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Katherine went back to her room on the verge of tears. The house manager had kept finding chores, keeping Katherine exposed in that lobby for hours. She felt good to be in her room, even if she was still naked. She opened Sarah's computer. Sarah had set her background to that terrible photo of Katherine, naked on the public bus. The one that made it look like her chest wasn't even developed in the slightest. So, Katherine had to see that whenever she used the internet. She wondered once more how Sarah had grown so cold and mean spirited. Then, she logged on to the internet. She had nothing to look at, it was just the only distraction from her nudity. But, inevitably she found herself at the same website she always ended up at. The blog Britney had made of humiliating photos of her. She couldn't help but look at it, even though it was torture. She was reading the comments. There were hundreds, from the the millions who had visited. She had been reading through them for days out of some masochistic urge. She read all the horrible things written about her.
Wow! These can't be legal! That girl's gotta be like 10!
I think it's Photoshop. No way could a girl be shaped like that and have such tiny boobs!
Howard Stern has a Smallest Tit's contest. Someone should enter this girl!
Man, Look how huge her ass is!
Check those tan lines! have to wear sunglasses to look at this girl's cootch!
Hey, I'd still do her. All you need is a mouthful!
I don't think she even has that!
Check out that hairless pussy!


Katherine noticed another from this "Anton_77" character. He was some guy who claimed to have a magazine. Probably just another pervert trying to find out where she lived. He claimed that the magazine was focused on girl's with figures like Katherine's and wanted to pay her to be a model. Katherine was, of course, skeptical. She had no way of knowing what this guy was about. She doubted there was any magazine oriented around naked, chubby, small breasted girls who were always mistaken for little girls. No magazine she wanted to have anything to do with.

This time Anton_77 had posted a link to his website. Out of boredom and a desperate desire to stop reading depraved insults about her form Katherine clicked on it. She was surprised to find that yes, the model shown did look somewhat like her. Short, pale with some lady like curves but not overly endowed. The photo was tasteful, her nude on a bed with a sheet over herself. Katherine had been worried it would be some sort of fetish around girls in school girl dresses or diapers, both of which she had been forced to wear and never intended to again.

She went on to find the magazine's mission statement. "This magazine to a celebration of the natural beauty of womanhood often ignored in photography. A celebration of real women with real figures. Not Photoshopped or physically altered to fit some idea of perfection but an acceptance of the natural perfection of the female form." Katherine was surprised and strangely, a little moved. She looked at the mirror across the room. She did not look perfect. While sitting her rolls of fat showed even more dramatically, and her butt went over the edges of the chair. But, for the first time she could remember Katherine saw her nude body as an object of beauty, if only for a fleeting second before her insecurities kicked back in.

Maybe this was worth a shot. Katherine knew that is she did nothing she'd probably live like this forever. A naked pet, practically a slave. Being ogled by everyone in this building, no one helping her while her supposed lover spend every night with other women. But, if this modeling gig payed decently she'd have the means to regain her freedom. It was worth a shot.

So, she emailed a response. After looking in the mirror she decided she'd need some time to work off all this weight she'd put on. Anton said he understood, that the offer was open whenever she wanted to take him up on it.

Katherine began exercising daily. This was, of course, a new attraction for the people who lived on her floor. After the first time someone walked into her room and caught Katherine doing jumping jacks the visits became more and more frequent. Someone walked in while she was doing situps, getting a full view between her legs. Jennifer and Vanessa walked in while she was jumping rope, getting a shot of her whole body mid jiggle. A man caught her doing pushups, allowing her to be filmed for a full minute before she looked up and noticed his camera catching her bare nipples scraping on the floor. Every time she was caught Katherine would instantly stop, cover herself vainly while her face turned red.

Then, something began to happen. Katherine began to loose weight. Within a week she was back to her normal state. And, slowly she stopped caring when people walked in. What was the difference anyway? Everyone in the whole building had seen her naked in every imaginable position. So what if she was doing squats when they walked in. Let THEM be embarrassed. She'd just ignore them.

And her knew confidence did make people nervous. When she didn't blush and shriek and cover herself it was less thrilling to walk in on her. Her ignoring them felt creepy and took away the humor. Sure, everyone was impressed by her improved figure, but slowly the visits to her room dwindled off. When Katherine walked down the hall to the communal bathroom she didn't cover herself. She strut, arms at her sides now.

After another week she had lost even more weight. She looked in the mirror. She still was very womanly, but firmed up quite a bit. Her stomach was flat. Her butt was still a great deal on the large side, but it didn't sag downwards anymore, and the unpleasant lumpy shape and restored to a perfect heart shape. Katherine was ready.

But, still a great deal nervous. She'd never modeled, much less for a sexual magazine. And, no matter how much this Anton had convinced her of his sincerity over emails, she still had not met him in person. She'd explained as much as she could over emails. She told him to bring her clothes and to come when Sarah was at work.

All day she waited impatiently, walking on bare feet back and forth across her small apartment. Finally there came a knock on the door. It'd been so long since anyone had knocked it startled her.

"Hello?" the male voice came from through the door.

"Hey!" Katherine yelled. "C...could you slide the clothes in then shut the door please?" Katherine stammered. Anton knew she was naked, but she was scared to let him see it yet. She was terrified he would laugh, call her tiny tits or lard ass. She saw a plastic bag slid in, then the door quickly close again. She practically ran over. Clothes! the first clothes she had worn in well over a month! She quickly threw on the sweat pants and over sized tee shirt. No underwear, but at least they weren't falling off her.

Another small knock sounded at the door.

"Oh, yes, come in" Katherine said, now clothed. The door slid open. A tall, skinny man, about twenty five entered. He had glasses and sort of a goth look to him. Strangely he was exactly what Katherine had expected.

"Katherine, right?" He asked, shaking her hand. "Is there anything else? Or are you ready to come to the studio?

"Sure, let's go quickly, before anyone sees us?" Anton looked at her with confusion.

"Oh, I told you about my psycho roommate. You know, the one who won't let me where clothes? Well, I don't want anyone letting her know that I'm leaving the house." The answer seemed good enough for Anton. He peaked out the door frame, then motioned for her to follow. They slipped down the hall and stairs. The House Manager was busy reading a magazine and didn't notice them leave the lobby.

Outside they got into Anton's car. Katherine was as excited as a school girl. She hadn't been out of the house in so long! the world felt so big and exciting. She stared excitedly out the window the whole drive.

They parked in an alley. Taking a service elevator to the top floor they emerged into a wide studio, which took up the entire floor. Scattered everywhere was photo equipment, backdrops, sets and lights. Katherine struggled to take it all in as she passed from one set to another. Anton watched happily as she scurried around the studio in amazement.

"Right now I pretty much run the whole magazine." He explained. "I have a few friends who help out, but circulation is really low, pretty much independent. I'm hoping you'll help me change that."

"Me?" Katherine asked, a bit shocked. "How can I help?"

"I want you to be the face of "Modern Goddess". I knew from the moment that I saw your photos on that blog that you were exactly what I wanted to show people." Katherine blushed. And, for the first time in many months, not from shame, but from flattery.

"Oh, I don't know about all that..."

"No need to be coy Katherine. I don't want to pry but it's obvious people have convinced you of some pretty unflattering things. Well I just want to let you know known of them are true. You have all the beauty it takes to be a model, a great one. And I want to help you achieve that." He gestured at a fake brick wall. "We'll use this backdrop. I got the idea from you're public photos: It'll look like it's on the street. You'll get 500 down payment, then a chunk of all the profits of the magazine. That room's fully stocked with makeup and clothing. Put on whatever you like, take you're time. When you're ready we'll get started.

Katherine spent well over an hour trying on different outfits while Anton waited patiently outside. She was so excited to get to be a woman, wearing makeup and dresses, trying to find the right outfit. It felt like she hadn't done so in a lifetime. Finally she decided on a red pleated skirt and a black top. She wore a large amount of makeup and combed her hair straight. A bit nervously she walked out and stood before him.

"Great! You look perfect!" He said excitedly, leading her to the set. "Normally i have a girl help out with makeup and clothes, but I figured that, with your history you'd want this to be private."

"Thank you." Katherine said, standing awkwardly before the camera Anton had. "...Well? What do I do?"

"Just pose, whatever feels natural. I'll set the lights to you."

So the first photo session began. Katherine slowly began to open up. At first she just stood. Then she began trying different things. She tried different thing's she'd seen from magazines, just trying to act like a model. Blowing kisses, knocking her knees together while looking at the camera over her shoulder. She opened up more and more, feeling sexy for one of the first times in her life.

"Alright, just a few more." Anton said, checking his watch. "We gotta get you back soon." Katherine took a deep breath. She'd been wanting to do something the whole time, trying to build herself up to it. It was now or never. She turned away from the camera. Facing the wall she grabbed the hem of her shirt. Slowly, with reluctance and for effect she pulled it up, over her stomach, then bare chest, then over her shoulder. She turned back, pulling down her lower lip with one finger, shirt in one hand. Anton took a dozen photos.

"Wow, that was really great there at the end!" He said excitedly as Katherine put her shirt back on.

"Well, I looked at the magazine online, I know your models normally show more skin."

"That's true. But, I'm using you for the cover this month. The cover has to be PG-13 to get on shelves. So, that last shot will be perfect. You can't see anything but you know what's there, if you follow."

Katherine switched back to the sweats and tee that Anton had given her. He paid her the five hundred he'd promised, then drove her home. Katherine returned to her room and stripped. She hid the money and the clothes in a box under the bed. When Sarah arrived from work Katherine was there, naked on the couch as though nothing had happened.

Sarah noticed though, that Katherine was in a very good mood. She'd begun to worry since Katherine started loosing all her weight. Now, seeing her acting perky and completely natural while fully naked made her very worried indeed. Sarah loved what she had going. She had Katherine under her complete control. Deprived of clothing, Katherine was forced to do whatever Sarah wanted. But, as her confidence grew Sarah's control felt like it was starting to slip. She knew she had to keep Katherine down somehow.

"Kathy, the house manager told me that you can no longer walk naked down the halls." Sarah lied. "So I'm afraid the bathroom's off limits."

"What? How will I go then?" Katherine asked.

Sarah grinned, and reached into a grocery bag. She pulled out a package of adult diapers.

"With these!" She said wickedly. Katherine looked at the diapers in disgust.

"No, I don't think so." She said calmly.

"What? What did you say?!" Sarah yelled.

"I said no. You're being absurd. Either give me back my clothes or let me go to the bathroom. I won't wear those."

Sarah grabbed Katherine by the arm and pulled her up.

"You don't get to say no!" She yelled, dragging Katherine to the table. Katherine didn't resist at all as she was bent over the table, breasts on cold wood, bare ass fully exposed. Sarah raised her hand back and spanked Katherine as hard as she could. She waited for Katherine to begin yelling and crying, begging her to stop. Instead Katherine didn't do anything. Her expression didn't even change. Sarah, confused, spanked her again. And again. She started slapping at full force as fast as she could. Katherine felt the fire on her skin, but bit her lip and didn't make a sound. Eventually Sarah got tired and released her. Katherine's ass was bright red with welts, but she looked completely calm. Sarah stared at her in shock.

"Alright, fine!" She yelled. "You don't have to wear the diapers! But, you're still going to be naked! Naked as a baby all the time!"

"Fine." Katherine said, laying on her stomach on the bed. "Whatever you say."

Sarah glared at Katherine, breathing heavy. Finally, in annoyance and confusion she stormed out again.

Katherine stared at the wall. She wasn't going to put up with this any more. She had decided then and there. Sarah had gone nuts and was being abusive. Katherine began to make her plans....