Martha turned 18, she applied for a job at the hotel... and immediately made it clear that she wanted Lauren's position as Senior Vice President.

She was pretty, too: A curvy fIgure, a saintly smile, and beautiful, bouncy blonde hair; people aways joked that she should be doing shampoo commercials. Her hair was SO shiny, SO curly and SO simply gorgeous! Wherever she went, people ooed and awed over her golden locks: "Oh, Martha! I love your hair!" "How did your hair get so gorgeous!" "I'd KILL for curly blonde hair like that!" "You're SOOO lucky!"

Lauren noticed all of this.

That's why Lauren left the door wide open when it was time to weigh her:

"Take off your dress shirt and pants, Martha! You look like you've put on quite a few pounds. Hurry up, I haven't got all day."

"Lauren, you know that's not true!" the pretty blonde protested. "You're just giving me a hard time because I threaten you... 'cause we both know I can do your job better than you can! I'm younger, smarter and prettier! So get off your high horse and knock off the silliness! I have important work to do!"

Lauren glowered, stuck out her chest, and put her hands on her hips, trying to look as intimidating as possible:

"You think I'm impressed that you skipped a few grades? Ha! Believe me, I could've skipped plenty of grades, but I was actually POPULAR in high school and enjoyed being there! Now step on that scale, or - or I'll assign you the kiddie playroom for the next 12 months! You'll be spending your evenings cleaning dirty diapers and babysitting spoiled little kids! I - I swear to you, I'll DO it!!"

Lauren hoped she could browbeat the younger girl into submission. After all, EVERYONE was scared of her! But to her surprise, Martha smirked right back, ran her manicured fingers through her curly blonde locks, and laughed in her face:

"Kiss my ass, Lauren! The GM and Mrs. Helmsworth both know how valuable I am. Frankly, I think they like me more than you. So, the answer is NO: I will not demean myself and let you weigh me, bitch! And there's NOTHING you can do about!"

Lauren's face was flushed with rage.

"How DARE YOU speak to me like that! You - you little snot-nosed BRAT! If you don't strip off your clothes and stand on that scale... I'll... I'll... strip you myself!"

Martha tilted back her head and roared with laughter.

"If you lay a finger on me, I'll strip YOU naked, Lauren! And then we'll all get to see YOU naked on the scale! Wouldn't that be fun? Wanna challenge me?"

Lauren gulped.

Martha was younger than her... but taller and bigger - and, she suspected, stronger.

Was she bluffing? Would Martha REALLY hold her down... and strip away her clothes? Oh, God!! What if she did - and saw her secret girdle! And her secret padded bra!

Nooooo!!

For a split-second, Lauren imagined Martha cackling with delight - and laughing hysterically - as she stripped her of her padded bra... and revealed her flat little tits to the world. She imagined Martha standing above her, holding her buttocks-enhancing panties and girdle in her hands, as Lauren cowered naked on the floor, helpless and humiliated... groveling at her feet... exposed for everyone to see.

No...

"Come take a good, close look, everyone!" she imagined Martha boasting. She could picture it as clear as a bell: Martha proudly hovering over her fallen rival, her foot planted on Lauren's pale ass, Lauren's girdle, panties and padded bra in her firm possession - like trophies. And then, Lauren imagined being **** off the ground, lifted her into the air and getting paraded butt-naked through the hallway... in the ultimate walk of shame.

"Here's the tough, powerful Ice Queen! Only instead of icebergs, it turns out she has itty-bitty ice crystals for tits! Get your cameras ready!"

"Not my widdle boobies!" Lauren imagined herself squeal, as she marched naked down the hall, Martha forcing her to flaunt every millimeter of her undersized body... all those people hooting, grabbing and taking pictures:

Click! Click! Click!

Dear God... it was too horrendous to dare contemplate!

Being conquered and upstaged by Miss Perfect Martha the Church Girl - and giving her the satisfaction of knowing that SHE was the one to finally defeat Lauren? She... she couldn't risk it.

Lauren lowered her head in submission.

"Ha! I didn't think so, bitch!" Martha gloated. "Now get out of my way - or next time, I won't let you off the hook!"

She flipped her hair and turned to walk out the door...

...when Lauren grabbed her by the back of her curly blonde locks. It wasn't something she had planned; it just sort of happened. Almost out of instinct.

Martha shrieked.

And when Lauren looked down at her hand, she realized she had Martha's hair in her hand.

...it turned out that the younger girl's beautiful blonde locks was, in fact, a beautiful blonde wig.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!"

Surprised, Lauren looked at Martha again:

OMG!! Her REAL hair was a short, choppy, dark-brown clump of unruly spikes. It wasn't blonde at all... heck, it was barely even hair!

And without those luscious curls on her head, her ears were sticking out! They were huge - like clown ears!

It was the ugliest haircut Lauren had ever seen! She immediately burst into laughter.

And just as immediately, all of Martha's confidence vanished into the thin air.

"My hair!! My beautiful hair!!" she shrieked. "Please -- give me back my hair! Before anyone sees me!"

Lauren cackled with delight... and put the wig in her purse.

"Not 'til you strip and get weighed, you pathetic skank! Ha, ha! You think YOU threaten ME?! With your buzz-cut and Dumbo ears? What a joke!!"

"PLEASE!" Martha begged, her hands futility attempting to hide her brown scalp. "I'm sorry! Please - give me back my wig! PLEASE!!"

Instead, Lauren continued to gawk and stare: It was INCREDIBLE! Without that wig, she was barely even recognizable! Martha was shaking and twitching; her nose was running and the tears were rolling down her cheeks; all the while, she was fighting a losing effort to hide her almost-bald head in her hands!

"Hee, hee!" Lauren giggled. "Yeah, like someone who has her hair cut by a lawnmower could threaten me! Now listen closely... which shouldn't be a problem for you, considering your ears are the size of hubcaps: Take off your clothes! Let's see what OTHER secrets Miss Goody Two-Shoes is hiding!"

The transformation was stunning - and not just what she looked like: Moments before, Martha was Lauren's legitimate archival - a confident, cocky, self-assured rising superstar. She was a beautiful blonde Angel!

Lauren's equal!

And very possibly her successor.

Now, her whole body was trembling. Her face was bright red. Her half-inch-high dark hair made her look like some cheep floozy - or mental patient.

It was breathtaking: She went from a fiery, sexy, golden-haired, whip-smart Princess... into a pathetic, nearly-bald, big-eared laughingstock!

"Oh... okay!" she blubbered, pulling off her long-sleeved dress shirt. "I'll do what you say! Please... have mercy on me! PLEEEEEEASE!!"

Off came her shirt, leaving her in a white, flowered bra... and a larger-than-expected belly hanging over her waistline.

Her tits were big and plump. Plumper than anyone suspected. Impressive!

But when Lauren saw her arms, she realized why she always wore long-sleeves:

"Ha, ha, ha! Look how HAIRY those arms are! Hee, hee! Your arms are so hairy, you look like a Greek sailor!"

"I... I can't help it!" Martha wailed. "My mommy won't let me dye my hair - or shave! She said I'm alergic and it's bad for my skin... and shaving would be a sin! It's how God made me! Sniff... That - that's why I have to wear a wig! PLEEEEEEAAASE don't tell anyone!"

"Hee, hee! You're like a hairy gorilla, or something! Oh, this is TOO perfect! Okay, now take off those pants, Fuzzy-Wuzzy!"

"Y - yes, ma'am! Sniff..."

Within seconds, Martha stepped out of her long, freshly-ironed work pants, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.

And several additional revelations became a matter of public record:

The first was that Martha was more than curvy. She was chunky. All over: Her belly, thighs and entire body. Chunky from head to toe! You couldn't really tell when she was wearing clothes... but when disrobed, it was clear that she had a LOT of junk in her trunk - and everywhere else.

The second revelation was that she was hairy... and those dark, rangly hairs weren't limited to her forearms:

Her pubes jutted out of the sides and top of her panties, sticking out all over the place. She had hairs on her upper thighs and down her legs - plus a line of hairs running down her "happy trail" from the middle of her belly to her crotch.

The third was that she was wearing babyish, little-girl undies with balloons on them.

A large crowd of coworkers were watching from the doorway, flabbergasted by what they were seeing!

"That... that can't be Martha... can it?!" someone ask in amazement. "That fat girl with the big ears and a crew cut?"

"OH, GOD - NOOOOOO!!" the girl shrieked, noticing the crowd of people standing by the doorway. She desperately tried to cover herself! First her body - then her head.

"Put down your arms, MARTHA!" Lauren ordered. "Stop squirming - or I'll lower your baby panties and spank you! Don't test me!"

"Y - yes, ma'am!" she whimpered, dropping her hairy arms to her sides. "Please don't spank me! I'll... I'll be good."

"It is! It is her!" a boy giggled. "Holy smokes, those are the biggest ears I've ever seen!"

"She was such a sexy blonde! Now she's a brown, blubbery furball!" giggled another.

"She used to be so glamorous and sophisticated! I can't believe it! She's actually a plump, hairy, big-eared monkey!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" howled Martha. "I'M NOT A MONKEY! I'M NOT A MONKEY!! I'M A BEAUTIFUL GIRL!!"

Lauren roared with laughter.

"Ha, ha!! That's perfect! A monkey!! Ooh, that's what we'll call you now! For now on, you're 'Martha the Monkey' - HAHAHAHA!!!"

Stripped of all her outer clothes - as well as her beautiful blonde hair - poor Martha stood there in her bra and panties, bawling her eyes out, as she stood flat-footed on the scale... listening to her coworkers chant: "Martha the Monkey! Martha the Monkey! MARTHA THE MONKEY!"

Eventually Martha got her wig and her clothes back, and raced back to the ladies restroom to get dressed... but she had been utterly destroyed as a threat to Lauren. She became the biggest workplace joke!

People grabbed her wig when she walked down the hallway, playing "keep away" while she screamed and cried, trying to grab her hair back.

It now happened at least once a day.

And the other employees - at Lauren's urging, when Mrs. Helmsworth wasn't around - would even **** her to strip out of her clothes, dance around and wiggle her ears as "Martha the Monkey" in her bra and panties, before they'd give her the wig back.

"OOH, OOH, OOH!" Martha would grunt, beating her chest and waving her panty-clad ass in the air, "OOH, OOOOOH!! ME A MONKEY! ME MARTHA THE MONKEY!"

On one occasion, after getting a little tipsy from raiding the hotel's liquor supply, the employees made Martha take off ALL her clothes - including her undies - and prance around the lobby, making monkey noises and scratching her armpits! And they wouldn't let her have her clothes back until she ate the banana they gave her!

"OOH! OOH! ME MARTHA THE MONKEY! OOH! OOH! ME HAVE MONKEY EARS! ME EAT BANANA! OOOOH, OOH!!"

Lauren even put the video of Martha - wigless and TOTALLY naked - dancing around like a monkey on her work computer! It was an amazing spectacle: She danced and grunted and waved her ass like a wild primate in the jungle! Her ample body jiggled and vibrated! Her big tits swung like jungle vines! And best of all, her big, brown, hairy muff was bopping around as much as her belly!

After a few weeks of this, Martha's attitude completely changed: Now, she meekly did what Lauren told her to do and became totally subservient, working exclusively at the hotel playroom. When Lauren came by and made her remove her wig and strip, she did so - no questions asked. When Lauren ordered her to get naked and stand "at attention!" she complied at once.

Even when others were in the room!

She had been so destroyed, in fact, that she was dating Steve - the biggest LOSER in the hotel.

Steve hit on every girl. Constantly! He thought he was a hot, sexy stud. But in reality, he was an acne-addled mess with a reed-thin mustache, greasy hair and an annoying, high-pitched laugh.

He hit on Lauren every day, until she set him straight - in front of everyone - at a meeting that was attended by all the employees:

"Before we end this meeting, let's get something cleared up. Steve. I will never date you."

"Wh... what???" he asked, surprised. He honestly thought that Lauren liked him - and they were flirting with each other!

"You heard me, Steve. Listen closely: I. Will. Never. Date. You. Got it?!"

"But - but..."

"You will never see me naked. Ever. You will never touch my body - and if you ever DREAM of touching my body, you better wake up and apologize! You're a disgusting, hideous freak!"

Lauren loked triumphantly around the room.

"Okay, ladies - raise your hand if any of you find Steve attractive!"

Nobody raised their hand. They just stared and snickered.

"Well, that settles it, Steve. You're an ugly, creepy loser with a needle-dick. So stop hitting on the other girls, and stop embarrassing yourself, because NO ONE finds you even remotely good-looking!"

Poor Steve was so humiliated and so distraught, he actually volunteered to work in the hotel playroom - just to avoid Lauren!

And that's where Steve and Martha met... and fell in love. They were now an item... which Lauren found endlessly amusing: The two biggest losers - the freak and the monkey - together in love!

All of these thoughts... all of these memories flashed past Lauren's mind.

Martha and Steve!

They were inside that room - just behind the wooden door!

And she was standing in the middle of the hallway, without a stitch of clothing on her body! No makeup, no padded bra, no undies, no girdle, no heels... NOTHING!

Naked...

Lauren looked down, at her bare little boobies, rock-hard nipples, bulbous tummy, and pale hairless pussy. Her eyes widened and her knees buckled.

If ANYONE had the motive to get even with her... it was those two.

Oh, Lord... what would they do?

What WOULDN'T they do???

Lauren knew that the playroom was the perfect location for their vengeance to take place: There were never any adults around. They had complete control over EVERYTHING. There was a changing table, rectal thermometers, baby clothes, a paddle, a playpen...

OH, GOD!!!

Suddenly, the wooden door began to creak. THEY WERE OPENING THE DOOR!!

Should Lauren run and hide? Or hope that Steve and Martha don't recognize her?