"Can you lean a bit more backward. Perfect. Now don't move."
The only thing that did move was Trudy's mouth that got a smile. Trudy was model for some time now. Strange how the life could go. A artist saw her once and wondered if he could paint her. For some money of course. Trudy's mother said yes and he made a beautiful painting of her. He told some others about her and since then Trudy was asked sometimes to be a model. Trudy was good at sitting or standing without moving. That was exactly what the artists wanted. The fact Trudy was fat also helped. Fat girls were seen like beautiful. Look at the paintings of Rubens and Bortero
Trudy did't mind to pose in nice clothes or even nude like now. Artists liked to paint her because she was adorable and looked kind of pretty. Some artists also used her just to see how a fat body looked like. After that they made it a bit taller and added a bit more female curves and finally they made a beautiful paining of a voluptuous woman.
Trudy did't really mind if they painted her or more adult version of her body. She did't mind painting of her in fancy clothes or without clothes. But she hated bad paintings. She did't mind strange things but abstract things was something she disliked. Paintings must look like something. Not just some colors together.
"There. I'm done." The artist said.
Trudy looked at the painting and smiled. It was a garden. Full with existing and non existing plants. Also a pond with a waterfall. There was she. Next to the water. one leg pulled up and the other leg hanging down. With her beautiful curly dark brown hair.
"She looks good. I think this is really your best work." Trudy said and started to get dressed.
"Well thank you. It's time for you to get home. It's kind of late." He said.
Trudy pulled down her shirt. It was getting very tight and showed her bellybutton. Not that she minded that. It was snowing outside. She put on her jacket, hat and mittens. She almost wanted to go when she suddenly remembered the most important thing.
"Eh the money please." She asked sweetly and polite.
"Of course. Oh and I have something for you."
He handed her a envelope with the money and gave her a chocolate bar. That made Trudy always smile. She loved chocolate. She ate a lot of it. That was part of why she gotten pretty fat. But that was a good thing because people thought she was beautiful and artists wanted fat ladies and girls to paint. If she kept this body she would stay a model. As long if fat girls were seen like beautiful. But how could that ever change?
Trudy stepped outside. She heard the snow crack under her feet.She fast started to waddle home. She was also hungry. Well her mother always saved some food for her. Trudy was one member of the family that made money. She was very proud that her daughter was a model and made sure she got enough food and a bit more so she kept her beautiful curvy body.
After a short walk she arrived home.
"Hello there's my beautiful modeling daughter. How was it sweet hart?"
"All right." Said Trudy and handed her mother the envelope. "Can I have dinner? I'm starving."
"Sure you can. Just wait a couple of minutes." She said and started cooking
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