I will be adding more of his stories over time.
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1978736-The-Dastardly-Downfall-of-Donna-Dixon
That aside, there seems to be many "Donna"s and "Brenda"s being stripped of their padded bras in stories all over the internet. Co-incidence of does it reflect something in real life?
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Donna Dixon strutted her tight, round ass and lithe, sexy
body into the chemical plant lobby. Her makeup was TV-ready and her large
breasts jiggled slightly as she moved. Her two top camera men, one cop
and her beleaguered personal assistant, Glenda, followed two steps
behind. The young TV reporter had a dazzling smile on her beautiful face,
and for good reason: This was the story that would get her to the big time.
A top 10 market. New York City. Los Angeles. Chicago.
Somewhere OUT of this backwoods town!
She was going to be a star.
It wasn't that Donna disliked this town. It was just... small.
A small town for small people.
And her dreams were big. Nothing personal.
Besides, it was perfectly obvious that she was too good for this hick town. Just look at her! It was undeniable:
With her long, curly blonde hair, her firm 36-C's, flawless face, razor-sharp wit and natural elegance, she stood out among the locals like a sore thumb.
A rose among the thorns. A winner surrounded by losers.
She was stunningly beautiful. Amazingly hot. Glamorous and mysterious. Flawless face, big perky tits, a peach of a derrière, and legs that went on and on. The only possible complaint about her body was her height. She was only about 5 foot 2... in heels. Of course, she was always in heels. And she was always dressed like a NY society girl: The most fashionable makeup, designer clothes, perfectly-coifed hair. Donna Dixon was a sensation. The entire town was drooling.
She was NEVER seen without her makeup. No exceptions. She even wore heels and makeup when dashing to the grocery store at 3:00 a.m. A superstar must always be prepared for paparazzi, she reasoned.
Donna Dixon was an instant celebrity from the moment she arrived. Her ratings crushed the competition in less than a month - a fact she bragged endlessly about to anyone who'd listen. She was the total feminine TV package: brains, beauty, swagger and charisma. Men lusted after her, women wanted to be her. The small town had never seen anything like her. And sweet Jesus, was she ever conceited!
She had lots of local enemies. That's what happens when you treat people like stepping stones.
A few of the leading local bachelors - semi-successful businessmen, ex-high school football stars, good-looking young professionals - even scored some dates. But none even got to second base with her. Donna might let them buy her lobster dinner or expensive jewelry, but that's where it would end.
These hicks weren't good enough for her.
Plus, she used her TV celebrity to bully people she didn't like. When a restaurant gave her poor service, she'd show up the next day with a camera, doing a story about "local restaurants that treat people rudely." When a bitchy lawyer's wife made fun of her new dress, she did an hatchet story on the husband's legal partners that cost the firm millions. When a drunkard at a nightclub tried to grab her ass, she accused the owner of "being an accessory to sexual assault" live on the air.
And so on.
Her latest target was Tom Tucker, owner of the big chemical plant. Tom was in his early 30s and had run the plant since his father died. A rugged, serious man with aw-shucks good-looks, he dated Donna.
Briefly.
At first he was excited as hell to be going out with the hottest babe in town! A dream date with Donna Dixon! Everyone was jealous - and the local girls were devastated. But when he met her, he was surprised by how short she was, even in her heels. Her face looked so young! She appeared MUCH older and more serious on TV. And she yapped on and on!! Everything was about her.
Everything.
When the date ended, he found himself in a quick makeout session with her. Turns out Donna was a great kisser. Her hair smelled incredible. But when he reached for her breasts, she smacked him away!
He always wondered why...
After two more dates that ended the same way, Tom did the unthinkable: He dumped Donna.
In public! At a restaurant! With people watching!
Donna was mortified.
The last thing she remembered was standing up and shouting at him: "You're just mad that I never let you have THIS!" she said, pointing at her body. "I swear to you Tom Tucker, you will NEVER get to see me naked! Ever!" She turned around and faced the crowd. "None of you losers will!" And then she stormed out.
NOBODY humiliates Donna Dixon! Not anymore...
...sure, maybe when she was in high school, she had somewhat of a rough time. And there was that one terrible incident when some of the cheerleaders noticed her small, underdeveloped body in the girls' locker room and blindsided her in the showers, stuffing the screaming, pint-sized girl into a pair of Pull-Ups and out into the hallway. On class picture day! It was the single most embarrassing moment of her life. But... that was long ago. Before she became confident! Before she learned how to pad and stuff her clothes! Before she dyed her hair blonde, wore high heels and became a TV star! Now she was invincible!
Tom Tucker was going to PAY!!
Donna Dixon burned the midnight oil, searching for a way to get even. She studied his company's files. She even broke into the plant after-hours to look around.
Then she found it: Tom wasn't storing his sulfuric acid properly. They were in the wrong containers. If a fire broke out, the entire town could go up in flames. Modern day fire and brimstone. Literally EVERY person was in danger!
It was the stuff of Pulitzer gold.
She had it all figured out: She'd surprise Tom at the plant. They'd air the devastating report LIVE. She would show the public the dangerous chemicals. And then the policeman would arrest Tom Tucker while everyone watched.
It was perfect! Hello, New York City, Los Angeles or Chicago!
Little did she know, Tom had a plan, too...
"This is Donna Dixon, live for Channel 5 News!" she announced from the lobby, her hand on her pretty hip. "We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to give you this Channel 5 exclusive! Local businessman Tom Tucker, owner and manager of the Tucker Family Chemical Plant, has been endangering the entire town by not safely storing his chemicals! I, Donna Dixon, have personally uncovered the evidence in a special investigation!"
"What the hell are you doing, Donna! Turn the cameras off!" Tom demanded, storming over. He looked furious!
Little did she know it was just an act...
"There's no getting out of this, Tom Tucker!" she gloated. Oh, this was sweet! "I demand: Show me your storage room, if you have nothing to hide! Our viewers deserve to know the truth!"
"No way," Tom retorted, folding his arms. "Get your runty ass out."
"You don't have a choice," she laughed. "Deputy Lloyd, show him the court order!"
Deputy Lloyd shrugged and handed it to Tom. Tom studdied it intensely. The poor man bowed his head in defeat...
"It's down the hall!" Donna gloated again, motioning to her camera crew. "I know the way."
But before she started walking, she grabbed her assistant Glenda by the arm.
"Ow!" yelped Glenda.
"Whatever happens, don't you DARE turn that camera off!! This is my big break. The cameras stay on!" Donna hissed.
"You're hurting me!" cried Glenda, finally shaking her arm free.
"Leave her alone, Donna!" Tom demanded. Donna briefly wondered why he'd even care about her lowly assistant, then shrugged and marched to the storage room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a court order to open this flimsy plastic container," she breathlessly told the camera. "See how thin the material is? We were all in danger! Now let's see what's inside."
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you..." warned Tom.
"Of course you don't want us to open it, you criminal!" snarled Donna. "Too bad! There's no where left to run! The jig is up!"
And she popped the lid off.
Immediately, a strange mist entered the air. Donna coughed, fanning her face. Looking up, she noticed that Tom, Glenda, Lloyd and the two camera men were wearing gas masks. But... when did they get gas masks?
"Aah!! What is this?" Donna screamed.
"I told you, you don't want to do that," Tom laughed. "That's dihydrate-sulfur-carbonate. Very serious stuff."
"What does it do?" the reporter cried.
"Causes cancer, makes your hair fall out... loss of bladder and bowel control."
"Eek!!" Donna shrieked, trying to shake the mist off her body. "Get it off me! Get it off me!"
"Good idea," Tom agreed. Her pointed to the shower in the corner of the room. There was no shower stall or even a curtain; it was just a shower head over a large metal drain. "All rooms in our plant have emergency showers. We're sticklers for safety at the Tucker Family Chemical Plant."
Donna scurried over to the shower. But then she paused.
She looked nervously over to Tom... who had a big happy grin! She looked over at Glenda, the poor assistant that she bossed around with great glee... and saw she was holding Tom's hand...!
W... what?!
Tom and Glenda then kissed each other on the lips! Donna gasped!
"We've been dating for about a month now," Tom explained. "We're so happy! Glenda told me about your little plot. But don't worry, folks: We're still gonna give you a Channel 5 exclusive: The inside story on Donna Dixon - what the town's biggest bitch looks like naked! Will she look like a Playboy Playmate? Or will we discover that she's all makeup and padding? Let's find out! Hurry up and strip, Donna. You don't have much time until the chemicals bond to your skin and hair!"
Donna began to panic. "D - don't you have a private shower?!"
"Sure I do. But you're forbidden from using it. Your search warrant is only for the storage room. No where else. Now take off your clothes while the whole town watches!"
Donna suddenly noticed that the camera's red lights were still on. "Turn those off!! Please, kill the cameras!!" she screamed.
"Sorry, Miss Dixon," replied Glenda, resting happily in Tom's arms. "You told me to keep the cameras going no matter what. So that's just what we'll do! Now I'd advise you to strip - unless you want to be bald and incontinent on television."
Her eyes burning with hatred, Donna stepped out of her shoes.
Suddenly, she was at least 5 inches shorter.
"Hey, where'd you go?" laughed Deputy Lloyd. The room echoed with giggles.
"How tall are you, Donna?" asked Tom.
"Shut up!!"
"No, I mean it," he went on. "In order to give you the proper amount of antidote, I need to know your height and weight."
Blushing furiously, she reluctantly answered: "I am... I am 5 foot one... er, 4 foot ten, I mean. I... I weigh 98 pounds."
"My God! You're a munchkin!" Tom exclaimed.
Followed by more giggling.
"Don't worry, I'll get the antidote ready. Hurry up and strip."
Her eyes bounced around the room. This was a nightmare! She fumbled for her jacket buttons and then threw it off in disgust. Dammit to hell!! She stood there in her bright red silk shirt, sexy black skirt and dark pantyhose. Having to announce her true height and weight was bad enough... but STRIPPING NAKED?! And showing EVERYTHING?!
"Turn your backs!" she demanded, stomping her small foot on the ground. "You - you're not allowed to watch!"
But nobody listened. And the cameras kept rolling.
"I mean it!!" she cried, now stomping both feet and waving her fists. She looked like a little kid throwing a temper tantrum.
Everyone smiled at her and patiently waited...
Groaning, Donna unbuttoned her shirt. Just a narrow strip of her flesh, and a quick glimpse of her bra was exposed. When she saw everyone staring at her, she shrieked and pulled the shirt together again.
"I'd advise you to pick up the pace, Donna. You're running out of time," Tom smirked.
"Stop it!! I - I'm going as fast as I can!!"
The humiliated TV reporter unzipped her new skirt from the back and pulled it to the ground, revealing a short pair of legs dressed in pantyhose. Trembling, she then slowly pulling her silk shirt off her body as well, sniffling as each of her arms were pulled free. She was now topless, other than her bra. And oddly, her bra was quite large and bulky - not at all sexy, as the men expected.
Something peculiar was around her belly.
"Is that - is that a girdle?!" hooted Glenda. "It is! Ha ha! How long have you had a girdle?"
Donna looked pathetically at the camera. "Not for long! I promise! I just - just gained a little weight over the holidays, that's all! It - it's no big deal!" With her fingers fumbling around, she freed herself from the girdle and tossed it aside.
Her soft belly hung over the edge of her pantyhose!
"Donna Dixon has a beer belly! I never knew!" laughed Tom. "Now hurry up, take off the rest."
Her confidence shattered, Donna pulled off her pantyhose, leg by leg. The TV star awkwardly hopped from foot to foot as she disrobed, like an uncoordinated little kid. She was now just in her bra and panties...
Those were some unusual-looking panties as well. As with her bra, not sexy at all. But very large and very thick. Still, her ass-shape looked nice...
But her legs were short and stubby. Her thighs weren't anything like what Tom had imagined!
"Turn the water on!" Donna cried. "I don't wanna take anything else off! I - I can't! Please! I'll just get washed like this!"
"Doesn't work that way, my potbelly princess. Your skin has to be scrubbed bare to remove the chemicals. Some hair removal may be necessary. Unless you don't mind, you know, getting cancer, being bald and shitting in those silly industrial panties. Take 'em off."
Horrified, Donna pulled down her panties, rolling them past her hips and thighs, being careful to position her arms and hands to hide her pussy from the TV cameras. As she stepped out of them, one of the camera men snatched it and examined it.
"Put that down!!" ordered Donna, her hands over her pussy. "That - that's private!"
"Just wanna see what brand this is, sweetheart. Let's see... the great Donna Dixon's panty brand of choice is... Dr. Linda's Custom-Design Shaping Panties...?"
"Stop it, stop it!!" screamed Donna. My God! The cameras were still running! Everyone was watching!
"Hey, there's more on the inside: 'For providing extra shape and the illusion of sexy curves.' Donna, does that stuff really work?"
"N - no! I mean yes! I mean - that - that - it's not my normal panties!" she whined, still keeping her hands over her pussy.
"Well, turn around. Take off your bra."
Donna sniffled and turned around, giving Tom, Glenda and the rest of the town a direct view of her naked ass!
And all at once, everyone knew:
It all really was her form-fitting panties.
Because without it, her true ass was jiggly.
Flabby.
Pale.
"Guess that answers THAT question!" the camera man laughed. "Shoot, I'm gonna go buy a pair for my old lady! Damn!"
"You're telling me," Glenda added, "look at that chunky thing! Now you see why kissing Miss Dixon's ass took ALL DAY!"
Donna burned with fury... and humiliation.
"The bra, Donna. Take off the bra."
Sobbing, the TV reporter reached to her back and unhooked her bra.
Two large, silicone objects tumbled out from the front.
She nervously dropped the bra to the ground and wrapped her arms around her private parts. Oh, God!! She... she couldn't face them, looking like this!
"Good girl. Now turn around, Donna."
No! No! NO!!! But... what choice did she have? The chemical spray could give her cancer! The deeply embarrassed reporter slowly stood to the crowd - and the cameras.
She was entirely naked. One arm hugged her chest, hiding both tits; the other arm extended down to her pussy, her hand blocking it from view.
"Put your hands on your head, Donna."
Donna refused.
"You heard me. Hands on your head."
"No, Tom!! P - Please don't make me!! Please leave me my - my dignity!"
"No can do, babe. Gotta wash all of you. But don't worry, this might still be an award-winning report: Beauty tricks of the TV stars! Hands on your head!"
Noooooooo!!!!!
But she had no choice. And she knew it.
She put her hands on her head.
For the very first time, everyone got a good, long look at her naked body:
Despite being a curly-haired blonde, her pubes were dark black. And really, REALLY thick. Quite the jungle. Donna Dixon's hips were wide; her legs were short. Her tummy wobbled as she breathed. And her breasts!!
My God....!
It was amazing.
Her tits were...
...small.
Embarrassingly small.
Practically nonexistent.
She was ALL padding and stuffing.
100 percent.
Donna had a pained, crazed look on her face. Tom knew! Now they ALL knew! Her most humiliating secret!
Even her nipples were tiny.
"Wow," exclaimed Tom. "Ain't it amazing what high heels, fake curves and stuffing can do to a girl's appearance?"
"It's remarkable!" declared Deputy Lloyd. "She has no tits at all! I had no idea."
Donna could only stand there naked and be ridiculed.
"Now I know why she didn't want me to touch her chest," laughed Tom. "And check out her bush! Even her hair color is fake! The great Donna Dixon is a fraud!!"
"No, I'm not! I'm not!!"
"She's a total fraud, Tom," agreed Glenda. "See? Naked, she has the body of a fat little kid. Well, other than her gnarly muff! Her muff looks like what you see in an old-time porno film! But the rest of her? Oh my...!"
"Well, don't worry, little girl," said Tom, patronizingly patting her on the head with his medically-gloved hand. "Maybe I can find a doctor who can help you figure out why your body never developed."
"Shut up, Tom!! My - my body is fine!! I'm - I'm sexy! I'm beautiful! I'm the hottest girl in town!" she wailed.
The laughter that followed was deafening.
"Yes, how sexy!" he laughed, poking her belly fat. Donna squealed. He then began running his hand over her tiny nipples and gave her furry pussy a friendly pat.
"You - you!! How DARE you!!"
"Just wanted to shake-out the cobwebs from the weeds. Okay, turn on the water!"
The shower suddenly powered on. Tom grabbed the shower head and aimed it at Donna's face.
"Aaaaahh!!!"
It was cold.
Donna felt the water pound her body. The water pressure was very high - it was making her stagger around like a drunkard! She could see her makeup washing off, flowing down the drain. Lipstick, mascara, false eyelashes - everything was washed away. Her curly blonde hair was drenched until it was flat.
As her thick makeup vanished, it revealed a young, baby-faced girl with adorable freckles and a double chin - and not the red-lipped, long-lashed beauty the TV audience had fantasized over for so long.
Tom, wearing rubber gloves, began to wash her. Donna gave him the evil eye but kept her hands on her head. He began by massaging some kind of shampoo in her hair. He rubbed and lathered and rubbed, while the naked reporter felt her nipples harden in the cold water.
Then he scrubbed her face, rubbing her cheeks, her forehead - even opening her mouth and exploring her oral cavity with his fingers. He gripped her tongue and pulled it out.
"Say 'Aah!'"
"Aahh!! Aahh!!"
Next he moved down her neck... then to her shoulders... followed by her little titties.
She sniffled and said nothing, but her eyes were the size of dinner plates!
Her tits were soaped, rubbed and washed... over and over and over again. He scrubbed each nipple until it became a diamond-hard nub - and Miss Dixon was suddenly breathing in a new rhythm... oh, my... ohhhh... OHHHH... her nipples were SO sensitive! Because she always paraded in public and on TV with those fake 36 Cs, she never risked exposing her real breasts to anyone. Never. She would even keep her bra on during sex! This was the first time her breasts had ever been played with! The feeling of her enemy's hands on her breasts and nipples was shooting shock waves through her body!
"T - Tom? ...Tom? Oh.... oh... OH!!"
He gave each her nipples a flick and kissed her on the cheek!
"Ow!! Tom!!" Her faced burned! The indignity of it all!
Next he rubbed down her belly, making a concerted point to shake and grip her rolls of fat in front of the cameras! He knew EXACTLY what he was doing - she was sure of it!
"You need to lay off the Twinkies, Donna. See how your fat is beginning to really accumulate in your belly? See how much we can make it shake? If you gain any more weight, not even a girdle will hide it."
Donna choked a sob. He was telling the TV audience all of her private flaws!
She imagined all the losers at the station watching this... her boss... her underlings... all her enemies. All the skanks around town that she used to ridicule and mock. All the boys who salivated over her every move. Oh no: The program directors in the top TV markets! What if THEY see this?! She's supposed to be a smoking hot bombshell reporter - not an underdeveloped laughingstock!
The traumatic memory of the high school locker room incident - when those BITCH cheerleaders stripped her and stuffed her into Pull-Ups - entered her mind...
"Promise me you'll try to eat healthier. And not be such a chunky monkey!"
He lewdly shook her belly for the cameras.
"I - I promise not to be a chunky monkey!" she cried.
"Good girl."
Then he started rubbing her pussy.
Hard. Really hard. With both hands. And all his fingers.
"Tom! Wh - what are you doing?! Tom!! Ohhhh... oh ohhhhhh..."
He wasn't just rubbing on the outside - he was rubbing on the inside, too! Her pussy lips and clitoris were being stroked and fondled!
But he used a special oil.
It tingled.
The tingling made Donna's knees buckle. She recognized the sensation at once: No! N - no!! I - I can't cum now! I CAN'T!!! Oh, God...!!
Donna bit her lip and prayed... Please, Jesus: Don't give Tom the satisfaction of making me cum! Not on live TV! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!! OH... OHHHHHH...
But then he abruptly stopped - leaving the TV reporter unbelievably flustered.
When Tom washed her pussy again, all her pubic hair came off with it!
"Eek!!! What did you do? I - I'm hairless!" she squealed.
She was shocked by what she now saw! Her womanly bush - the symbol of her maturity - was stolen from her!
"Hair removal cream," he replied. "Just to be on the safe side."
Without her heels, her clothes, her perfect makeup and her pubic hair, the transformation was truly astonishing. Before, she was Donna Dixon - superstar TV reporter! The hottest babe in town!
Now?
She was a short, titless, bare-faced with a bare pussy. Instead of boasting outrageous curves and womanly bosoms, she looked like...
...a fat, shapeless little kid! It was just like high school!
She began to cry in earnest...
"Okay, Donna - bend over. It's time to wash your big fat butt!"
Muffling a wail, she bent over. She didn't even try to argue.
"Pull your ass cheeks open!"
She stalled...
"Now! After all, your adoring public can't wait for the big opening! And I do mean big!"
Amid the laughter, Donna complied. Her eyes burned with rage.
Her ass was pulled WIDE. Extremely wide.
Her pussy and asshole gaped at the cameras.
"I hate you, Tom Tucker!!!" she screamed.
He responded by rubbing her pussy and asshole quite aggressively. His fingers prodded, touched and lightly caressed.
And again, her body began to respond: "Ooh! Ooooohhh!! Oooooooooohhhhh!!!!" JESUS CHRIST!! Her body was betraying her. Her pussy was engorged and sizzling-hot. Noooo! Not again! She was on the verge of cumming! NO!!! She was strong enough to fight off an orgasm before... was she strong enough to do it again???
Or... deep, deep down... did she WANT to cum? Did she WANT to be humiliated? Was she actually ENJOYING this?!! Did she WANT to give Tom the satisfaction of destroying her reputation completely???
Did she???
With Tom's fingers massaging her asshole and gaping pussy, Donna bit her lip. All these strange fantasies running through her head...
Her pussy was soooo wet... she was soooo close...
But then there was a pause. The touching stopped. Still holding her ass cheeks open, Donna waited... hoping... anticipating...
To her shock, Donna felt Tom's finger penetrate her anus, going all the way to the knuckles!
"Eeeekkk!!! What are you DOING?!!!"
"Sorry, I forgot to mention it: the antidote is a suppository."
"Noooo!!!!!"
Her legs kicked and kicked - but his finger stayed firmly lodged up her ass until she stopped.
"My ass! My ass!" she screamed at the camera.
"Oh, stop complaining. With all that cushioning, I could barely even reach all the way in." And he punctuated his point by giving her tush a playful slap with his free hand.
The sensation was mind blowing! She had never ever been touched THERE before, and here she was, getting violated IN THE ASS on live TV.
He slowly pulled his finger out, making a loud popping noise when it vacated her bunghole.
Donna stood up, her balance unsteady. She looked flustered - frustrated - humiliated. Tom grabbed her by the arm. A bowl was put on her head...
"What now?!" she cried.
"I'm afraid some of the chemicals have adhered to your hair particles. The good news is, we don't have to cut off all your hair. You can keep what's under the bowl.
Donna gasped. He was giving her... a... a bowl cut! On live TV! A childish bowl cut! Her beautiful, curly blonde hair! She spent a FORTUNE on her hair! It was her signature look - her long, glamorous locks! It had taken her YEARS to find a hairstyle that worked for her - one that made her look glamorous and sexy, and not girly or chubby. It had taken her YEARS to grow her hair to its current length.
Her hair was her crown.
It was more than just hair: It was the embodiment of her vanity. It was the linchpin of the Donna Dixon mystique. Women all over town had been pestering the hairdressers, stylists and salon owners for the "Donna Dixon look" for months!
And Donna knew it.
Oh God... she had a bowl cut. Once. When she was an overweight little kid. Bowl cuts were mandatory at her fat camp. It was AWFUL. She remembered how round-faced and immature it made her look. She vowed to herself that she'd never wear short hair again.
Snip, snip, snip... the hair rained down in large curly clumps. Snip, snip, snip...
After several minutes, the bowl was removed. Donna was taken - butt naked - before a full-length mirror:
She couldn't believe her own eyes! And worst of all, the camera caught the absolute shock etched across her face:
Tom had turned her back into a fat little kid! She no longer looked like the smoking hot society girl! She no longer looked like a TV superstar. She no longer even looked like an adult!
She stared at the reflection: A stupid bowl cut, sunken shoulders, no tits, a big belly, a pink shaved pussy, and stubby little legs. Before, her big, curly hair helped balance her small frame, making her look taller, older and more womanly. Not any more:
She was a fat little kid again!
"Nooo!! Wah! Wah!"
She faced the camera, her face red and tortured. Her naked body was fully exposed - every last detail! Donna angrily stomped her feet and flailed her arms. She looked like a naughty brat who couldn't control herself!
"Wah!! Wah!! Tom! Wh... what have you done to me?! Wah!! Change me back!! Change me back RIGHT NOW!!!" she cried.
Then, the unthinkable happened: a soft trickle of pee escaped from Donna's hairless pussy. She didn't even notice it at first.
"Hey look! The fat little girl is pissing herself!"
With everyone staring, Donna felt the urine flow build. She was pissing like a gusher on live TV!
"Oh no!! I - I'm making potty! No!! What's wrong with me?!!" She just stood there, in a comically bowlegged pose, pissing in front of the cameras. Her little arms were flapping hysterically.
"Yeah, I should have said something, but the suppository disrupts your urine and bowel discharges for a few days. No big deal."
"My urine and bowel discharges!" she cried. The urine trickled to a halt.
"Yup. So let me help you out before things get too messy..."
With the cameras still rolling, he easily picked the short girl off the ground, carrying her effortlessly under his arm. Like she was a loaf of bread!
"Put me down! You can't do this! I'm an adult!" she squealed, kicking her legs. "Stop! I'm not a baby! I'm Donna Dixon! I'm a TV star!" But he walked her over to an open conference table and calmly laid her down, so she was flat on her back.
She tried to clench her legs together...
"Don't be a bad girl, Donna," he ordered her - like she was a disobedient toddler. "Let go of your legs, you naughty little troublemaker."
Crying, she slowly slid her thighs apart, giving everyone an easy view of her hairless snatch. Donna looked up - and saw the triumphant face of Tom, the giggling face of Glenda, Deputy Lloyd, and worst of all, the red light of the TV cameras.
"If you don't want to be treated like a baby, you shouldn't act like a baby," Tom scolded.
Her stubby legs were instantly raised and spread until her bare feet were right next to her ears! She was fully exposed like NEVER before! And she couldn't move! She couldn't cover herself!
Tom had posed her before the cameras like - like she was a naked newborn that needed to be changed!
It was official: Her adulthood was over. Her feminine mystique was gone.
He took a few baby wipes and mopped up around her vagina and anus. "You're a messy little girl, going wee-wee like that. Shame on you, Donna," he chided.
"I'm sorry!!"
To her horror, the camera pushed in for a close-up! How could Tom do this to her?! But if Tom felt guilty, he didn't show it. He continued to rub and explore her privates with his fingers - like her most intimate, womanly parts were nothing but playthings! One... two... three fingers....
And it felt good! She closed her eyes...
Four... five... six...
That sensation... it was happening again! The tingling in her pussy! Ohhhhhh... it was building FAST!! Noo!! She was on the verge of cumming! Oh no!! And in this humiliating position, there was nothing she could do to fight it! There was nowhere to move her body, nowhere to avoid being touched!
Seven... eight... nine... ten!!
It - it was too much. Too much for her to take...
"OH GOD!!!" Donna screamed. "I'm cumming!! I'm cumming!! You bastard! I - I hate you!! I hate all of you!! I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!"
The star reporter's hips bucked wildly and her nipples were poking out like baby carrots. She convulsed and shook herself lewdly for several torturous moments.
"OH GOD!! MY PUSSY!! I'M CUMMING!! OH GOD!! MY TENDER TITTIES!! OHHHHH GOOOOOOOODDDD!!!"
Her tiny body was exploding in orgasmic bliss - but Tom still hadn't released his grip.
"Oh no!! You - you made me cum! What have you done? What have you done?!" she cried.
"What have I done? Knock it off, Donna," Tom said, looking disgusted. "We're all here trying to help you - and what do you do? You rub your pathetic little puss-puss all over me until you cum? Just because I got bored of you and dumped you in public? That's deplorable! Have you no shame? Have you no decency? Look at you! You're not a superstar reporter. You're not a beautiful woman. You're just a fat little kid who needs to learn her place."
She cried again...
Then she yelped - what was that?! That strange feeling cooling her privates?
She looked down and gasped: He was powdering her pussy and ass! Like she was a - a - !
No!!! Not this!! Not again!!!
And finally, he did it: He strapped on a big, puffy diaper.
Stunned, Donna was helped off the table and waddled over to the center if the room.
"Here you go, pookie," Tom said, patting her on the head and giving her a lolly. "Now go finish your report."
Bare-chested, wearing nothing but a diaper, Donna waddled to her camera man. She saw Glenda and the others doubled-over with laughter! But her brain was too far gone to protest.
"This is widdle Donna Dixon," squealed Donna, sounding unnaturally high pitched - like she really WAS now a baby! "Thanks for watching widdle me. I - I'm sorry if I tried to fool you into thinking I had big boobs! It's just that I weally, weally wanted to be a big girl!"
Glenda roared with laughter. She was breaking! She was having a nervous breakdown - naked, in a diaper!
"Anyway, no chemicals here," she blubbered like a baby. "I'm sorry for lying about Tom Tucker. I'm sorry I tried to pretend to be an adult. I'm just a fat widdle baby with no boobies and a tubby tummy!"
Donna didn't know what else to do, so she gave her lolly a lick.
Then she clutched the back of her diaper.
"Oh no!! Oh no!! Baby botta go boom-boom! Baby gotta go boom-boom!!!! Donna Dixon reporting!" she cried.
And the report concluded with Donna Dixon - formerly the hottest babe in town - soiling herself on camera.
The end.
A top 10 market. New York City. Los Angeles. Chicago.
Somewhere OUT of this backwoods town!
She was going to be a star.
It wasn't that Donna disliked this town. It was just... small.
A small town for small people.
And her dreams were big. Nothing personal.
Besides, it was perfectly obvious that she was too good for this hick town. Just look at her! It was undeniable:
With her long, curly blonde hair, her firm 36-C's, flawless face, razor-sharp wit and natural elegance, she stood out among the locals like a sore thumb.
A rose among the thorns. A winner surrounded by losers.
She was stunningly beautiful. Amazingly hot. Glamorous and mysterious. Flawless face, big perky tits, a peach of a derrière, and legs that went on and on. The only possible complaint about her body was her height. She was only about 5 foot 2... in heels. Of course, she was always in heels. And she was always dressed like a NY society girl: The most fashionable makeup, designer clothes, perfectly-coifed hair. Donna Dixon was a sensation. The entire town was drooling.
She was NEVER seen without her makeup. No exceptions. She even wore heels and makeup when dashing to the grocery store at 3:00 a.m. A superstar must always be prepared for paparazzi, she reasoned.
Donna Dixon was an instant celebrity from the moment she arrived. Her ratings crushed the competition in less than a month - a fact she bragged endlessly about to anyone who'd listen. She was the total feminine TV package: brains, beauty, swagger and charisma. Men lusted after her, women wanted to be her. The small town had never seen anything like her. And sweet Jesus, was she ever conceited!
She had lots of local enemies. That's what happens when you treat people like stepping stones.
A few of the leading local bachelors - semi-successful businessmen, ex-high school football stars, good-looking young professionals - even scored some dates. But none even got to second base with her. Donna might let them buy her lobster dinner or expensive jewelry, but that's where it would end.
These hicks weren't good enough for her.
Plus, she used her TV celebrity to bully people she didn't like. When a restaurant gave her poor service, she'd show up the next day with a camera, doing a story about "local restaurants that treat people rudely." When a bitchy lawyer's wife made fun of her new dress, she did an hatchet story on the husband's legal partners that cost the firm millions. When a drunkard at a nightclub tried to grab her ass, she accused the owner of "being an accessory to sexual assault" live on the air.
And so on.
Her latest target was Tom Tucker, owner of the big chemical plant. Tom was in his early 30s and had run the plant since his father died. A rugged, serious man with aw-shucks good-looks, he dated Donna.
Briefly.
At first he was excited as hell to be going out with the hottest babe in town! A dream date with Donna Dixon! Everyone was jealous - and the local girls were devastated. But when he met her, he was surprised by how short she was, even in her heels. Her face looked so young! She appeared MUCH older and more serious on TV. And she yapped on and on!! Everything was about her.
Everything.
When the date ended, he found himself in a quick makeout session with her. Turns out Donna was a great kisser. Her hair smelled incredible. But when he reached for her breasts, she smacked him away!
He always wondered why...
After two more dates that ended the same way, Tom did the unthinkable: He dumped Donna.
In public! At a restaurant! With people watching!
Donna was mortified.
The last thing she remembered was standing up and shouting at him: "You're just mad that I never let you have THIS!" she said, pointing at her body. "I swear to you Tom Tucker, you will NEVER get to see me naked! Ever!" She turned around and faced the crowd. "None of you losers will!" And then she stormed out.
NOBODY humiliates Donna Dixon! Not anymore...
...sure, maybe when she was in high school, she had somewhat of a rough time. And there was that one terrible incident when some of the cheerleaders noticed her small, underdeveloped body in the girls' locker room and blindsided her in the showers, stuffing the screaming, pint-sized girl into a pair of Pull-Ups and out into the hallway. On class picture day! It was the single most embarrassing moment of her life. But... that was long ago. Before she became confident! Before she learned how to pad and stuff her clothes! Before she dyed her hair blonde, wore high heels and became a TV star! Now she was invincible!
Tom Tucker was going to PAY!!
Donna Dixon burned the midnight oil, searching for a way to get even. She studied his company's files. She even broke into the plant after-hours to look around.
Then she found it: Tom wasn't storing his sulfuric acid properly. They were in the wrong containers. If a fire broke out, the entire town could go up in flames. Modern day fire and brimstone. Literally EVERY person was in danger!
It was the stuff of Pulitzer gold.
She had it all figured out: She'd surprise Tom at the plant. They'd air the devastating report LIVE. She would show the public the dangerous chemicals. And then the policeman would arrest Tom Tucker while everyone watched.
It was perfect! Hello, New York City, Los Angeles or Chicago!
Little did she know, Tom had a plan, too...
"This is Donna Dixon, live for Channel 5 News!" she announced from the lobby, her hand on her pretty hip. "We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to give you this Channel 5 exclusive! Local businessman Tom Tucker, owner and manager of the Tucker Family Chemical Plant, has been endangering the entire town by not safely storing his chemicals! I, Donna Dixon, have personally uncovered the evidence in a special investigation!"
"What the hell are you doing, Donna! Turn the cameras off!" Tom demanded, storming over. He looked furious!
Little did she know it was just an act...
"There's no getting out of this, Tom Tucker!" she gloated. Oh, this was sweet! "I demand: Show me your storage room, if you have nothing to hide! Our viewers deserve to know the truth!"
"No way," Tom retorted, folding his arms. "Get your runty ass out."
"You don't have a choice," she laughed. "Deputy Lloyd, show him the court order!"
Deputy Lloyd shrugged and handed it to Tom. Tom studdied it intensely. The poor man bowed his head in defeat...
"It's down the hall!" Donna gloated again, motioning to her camera crew. "I know the way."
But before she started walking, she grabbed her assistant Glenda by the arm.
"Ow!" yelped Glenda.
"Whatever happens, don't you DARE turn that camera off!! This is my big break. The cameras stay on!" Donna hissed.
"You're hurting me!" cried Glenda, finally shaking her arm free.
"Leave her alone, Donna!" Tom demanded. Donna briefly wondered why he'd even care about her lowly assistant, then shrugged and marched to the storage room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a court order to open this flimsy plastic container," she breathlessly told the camera. "See how thin the material is? We were all in danger! Now let's see what's inside."
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you..." warned Tom.
"Of course you don't want us to open it, you criminal!" snarled Donna. "Too bad! There's no where left to run! The jig is up!"
And she popped the lid off.
Immediately, a strange mist entered the air. Donna coughed, fanning her face. Looking up, she noticed that Tom, Glenda, Lloyd and the two camera men were wearing gas masks. But... when did they get gas masks?
"Aah!! What is this?" Donna screamed.
"I told you, you don't want to do that," Tom laughed. "That's dihydrate-sulfur-carbonate. Very serious stuff."
"What does it do?" the reporter cried.
"Causes cancer, makes your hair fall out... loss of bladder and bowel control."
"Eek!!" Donna shrieked, trying to shake the mist off her body. "Get it off me! Get it off me!"
"Good idea," Tom agreed. Her pointed to the shower in the corner of the room. There was no shower stall or even a curtain; it was just a shower head over a large metal drain. "All rooms in our plant have emergency showers. We're sticklers for safety at the Tucker Family Chemical Plant."
Donna scurried over to the shower. But then she paused.
She looked nervously over to Tom... who had a big happy grin! She looked over at Glenda, the poor assistant that she bossed around with great glee... and saw she was holding Tom's hand...!
W... what?!
Tom and Glenda then kissed each other on the lips! Donna gasped!
"We've been dating for about a month now," Tom explained. "We're so happy! Glenda told me about your little plot. But don't worry, folks: We're still gonna give you a Channel 5 exclusive: The inside story on Donna Dixon - what the town's biggest bitch looks like naked! Will she look like a Playboy Playmate? Or will we discover that she's all makeup and padding? Let's find out! Hurry up and strip, Donna. You don't have much time until the chemicals bond to your skin and hair!"
Donna began to panic. "D - don't you have a private shower?!"
"Sure I do. But you're forbidden from using it. Your search warrant is only for the storage room. No where else. Now take off your clothes while the whole town watches!"
Donna suddenly noticed that the camera's red lights were still on. "Turn those off!! Please, kill the cameras!!" she screamed.
"Sorry, Miss Dixon," replied Glenda, resting happily in Tom's arms. "You told me to keep the cameras going no matter what. So that's just what we'll do! Now I'd advise you to strip - unless you want to be bald and incontinent on television."
Her eyes burning with hatred, Donna stepped out of her shoes.
Suddenly, she was at least 5 inches shorter.
"Hey, where'd you go?" laughed Deputy Lloyd. The room echoed with giggles.
"How tall are you, Donna?" asked Tom.
"Shut up!!"
"No, I mean it," he went on. "In order to give you the proper amount of antidote, I need to know your height and weight."
Blushing furiously, she reluctantly answered: "I am... I am 5 foot one... er, 4 foot ten, I mean. I... I weigh 98 pounds."
"My God! You're a munchkin!" Tom exclaimed.
Followed by more giggling.
"Don't worry, I'll get the antidote ready. Hurry up and strip."
Her eyes bounced around the room. This was a nightmare! She fumbled for her jacket buttons and then threw it off in disgust. Dammit to hell!! She stood there in her bright red silk shirt, sexy black skirt and dark pantyhose. Having to announce her true height and weight was bad enough... but STRIPPING NAKED?! And showing EVERYTHING?!
"Turn your backs!" she demanded, stomping her small foot on the ground. "You - you're not allowed to watch!"
But nobody listened. And the cameras kept rolling.
"I mean it!!" she cried, now stomping both feet and waving her fists. She looked like a little kid throwing a temper tantrum.
Everyone smiled at her and patiently waited...
Groaning, Donna unbuttoned her shirt. Just a narrow strip of her flesh, and a quick glimpse of her bra was exposed. When she saw everyone staring at her, she shrieked and pulled the shirt together again.
"I'd advise you to pick up the pace, Donna. You're running out of time," Tom smirked.
"Stop it!! I - I'm going as fast as I can!!"
The humiliated TV reporter unzipped her new skirt from the back and pulled it to the ground, revealing a short pair of legs dressed in pantyhose. Trembling, she then slowly pulling her silk shirt off her body as well, sniffling as each of her arms were pulled free. She was now topless, other than her bra. And oddly, her bra was quite large and bulky - not at all sexy, as the men expected.
Something peculiar was around her belly.
"Is that - is that a girdle?!" hooted Glenda. "It is! Ha ha! How long have you had a girdle?"
Donna looked pathetically at the camera. "Not for long! I promise! I just - just gained a little weight over the holidays, that's all! It - it's no big deal!" With her fingers fumbling around, she freed herself from the girdle and tossed it aside.
Her soft belly hung over the edge of her pantyhose!
"Donna Dixon has a beer belly! I never knew!" laughed Tom. "Now hurry up, take off the rest."
Her confidence shattered, Donna pulled off her pantyhose, leg by leg. The TV star awkwardly hopped from foot to foot as she disrobed, like an uncoordinated little kid. She was now just in her bra and panties...
Those were some unusual-looking panties as well. As with her bra, not sexy at all. But very large and very thick. Still, her ass-shape looked nice...
But her legs were short and stubby. Her thighs weren't anything like what Tom had imagined!
"Turn the water on!" Donna cried. "I don't wanna take anything else off! I - I can't! Please! I'll just get washed like this!"
"Doesn't work that way, my potbelly princess. Your skin has to be scrubbed bare to remove the chemicals. Some hair removal may be necessary. Unless you don't mind, you know, getting cancer, being bald and shitting in those silly industrial panties. Take 'em off."
Horrified, Donna pulled down her panties, rolling them past her hips and thighs, being careful to position her arms and hands to hide her pussy from the TV cameras. As she stepped out of them, one of the camera men snatched it and examined it.
"Put that down!!" ordered Donna, her hands over her pussy. "That - that's private!"
"Just wanna see what brand this is, sweetheart. Let's see... the great Donna Dixon's panty brand of choice is... Dr. Linda's Custom-Design Shaping Panties...?"
"Stop it, stop it!!" screamed Donna. My God! The cameras were still running! Everyone was watching!
"Hey, there's more on the inside: 'For providing extra shape and the illusion of sexy curves.' Donna, does that stuff really work?"
"N - no! I mean yes! I mean - that - that - it's not my normal panties!" she whined, still keeping her hands over her pussy.
"Well, turn around. Take off your bra."
Donna sniffled and turned around, giving Tom, Glenda and the rest of the town a direct view of her naked ass!
And all at once, everyone knew:
It all really was her form-fitting panties.
Because without it, her true ass was jiggly.
Flabby.
Pale.
"Guess that answers THAT question!" the camera man laughed. "Shoot, I'm gonna go buy a pair for my old lady! Damn!"
"You're telling me," Glenda added, "look at that chunky thing! Now you see why kissing Miss Dixon's ass took ALL DAY!"
Donna burned with fury... and humiliation.
"The bra, Donna. Take off the bra."
Sobbing, the TV reporter reached to her back and unhooked her bra.
Two large, silicone objects tumbled out from the front.
She nervously dropped the bra to the ground and wrapped her arms around her private parts. Oh, God!! She... she couldn't face them, looking like this!
"Good girl. Now turn around, Donna."
No! No! NO!!! But... what choice did she have? The chemical spray could give her cancer! The deeply embarrassed reporter slowly stood to the crowd - and the cameras.
She was entirely naked. One arm hugged her chest, hiding both tits; the other arm extended down to her pussy, her hand blocking it from view.
"Put your hands on your head, Donna."
Donna refused.
"You heard me. Hands on your head."
"No, Tom!! P - Please don't make me!! Please leave me my - my dignity!"
"No can do, babe. Gotta wash all of you. But don't worry, this might still be an award-winning report: Beauty tricks of the TV stars! Hands on your head!"
Noooooooo!!!!!
But she had no choice. And she knew it.
She put her hands on her head.
For the very first time, everyone got a good, long look at her naked body:
Despite being a curly-haired blonde, her pubes were dark black. And really, REALLY thick. Quite the jungle. Donna Dixon's hips were wide; her legs were short. Her tummy wobbled as she breathed. And her breasts!!
My God....!
It was amazing.
Her tits were...
...small.
Embarrassingly small.
Practically nonexistent.
She was ALL padding and stuffing.
100 percent.
Donna had a pained, crazed look on her face. Tom knew! Now they ALL knew! Her most humiliating secret!
Even her nipples were tiny.
"Wow," exclaimed Tom. "Ain't it amazing what high heels, fake curves and stuffing can do to a girl's appearance?"
"It's remarkable!" declared Deputy Lloyd. "She has no tits at all! I had no idea."
Donna could only stand there naked and be ridiculed.
"Now I know why she didn't want me to touch her chest," laughed Tom. "And check out her bush! Even her hair color is fake! The great Donna Dixon is a fraud!!"
"No, I'm not! I'm not!!"
"She's a total fraud, Tom," agreed Glenda. "See? Naked, she has the body of a fat little kid. Well, other than her gnarly muff! Her muff looks like what you see in an old-time porno film! But the rest of her? Oh my...!"
"Well, don't worry, little girl," said Tom, patronizingly patting her on the head with his medically-gloved hand. "Maybe I can find a doctor who can help you figure out why your body never developed."
"Shut up, Tom!! My - my body is fine!! I'm - I'm sexy! I'm beautiful! I'm the hottest girl in town!" she wailed.
The laughter that followed was deafening.
"Yes, how sexy!" he laughed, poking her belly fat. Donna squealed. He then began running his hand over her tiny nipples and gave her furry pussy a friendly pat.
"You - you!! How DARE you!!"
"Just wanted to shake-out the cobwebs from the weeds. Okay, turn on the water!"
The shower suddenly powered on. Tom grabbed the shower head and aimed it at Donna's face.
"Aaaaahh!!!"
It was cold.
Donna felt the water pound her body. The water pressure was very high - it was making her stagger around like a drunkard! She could see her makeup washing off, flowing down the drain. Lipstick, mascara, false eyelashes - everything was washed away. Her curly blonde hair was drenched until it was flat.
As her thick makeup vanished, it revealed a young, baby-faced girl with adorable freckles and a double chin - and not the red-lipped, long-lashed beauty the TV audience had fantasized over for so long.
Tom, wearing rubber gloves, began to wash her. Donna gave him the evil eye but kept her hands on her head. He began by massaging some kind of shampoo in her hair. He rubbed and lathered and rubbed, while the naked reporter felt her nipples harden in the cold water.
Then he scrubbed her face, rubbing her cheeks, her forehead - even opening her mouth and exploring her oral cavity with his fingers. He gripped her tongue and pulled it out.
"Say 'Aah!'"
"Aahh!! Aahh!!"
Next he moved down her neck... then to her shoulders... followed by her little titties.
She sniffled and said nothing, but her eyes were the size of dinner plates!
Her tits were soaped, rubbed and washed... over and over and over again. He scrubbed each nipple until it became a diamond-hard nub - and Miss Dixon was suddenly breathing in a new rhythm... oh, my... ohhhh... OHHHH... her nipples were SO sensitive! Because she always paraded in public and on TV with those fake 36 Cs, she never risked exposing her real breasts to anyone. Never. She would even keep her bra on during sex! This was the first time her breasts had ever been played with! The feeling of her enemy's hands on her breasts and nipples was shooting shock waves through her body!
"T - Tom? ...Tom? Oh.... oh... OH!!"
He gave each her nipples a flick and kissed her on the cheek!
"Ow!! Tom!!" Her faced burned! The indignity of it all!
Next he rubbed down her belly, making a concerted point to shake and grip her rolls of fat in front of the cameras! He knew EXACTLY what he was doing - she was sure of it!
"You need to lay off the Twinkies, Donna. See how your fat is beginning to really accumulate in your belly? See how much we can make it shake? If you gain any more weight, not even a girdle will hide it."
Donna choked a sob. He was telling the TV audience all of her private flaws!
She imagined all the losers at the station watching this... her boss... her underlings... all her enemies. All the skanks around town that she used to ridicule and mock. All the boys who salivated over her every move. Oh no: The program directors in the top TV markets! What if THEY see this?! She's supposed to be a smoking hot bombshell reporter - not an underdeveloped laughingstock!
The traumatic memory of the high school locker room incident - when those BITCH cheerleaders stripped her and stuffed her into Pull-Ups - entered her mind...
"Promise me you'll try to eat healthier. And not be such a chunky monkey!"
He lewdly shook her belly for the cameras.
"I - I promise not to be a chunky monkey!" she cried.
"Good girl."
Then he started rubbing her pussy.
Hard. Really hard. With both hands. And all his fingers.
"Tom! Wh - what are you doing?! Tom!! Ohhhh... oh ohhhhhh..."
He wasn't just rubbing on the outside - he was rubbing on the inside, too! Her pussy lips and clitoris were being stroked and fondled!
But he used a special oil.
It tingled.
The tingling made Donna's knees buckle. She recognized the sensation at once: No! N - no!! I - I can't cum now! I CAN'T!!! Oh, God...!!
Donna bit her lip and prayed... Please, Jesus: Don't give Tom the satisfaction of making me cum! Not on live TV! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!! OH... OHHHHHH...
But then he abruptly stopped - leaving the TV reporter unbelievably flustered.
When Tom washed her pussy again, all her pubic hair came off with it!
"Eek!!! What did you do? I - I'm hairless!" she squealed.
She was shocked by what she now saw! Her womanly bush - the symbol of her maturity - was stolen from her!
"Hair removal cream," he replied. "Just to be on the safe side."
Without her heels, her clothes, her perfect makeup and her pubic hair, the transformation was truly astonishing. Before, she was Donna Dixon - superstar TV reporter! The hottest babe in town!
Now?
She was a short, titless, bare-faced with a bare pussy. Instead of boasting outrageous curves and womanly bosoms, she looked like...
...a fat, shapeless little kid! It was just like high school!
She began to cry in earnest...
"Okay, Donna - bend over. It's time to wash your big fat butt!"
Muffling a wail, she bent over. She didn't even try to argue.
"Pull your ass cheeks open!"
She stalled...
"Now! After all, your adoring public can't wait for the big opening! And I do mean big!"
Amid the laughter, Donna complied. Her eyes burned with rage.
Her ass was pulled WIDE. Extremely wide.
Her pussy and asshole gaped at the cameras.
"I hate you, Tom Tucker!!!" she screamed.
He responded by rubbing her pussy and asshole quite aggressively. His fingers prodded, touched and lightly caressed.
And again, her body began to respond: "Ooh! Ooooohhh!! Oooooooooohhhhh!!!!" JESUS CHRIST!! Her body was betraying her. Her pussy was engorged and sizzling-hot. Noooo! Not again! She was on the verge of cumming! NO!!! She was strong enough to fight off an orgasm before... was she strong enough to do it again???
Or... deep, deep down... did she WANT to cum? Did she WANT to be humiliated? Was she actually ENJOYING this?!! Did she WANT to give Tom the satisfaction of destroying her reputation completely???
Did she???
With Tom's fingers massaging her asshole and gaping pussy, Donna bit her lip. All these strange fantasies running through her head...
Her pussy was soooo wet... she was soooo close...
But then there was a pause. The touching stopped. Still holding her ass cheeks open, Donna waited... hoping... anticipating...
To her shock, Donna felt Tom's finger penetrate her anus, going all the way to the knuckles!
"Eeeekkk!!! What are you DOING?!!!"
"Sorry, I forgot to mention it: the antidote is a suppository."
"Noooo!!!!!"
Her legs kicked and kicked - but his finger stayed firmly lodged up her ass until she stopped.
"My ass! My ass!" she screamed at the camera.
"Oh, stop complaining. With all that cushioning, I could barely even reach all the way in." And he punctuated his point by giving her tush a playful slap with his free hand.
The sensation was mind blowing! She had never ever been touched THERE before, and here she was, getting violated IN THE ASS on live TV.
He slowly pulled his finger out, making a loud popping noise when it vacated her bunghole.
Donna stood up, her balance unsteady. She looked flustered - frustrated - humiliated. Tom grabbed her by the arm. A bowl was put on her head...
"What now?!" she cried.
"I'm afraid some of the chemicals have adhered to your hair particles. The good news is, we don't have to cut off all your hair. You can keep what's under the bowl.
Donna gasped. He was giving her... a... a bowl cut! On live TV! A childish bowl cut! Her beautiful, curly blonde hair! She spent a FORTUNE on her hair! It was her signature look - her long, glamorous locks! It had taken her YEARS to find a hairstyle that worked for her - one that made her look glamorous and sexy, and not girly or chubby. It had taken her YEARS to grow her hair to its current length.
Her hair was her crown.
It was more than just hair: It was the embodiment of her vanity. It was the linchpin of the Donna Dixon mystique. Women all over town had been pestering the hairdressers, stylists and salon owners for the "Donna Dixon look" for months!
And Donna knew it.
Oh God... she had a bowl cut. Once. When she was an overweight little kid. Bowl cuts were mandatory at her fat camp. It was AWFUL. She remembered how round-faced and immature it made her look. She vowed to herself that she'd never wear short hair again.
Snip, snip, snip... the hair rained down in large curly clumps. Snip, snip, snip...
After several minutes, the bowl was removed. Donna was taken - butt naked - before a full-length mirror:
She couldn't believe her own eyes! And worst of all, the camera caught the absolute shock etched across her face:
Tom had turned her back into a fat little kid! She no longer looked like the smoking hot society girl! She no longer looked like a TV superstar. She no longer even looked like an adult!
She stared at the reflection: A stupid bowl cut, sunken shoulders, no tits, a big belly, a pink shaved pussy, and stubby little legs. Before, her big, curly hair helped balance her small frame, making her look taller, older and more womanly. Not any more:
She was a fat little kid again!
"Nooo!! Wah! Wah!"
She faced the camera, her face red and tortured. Her naked body was fully exposed - every last detail! Donna angrily stomped her feet and flailed her arms. She looked like a naughty brat who couldn't control herself!
"Wah!! Wah!! Tom! Wh... what have you done to me?! Wah!! Change me back!! Change me back RIGHT NOW!!!" she cried.
Then, the unthinkable happened: a soft trickle of pee escaped from Donna's hairless pussy. She didn't even notice it at first.
"Hey look! The fat little girl is pissing herself!"
With everyone staring, Donna felt the urine flow build. She was pissing like a gusher on live TV!
"Oh no!! I - I'm making potty! No!! What's wrong with me?!!" She just stood there, in a comically bowlegged pose, pissing in front of the cameras. Her little arms were flapping hysterically.
"Yeah, I should have said something, but the suppository disrupts your urine and bowel discharges for a few days. No big deal."
"My urine and bowel discharges!" she cried. The urine trickled to a halt.
"Yup. So let me help you out before things get too messy..."
With the cameras still rolling, he easily picked the short girl off the ground, carrying her effortlessly under his arm. Like she was a loaf of bread!
"Put me down! You can't do this! I'm an adult!" she squealed, kicking her legs. "Stop! I'm not a baby! I'm Donna Dixon! I'm a TV star!" But he walked her over to an open conference table and calmly laid her down, so she was flat on her back.
She tried to clench her legs together...
"Don't be a bad girl, Donna," he ordered her - like she was a disobedient toddler. "Let go of your legs, you naughty little troublemaker."
Crying, she slowly slid her thighs apart, giving everyone an easy view of her hairless snatch. Donna looked up - and saw the triumphant face of Tom, the giggling face of Glenda, Deputy Lloyd, and worst of all, the red light of the TV cameras.
"If you don't want to be treated like a baby, you shouldn't act like a baby," Tom scolded.
Her stubby legs were instantly raised and spread until her bare feet were right next to her ears! She was fully exposed like NEVER before! And she couldn't move! She couldn't cover herself!
Tom had posed her before the cameras like - like she was a naked newborn that needed to be changed!
It was official: Her adulthood was over. Her feminine mystique was gone.
He took a few baby wipes and mopped up around her vagina and anus. "You're a messy little girl, going wee-wee like that. Shame on you, Donna," he chided.
"I'm sorry!!"
To her horror, the camera pushed in for a close-up! How could Tom do this to her?! But if Tom felt guilty, he didn't show it. He continued to rub and explore her privates with his fingers - like her most intimate, womanly parts were nothing but playthings! One... two... three fingers....
And it felt good! She closed her eyes...
Four... five... six...
That sensation... it was happening again! The tingling in her pussy! Ohhhhhh... it was building FAST!! Noo!! She was on the verge of cumming! Oh no!! And in this humiliating position, there was nothing she could do to fight it! There was nowhere to move her body, nowhere to avoid being touched!
Seven... eight... nine... ten!!
It - it was too much. Too much for her to take...
"OH GOD!!!" Donna screamed. "I'm cumming!! I'm cumming!! You bastard! I - I hate you!! I hate all of you!! I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!"
The star reporter's hips bucked wildly and her nipples were poking out like baby carrots. She convulsed and shook herself lewdly for several torturous moments.
"OH GOD!! MY PUSSY!! I'M CUMMING!! OH GOD!! MY TENDER TITTIES!! OHHHHH GOOOOOOOODDDD!!!"
Her tiny body was exploding in orgasmic bliss - but Tom still hadn't released his grip.
"Oh no!! You - you made me cum! What have you done? What have you done?!" she cried.
"What have I done? Knock it off, Donna," Tom said, looking disgusted. "We're all here trying to help you - and what do you do? You rub your pathetic little puss-puss all over me until you cum? Just because I got bored of you and dumped you in public? That's deplorable! Have you no shame? Have you no decency? Look at you! You're not a superstar reporter. You're not a beautiful woman. You're just a fat little kid who needs to learn her place."
She cried again...
Then she yelped - what was that?! That strange feeling cooling her privates?
She looked down and gasped: He was powdering her pussy and ass! Like she was a - a - !
No!!! Not this!! Not again!!!
And finally, he did it: He strapped on a big, puffy diaper.
Stunned, Donna was helped off the table and waddled over to the center if the room.
"Here you go, pookie," Tom said, patting her on the head and giving her a lolly. "Now go finish your report."
Bare-chested, wearing nothing but a diaper, Donna waddled to her camera man. She saw Glenda and the others doubled-over with laughter! But her brain was too far gone to protest.
"This is widdle Donna Dixon," squealed Donna, sounding unnaturally high pitched - like she really WAS now a baby! "Thanks for watching widdle me. I - I'm sorry if I tried to fool you into thinking I had big boobs! It's just that I weally, weally wanted to be a big girl!"
Glenda roared with laughter. She was breaking! She was having a nervous breakdown - naked, in a diaper!
"Anyway, no chemicals here," she blubbered like a baby. "I'm sorry for lying about Tom Tucker. I'm sorry I tried to pretend to be an adult. I'm just a fat widdle baby with no boobies and a tubby tummy!"
Donna didn't know what else to do, so she gave her lolly a lick.
Then she clutched the back of her diaper.
"Oh no!! Oh no!! Baby botta go boom-boom! Baby gotta go boom-boom!!!! Donna Dixon reporting!" she cried.
And the report concluded with Donna Dixon - formerly the hottest babe in town - soiling herself on camera.
The end.
damn…. that's a good, sexy story ;) i checked out some of his other stuff and it's even better than this story
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