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The place was reasonably well-kept; the possessions were cheap and practical, but Kevin still had an outdated gaming system by his well-used TV.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."

Sarah's Wedding Vows: The Return of Monica "Chilli Powder" Rodriguez

finally a sequel to the old commissions for Sarah, everyone's favorite chubby blonde punching bag!

Sarah's husband had mixed feelings about the whole event. It was all a big to do; Sarah had kept insisting on them holding a party to renew their vows, though he felt like the whole thing was a waste of time and money. His nephew Andrew had actually been the one to push him over the edge into caving on the matter. "Let her have her big day again," he'd said. "But let's make an extra surprise in there. It'll make the party great for everyone else. I promise."

A few swapped ideas and bills and they were in business. So the groom about to become a groom again sighed and adjusted his tux before heading out to his second big day, knowing there was more to come than that.


The big event over with, people were loosening up around the party. A few drinks went around and the kids were allowed to run around the let off some steam after sitting still through the ceremony. There were long tables full of food of all sorts, and a few caterers carried around appetizers and snacks. A table was also full of wedding gifts, reason enough for Sarah to go all out on the party to thank everyone for the gifts.

Sarah herself was in a low cut gown, gold and white with the edges of a white basque covering some of the lower edges of her breasts. A set of gold-colored heels were the finishing touches, which she gladly showed off to her girlfriends while they chatted excitedly about the day.

A short while into the party end of the gathering, a few murmurs and gasps came from the crowd. Some of the children giggled or cheered at the sight of the tall Spanish woman, recognizing her from a party not a full year ago. She wore the same iconic boots, black tanktop with a flame pattern, and latex pants she had for most of her matches, and a small duffel bag slung over her shoulder that she tossed to sit beside the presents.

Monica "Chilli Powder" Rodriguez never slowed her pace, happy to be hired to take on the plus-sized blonde jobber again from one of her favorite customers lately. Sarah knew how to really sell that pain from the one time she'd crossed paths with her. It didn't mean she couldn't sell the act herself to keep the crowd on her side, so when she spotted the bride she balled her fists together and slammed them into Sarah's upper back.

"This' payback for Wrestle-Rama, piggy!" Monica shouted at the shocked Sarah, the blonde going right to her knees from the cheap shot. "You wanna make a scene?! Wanna jump me in front of all my fans!? Well it's your turn now, chica!" Monica turned to grab one of the thin wooden chairs set out and lifted it up, smashing it over Sarah's back and sending her flopping gracelessly into the grass as it shattered over her back.

Of course, no one moved to stop the show. The few that were truly surprised and confused had the story quickly relayed by the family members and friends who had been there for Andrew's birthday, their first encounter with the "act" Sarah liked to put on. If anyone but Andrew and her husband knew the truth, they didn't feel like interrupting the fun.

"C'mon, fat princess! Before you get a piece of your cake, you gotta get a big serving of Chilli!" The crowd cheered at her colorful taunt as Monica grabbed her by the hair, forcing her up again while she was bent over and shoving the blonde bridge's head into her armpit for a squeezing headlock. Sarah gagged and pushed clumsily at her, unable to escape the powerful woman's grasp.

The crowd was quick to give them their space while crowding around close enough to watch as Monica grabbed Sarah by the waistband of her dress, lifting her straight up over her head. The crowd let out various applause and cheers as Monica showed her skill by keeping Sarah balanced perfectly upside down over her shoulder halfway through her hold. It let Sarah's skirt flip upside down, baring her stockings, fancy shoes, and pristine white panties before slamming her backward into a suplex right through an emptied snack table.

The attending friends and family hooted and whistled at the showy move as Sarah rolled slowly on the table, snapped in half beneath her as she held her back and her pretty face twisted in agony. Monica sprang back to her feet, rolling her shoulders showily before turning back and stomping on top of Sarah's chest, her boot briefly flattening her big bosom to her ribs before they jiggled back into place.

"Still can't win a fair fight, huh, fat Barbie?" Monica mocked, leaning far over and patting her on the cheek roughly before she squeezed her face, forcing her into a "fish face" expression by squashing her cheeks inward. "Didn't learn your lesson at Andy's house? Well at least you can help me put on a show for these folks, right!?" The crowd reach a peak of its cheers for the shout out to them and the "continuity" that they were a part of as Monica forced Sarah to her feet. Her dress was already specked with grass and dirt on the white fabric, stumbling along in her golden heels while Monica pulled her hair like a leash.

Her stumbling walk came to a halt as Monica raised and then slammed her head down, plopping her face first into the punch bowl. The rich pink-red color splashed over her face, dress and hair, quickly staining the fairer colors as she bubbled and thrashed against the table and made an even bigger mess.

"Thirsty, piggy?!" Monica gloated, holding her under to choke on the juice for a few agonizingly long seconds. She finally lifted her back up, Sarah staggering on her heels clumsily as Monica picked up the big bowl with both hands. "Well, you can have the whole thing!" Monica smashed the fancy, fragile bowl over her head, toppling it into pieces around her as Monica's head rolled dizzily on her shoulders, eyes crossing and flopping face-first into the dirt.

"Ha! I missed wailing on you, Barbie!" Monica praised/mocked, grabbing Sarah by one leg and dragging her along after her across the grass, further staining her body and clothes. She finally tossed Sarah next to one of the tables, her back propped up against it as Monica braced her boot against Sarah's chest, squashing her jugs against her ribs.

"Time to do the dishes, MISSUS Piggy!" she commented on her dress, grabbing one of the ceramic plates from the table and raising it briefly for the crowd to see before she smashed it to pieces over Sarah's head. Her head rattled but it left her stunned in place, eyes rolling comically from the noisy whack to the head. The crowd cheered as Monica grabbed a second one, crashing it apart over Sarah's head again. By the third, the crowd started to chant and count along with her as she continued to go through the stack of dishes.

She finished off all 15 over Sarah's head, leaving her head rolling dizzily and pieces of the plates strewn over her clothes and stuck in her big cleavage. "Boy, you look a mess, Barbie," Monica taunted, grabbing a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket. "You look like you could use a drink!"

She shook up the bottle before popping it open, shooting the cork right into her forehead a moment before the foaming alcohol sprayed over her face and tits, leaving her sputtering and flailing her hands to try and block the incoming liquid. She did so poorly, soon sticky with bubbles and the fine drink as she sputtered and tried to shake out her hair and hands. "Come on, blondie. How can a big pig like you be such a lightweight? You really ought to finish the whole BOTTLE!" Monica tossed the bottle a short way, flipping it over in her hand to grab the neck and shattering it into pieces over her head.

Sarah wobbled comically before she fell over to the grass again, sparkling all over between the champagne and the flecks of glass. "Bit too much to drink," Monica grinned to the crowd, who laughed at the dazed Sarah. She could only mutter and moan weakly when Monica picked her up by the hair, dripping and stinking of alcohol as she staggered like a town drunk after her, big ass shaking behind her in her dress. "Ugh, like you weren't heavy enough! Ditching this tacky piece of dead weight!"

Monica grabbed the middle of Sarah's dress, tearing down to rip the broad skirt of it off of her, throwing it over Sarah's head while her snug white panties were bared to the crowd. As she let out muffled cries of confusion, Monica unleashed a few quick slams of her forearm into Sarah's defenseless head and chest. With her good and disoriented, Monica grabbed her arm and whipped her by it towards the low wooden platform that served as the stage for the ceremony and entertainment. Sarah screamed and ran at it out of control, flailing before her legs caught on the stage and she went rolling and bouncing onto it.

Monica followed, but not without grabbing the ice bucket that had once contained the champagne bottle first. Sarah crawled pathetically on the stage, her wet panties and wide ass wobbling in front of the laughing crowd. "Auntie Sarah's so funny," one of the kids giggled as Monica followed her up.

Monica took a microphone that was plugged into a nearby speaker, forcing Sarah back to her feet by a grip on the chest of her basque and tearing off the rest of her dress, leaving her with nothing but the corset-like garment and her panties (her impractical high heels long since fallen off with all her stumbling and falling over). With her down to her skimpy remains of her fancy attire, Monica patted her cheek.

"Now you look more like yourself, tramp," Monica joked into the mic, the crowd laughing as she turned to them. "Testing! One, two! You having a good time, folks!?"
"Yeaaaa!" they called back.

"Then I think you all deserve a little light show!" Monica stuffed the mic into Sarah's cleavage, burying it deep as the crowd heard her flesh shift and jiggle against the mic over the speakers. Monica got no resistance from the woozy Sarah, and once it was stuffed deep inside of her bosom, Monica gave them a painfully firm smack before she stepped back and threw the bucket of melted ice water over Sarah's body.

The immediate result was soaking her in the cold waters, but quickly after that she quivered and spasmed as the water short circuited the electricity in the microphone. It went shooting through her body as flashes of light and electricity bounces off her skin and hair, making the hair stand on end and her muscles twitch like crazy.

The crowd laughed at her cartoonish impression, Monica finally kicking the plug off the speaker with her rubber-lined boot, leaving Sarah smoking, coughing and looking out on her feet as she lolled from one side to the other. Monica was less noticeable in the background behind the smoking, chubby, half-naked woman, letting her easily sneak out the packet of red hot chilli powder that was her trademark in her more hardcore wrestling matches. She slipped up behind Sarah, tapping her shoulder. "Looks like you could use a little pick me up, piggy. Maybe we ought to spice things up a little!"

Sarah coughed out a cute puff of black smoke before she staggered instinctively, right into position for Monica to blow into her handful of powder. The dark red stuff went right into Sarah's eyes and nose, making her scream bloody murder and wipe at her face marked with soot and chilli powder. She stomped and scrambled around the stage while Monica seemed to ignore her and walk to the edge of the stage.

She picked up the wooden guitar there on the stand, weighing it in her hands curiously. "This' a nice guitar," she mused over the screaming. "Who's is this?" Sarah husband's best man raised his hand with a grin.

"I used to play. You mind if I use this a little?" The groomsman waved for her to go ahead, Monica nodding back to him and lifting it like a bat, turning and slamming the bulky end over Monica's head. There was a single loud, off-key note as it splintered over her head, her blonde head stuck through the busted wood. The crowd burst out laughing at her showy headshot as Sarah staggered backward, falling onto her ass in the grass as everyone applauded.

Monica got a short running start before she dropkicked Sarah in the tits, sending the white woman rolling like a big doughy ball head over heels. The roll in the dirt and the guitar shot seemed to get the static from her hair, though now it had some dirt and grass stuck in her golden locks. She rolled to a stop by the end of the food tables, her boobs wobbling to a stop a good 5 seconds after her body did.

"Geez, thought you were a Fat Barbie, not a Slinky!" Monica mocked her as she followed her over to the table. She twisted Sarah around into a suitable position before grabbing onto her ankles, shifting her footing and then leaning sharply backwards. Her strength and leverage snapped Sarah over Monica's head a bit like a makeshift slingshot, sending Sarah screaming over her and into the table behind them. Sarah crashed hard and managed to snap the table in half, rolling to her back a moment before she saw the large wedding cake sliding down before it splatted into her face.

The big formal wedding cake smashed over her face, cameras going off as people laughed uproariously. "Normally, I think the groom's supposed to feed the bride her first piece," chuckled Sarah's husband. "But this being our second ceremony, I'll let it slide this time, Miss Rodriguez."

"Gracias," Monica grinned back at him with a nod, clearly enjoying letting Sarah squirm and kick under the smothering mess of icing (just how she'd ordered it). Monica hefted off the top few layers and set it as best she could on the next table, grabbing a knife from nearby. Carmen wiped the frosting from her face, gasping and trying to scramble away clumsily when she saw the armed wrestler. Monica raised the knife, but used it to take a slice out of the untouched part of the cake and hand it off to a nearby kid. Only then did Sarah stop panicking, holding her bouncing bosom as if she had just suffered a heart attack, but of course the watching crowd didn't buy the exaggeration.

"You enjoy that, chico," she said with a grin, the boy giggling as he clutched it and started to dig in. "Cuz it's time for presents!" The kids gave a cheer, excited by Monica's contagious glee and the mere prospect of presents. The kids may not have considered that they would mostly be appliances, gravy boats, and other classy household items, but Monica would find a way to make them fun.

Monica went back to the stunned Sarah, grabbing her by the hair again to drag her on all fours to the nearby table overflowing with gifts. "That's enough cake for you! Now let's see what you got for tying down your man, you stinking hambeast. Here, pop that open for me!"

Monica grabbed and tossed one of the lighter gifts to a the tween girl watching nearby. "Rest of you kiddies, line up and open up a present! We're gonna turn this Fat Barbie into a pinata with em!"

The first girl arrived a moment later, handing Monica a set of spatulas for the couple's barbecue. "Nice work," Monica complimented the girl, taking one of them and lifting it high before WHAP! It smacked down on the bare skin of Sarah's tits, making it jiggle in her skimpy top as she screamed from the stinging utensil. Monica delivered several more slaps of the metallic weapon to leave her breasts bouncing from the painful whipping.

Another boy stepped up and offered the remains of a small package, Monica tossing the spatulas aside and picking up the pendant inside. "Nice piece," Monica complimented it, rolling it over in her hand and then winding it around her fist, pounding the chain-wrapped punch into Sarah's boobs. Each one bounced wildly in her basque from the hard shots, threatening to but never quite popping out of her top. Monica wrapped the necklace around Sarah's neck, pulling back sharply and letting it dig into the bride's soft neck. Sarah gagged and thrashed as the jewelry choked her out, pawing at the chain that was dug too deeply into her skin to get a firm grasp.

"What else you got?" Monica asked, reaching a hand out for another gift. One of the kids handed her a toaster, shifting her grip on the aluminum appliance. "Shame we can't plug this sucker in, but Miss Piggy would just get hungry and think I was gonna feed her." The crowd laughed as she released the chain, just to crash the new toy on top of Sarah's head with a loud and hollow clang.

"Her head must be empty too!" Monica mocked, tossing the appliance away. Another kid handed her a matching set of cologne and perfume bottles, Monica shaking them up in each hand. Sarah was still flopped limply in her chair, her chubby legs spread out shamelessly in her stupefied state and getting various snickers and giggles from the crowd. Monica stepped back in front of her, bracing one booted foot on the chair before she unloaded on Sarah’s face, pumping both of the scented sprays into the witless bride. Sarah screamed as soon as it hit her eyes, instantly making them water with the various chemical, but then getting it into her mouth and nose by her own clumsy breathing and screaming. She quickly started to gag, grabbing at her neck as her face changed to a few different colors, the kids laughing at the exaggerated slapstick.

“She’s like a Tom and Jerry cartoon, mommy,” one of the little boys pointed out to his chuckling and cheering parents.

Monica handed the bottles back to the boy with what was left, nodding towards the slowly growing pile of presents/weapons. One boy brought over a thin, wide one, Monica opening what appeared to be a cigar box. Sure enough, when she opened it completely, there were a few fine cigars inside, as well as a discretely included pair of fuzzy handcuffs as a gag gift. The crowd laughed as Monica quickly took an interest in them, lifting up the pink binding toys and twirling them on one finger.

“Look cute, don’t they?” Monica asked one of the kids, the adults laughing as she missed the point and nodded. “Well they look cute, but they work. Trust me.” The Spanish woman winked to the crowd suggestively, getting another laugh as she grabbed Sarah’s hands and pulled them behind the chair, looping the handcuffs through and snapping them onto her. As comical as it looked, Sarah was stuck there and even more defenseless.

Sarah soon found herself put through nearly every present Monica got her hands on. The wrestler opened up a pair of towels with their initials on them, dipping them into ice water and whipping them onto her tits and belly with loud, nasty cracks. Monica opened up a big box of chocolates, grabbing a bit handful from them. "Looking to sneak in another snack, Fat Barbie?" she mocked before she crammed the candy into her face, half of it crumbling over her lips and cheeks while the rest were forced into her mouth and throat, choking her on them. Monica even took a moment to pick one out for herself before tossing another back at the kid who had given her the box, skillfully landing it right in the girl's mouth with a round of applause for her good catch. Monica went on to take out a nice new set of silverware, just to take a pair of forks in hand to prod at her like a Christmas ham, making Sarah howl in pained surprise and jump up with each little poke.

"Phew, you're starting to stink like sweat and chocolate," Monica said with an exaggerated wave at her nose. "We need something to wash that out. Anyone of you kids got any soap?!" The remaining kids shuffled through their stuff before a small boy raised up his hand with a small box of various soaps.

"Perfect! Come on over, big guy!" He jogged over and handed off the stuff, Monica lifting and yanking the cap off a bottle of shampoo, dumping the whole thing over her. Sarah sputtered and tried to breathe through the goop, but when her gasping mouth opened wide, Monica stuffed a whole bar of soap into her mouth. Sarah sputtered and kicked her chubby legs in protect, but a few of the people from the first party started to chant.

"Take a bite! Take a bite! Take a bite!"

Monica grinned back at them, turning to face the crowd rather than her "opponent." "You all wanna see that again?!" she called to the crowd, chanting louder in response to the showmanship. Monica took a few paces back as Sarah was too busy gagging on soap and blinded by shampoo to notice. The Spanish girl charged her at top speed and threw a high kick at her, her boot heel slamming into Sarah's jaw hard enough for her to not only bite right through the soap, making her instinctively swallow the one half, but her chair flying over backward and knocking her off of it. Sarah rolled off it clumsily before landing in a heap beside the gift table, finding herself awkwardly bound to the chair by the cuffs.

“Miss Monica? You dropped this,” offered one of the little boys helpfully, handing her back the half that had flown out of her mouth. Monica laughed as she took it from him gently, giving the young man a firm hug. Some of the adults laughed at the blush on the youngster’s face.

“Good catch, handsome! Tell you what: do you want to grow up and be a wrestler just like Miss Monica?"

The kid nodded, and Monica ruffled his hair as she stood back up. She pulled the chair back upright and stuck the rest of the soap into Sarah's mouth. She pinched Sarah's nose shut, forcing her to choke down the rest of the soap out of instinct. She gagged and burped as it went down, but kept from wretching it back up.

"Let's see if this trick still works," Monica said, holding the boy's shoulder and urging him over to the battered and sticky Sarah. She patted Sarah right on her softly rippling stomach. "Hit her right there for me. Hard as you can."

The blushing boy nodded and wound up way back, burying his little fist right into Sarah's belly button. Sarah gave another quick gag before she suddenly burped, releasing a large bubble out of her lips as she did. The crowd broke into huge cheers and laughter at the spectacle, Monica picking the boy up on one shoulder and patting him on the back as he took his first steps towards his potential wrestling career and his first crush.

Monica set the kid down and went back to Sarah. "Well you sure got your fat butt kicked like a pinata... but you don't quite look the part. You wait here, okay?" She patted Sarah's cheeks, the woman still too dazed to respond and her hands still cuffed to the chair. She went back to her gym bag, pulling out a large jar of paste as large as her head. The crowd gradually turned into an amused "Ohhh!" as they caught up to speed with her plan.

Monica went back to Sarah, a smoking, dirty and sore mess left waiting for her. She looked up groggily just before Monica dumped the paste all over her, splashing the milky cream all over her skin and face as she screamed and squirmed. The kids all shared a laugh at her before Monica clapped her hands for them sharply. “Okay, ninos! Grab some wrapping paper! We’re about to turn this chubby clown into a mummy!”

The kids all cheered and charged in, covering her in the discarded wrapping paper. “Get it all over her now! Push in hard! You know how pigs sweat, and we don’t want that paper just falling back off!”

"It really was nice of her to let the kids enjoy the gifts rather than just herself," commented one of the mothers, still wholly buying the “act” of Sarah’s comical wrestling match. The kids were having fun squishing her big soft body all over with the paper, pressing it in too hard to squash her around beneath it. The paper pressed over her mouth and nose, nothing so tight as to keep her from breathing but certainly unpleasant with the smell of paper and glue sticking all over her face and body.

The clumsy and hasty wrapping in place, the kids backed up to see Sarah still nearly upside down, cuffed to the chair and covered head to toe in mismatched wrapping paper. "Bueno, kiddies," Monica encouraged them as they had her entirely engulfed in the stuff. She undid the cuffs, but grabbed a handful of blonde hair sticking out the back of Sarah's head amidst all the paper.

Monica lifted her up to her knees, Sarah's muffled shouts and protests indecipherable as Monica herded the kids into lining up. "Think it's time we finished playing with the bride so she can go on her way. So everyone line up and give a big kick right here and say 'Happy honeymoon!' Got it?" She pointed to their target of choice, the kids giggling and nodding.

"Happy honeymoon!" they cheered together, then the line started to move. The first young boy stepped up, Monica holding Sarah's arm and hands up so he was free to follow her instructions and kick Sarah squarely in between her legs.

"AWWWW!" Sarah groaned comically at the low blow, trying to fall over and cover herself, but couldn't with Monica holding her up. The kids walked up one after the other, repeated the phrase and the gesture each time.

"Happy honeymoon!"
"AUGGGHH!"
"Happy honeymoon!"
"UNFFF!"
"Happy honeymoon, Miss Piggy!"
"AAACK!"
"Happy honeymoon, Fat Barbie!"
"URGGGGH!"

"She's like a magic eight ball! You never know what sort of nonsense is going to come out of her!" Monica gloated, the kids and adults alike laughing at her. When everyone had a turn (and a few cut back in line to get another shot), Monica shoved Sarah to bend her over on all fours, leaning over the chair with her papery tits squashed into the steel.

"I just gotta see one thing. Your butt's so big I kind of lost track of it." Monica peeled off a few pieces of the wrapping paper before finding the buried treasure she wanted: Sarah's ass still had the brand on her broad buns from before, the AJ from Andrew's pendant still scarred into her soft flesh.

"I knew it! You really are Andrew's favorite auntie," Monica cackled. "In fact... Andy! You still here?!"

There was some applause as Sarah's pesky nephew came forward,  waving to everyone and shaking hands with Monica when she offered. "Pleasure doing business with you again. Now this piglet bridge needs a finisher. You mind giving me a hand with that?"

The crowd cheered in encouragement, and Andrew smiled and shrugged. "Well, if you all insist," he replied, Monica patting the fun-loving young man on the shoulder. Monica hefted her back to her feet, bend over so her partly exposed ass stuck out. Even this deep into the fight, her deep cleavage made a soft splashing noise as a mix of crumbs, chocolate, champagne and punch spilled out from her deep, round breasts.

"Just grab her feet when they go up and push," Monica said, nodding upward towards where her feet would end up. Monica wrapped her arms around Sarah's midsection, hands locking just before her hefty breasts and squashing them up towards her face. The Spanish girl gave a big grunt, leaning back up and lifting Sarah almost perfectly upside down. Her chubby legs kicked weakly, but the professional wrestler kept her balance to the whistling and applause of the crowd. Andrew let her hold her ominously above the ground a moment before he grabbed his aunt by the feet and the two of them spiked her head down, thumping hard into the solid ground near the driveway.

Sarah bounced once before finally flopping down, a chubby, sticky rag doll left on the ground. The crowd popped in approval, wild cheers going up for the big finale. Monica motioned them to wait before she went back towards the front of the house, returning after a few seconds. She was wheeling along a huge crate, similar to a coffin in its size and length. Clearly it was built to carry something about the size of an adult person.

"Had to order the extra wide for her, but I think she'll fit. Who wants to see this mummy go back in her tomb?!" The crowd gave one more cheer of "YEAAA!" as Monica slung Sarah over her shoulder, dumping the punch-drunk, barely-dressed bride into the crate. Sarah nailed it shut on each corner, then slapped a sticker with an airplane and some fine text printed out over it. Monica strutted back over to Sarah's husband, reaching into her cleavage and producing a few stamps.

"Want a lick, big guy?" she grinned impishly, the man laughing and taking the stamps politely before licking them for her and handing them back. Sarah stuck them on next to the label and leaned on it with an assuring wave to the crowd. "Don't you worry. She's just taking her own flight to the honeymoon spot. Cheaper this way anyway." She paused, but then shrugged. "But I didn't check the label too closely. She might just go to a slave trader. Or maybe somebody will think she's some mummified fat pharaoh and throw her into a museum for kids to poke at."

The crowd laughed and clapped some more as a truck pulled up to the front. Right on time as Monica's rental time went up, the boys showed up on time to pick up her "package." They wheeled Sarah's crate into the back, ignoring the groans coming from inside as Monica went back to her fans, giving out autographs and soaking up praises for the show. She gave her card to a few especially eager fans among the family and friends, and Andrew was sure to post their picture on his Facebook that night.

It showed Andrew smiling widely, Monica having slung her arm around his head and squeezing him almost playfully into the side of her chest. A big lipstick mark was visible on his one cheek. The accompanying post read "Thanks to Sarah and her husband for that spicy wedding!"

Birthday Bash pt 2: Afterparty

sequel to the earlier story, which sounds like it got pretty popular. it's more of a humiliation story than a normal match, but if you like a plump girl getting embarrassed and beat up by younger guys and generally being made into a mess, good times for all

Sarah and her husband were on their way back from a fairly pleasant date. A talkative night over dinner and a decent movie, and they were having more fun tearing it apart on the ride home than they were actually watching it. While her husband drove, Sarah's cel phone went off. A brief conversation and she hung up, nodding to her husband.

"My brother just called," she sighed. "Andrew's at a party and he's supposed to be home by now. They wanted to know if I could pick him up since we're closer to the place than they are."

"And did you?" he asked.

"Of course! It's my brother! And I can't have him shoving that in mom's face next time at Thanksgiving!" she defended. She still hated the teenager and his pranks hadn't let up, though nothing as severe as the birthday party incident.

"What kind of party?" her husband asked as he turned the car to follow her directions.

"Well, considering they said they think he's drunk, it sounds like one he's not supposed to be at in the first place," she huffed. "Bunch of noisy teenagers that shouldn't be drinking either way..."

"Ah, I had my fun at that age," her husband smiled wistfully. "It's all harmless. Not that we're not getting him home," he added defensively. "Just don't be too hard on the little bastard."

Sarah smiled and shook her head. He knew the kind of trouble he put her through, and while it was all plenty funny to him, he sympathized and apologized after he'd laugh at her stories. At least he knew the boy had most of the blame, unlike most people who she told or even WITNESSED her suffering.

They reached the house where the music blasted and the lights were on all over the house. It wasn't deafening or shaking the walls, but there were certainly a bunch of rowdy kids of various ages. They all toted cups that were decidedly not see-through, preventing any authority figures from seeing what the kids at the front deck and throughout the house were drinking. The kegs and empty bottles inside were a pretty good clue, though, if the smell weren't enough for both of the adults to know better.

Sarah and her husband waded through the mess, asking a few kids before finding Andrew in the kitchen drinking with some friends.

"There you are!" Sarah barked at him. "Your mother's been worried sick! She said you refused to come home at all! Come on, we're going!"

His friends groaned or booed, but Andrew waved at them to calm down, even if his sloppy smile and clumsy hand-waving made it clear he was intoxicated. "Hey, hey, calm down. She's my cool aunt. Ain't that right, Auntie Sarah? Can't I stay for just a LITTLe longer? Then I'll go home. Promise!"

"What? No!" Sarah insisted. "This place is a mess and I won't just sit here and wait for you. Come on. In the car now!" She took Andrew's arm, trying to force him after her, but her husband set a hand on her arm.

"Alright, look, COOL Auntie Sarah," he offered. "How about we let Andy have one, ONE more drink..." He pressed the word, looking at both of the relatives as an enforcing mediator, making sure they both stuck to the idea. "Then he goes quietly with us. Agreed?"

Andrew's eyes lit up a bit excitedly as he smiled wide. A few kids started up a chant of "One more drink! One more drink!"

"Alright, fine!" Sarah blurted angrily. She pointed an accusing finger over at her husband. "But both of you boys had best behave."

"Perfectly," Andrew smiled, elbowing one of his friends and nodding at Sarah. They shared a few meaningful glances at eachother before one stepped forward.

"Hi, Dave Robinson," one friend introduced himself, offering Sarah a hand while Andrew started to fill up a fresh drink. "Were you the one at the birthday party? With the Mexican wrestler girl?"

Sarah groaned and rolled her eyes. "Yes, that was me," she grumbled. She was surprised as the boys and girls burst into excited smile and cheers, even more than the occasional burst of laughter. She recognized most of them from the part itself, but some looked completely new, suggesting word had quickly spread since the incident.

"Oh wow, that's amazing! Everyone still talks about that! You're a legend!" Dave blurted out excitedly.

"I was there!" piped up a blond girl. "That was incredible! I couldn't believe how good you made that look!"

Sarah realized that for all she knew, no one was made aware that it wasn't a show. They really must have thought she was some kind of stunt woman or underground wrestler. It was still embarrassing to hear the crowd eagerly praise and ask about her public beating and talent for taking a punch, but she decided it was better than the alternative and went with it.

"Do you mind a picture?" David asked first, starting a parade of copycats wanting the same. Sarah looked to her husband for approval, who smiled and lightly pushed at her back. She smiled and stepped forward, letting one of Dave's friends snap a picture off on his phone. The one taking the pic stepped in to hold out his phone and snap a "selfie" of them. The awkward angle meant he had to grab her around the waist and pull her close to him, and she wasn't perfectly comfortable with the close proximity and how her big breasts squashed into his chest, but she smiled anyway and got it over with.

But as they went on, the boys got no less handsy with her. She didn't know what to say about it, never being much of a celebrity before, but they kept hugging, grabbing, and squeezing her for their shots. Some of the shots were also taken a bit too high an angle for her liking, her simple dress unable to hide much of her enormous cleavage at that level.

And the boys and girls just got more touchy-feely from there. A dozen or so photos into it, she gasps and jumps as someone pinches her round ass. Her boobs hadn't stopped jiggling by the time she looked at the boy she was taking the picture with, but he was already thanking her and had his hands full as he was checking out the picture on his phone. She looked behind her where Andrew was nursing his drink, drawing it out and a number of his friends laughing with him. And more people walked back and forth through the kitchen to get their own drinks. It was impossible for her to tell who it was, so she let it go for now.

Except that it didn't stop with just one. She gave another high squeak when another unseen hand palmed her round ass, but she bit it back as she smiled for the camera. She spun around when it was through, but any apparent culprit of the goosing was gone. She'd hardly turned back when another boy walked by, giving her round ass a hard spank. She grabbed at her dress to keep its wild wobbling under control, only turning in time to see some other boy rush around the corner snickering. She took another pair of pictures, but let out a sharp "YOWWW!" at the next little surprise to her backside. She turned too clumsily and slow, ruining the first picture with her reaction caught on camera. She turned and found that stuck in her buttocks was a cocktail stick, forced to awkwardly pluck it out before trying the picture again.

She wasn't much of a fighter or even one to raise her voice (unless screaming in pain, apparently), and kept her mouth shut and kept smiling. One of the sloppy drunk girls even spilled a strong-smelling fruity drink down her cleavage, and no amount of napkins really got the stain or the smell out of her bosom. She assured them it was alright, just like she told the partying boy that bumped into her when he dropped a sticky chip covered in between her boobs. The second and third time it happened wasn't as funny, and she had to wind up pushing the hands away when they tried to go in after the chip.

"OHH!" She yelped loudly at one especially sharp booty pinch, taking a big helping of her round ass and twisting whatever it reached. She would have to check later in the shower if she had bruises back there! She'd had enough. She stormed back to the living room to find her husband, ready to make him force the young nephew to leave. He didn't look so keen to help, downing the last of his second bottle and talking up a small group of teenagers, all younger and skinnier than she was.

"That’s it!" she barked, stomping a foot in front of him and making her sloppy breasts bounce around. "We are leaving!"

"Oh, come now! Andrew's having fun, isn't he?" her husband smiled, a bit sloppily himself. One of the girls passed him a pair of bottles, and he impressed them by popping them open together with one hand. It was an old trick he'd once used to pick up Sarah so long ago. "Still got it!" he boasted before tapping the bottle heads together and passing one back to her, taking a pull from the other.

"Andrew can go to hell," she huffed, not daring to say to say so too loudly. "We're dragging him home if we have to. Him and his... disgusting friends can't keep their hands to themselves!"

"Sweetie, you're over-reacting," he assured her as he swallowed his mouthful of beer. "You're like a celebrity to them! Boys will be boys, after all, and they're just having fun with you."

"Well I'm not," she huffed, brushing some more chip crumbs from her chest.

Her husband chuckled and shook his head. "Well I can't have that. We'll leave really soon, I promise. In fact..." He reached into his pants pocket and produced the car keys, tossing them to her. "You're in charge now. Plus, I've had too many to drive now," he noted with another little snicker, the girls giggling along with him. She caught them in her hand, squeezing the keys angrily in her fist not so much at him but this whole situation. She wanted it over with, and dammit she was going to go end it now.

Sarah marched back into the kitchen, where she managed to find Andrew again still working on his drink (or perhaps he'd refilled it while she wasn't looking). "There you are!" she huffed, pointing at him sternly.

"Of course. I haven't moved since you found me," Andrew smiled proudly.

"We are going. Now!" she ordered.

"But my drink..."

"I don't care!" she huffed, red-faced and flustered without a single drink in her (though one or two were ON her, given the stains). She held up the keys to him like a badge of authority. "I'm driving, so if you want a ride, it's with me. Because I'm sure none of these kids ha-HEY!"

Andrew lashed out quickly, taking the keys from her raised hand before she knew what happened. She blinked at her empty hand stupidly for a moment while Andrew laughed proudly. "Wha... why you little brat! Give me those!"

"Better a little brat than a fat pig!" Andrew teased jovially, Sarah grabbing clumsily at the keys but he held them out of her reach. She groped for them blindly, but Andrew held her off long enough to throw them to one of his friends. They caught it and Sarah was left turning to try and catch them instead, only for them to keep the game of keepaway going.

"Haha! Piggy in the middle!" jeered Andrew as she scrambled after one of the other boys in a furious panic.

"This must be why you don't usually see whales on land," his friend mocked before throwing them over her head. She skidded to a stop and jumped to try and catch them, missing completely and only succeeding in making herself jiggle further. The boys actively started to throw them over her head, just to see her chubby form jump and miss them over and over, tits wobbling out of control in her dress.

"Not funny, Andrew!" Sarah fumed as she grabbed at them again.

"Looks pretty funny to me!" he laughed.

"Here, I can make it funnier," her friend Kevin offered, grabbing a toothpick from the table and as Sarah scrambled by for the keys again, he prodded her in the butt again. She yelped and spun around, losing track of the keys as she glared back at the boy. She turned back to Andrew, who had already passed off the keys but hid his hands behind his back. She shove and grabbed behind him, the snickering boy still hiding them only for her to look behind him, letting his other hand prod her in the ass with a cocktail stick.

She jumped and spun around again, the kids going back to tossing them again. Peter pretended to throw them to her, only for her to jump and catch the messy handful of salsa in her cleavage instead when he passed them off again.

"You give them to me!" she whined as if giving an overgrown tantrum, slapping at one boy's hand. He managed to quickly pass off the keys, but the wild slap knocking his beer from his hands instead. The group still laughed at it, and as Sarah turned to try and grab them in her pathetically fruitless chase, she slid on the puddle of beer she'd just spilled. She slipped and fell suddenly, thumping her head on the edge of the table, briefly going crosseyed before she collapsed on the floor.

There was a brief pause from the boys as the laughter calmed down, only for Andrew to squat down beside her and slap at her face. She groaned wearily and he flashed the other boys a thumbs up. "She's alive. Don't worry. Here, help me drag her upstairs. I can't carry this much weight on my own."

The boys pitched in, a foursome of them taking hold of whatever they could on the sloppy, unconscious curvy woman. They were all tipsy or outright drunk, and none of them organized about it, moving her up the stairs with all the efficiency of a few college kids moving a couch more than a person. It was all the more pronounced whenever they turned too sharply to try and fit up together, clunking her head noisily against the wall.

"No, left stupid," Andrew advised, the boys turning her the other way. Her head knocked against the banister with another loud thud. "Good enough," Andrew shrugged, starting to help heave her up again, ignoring the following bumps as her head hit the next few rails on the way up the steps.

"So what's the plan?" one of the other boys asked, Andrew nodding his head towards the bathroom with a grin. "Let's give her some water. That'll wake her up."

The other boys smiled back, and dragged her into the bathroom as Andrew instructed, propping her up in front of the toilet. Her head flopped limply against the seat, groaning and drooling witlessly.

"You sure she was the designated driver?" one of the boys asked, smiling down at the busty ragdoll.

"Not especially," Andrew shrugged. "Let's give her the wakeup call." He lifted Sarah by the hair, another boy lifting the seat and stuffing her face into the water and flushing it.

With some sputtering and choking, Sarah woke up suddenly and violently, trying to sit up while the boys held her head down, making her endure the full spiraling humiliation of the flush. They pulled back up with her coughing violently, spitting up some of the (thankfully clean) water into the toilet and onto her bulging wet breasts, her wet hair sticking to the sides of her face and hanging loosely.

"There's my fat weak auntie!" Andrew chimed, the boys laughing at her expense as she looked around dizzily, still dazed from being knocked out and then given a swirly from a bunch of drunk teenagers. "Did you have a good nap?"

"I'm sure she's used to being knocked out by now," laughed Peter, the friend who was throwing the party in the first place while his parents were away. "Just like at the last party she was at, right?"

"oh yea!" another boy agreed, smacking her ass derisively. Sarah could only groan and jiggle in reply to the abuse. "Fat Barbie, she called you. Was that your ring name or something, you weak old hog?"

"You act like she could even wrestle at all!" Andrew cut in. "She's just a big fat punching bag, aren't you?"

Sarah shook her head weakly, but she was too dazed to form a real reply. They dunked her face in again, her thrashing and trying to scream blowing up bubbles from the water as the boys laughed at her expense.

"See? She's always the best when she's getting her ass kicked," Andrew pointed out when they finally let her back up for air. "But she's so good at it!"

"Yea, the best loser in the business," another laughed as Sarah spat up more water while she was held up by her hair alone, not having the strength or balance to get to her feet under her own power.

"We should go save up and get that Monica girl out here again. Let her jump Miss Piggy here and have her way with her again."

"Nooo..." Sarah groaned out miserably, Andrew pulled back on her hair and tossing her so that her back landed against the wall. She sat there like a rag roll, weakly rubbing her aching head and the bumps that were growing on its surface.

"Well you don't get a vote," Andrew insisted at her. "You're the natural loser here. You're so good at it, you'd even lose the vote anyway." The boys laughed while Steve, one of the taller among the boys, rifled through the closet and grabbed a bottle from inside.

"How about we do her a little favor, guys?" he offered, but his clever smile still matched the rest of the group. "Let's give our queen hippo a makeover so she can hide from Monica when we send her out to get her. Make it a little fair at least."

Andrew saw the bottle, and its label for blue hair dye, smiling as he read. It must have been a leftover from a costume party that Pete's parents never felt like throwing out. "Yea, let's play dress up, Fat Barbie!" he gloated, the boys going to grab whatever they could. As a bunch of drunk teenage boys, they didn't know much about women’s hair products, but that seemed to work just as well for their goals.

Steve turned the bottle of die upside down over Sarah's head, splashing around and leaving random streaks of it in her wet hair. Steve dug his fingers into her scalp, scrubbing and pulling it into knots. She squealed and squirmed in his grasp, the dye mixing in unevenly into a sloppy mix of runny blue and dirty blond.

"Uhhnn, stop! Get off! Not my hair!" Sarah ranted, grabbing the edge of the bathtub and trying to push herself back up, unsteady and slow between her beating and her bulky, bosomy body. When she looked up, one of the boys had found a can of hairspray, blasting it into her eyes like a can of mace. It wasn't nearly so painful and debilitating, but Sarah couldn't tell the difference as she shrieked and immediately fell back over, bouncing briefly off the edge of the tub and landing back on the ground, clutching her face and wailing.

"I'm blind! I can't see!" she wailed, panicking at the chemical sting, though even the boys knew she was exaggerating.

"Well have a hair of the dog that bit you. That should help!" Andrew advised helpfully, motioning for the same boy to spray down her hair, the teens pulling, twisting and playing with her hair until it stuck out in wild directions and stayed that way.

The wet and sticky Sarah managed to wriggle free from their grasps, stumbling blindly for where she hoped the door was in her disoriented state. She instead scrambled tits-first into the wall, thumping off of it. She was already stunned when one of the boys grabbed her by the dress and punched her in the belly, Sarah releasing her breath in a satisfying WHUMP noise as his fist met her soft wall of fat.

"Stay in your seat, chunky," he ordered, holding onto her hair and the front of her dress (just above where her heaving breaths pumped her hefty breasts up and down). Peter grabbed the hem of her dress, yanking it up until it was over her head like a crude, blinding hood. He and one of his friends started slapping her wide bottom, the pantied butt jiggling with every smack so that it barely seemed to sit still.

She spun around trying to avoid the slapping, punching and pinching, but another boy was there as she was surrounded by her gleefully drunk tormentors. "Over here!" Andrew called with a wave to the boys, herding the blinded and helpless Sarah over to him and pushing her onto the toilet seat, sitting with her chubby legs splayed out shamelessly in front of teenagers. Two of the boys pulled off the dress entirely, then got to work on her fittingly giant bra.

Pete left the room quickly while Andrew took a marker from another comrade. He ordered the boys to hold down her arms while he popped the marker open, her weak struggling only making her bare breasts and stomach jiggle. Andy braced one hand on her big belly, holding the jiggling fat steady so that he could write "Fat Barbie" across the flesh with his sharpie.

Pete finally returned with a pair of handcuffs, the boys laughing at the fact that he owned them (even if they were fuzzy and pink). They forced the topless Sarah back upright and her hands behind her back, Peter clasping the cuffs on to leave her utterly helpless, on top of being a ridiculous-looking mess. She seemed to have just enough sight and balance recovered for them to force-march her back downstairs, the party quickly bursting into laughter at the ridiculous sight.

Andrew waved for quiet, and directed more guests quietly. They split off, the boys and girls giggling as they set up the snack table, as well as a few more for good measure.

At last, they spun Sarah around in several quick circles, leaving her dizzied and even more off balance. "Okay, Sarah! Time for a party game! It's called 'hunt for the car keys,' and I think you'll like it. Well... WE'LL like it. But at least you'll like the prize."

The kids laughed as Andy waved at the table in front of her. There were several big bowls there of variously appetizing things. Punch and dip, of course, but more had been added; mustard and ketchup, whipped cream, dog food. Some of the girls had even arranged some powdered laundry soap from the garage.

"We hid the car keys in one of the bowls. You have to get them out without your hands. If you do, we take off the handcuffs and I'll go home. Deal?"

Sarah looked wearily at the bowls, tired and dizzy and confused and aching all over. She just wanted the night over with. "Fine," she muttered, the party cheering for her, her husband included as he clapped from his seat on the couch.

"Annnnd go!" Andrew declared.

Sarah went for the easy way out, hurrying to the punch bowl and slapping her face into it. The teens burst into laughs and cheers as she gulped and sloshed around, her face looking like a fat discolored fish through the glass of the punch. Of course, with her lack of foresight, the fact that the bowl was see-through was a dead giveaway that the keys were not inside.

After some pawing around with her lips and teeth, she finally came back up. Her hair was now mixed with blue and the red of the punch, much of her spiked up hair drooping and sloppy. "Go! Go! Go! Go!" the party chanted, urging on Sarah's urge to rush through this.

"AWWWW!" The crowd gave a mix of delighted and disgusted reactions as Sarah thrust her face into the mess of wet dog food, shoving around in the slop. She hesitated to do so, but after a moment she opened up her mouth, gagging as she pushed through the sloppy meat and juices.

"Put a leash on that bitch!" somebody called over the laughter.

"Dig in there, Sarah! I bet it's in there!"

"Go, Fat Barbie! Go!"

"So that's where she puts on all the weight!"

Sarah came up at last gasping for air, face coated in the dull brown sauce. She gave a quick shake of her head, unable to wipe her eyes and whipping some of the gravy off of her face. Her face was an expression of pure disgust, but the chubby wife pushed on as the punch and grease stained her jiggling tits as she dashed to the next one.

She added to her disgusting mask as she splatted her face into ketchup and mustard bowl, and splashed her face into the thick and sticky dip, all with the same results. Nothing but a mess to be found in there.

"You almost got em, sweetie!" her husband called, idly playing with the car keys in his pocket. Andrew had passed them off to him while she was being spun around, but he wasn't one to ruin her fun. At least her husband wasn't going to be called a party pooper.

Sarah slapped her face into the pile of whipped cream next, splashing the stuff everywhere nearby as kids backed off to try and avoid the extra mess. She came up coated in it like a layer of shaving cream was smeared over her.

"Aww man! She looks like a clown after a bukakke!" one boy laughed over the crowd. Sarah spat out a lump of the fluff before dreading the last pile. At least maybe it would help clean her up a bit. She stuck her face into the bowl containing the pile of soap flakes, immediately backing out and coughing loudly. It smelled strongly, especially mixed with the rest of her sloppy face and breasts, and the chemicals stung her already reddened eyes.

"Come on! Get the keys!" the kids encouraged, Sarah biting down the discomfort and general aches before buying their lies. The round gullible blond stuck her face into the mess again, shaking her head around and shoving the soap all over herself and the floor.

"Wow, I loved this episode of Double Dare," snickered one boy watching her while the crowd cheered and laughed. Sarah lifted her head at last, panting and spitting out bits of soap, some of which started to foam up in her mouth when mixed with her spit.

"It's not in here!" she whined dizzily.

"Guess you better try them all again!" Andrew laughed, the crowd cheering for more... except for one.

Peter's mother stood in the door, keys to the house still in hand as she tapped her foot, staring daggers at the party's host. He smiled and waved at her innocently, trying to hide his nervousness. Her eyes couldn't help but wander over to Sarah, her face smeared in white powder and God knows what else so as a mother, she naturally feared the worst.

The kids quieted down and Sarah finally looked at her in her punchdrunk state. "It's just a party game..." she slurred clumsily, exhausted and sore from the night's events.

Peter's mom bit her lip and stormed up to her, the well-dressed woman's high heels clacking over the floor. "You fat, stupid, irresponsible-" she snarled before one solid punch cracked into Sarah's jaw, making her spin in a complete circle before she fell to the floor with a dull splat from all the substances on her half-naked body. She was out cold. "Everyone! Out!" the mother barked. "And take your pig with you!"

The kids were quick to scatter before she got angry enough to call the police, and Andrew and Sarah's husband propped the dumbstruck and unwilling party guest. She was still topless, messy and barely able to move on her own, so each held up an arm.

"This would be easier if we got those cuffs off," her husband grunted as he hefted his wife along in nothing but her panties and a scattered layer of filth and food.

"They were Pete's," Andrew admitted with a shrug. "He had the keys."

"Fair enough," her husband shrugged. "She likes to have fun, really. Sarah just doesn't do well with parties. Hold her while I get the door." He shrugged off Sarah to her nephew while he pushed a few things over in the back seat. Andrew moved her in awkwardly, feigning a trip so that her head thumped against the hard rubber of the car door's edge. Sarah's head lolled with it like a punching bag, gurgling dizzily in his grip.

"Well at least she's still awake in there somewhere," her husband smiled, patting her on her shoulder and buckling her in. "We'll clean her up when she's home and she'll be good as new. Just don't tell anyone I drove her home, you hear?"

"Totally," Andrew grinned back, the two boys smiling as they started up the car. Sarah was barely coming to, an aching and sticky mess as Andrew shook his head.

"Sorry if she got a little out of control there," Andrew apologized for HER. "She was a lot of fun, but she's so goofy sometimes."

"Yea, well if your friend needs someone to help clean up, we can send her over. After the spectacle she made of herself, least she could do, I think."

"Yea, running around naked, eating all that food, using up all that hairspray and die... made a real hog of herself."

"Well she'll sleep it off, and I'm sure she'll apologize in the morning."