She get's working

"Nice ring," Jennette says as she studies the small gold band on Bev's extended finger.

"What?" The confused Bev says, not quite sure what the smaller woman is getting at.

"It's not much, but I suppose it's an okay start," the tax collector says as she gracefully slips the ring off Bev.

"Hey! Whatta you think you're doing?!" The outraged thief says as Jennette grabs Bev's shiny gold belt buck.

"You haven't been paying your taxes," the tiny tyrant declares as the expensive accessory loudly *clicks* and pops open. "So I'm here to correct that!"

Her small, deft hand wraps around the now-freed buckle end and pulls hard.

Bev shrieks in surprise as she goes spinning like a top. Her sandy brown hair shakes loose as her golden hair clip (which she stole from Hilda) flies off. Without its usual support, Bev's modest, but finely made purple cotton skirt tumbles towards the ground, exposing a rather stretched-out, too-small pair of pink, frilly granny panties.

"Oooh-la la!" Jennette giggles as the dizzy thief huffs and puffs, trying to regain her balance. "Talk about rotten cottons!"

Bev looks at the smaller woman in confusion and then looks down, yelping in shame as her hands shoot to cover her exposed underwear.

"What's wrong thunder thighs? Is it laundry day?" Jennette mocks as she struts up to the flustered woman and plucks off her gold earrings.

"H-hey!" Bev stammers as her face burns red. "S-stop that!"

The bigger woman's first instinct is to flee, but her skirt is tangled around her ankles, and as she bends down to pull it back up, the cruel collector strikes again.

"Or what?" Jennette teases as she starts popping buttons on the big woman's blouse.

Bev blushes and squeals as her shirt falls open, exposing her tacky pink bra and the exquisite leather corset she also pilfered from Hilda.

"OOOooo, someone's been sneaking snacks!" Jennette jokes as she eyes her prize. "No wonder you haven't been paying your taxes. You needed the money to hide this!"

The cruel government official deftly grabs the back of Bev's blouse, yanking it off the bigger woman's shoulders and pooling it around her wrists, effectively restraining her hands as Jennette gets to work on bra and corset.

"Staawwwwp!" Bev begs, tears welling in her eyes as her bra is popped off, exposing her big, fat, and very saggy breasts to the world.

"By my count, you still owe the crown 20,000 gold, Miss Hilda Brandt," Jennette says as she unlaces Bev's corset, causing her big fat gut to pop free. "Correction: 19,950 gold."

"W-wait! I-I'm not..." Bev starts blubbering as Jennette's greedy little fingers pluck the belly jewel from her portly pal.

"19,948, Miss Brandt," the tiny tyrant proclaims, relishing every moment of this big, spoiled, rich (she thinks) girl's misery.

"Y-you got the wrong woman!" Bev whines as she struggles to slip free of her shirt. A bead of sweat starts dribbling down her forehead as she feels a finger slip into the waistband of her panties.

"I'm listening..." Jennette says as she slowly starts tugging the undies off her latest prey. She just loves toying with her prey.