No!

Rajni got up to her hands and knees, only to receive a kick from Jess that sent her sprawling face-first into the mud again. This time, she turned around, facing Jess and the crowd, to get to her feet. this allowed the people mocking her and taking her photo a better view of her muddy face and the filthy front of her dress. She wiped some of the mud from around her eyes and took in all the laughter around her.

Jess had humiliated her. She should have decided she was outmatched and made a hasty exit. But she was enraged to be the laughing stock. So instead, she walked across the mudpit, toward Jess, who was playing to the crowd and gesturing to what she had just done to her. Jess had made the critical mistake of turning her back to Rajni, so she could look at the crowd's enjoyment of her rival's misfortune.

Rajni was able to come right up behind her, where she carefully reached for the zipper of the big girl's skirt. She managed to move the zipper only a few inches before it got stuck, because the fabric was pulled too tight. But that was all she needed. Just as Jess noticed something was wrong with the crowd's reaction, Rajni whipped the skirt down to her knees, revealing some pale, chubby thighs, and a pair of well-worn pink cotton panties.

As Jess turned around with a shriek, Rajni reached in her muddy hair and pulled out two clumps of mud, smearing both handfuls over the bigger girls perfectly made-up face. The audience and their cameras that were so enjoying Rajni being thrown into the mud now got to see Jess lose her skirt, her rather unimpressive choice of undergarments, and, as she turned to face Rajni, a good view of her large, wide backside.

But with the skirt stuck around her calves, the maneuver to turn around was hampered to the point where she almost lost her balance. With her hands rising to her face to protect it from the chunks of mud Rajni was putting on her, she found herself leaning precariously forward, making her enormous backside protrude to the audience. "Those are some thunder thighs!" one voice from the crowd said. "Eeew, look at that cellulite," said another.

Legs bound up with the skirt, Jess struggled not to fall over. Her hands grabbed on to the one nearby thing that offered any purchase. It was Rajni's dress, and it couldn't handle the weight of the very tall and large woman. With a loud tear, it gave way, dropping the big-bottomed girl to her hands and knees. Rajni was left standing over her, in black thigh-high fishnets, frilly pink panties, and no bra covering her perky C-cup breasts. The dress had ensured that her torso had stayed clean when she wound up in the mud, so her clean body contrasted with her muddy face, hair, and arms. With Jess on the floor in front of her, those filming and watching saw an unexpected sight. Peeking out of the sides and top of the frilliest pink panties they had ever seen were thick locks of black hair, that spread in sparser lines around the legholes of the panties, and up to her navel. "She's a hairy one!" came a voice before Rajni put her hands over her crotch. "Nice boobs!" came another voice from somewhere else in the crowd. "Wow, do you think they know what shaving is where she's from," a catty female voice of indeterminate origin said loudly. "I was born here, you idiot!" she replied, looking in vain for who had said that.

Rajni wasn't prepared for this sort of attention. Even if she were able to get through the crowd without someone trying to take the only articles of clothing she had left, she'd be a laughing stock for months to come. She had to DO something.