Sarah's Ghetto Adventure

The return of Sarah, the big blonde better known to some as "Fat Barbie." Going to do her job and help a young man with government aid, she ends up with another comically humiliating beatdown.

Sarah had been spending a lot of time traveling with her job lately. She was a social worker, working with underprivileged families around her office in the UK. Many of them were paranoid or sketchy, or just made her uncomfortable, but she had to develop a thicker skin to that kind of thing, and when she explained that she was there to help, they tended to warm up to her fairly quickly.

Today was going to be different in a number of ways. She was heading to one of the housing estates in the area, a part of the city where many of the poorer citizens were gradually shuffled off to over the years. Today she was scheduled to meet with Kevin, a young man living on his own. His parents had allegedly run off, leaving him to his own devices. Sarah pulled up to the small house, one nearly identical to the rest of the ones around it. She gave it a distasteful look before locking her car and heading out to knock on the door.

Kevin answered by opening the door a crack, keeping the chain attached between it and the door frame. Sarah greeted him with her most sociable smile, meeting his eye fearlessly. "Hello, Kevin? I'm Sarah, from the office. You talked to my boss earlier this week. I'm just here to ask some questions so we can figure out what it is you need."

The boy looked at her face a moment before his eyes went lower, shamelessly staring at Sarah's chest. The short sundress she wore was a bit risque for a professional, but nothing truly vulgar from her perspective. "Yea, okay," Kevin answered at last, unlatching the door and opening it for her.

The place was reasonably well-kept; the possessions were cheap and practical, but Kevin still had an outdated gaming system by his well-used TV. He was a lean young man, wearing loose-fitting cargo pants, sneakers, and a wifebeater. It was quite the contrast to Sarah, who had come in her high heels to compliment her dress. The way that Kevin sat down to eye up her plump backside, it looked like they had complemented other things as well.

“So, how have you been doing lately?” Sarah offered with a smile.

“Lot better since you came in,” Kevin grinned back, far more wickedly. Sarah blushed at the sly compliment of sorts, even if it made her more uncomfortable than flattered. She sat down in the couch across from him and gathered up her paperwork.

She was able to get some basic information from him. How long he’d been there, his family’s names, basic medical history, and so on. Things were going fairly smoothly until Kevin started with questions of his own.

“Are those real?”

“Excuse me?”

“Those tits of yours. They’ve got be fake, yea?”

“What!? No they’re not!” Sarah was all natural, of course. She liked some attention sometimes, but she wouldn’t go so far as to get implants. She wasn’t anywhere near that trashy!

“You’re kidding me!” Kevin laughed out loud. “Big as those on a body like that? How big are they, anyway?”

“It’s none of your business! It’s got nothing to do with the meeting. Now let’s finish this so we can both get on with our day.” She went on with her questions, but she felt Kevin's stares zeroing in on her chest. She shifted her sitting position a bit, trying to turn a bit to the side to make them less obvious. Kevin's sinister grin widened as she realized it was not only hard to hide a girl of her size, but trying was only making them jiggle more.

"Those must be really good fakes. Who did those for you? I know a girl who's shopping around," Kevin pried.

"I told you that they're real," Sarah insisted, blushing over her soft cheeks as she shuffled her feet impatiently.

"Still hard to believe. Hey, I bet I could tell if I could feel them."

rapping her pen anxiously on her clipboard. "I'm here trying to help you and you're being..." She had a few choice words she wanted to shout at him, but she was struggling to stay professional. She settled on "...you're just being Irrelevant!"

Kevin sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Fine, fine.  Let's just get it over with."

"Thank you," Sarah sighed, though still red in the face. "Now how much did you say the house was worth?"

"...sorry, I thought you meant we were going to get on with feeling up your tits."

"Alright, that's about enough of that," Sarah huffed and started picking up her papers. She'd hoped it would be more intimidating than it was, but Kevin just eyed up her jiggling jugs some more as she readied herself to leave. "Oh, that is IT! I don't have to let you talk to me like that. If you're behaving like this, I'm going to have to terminate the meeting and reschedule."

Sarah stood up to go, but right as she started, Kevin reached out for her. Rather than urging her to stop, he simply reached down her cleavage, fearlessly grabbing her by the dress. Sarah was too quick to rise out of her seat, eyes going wide as she felt a set of hands on her big proud breasts besides her husband's. Kevin didn't stop here, apparently fed up with waiting for his answer as he ripped down on the dress, tearing the flimsy summer dress completely off of her body.

Sarah was left wearing nothing but her basque, stockings, heels, and a lot of blushing skin as her main article of clothing was ripped off of her. Sarah pawed at herself as if trying to find a second dress on herself somewhere to cover up with.

"How... what... give that back!" she yelped, more a plea than a command. Her near nudity left her too vulnerable to feel that she was the authority figure in this scenario. She was alone in a stranger's house in her underwear, after all.

"No way," Kevin smirked, holding onto her torn dress and holding it away from her, even if she wasn't physically pursuing it.

"But... but I'm naked!"

"Not entirely! I can hardly see your nipples like this." Sarah looked down in her skittish paranoia, Kevin laughing when she actually looked to see if her tits were actually hanging out that far.

"Kevin," she insisted, a bit more firmly but her voice still quivering. "I NEED that dress. How else am I going to get back to work?"

"See what I care. Go home and get another one. Buy one at the store. But I'm keeping this," he grinned, crumpling it up into a ball and stuffing it into the couch beside him. "Now get out my house."

"What?!"

"You heard me. You're on my property. You said you were leaving. Now leave before I call the cops on you."

Sarah flushed, having a few hard encounters with the police over some strange misunderstandings. She froze for a moment, but then ran off for the door, Kevin eying up her wide ass and the rest of her jiggling body the entire way.

Sarah grabbed her purse and keys, stepping out into the street. She realized why this was the bad part of town very quickly; her car had several cartoonish faces and symbols spraypainted over the windshield and the body. Two of the windows had been smashed in, and considering that nothing appeared to be missing, it was purely a case of vandalism. At a second glance, she realized that nothing on the INSIDE had been taken. Her car was up on cinder blocks, allowing whatever swarm of thugs that had come by to steal her tires out from under her.

Across the street, a pair of teen boys were snickering and pointing at her. Sarah blushed and tried to get behind her car to cover her embarrassing attire. The tires were gone, and even if they weren't, there was no way she could see through the windows with all the spraypaint.

"Hey, guys!" Kevin had leaned out the window, eyes going between the two boys and the flustered Sarah. "The blonde pig. Go get her!"

Sarah gasped and looked at him, turning back to the two new boys. She stared as they advanced on her, crossing the street towards her. She waved her hands in a wordless, panicked plea for mercy, looking around for any sort of help. The street had no one who seemed to care, and not a police officer in sight. With nothing else left, Sarah ran into the nearest alley she could find.

Sarah was still an easy target for the boys. Her high heels were still clicking noisily on the pavement, making her no problem to track. They were also her worst choice in footwear when it came to running, and they only had to walk casually to keep up with her. Kevin walked briskly to catch up and join the boys in their casual pursuit.

“Jay! Here!” Kevin called as he picked up a half brick off the street, tossing it to his advancing friend.

“Thanks, man,” Jay replied with a grin. He lazily aimed his shot at the mess of blonde and chucked the projectile. The piece of brick shattered into rubble against her skull, Sarah’s legs went rubbery as her eyes rolled, stumbling a few steps dizzily before she ran into a wall. Her big mostly bared boobs acted like slutty airbags, bouncing off the stone before her face did and landing on her back in the middle of the alley.

"Nice shot," Mike praised, the boy who had been loitering with Jay.

“It was easy with that big a target. Where’d you find this one?” Jay chuckled as they walked the rest of the distance to Sarah’s pathetic form. He gave her a curious kick, as if her breasts were the tires on a car.

"Some office lady that came poking around," Kevin dismissed with a shrug. "Almost thought you two had sent me a stripper as a gag from how she was dressed."

Mike laughed at the comment. "No way. What kind of sick strip club would take a big fat Barbie doll like that?"

Kevin knelt down and pulled up on Sarah's hair, forcing her head up off the ground. She gave a sudden howl of pain, flailing her arms as if she were trying to swim away from the awful situation she was in. "You hear my friend, fat Barbie? What kind of strip club would hire a piggie like you?"

"I... I don't!" was the best Sarah could babble out. Her head hurt, and she felt dizzy even before the pulling on her hair. Kevin just yanked harder, forcing Sarah to rise to her feet to keep up with his grip. He pushed her so that her back hit the wall, allowed her to stand (or some crude mimicry of standing, at least).

"Haha, look at that jiggly softy!" Jay mocked loudly, stepping up and being the first to bury a fist into Sarah's soft belly. The blonde let out a big "OOF!" as his knuckles dug into her soft rolls, making her bend over sharply as she coughed for air.

Mike stepped up next to the other boys, effectively surrounding the red-faced Sarah against the wall. "Hey, stand up, you stupid cow! Your boobs can't be so heavy that you can't stand up, can they?" Mike grabbed and pulled on her hair again so that her head bumped against the brick wall. She let out a quick, miserable moan as her head was rattled again, knocking her back into a pained and humiliated silence.

"Man, look at them bounce!" Jay laughed, leaning in to throw a slap at Sarah's tits past his friend holding her down. Sarah yelped as her breasts wobbled around as if threatening to leap right out of her basque, the boys laughing at the ridiculously mobile jugs. "Damn good boob job if you ask me!"

Sarah started to protest, just to get another fist in the belly from Kevin that took the words right out of her mouth. "Nobody asked you, you chubby little liar. She's just tell you they were real. Crazy, huh?"

"Right! Not a chance," Jay laughed back, grabbing one of Sarah's big round breasts and shaking it around, stretching and pinching the fleshy orb with an aggressive curiosity that got some pained moans and whines out of Sarah.

"See? They're sensitive like that cuz they had work done," Kevin noted as if he were some sort of expert on the subject. He grabbed Sarah's other breast and pulled it in the opposite direction, making the chubby blonde scream and try to flee from the boys. Their grip on her chest proved too firm, and she ended up being yanked back easily, her head bouncing off the brick wall again.

"Hey, no fair leaving," Jay grinned at her, eying up her panting, sweaty figure. "Awful rude leaving without doing your job first. Ain't it, fat Barbie? Besides, you aren't going anywhere like that."

Jay stamped his sneaker down on the toe of Sarah's high heeled shoe, making her yelp and hop up and down on one foot while clutching her hurt toes. The boys laughed at her comical, almost cartoonish reaction.

"Wow, you got a real fun new toy there, Kev," Mike laughed, watching her big boobs and wide ass bounce along with her ridiculous hopping motion. It was simple enough for Kevin to stick his leg out, letting Sarah's one standing trip right over it. Sarah let out a startled scream just before her face and tits bounced off the alley's unforgiving cement.

The kids laughed at her expense while Sarah felt around blindly. Her hands bumped into some strewn about trash, knocking some cans away as she managed to fumble her way onto all fours. She tried to crawl for the alley's entrance, wiggling her big rear behind her.

"Oh man, now she REALLY looks like a pig! All fours and everything! You must have trained her good to get her to act like that!" laughed Jay as if she were doing it on purpose. "It's like she's begging for it!"

"Yea, she really does," Kevin said with a sinister grin, starting to stroll after the bumbling blonde. "You think she likes it from behind?"

Sarah just gasped and tried to crawl faster, only to find she wasn't very good at it. In her hurry, one of her hands slipped and stumbled, making her an even easier target. Kevin slowed down a pace or two, just to wind up his leg and send his shoe flying up between her legs.

"AOOOHHHH!" Sarah flew forward, flattening her face on the ground as her feet kicked frantically, bouncing her bottom for them even further. Her hands went between her legs, cupping her crotch beneath her snug-fitting basque.

“Careful now! You’re gonna get your boobjob all dirty!” Mike laughed circling around Sarah and grabbing her by the hair. He pulled up on it hard enough to lift her head off the pavement, getting a long, pathetic squeal from the big blonde.

"Hey, over here, man!" Kevin waved to his friends, urging them over towards the dumpster. He lifted the lid up as high as he could, letting the boys pick up on his idea and force Sarah to stumble over. She was still holding her crotch and stumbling in a way that had her look a bit like a drunk stripper to a passing observer, if they were unaware of the beating and torment she'd just gone through.

Sarah felt her soft stomach push against the edge of the dumpster, forcing her to flop her limp, weak arms, head and heavy breasts over the edge of the messy metal bin. Sarah fumbled with the side to try to push herself up, but Kevin slammed the lid down on her head with a loud clang. Her head bounced wildly for a moment before she clutched the back of her skull, too stunned to properly shout and settle for a miserable hiss.

"Hear that? Fat Barbie's balloons are leaking!" Mike snickered, getting a laugh out of his friends before Kevin went on playing with the lid. He lifted it up as far as he could easily reach, slamming it up and down on Sarah's tender head. Her chubby, barely-clothed body sticking out of the dumpster twitched as it stuck out, this time forcing a short scream out of her with each jiggle-inducing strike.

Sarah finally slid down to her knees, leaning weakly against the dumpster. Her head lolled dizzily as her brains felt like they were bouncing around inside her head. She tried to stand up, but Jay pushed her from behind so that she slammed back into it. The way she landed left her breasts resting on the edge of the container, Sarah realizing too late that her bust was in a perfect position to be crushed when the lid came down like a guillotine.

Sarah let out a shrill, painful cry as she tried to pull away, but the clamping lid of the dumpster held her tits in place. She just ended up scrambling in place, pulling and pushing uselessly against the heavy metal bin.

“Wow, look at that fat butt jiggle!” Mike laughed, stepping up behind Sarah and smacking the blonde’s wide ass. Sarah could only wail and whine as she tried to lift the heavy lid off of her chest. She was finally getting her breasts free from the filthy trap when Jay knelt down behind her.

"I prefer what's on the other side of those chunky thighs, if you know what I'm sayin'." Jay accented his lewd comment with a quick uppercut between her legs, punching Sarah directly in the crotch.

"UGGGH!" Sarah let out a loud and very unflattering grunt, grabbing herself between the legs as she stumbled back until her butt hit the wall. Her eyes and mouth were open wide with pain, emitting a sickly gurgle as she nursed the pain behind her panties.

Her hands were locked to her aching crotch, allowing Mike to step up to her and slug her right in the belly, adding to her nausea.

"Careful you don't lose a hand in that gut!" Kevin mocked loudly behind him, but Mike just smiled and pounded her over and over, working Sarah's soft midsection like a punching bag. The busty blonde could only jiggle on the spot and grunt rapidly as the fists easily found their mark on their big round target.

By the time Mike had stopped, Sarah's stomach was bruised up behind her basque and she felt absolutely nauseous. She fell to her knees in front of the boys, her blonde head rolling dizzily.

"On her knees already!" Kevin laughed. "Told you I had this piggy trained." Sarah looked up at him to plead and protest, but Kevin had already raised his foot and kicked his sole across her cheek. Sarah fell back onto her bountiful ass, rubbing her cheek when Kevin and Jay each grabbed one of her arms. They pulled on them together, working her like a slingshot as they flung her across the alleyway, letting her run into the opposite wall with a comical splat when her half-bared breasts connected with the bricks.

Sarah seemed to stick to the wall for a moment before she bounced off, staggering groggily and holding her head. The blonde was still trying to figure out where she was and what kind of truck had hit her when Kevin punched her with a mean right hook squarely in the nose.

Sarah let out a shrill, pathetic cry of pain as her head snapped with the blow, bending over and holding her face.

"Oh DAMN! I heard that from over here!" Mike laughed uproariously. "What'd you do man, crack her skull?!"

"Doesn't matter if you did. It'd just be empty anyway. No brains to leak out," Jay snickered along with him, Sarah still wailing and clutching her face. She gingerly removed her fingers, looking a bit loopy as the boys could see her nose knocked crooked by the heavy blow. It was swollen, but not bleeding, as some small saving grace.

Sarah wobbled on her feet drunkenly, looking ready to collapse from the dizzying pain when Kevin grabbed her by her sweaty blonde locks. "I say we teach Miss Piggy here how to hit the pavement," he boasted to his boys. Mike and Jay grinned and moved in behind her, grabbing hold of Sarah by the edge of her basque and her chubby thighs. Kevin reached around Sarah's midsection, squeezing her big soft breasts like a pair of handles.

"Please, no..." Sarah grunted, barely audible with her stuffy nose and rattled brains.

"Shoulda let me touch those big fake knockers of yours sooner," Kevin scolded with an amused smile, right before he lifted her upside down. The other boys were needed to help lift and balance her legs and ass, but she was flipped over completely. Her high heels and round legs kicked frantically in the air, as if trying to run away while her feet were fully off the ground.

"One, two, three!" Kevin counted down for them, letting Sarah sweat the ominous chant of the boys before her sharp and sudden fall. Mike and Jay pushed down on her feet while Kevin dropped down, delivering a devastating piledriver that pushed her skull straight onto the pavement. Another loud crack came from Sarah's body before she fell limply to the ground, eyes crossed and twitching randomly while seeming out cold.

"Hoo!" Mike hooted enthusiastically, standing back up from the drop. "Can't believe we actually lifted up that blonde whale."

"Man, did she ever jiggle though," Jay chuckled back, looking at their stunned victim. "I'm not kidding though. My psycho sister put her Barbie in the microwave once. It looked kinda like that."

"Not fat enough. Even if you melted her down, Barbie couldn't be as big and lumpy as that," Mike insisted, though Kevin just observed her thoughtfully.

"I don't think she's done," Kevin declared. The other boys looked up at him, their leader rubbing his chin deviously. "You guys head over to the hardware store. Get a padlock and anything messy you can find. Meet me back here in a few minutes." Kevin placed his foot on Sarah's breast, pressing his sneaker down on it like a hunter with a freshly killed lioness. "She's not going anywhere for a while."

The boys regrouped quickly with their supplies, giggling over Kevin's gradually manifesting plan. They grabbed Sarah's limp body and tossed her into the dumpster, the same one that they had used to crush her head and breasts. Mike kicked the side of the dumpster a few times, the thick metal clanging and waking up their captive blonde. Sarah writhed and moaned, slowly realizing the garbage she was rolling in. She cringed and sat up, only for a thick wave of purple paint to fall onto her. Sarah shrieked and tried to shield herself, her underwear and skin still sticky with the stuff.

"Morning, fatty!" Jay called over the edge, laughing as she tossed the emptied bucket in after her. "We found you sleeping in your new home, so we thought we'd bring you breakfast in bed!"

Sarah spat out a bit of the paint and wiped off her eyes. "What? This is crazy! Let me out of here!" she demanded, though fear and pain making her voice quiver. The boys just laughed at her demands.

"Alright, fine. We'll get you some more," Kevin replied, the boys dumping out a big jar of glue over her next. She tried to dodge in the cramped and dirty space, but the paste just made the random garbage stick to her that much easier. Burger wrappers and toilet paper tubes stuck to her clothes and skin the more she tried to roll around. Her dodging just did more efort towards making her look... well, like a pig.

"And it's time for your main course, blubber butt!" Kevin declared, holding up a plastic container. It had a few dozen crickets and mealworms from the pet store locked inside, the kind used to feed lizards and turtles. Sarah cringed at the sight of the harmless but creepy insects, shaking her head.

"Oh no! No, don't you dare!" she yelped, but Kevin popped off the lid and shook them out into the dumpster with her. They watched as she shrieked and tried to push them away, the bugs crawling and hopping around their newfound space. Some of them went into the trash, while others investigated Sarah and quickly grew stuck to her disgusting layers of paint and glue. Sarah howled and tried to crawl to freedom, just for Kevin to shut the lid and slap the padlock onto the outside.

"That'll keep her," Kevin said to his boys with a smug smirk on his face. "At least until the garbage trucks come by."

"That's assuming they figure out she's not just a big lumpy trash bag!" Mike laughed, high fiving Kevin as they walked back to their homes, ignoring the pleas and screams coming from the dumpster.

"Listen, Sarah. We all know this job can be stressful. In fact, I challenge you to find a job that isn't."

Sarah sat in the chair across from her boss, sniffling and crying while she listened meekly. She was past most of the swelling and showered off the smell, but the bigger bruises lingered on her skin. She still had medical tape across her swollen nose, straightening it out to heal properly from its broken state.

"But it's all part of the job. There's always risks working with the underprivileged. It's why the company insurance covers your car, so no need to worry about all that."

Sarah let out another quick sob, having almost forgotten about her car amidst all the rest of her pain and humiliation. Insured or not, it was one more thing for her to worry about.

"But I think it's best if you just laugh it off. It's nothing an Aspirin and a long bath couldn't fix. Besides, that dress of yours was starting to get a bit old anyway, am I right?" Sarah just cried and wiped her tears from her reddening eyes. "But seriously, Sarah. You have to realize that while we're doing a lot of good here, we're a business first. And if you can't help Kevin, you're not help to us. I need you to really reach out to the boy. Build a relationship with him. Get to know him if you have to."

"But... but...!" Sarah blubbered, but her boss stood up from his desk and raised a silencing hand.

"And if you can't handle one simple job like that, I'm going to have to report that you're useless to the company and terminate you. Alright, that's enough of all that." Her boss stepped up and opened the door for her, Sarah finally forced to sit up and leave, still weeping hysterically.

"Oh, cheer up a little," her boss insisted, giving Sarah an encouraging smack on the ass. Sarah jumped in surprise, but kept on sobbing. "Won't make any friends without a smile on your face."