Just when Lauren is about to gain the upper hand, all hell breaks loose!

Martha and Steve were furious! They were outraged! Their eyes were blazing!

This so-called "little girl" in diapers (and a pink & yellow Easter dress, with Tweetie Bird embroidered across the front) was revealed to be none other than Lauren - the cock-teasing, domineering, 20-year-old Ice Queen (and not to mention, their boss!) - and she had just utterly humiliated the two of them, forcing Martha and Steve to STRIP while she mocked their bodies! She had laughed at their most intimate body parts! Like a sadist, she had taken great delight in ridiculing ALL their anatomical flaws! She had pushed them to their breaking point... and beyond.

But now?

It was time for payback!

"Stay the fuck away from me!" Lauren shrieked, backing away. "You... you... MUST let me go! You both know I'm an adult! I'm your BOSS, for fuck's sake! You can't hold me here against my will! Open the goddamn door!"

"Oh, I don't see an adult," smiled Martha, adjusting her curly blonde wig and straightening her disheveled clothes. "All I see is a bad little girl who deserves a spanking!"

"A SPANKING?! DON'T YOU DARE!!"

"Yeah," added Steve, "I say we strip the bitch TOTALLY naked and make her dance around for us! Let's see what the great and powerful Lauren looks like when there's nothing left to hide - when every last scrap of her clothing is removed - and get a good, long view of her body! From the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, and EVERYTHING in between! Yeah! Let's see that 'supermodel' figure she likes to brag about in ALL its glory! Oh, I can't wait!"

Lauren's face turned bright red. The blue vein in her forehead began to throb. She started to stumble backwards, searching for a place to hide...

"C'mon over here, little girl!" sang Martha. "I have a tape measure, a scale, a camera and a webcam! It's time for you to show us what you REALLY look like! Hee, hee! Oh, when we're done with you, ALL your secrets will be revealed!"

Lauren's eyes were about to bulge out of her head. She was going to say something when -

**Knock, knock!**

Shit! Someone was at the door!

Martha groaned...

"Dammit! We were so close," cried the girl in the wig. "It's not fair! Lauren always gets away with humiliating us!"

"That's because I'm not a hairy, flabby monkey-girl!" Lauren sneered, folding her arms confidently across her chest. "Now open the fucking door! Open it NOW, you fat, ugly furball! Whoever's there will certainly let me go - and then I'll tell EVERYONE about needle-dick Steve and his bald-headed baboon girlfriend! Ha!!"

"We... we could ignore the knocking," Steve begged. "We must, Martha! WE MUST!! Maybe they'll go away? I - I don't want Lauren telling everyone about my penis-size! PLEASE! My reputation - I'd be ruined!"

Tears were welling in the boy's eyes... he looked so pathetic and weak....

**Knock, knock!**

"I'M IN HERE!!" Lauren screamed. "HELP!! HELP!! CALL THE POLICE!!"

**Knock, knock!**

"We don't have a choice anymore," Martha whimpered. "Just... just open the door, Steve. If we get caught holding her against her will, that's false imprisonment - a major crime. Dammit!! That bitch always escapes at the last minute!"

"That's right - and don't you forget it, Martha the Monkey!" teased Lauren. "NOW TELL YOUR DICKLESS BOYFRIEND TO OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR - OR I'LL STRIP YOU NAKED IN THE HOTEL LOBBY YET AGAIN, STEAL YOUR WIG, AND STICK A BANANA UP YOUR HAIRY ASS!"

"You heard her," Martha sniffled. "Open the door, Steve."

"Yeah! Open the door, needle-dick! And hurry up! I've got a date with a super-cute doctor later tonight... but just 'cause I'm so nice, I'll try to find you some tweezers, so you can locate that micro-cock of yours!"

"Sniff.... y - yes, ma'am," croaked Steve. "Whatever you say, ma'am."

"Wait," Lauren abruptly said.

Steve and Martha turned to her, surprised.

"Take your itsy-bitsy dick out!" Lauren sneered at the lad. "I want to see it one more time. DO IT! Show me that wispy little Tic-Tac! Hee, hee!"

The poor boy wiped away a tear, shifted his weight... and unzipped his pants. But then he paused:

"P - please, ma'am! PLEASE don't make me show you my penis. I - I know it's small... I'm so ashamed! Lauren, I beg you, let's just -"

"NOW!" roared Lauren. "Whip out that teeny-tiny, shrimpy thing you call a cock! Hee, hee!"

"O - okay!" Steve wailed, weeping openly.

Out came his two-inch, reed-thin penis, poking out of his pants like a frightened turtle.

"HA, HA, HA, HA!! LOOK AT THAT NUB!! THERE'S NOTHING THERE!! HA, HA, HA!! THAT'S THE SMALLEST LITTLE DICK I'VE EVER SEEN!! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!"

Steve cradled his head in his hands and wept (and the tip of his baby-sized penis poked slightly out, bobbing up and down). The more he wept, the more his miniature wee-wee wiggled.

"HA, HA, HA!! NOW ZIP-UP YOUR PANTS, PEE-WEE, AND OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! AND STOP FUCKING CRYING!"

"...yes, ma'am. Sniff... PLEASE don't tell anyone - I... I beg you...!"

With his shoulders slumped and his head down, Steve zipped-up, walked over to the door and opened it.

Standing at the threshold was Miss Lucy Lipps.

"Hey, guys," said Miss Lipps, looking as fashionable and sophisticated as always, holding a brown paper bag. She was a graceful middle-aged woman, and always dressed in luxurious clothes and expensive jewelry. Miss Lipps was in her mid-40s, but her poise and elegance attracted the attention of men half her age. Not so long ago, she was the hottest babe at the hotel - but that was before Lauren arrived. "I wanted to check up on.... OH... MY... GOODNESS!! ....LAUREN?!"

Miss Lipps took one look at Lauren in her adorable Easter dress with Tweetie Bird, and burst into hysterical laughter.

"HAHAHAHA!! LOOK AT THE PUNY LITTLE RUNT!! HAHAHAHAHA!! IT - IT'S PERFECT!!"

Lauren's face turned an even deeper shade of red, and all her previous bravado evaporated into the thin hotel air...

"Lucy Lipps!" gasped Lauren. "They're holding me captive! You must tell them to let me go! You MUST!"

"Holding WHO captive? Not Lauren! Everyone knows Lauren is a grownup with big boobs, womanly curves, and expensive clothes. All I see is a flat-chested little schoolgirl who hasn't hit puberty yet! HAHAHAHA!!"

"You - you BITCH! You know it's me! Tell them to let me go! PLEASE!!"

Instead, Miss Lipps turned to Steve and Martha and winked... and just as quickly, Steve and Martha were grinning from ear-to-ear!

Lauren didn't know what to do. She stood there, flustered and overwhelmed. WTF was happening?! Miss Lipps, Steve and Martha - all the pathetic peasants who used to cower in fear of her - these lowly, unimportant underlings - were laughing and pointing. They... they were laughing and pointing at HER! It was such a role-reversal, Lauren was paralyzed.

"That Easter dress! Tweetie Bird! It's priceless!!" Miss Lipps roared. She was laughing so hard, she nearly toppled over. "Martha, did you make her wear that?"

"Nope! She put it on herself! Tee, hee! And it fits her so well!"

"Hahahaha! So much for our big, powerful, 'sexy' boss! This proves it: Without her makeup, high heels and stuffed bra, Lauren is actually a little girl, masquerading as a grownup woman!"

"Stuffed bra!" exclaimed Steve. "She STUFFS HER BRA?!"

Lauren gasped and hid her braless boobies in her arms, crouching as low as she could. Her secret! Her deepest, darkest, most personal secret!

"Holy shit!" chortled Steve.

"So THAT'S what she was doing!" laughed Martha. "She's been stuffing her bra! Is that true, LITTLE Lauren? All this time you've been flaunting your big, beautiful tits and perfect body, you've been stuffing your bra?"

"I... I.... Noooo!"

"Trust me, it's 100 percent true," smiled Miss Lipps. "I got a glimpse of her tiny titties earlier today! She has NOTHING up top! She's not even an A-cup! It was priceless!"

"SHUT UP!! YOU - YOU LIE!!"

"If you think her flat little tits are priceless, check this out!" giggled Martha, skipping over to Lauren.

"Hey! What - what are you doing?!" squealed the red-faced hotel VP. "Get away!! Don't you DARE touch me or -"

But before she could finish her sentence, Martha had grabbed the hem of her Easter dress with both hands... and hoisted it high in the air! All the way to Lauren's armpits!

"AAAAHHHH!! LET GO!! LEGGOOOO!!"

Lauren was struggling with all her might against the bigger, stronger woman, but it was no contest: Martha easily overpowered her. Her spindly, wiry legs were kicking like crazy... but because her dress was lifted so far up, her puffy, crinkly diaper was FULLY exposed to the audience.

"PUT DOWN MY DRESS! PUT DOWN MY DRESS!"

Alas, Martha was so much stronger than her, there was nothing Lauren could do. The Ice Queen's feet were nearly off the floor - and that fluffy Easter dress was almost up to her chin! Only the excess fabric was (mercifully) draped over her tiny little titties. But that didn't stop Lauren from fighting: She was kicking her legs with so much ****, her plump little belly was jiggling like Jello! (And her tiny titties were half-an-inch from being exposed, too.)

"HAHAHA!!" roared Miss Lipps. "IS LAUREN WEARING A DIAPER?!!"

Martha spun her rival around, so Miss Lipps could have a better look.

"SHE IS!! SHE ACTUALLY IS!! A BIG, PUFFY DIAPER!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"And don't overlook that belly on her," added Steve. "Turns out Lauren is a porky little butterball. Oink, oink!"

"STOP IT!! LEGGOOOOOOOO!! PLEEEEEASE!!"

Lauren's legs were kicking so wildly, it almost looked like she was dancing... and the more she kicked, the more her belly heaved and jiggled. (Nonetheless, she kept her arms folded around her chest, battling as hard as she could to keep her titties covered.)

"I... I just can't get over that diaper!" Miss Lipps laughed, wiping away a tear. "Lauren always tries to act so prim and proper - like she's this cultured, glamorous débutant - and she's prancing around the hotel in a diaper! A DIAPER!! Ho, ho, ho! Wait 'til all the other employees hear about THIS!"

"NOOOOOO!!" screamed Lauren. "YOU CAN'T TELL ANYONE!! LET - LET ME GOOOO!!! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!"

"Hey, Steve," Martha called out, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You better make sure widdle Lauren didn't wet herself! C'mon: Take a peak and make sure the fat widdle baby has a clean pair of Pampers!"

"Yeah?"

It took Steve a few seconds to figure out what Martha was saying, but once it registered, he was grinning like a madman and walked right over to his boss.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME, STEVE!! I'M SERIOUS! OR - OR -"

Steve untaped one side of the diaper, causing it to droop sideways down her hips. The upper-half of Lauren's pale vaginal mound was on full display.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

He then slid his hand inside the front of her diaper and palmed her pussy.

"OH, GOD!!" shrieked Lauren. "HE'S TOUCHING ME!! HE'S TOUCHING ME!!"

Steve snickered and wiggled his fingers, exploring her innocent flesh:

"Wow, she's completely hairless! No landing strip, no stubble... nothing at all!"

At first he palmed her soft, puffy skin, exploring her pussy with his hand. His stubby fingers poked around her tender vaginal mound for a bit, and then headed south, tracing all her feminine contours. Then his middle finger wedged itself between Lauren's pussy lips... and he began pressing down on her swollen clitty.

"STEVE!! WHAT... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

But Lauren knew what he was doing: He was FINGERING her! He was fingering her clitty!

Up and down on those delicate nerve-endings...

Lauren's jaw dropped. Her eyes were wide open. White-hot jolts of electricity flooded her loins, and a very specific sensation was growing inside of her...

OH, NO!!

OH GOD, NO!!!

Her body was beginning to betray her...

"Yup!" announced Steve. "She's wet alright! Dripping wet! TOTALLY wet! Ha! Her pussy is practically devouring my finger! It's like a sauna in here! She's so slippery!"

"Ooh, looks like Lauren is a horny little girl!" Martha teased. "Aren't you, you horny little piglet?"

Lauren stopped kicking. She stopped fighting. She stopped blinking. She just stood there, as helpless and lifeless as a ragdoll. All she could do was hyperventilate... as her pussy was caressed and played with by that LOSER, Steve. Her body felt like it was in shackles: She was a prisoner, no longer in control of her own sexuality. It belonged to Steve now.

Then the "tingling" flew into overdrive.

"UNNNNNNHHHHHH!!! I... I... OHHH.... OOOOOOOHH..."

While Steve played her like she was a piano, her pussy suddenly turned on its juices. They were free-flowing like crazy!

N - No!

She could feel her secretions oozing out of her... she couldn't make them stop! She couldn't!! It was awful: Steve was forcing her pussy to lubricate itself!

"Oooooohhhh.... Please.... ohhhhhhh....S - Steve! Noooo..."

The unique sensation of having her pussy stroked and prodded was transporting her brain somewhere distant... back to her bedroom when the lights went out... and the private fantasies she'd pleasure herself to late at night... alone in bed... under the covers...

...the forbidden fantasies she'd NEVER admit to anyone else.

But these fantasies NEVER involved Steve!

"Since she's wet, I guess we gotta remove her diaper!" Steve chortled, untaping the other side with his free hand. "It's time to take it off!"

"NO! NOOOO!! S - STOP! NOT THAT!"

Yes, the touching felt good - and the loss of control felt even better - but Lauren DID NOT want to be stripped naked! Her worst fear in the world was being seen as she actually is... with all her precious illusions swept away...

"RE-TAPE ME! STEVE!! YOU - YOU MUST! PLEASE! BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!"

At first, the diaper didn't move, mostly because Lauren was desperately trying to clamp her thighs together...

...until Martha kicked her feet into a wide-open stance....

"NOOOOO!"

....and almost immediately, Lauren's diaper fell to the floor in a loud THUNK!

She was now bottomless in the babysitting room.

Bottomless!

Oh, she would've given ANYTHING to have been able to cover herself and hide! But she couldn't! Steve's right hand was still firmly gripping her pussy, palming it like it was a basketball - and Martha was still standing behind her, hoisting her Easter dress up to her armpits, locking her in place. (The only part of her body still clothed was the narrow region from her neckline to just below her nips... only a few inches of flesh.) All the rest was on full display...

Lauren couldn't move! She was frozen!

"Hee, hee! What a scrawny little butt!" sniggered the blonde-wigged girl, glancing down at her bottom. "It's true! She's just a shapeless, underdeveloped baby! There's nothing womanly about her at all!"

"No! That - that's not true!" Lauren whimpered. "I'm beautiful! And sexy! And... and..."

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Get over yourself, Lauren!" jeered Miss Lipps. "Without your fancy clothes, stuffing and cosmetics, you're a real-life Cabbage Patch Doll!"

"Hahahaha! She truly is!"

The frazzled VP whipped her head around, staring daggers at the older woman. She wanted to KILL her! But before she could say a word, Steve grabbed her pussy even harder...

"OOOH!! OOOOHHHH!!

Needle-dick Steve tilted her chin so she was **** to gaze up at him.

"S - STEVE!"

She was eyeball to eyeball with the boy, as he gleefully rubbed her hairless, virgin pussy. Christ!! She HATED the idea of Steve touching her... but his hand was the only thing shielding her nudity! Without his hand, her most intimate body part would be fully visible to EVERYONE in the room. In a weird, twisted way, she was grateful to be covered... and despite her revulsion, the rubbing felt SOOOO delicious...

"Uh, oh!" giggled Steve. "The bad little piggy is getting wetter and wetter and WETTER! Oh, my! She's gushing!"

Defeated - at the hands of STEVE, no less - Lauren hung her head in shame... her knees wobbling and her legs trembling, about to collapse...

"Holy smokes!" Steve yelled. She's gushing all over the place! I think she's gonna cum!"

"Is that true, Leaky Lauren?" teased Martha. "Is your naughty little puss-puss gushing all over my handsome boyfriend's hand? You wanna have a widdle cummy-wummy?"

Lauren didn't answer. She didn't have to: Her "personal" juices were free-flowing all over Steve, and her heavy breathing was beginning to be punctuated by loud moans. A puddle was beginning to form on the floor...

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh.... I..... ooooooooooohhhhhh..."

"I didn't heeeeeear you," teased Martha. "Is it true? Say it loud enough for everyone to hear: Are you a leaky little piggy who needs to cum-cum?"

Suddenly, Steve plunged one of his fingers inside her pussy - all the way to the knuckle! It was so sudden and so violent, Lauren didn't have a chance to brace herself. But she was so wet, his finger just slid right in...

Her head jerked up! Her body stiffened! And once again, she was staring that LOSER Steve right in the eye!

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!! STEVE!! STEEEEVE!!! OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGODDDD!!!"

"It IS true! Leaky Lauren likes that!" Martha cooed. "Tee hee! She's clenching her scrawny ass cheeks together! See? She's clenching so tightly, her butt has wrinkles all over it! Such a naughty little girl! I think she needs a spanking!"

**Spank!**

Martha the Monkey gave Lauren's butt a fast, hard slap.

Lauren's mouth dropped open again. The humiliation - it was almost unbearable! She had been stripped bottomless before her enemies! They were calling her a piggy - and mocking her womanhood! A diaper was wrapped around her ankles! Needle-dick Steve was the first person EVER to get to third base with her - pushing her to the edge of climaxing - and he was doing it out in the open, at her place of work!

...And now that bald-headed bitch Martha was giving her a SPANKING on her bare ass!

A thin line of drool escaped her mouth. Her face was bright crimson.

"Spank her again!" Miss Lipps ordered. "Lauren LIKES it! Ha, ha!"

"NOOOOOOO!!!! I DON'T!! I HATE IT!! S - STOP!!"

"Sounds good to me!" said Martha, winding up her arm...

**Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!**

"Wah! OWWW!! Wah! It huuuuuuuurts! WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Martha was having her **** on Lauren by beating the CRAP out of each of her butt cheeks in rapid, one-two secession - and then, on the third spank, swatting her squarely on her ass crack.

Christ!

The pain was horrible, but the humiliation was eviscerating Lauren's soul: She was getting spanked! On her bare little ass! By Martha - a girl younger than her! It was unimaginable: The great and powerful Lauren was getting a bare-assed spanking by one of her employees! Every spank was robbing her of another piece of her dignity...

...And she was soooo close to cumming!

**Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!**

"OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!! WAAAHHH!! WAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

She tried to wiggle free. But Lauren's rump couldn't avoid Martha's hand AT ALL, because Steve was gripping her pussy so tightly. Every slap was landing with ALL its impact...

Oh, God!

Steve was vigorously wiggling his finger in and of her vagina, violating her most private body part. And Lauren was so incredibly wet, the wiggling finger was now making a loud "slooshing" noise every time he plunged in and out!

**Spank! Spank! Spank!**

**Sloosh, sloosh, sloosh!**

Steve took his free hand and wiggled her belly fat - shaking it like she was the Pillsbury Doughboy. "I just can't get over what a porker Lauren is! She's FAT! You couldn't tell when she was wearing clothes, but look at her! She's a fat, shapeless pig!"

"OW!! S - STOP IT!! I - I'M NOT FAT!! I'M NOT, I'M NOT!! I... OWWWW!!"

**Sloosh, sloosh, sloosh!**

"That's because she's not wearing her girdle," Miss Lipps explained.

"STOP TELLING EVERYONE ALL MY SECRETS!" Lauren wailed.

"A girdle?!" Martha snorted. "A stuffed bra AND a girdle?! Hahaha!! Oh, we're certainly learning a lot about you today, Leaky Lauren!"

**Sloosh, sloosh, sloosh!**

"And don't forget about her padded panties!" added Miss Lipps. "You see her bony ass, Martha? That pathetic, underdeveloped rear end? It turns out her nice round butt was the byproduct of foam padding. Ho, ho, ho! She was wearing specially-padded panties! Without that padding, her REAL butt's as scrawny as a toothpick!"

"NOOOOO!!"

"BWAHA!!! HAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! PADDED PANTIES!!!!!!!!!"

Lauren felt herself shrinking in size. Her true body. Her stuffed bra. Her heels. Her girdle. Her padded panties. All her secrets... she had nothing left. Nothing! She was being undressed, unveiled and dismantled in broad daylight.

Everything was being taken away.

"Admit to the world that the legendary, powerful Ice Queen is nothing but a fat, leaky piggy, and a total phony! In fact, I wanna hear you 'oink' for us!" Martha ordered. "Do it! Or I'll spank your ass so hard, you won't be able to sit for a month!"

"NOOOO!! NEVER!! F - FUCK YOU!!"

**Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!**

Lauren bit her lip. Her eyes were now leaky, too... and that asshole Steve kept thrusting his finger in and out of her wet little snatch, leaving her on the verge of an orgasm...

**Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!**

**Sloosh, sloosh, sloosh!**

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She... she just couldn't.

"OKAY, I ADMIT IT!" she wailed. "I'M A LEAKY LITTLE PIGGY AND A TOTAL PHONY! OINK, OINK, OINK! MY NAME IS LAUREN, AND I'M A LEAKY LITTLE PIGGY!! OINK, OINK, OINK!! I WEAR A DIAPER 'CAUSE I'M A SHAPELESS LEAKY PIGGY!! I - I GOT NO BOOBIES!! NO BOOBIES AT ALL!! I'M NOT A WOMAN - I'M A FAT LITTLE GIRL!! OINK, OINK!! WAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

"BWAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!"

The entire room was shaking in deafening laughter.

"Oink again, Leaky Lauren!" Martha demanded. "Louder!"

"OINK, OINK!!! OINK, OINK, OINK, OINK!!!" the piggy sobbed.

"And what are you?" Martha giggled.

"A FAT LITTLE GIRL!"

"A fat little girl... with no what?"

"A FAT LITTLE GIRL WITH NO BOOBIES!!!"

"Oh, my God!" laughed Miss Lipps, holding her sides. "I've GOT to get this on video! Let me get my phone..."

"NOOO!!" shrieked Lauren.

"Shuddup, Leaky Lauren!" Martha ordered. "Start 'oinking' again! Hee, hee! It's music to my ears!"

"Oink, oink, oink!" the bottomless piggy sobbed. "Oink, oink, oink!"

Miss Lipps was searching through her purse for her phone, and for a split-second, Steve stopped thrusting his finger because he was laughing so hard. Martha momentarily loosened her grip...

And that's when Lauren punched Steve in the face - and twisted free from Martha!

"Ow! My nose!" yelled the boy.

Lauren quickly pulled down her Easter dress, grabbed her diaper from the floor, and scampered over to the computer on the corner desk, next to the projector. (Martha used the a.v. system to show Disney movies to the kids they'd babysit at the hotel.)

Martha seemed more amused than concerned:

"Get back here, Leaky Lauren! We need to get our cute widdle piggy on video - for everyone to see! Lift up your dress and show us that sopping wet pussy! In fact, take your dress ALL the way off!"

"NO! Never! I'm in charge now, you hairy monkey!"

"Yeah, how do you figure?" Martha grinned. "You're still our prisoner - and we're not nearly done with you yet! You've got no options!"

"That's what you think! Check out what I uploaded to the company website..."

Lauren hit a few buttons.

"This is a short video I embedded. Nobody knows it's there. Take a close look, Martha!"

Almost immediately, an image appeared on the projector screen:

It was Martha, with her long, curly blonde locks bouncing around her shoulders. She was wearing a sexy, high-end dress that perfectly complimented her curves. Martha appeared angelic and lovely - the epitome of wholesome beauty. There was no volume on the video, so it was impossible to know what was being said.

But Martha didn't look happy...

Next in the video, Martha pulled off her wig, revealing her stubbly, dark crewcut and oversized ears.

Miss Lipps gasped.

Martha then unziped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor.

"Nooo!!!"

Her image was squarely on the projector screen, with her nearly-bald head, big ears... and a white bra and granny panties. Her body was large and lumpy... and quite hirsute. She was also sporting a horrendous farmer's tan...

"Lauren!! What... what have you done?!" the girl squealed. "You... you video taped me?!"

"Keep watching, Ape-Girl!"

The video next showed the nearly-bald girl spinning around, showing off her body, shaking and gyrating. She was practically twirking! Then someone must've said something to her, because Martha nodded and bent over, showing the camera the back of her white panties...

...only there was a stain on her underwear between her butt cheeks. A BROWN stain.

"Looks like I'm not the one who needs a diaper!" Lauren snarled. "Martha leaves skidmarks on her undies! I have proof!"

Martha's eyes were the size of bowling balls. She looked like she was about to pass out.

Next in the video, Martha nodded to another unknown person off-screen, paused for a few seconds... and then unhooked her bra.

Out popped her saggy, droopy tits.

"You laughed at my breasts," Lauren glared. "At least mine don't look like deflated balloons! Ha! Your breasts look like empty garbage bags!"

Martha fell to her knees:

"Lauren! You... you can't show this video to anyone!"

"Wait. It's about to get even better!"

The video then showed Martha wiggling out of her granny panties, sliding them down her hips, past her thighs and onto the floor.

She was totally, 100 percent naked.

Whereas Martha looked so cute in her wig and dres - without them, she was transformed into something different.

Her saggy tits swayed back and forth. Her plump belly hung low. Her super-hairy bush jutted out half-a-foot from her vagina. And her cellulite-addled thunder-thighs made Martha look like a hideous, big-eared troll. Like a naked Shrek!

"Turn it off! PLEASE!! TURN IT OFF!!" cried Martha.

"Oh, the best is yet to come! Hee, hee! Watch!"

Martha squatted down, opening her thighs, and thrusted out her saggy titties - which immediately swung in a semi-circle. Then the volume came on:

"OOOH, OOOH!! ME MARTHA THE MONKEY!!" screamed the naked girl on the screen. "ME A HAIRY MONKEY!!"

She turned around, posing her fat, pimply ass for the camera. Then she bent over, pulling her cheeks wide - giving the viewer an unobstructed view of her hairy, gaping bung hole.

"OOOH, OOOH!! LOOK AT MARTHA THE MONKEY'S HAIRY MONKEY BUTT!!" screamed the video. "ME HAIRY MONKEY!! OOOH, OOOH!!"

Just as quickly, Martha turn back around, showing her naked front to the camera... and danced a ridiculous monkey-dance, swinging her arms (and tits!) like an orangutan.

"ME MONKEY!! OOOH, OOOH!!!"

Martha squatted again and pulled her pussy lips open - displaying a pink sliver between that thick forest of dark pubes. Her belly and titties were bouncing so wildly, they nearly hit her in the face!

"MARTHA THE MONKEY NEEDS A BANANA!! OOOH, OOOH!! PUT A BANANA IN MARTHA THE MONKEY'S PUSSY!! OOOH, OOOH!!"

Then - mercifully - the video ended.

Martha collapsed on the floor, mortified beyond belief.

"You want that video to go public, Martha?" Lauren snickered. "HEE, HEE! Right now it's hosted on a blind-link on the hotel website... but I can easily mail the link to your Dad... your friends... to EVERYONE! I'll make you famous!"

"Noooo!!!" Martha wailed. "I give up. I... I'll do whatever you want! You... you win, Lauren! YOU WIN!"

"How... how could you let Lauren do that to you?!" Miss Lipps asked in disbelief.

"I didn't have a choice!" Martha cried. "Lauren and her gang tormented me! But... but I had no idea I was being filmed!"

"Well, she can't **** me," spat Miss Lipps. "Lauren, delete that link immediately! Or -"

"You're in no position to make demands," laughed Lauren. "Let me show you another video I uploaded..."

She hit a few keys. A new film appeared on the projector screen:

It was Miss Lipps. She was lecturing a room full of new hotel employees.

The older, mature lady gulped. She remembered this day...

"Now, boys and girls - pay attention," Miss Lipps lectured. "This is a fancy establishment. I expect the boys to be gentlemen and for the girl to be ladies. Proper decorum is expected at all times. ...Oh, oops, I dropped my notes..."

Miss Lipps turned her back to the audience and bent over to retrieve her notes from the floor. And that's when some prankster grabbed the back of her long, elegant skirt - and yanked it down to her ankles!

"AIIIEEEE!!!"

Only it wasn't just her skirt that was yanked to her ankles. It was also her pantyhose... and panties.

The mature, sophisticated woman was bottomless.

All the young employees in the classroom burst into laughter.

Miss Lipps stood up quickly - and as she did, her chubby, dimply ass cheeks waved at the audience, vibrating and shaking.

"Her ass is the size of a Buick!" someone yelled.

"AAAHHHH!!" screamed the bottomless woman on the projector screen.

She hastily bent down to pull-up her clothes, jerking up quickly... but her panties, skirt and pantyhose were all tangled together. It was like they were glued to her ankles!

So instead of being able to re-dress herself, Miss Lipps was jerking and yanking while bent over - which succeeded in making her large, pillowy ass-cheeks open and close. Like they were clapping! When they'd open, they'd open ALL the way, offering a clear view of her deep, dark asshole... and when they'd close, they'd SLAP together, sounding like drums!

"Ha, ha! We can see all the way up her raggedy old butt!"

Miss Lipps instinctively spun around to shield her rear end... but of course, this only gave everyone an eyefull of her dark adult bush... which was dotted with curly gray hairs. (And minus her long skirt and panyhose, her thighs and legs were revealed to be pale, doughy, and ripply.) She had the body of a Grandma!

"Nice pussy!" someone shouted.

The shell-shocked woman on the projector screen didn't know what to do! So she turned to her right and attempted to sprint out the door...

...but with all her clothes tangled around her ankles, she tripped, landing on her face.

SPLAT!

As she tried to get up, she inadvertently posed her body in a doggy-style position, letting all the kids see what it looks like to fuck her when she's on all fours: Her ass was open, her pussy was gaping and her meaty thighs were quivering.

"Ow! My face!" the old woman cried, waving her hind-quarters at the camera, rocking back and forth. "Oooh! Oooooh!"

She leaned back while on all fours, spreading all her holes wide open.

That's when the video faded to black.

After watching the image of herself, Miss Lipps collapsed to the floor, next to Martha.

"So you see," gloated Lauren, "I hold all the cards! If you cross me, I will ruin you both! Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am!" wailed Martha and Miss Lipps.

"Good. Now, Lucy - what's in the brown bag?"

"Your... your real clothes, ma'am."

Lauren smiled.

"Excellent! Slide the bag over to me. Now!"

Miss Lipps meekly obeyed.

The triumphant VP pulled out her dress and admired it. But then she frowned.

"Hey! Where's my bra and panties? ...and my girdle?"

"I... I left those in my office, ma'am. I... I was gonna frame them and put them on the wall, for everyone to see."

"Like hell you will. After I get dressed in my REAL clothes, we will go up to your office together and retrieve them. Is that clear?"

"Y... yes, ma'am. You... you win."

"Of course I win! Now turn around! Everyone! Believe me, NONE of you will ever see me naked again!"

Miss Lipps and Martha got back to their feet, standing next to Steve. They meekly turned their backs to Lauren, facing the wall.

The VP quickly peeled off her Easter dress. For a split second, she was completely naked. She shivered, gazing down on her naked body... and looked over to her underlings, to make sure they weren't watching her.

They weren't.

Grinning, Lauren pulled down her REAL dress, covering herself back up.

"Okay, you losers! You can turn back around!"

They turned towards Lauren... but something didn't look right: Yes, she was wearing her real dress... but without her heels, makeup, padded panties or stuffed bra, it didn't look like Lauren. It looked like an imposter...

...like a little girl playing dress-up.

That's when the door swung open again.

It was Mrs. Helmsworth, holding a key.

"Hi, Steve. Hi, Martha. Oh, hi, Lucy. I wanted to see how the little girl's rash is doing... hey, there she is! Hmm... why is the little girl wearing Lauren's clothes?"

"...Huh?"

Lauren was confused. Little girl? Who's a little girl? What the heck did THAT mean?

Miss Lipps thought quickly:

"The naughty little girl stole Lauren's clothes from the locker room! Poor Lauren had to drive back home after the photo shoot in her bikini. We've been trying to get the little girl to give back Lauren's clothes, so we can examine her rash. Can you help us?"

"HEY!" screamed Lauren. "That... that's not true!"

Mrs. Helmsworth stared at her.

"Young lady, take off that dress immediately! We need to examine you!"

"WHAT?!"