Once again I spent too much time setting up the story arc. Fair warning, no erotic scenes in part one. Trying to build up to a part two worth reading. Feedback welcome. Politely let me know if this story is weird, simply enjoy writing out ideas. Thanks!
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It happens without even trying. I became a instapic model overnight and I hated myself for it.
To top it all off my instapic was built off of my huge butt. That's right, I am one of those instagpic thots.
The truth is I make great money as a instapic model and couldn't imagine having a real job. Sure the whole instapic model thing goes against my personal beliefs, but hey if making money with your body is this easy, why not?
Just shaking what my momma give me is all. Here's the story of how I became a instapic model.
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I was that girl who had a love hate relationship with the way I looked. Not because I had acne, or weight issues, I was too good looking. I know this makes me sound like a narcissist, but hear me out.
I was like, so so so so attractive. Everywhere I went people just gawked, guys and girls it was all the same. I wasn't ashamed that I looked this good, everyone just assumed I was a pretty face, big boobs, and a nice ass. It's not like I could have brains and beauty, that would be crazy.
As a twenty something every guy had a nagging need to approach me, just strike up a conversation I guess. I get hit on constantly by girls too, like do you really want to be my friend?
I was that girl that could make you disappear in pictures, because if you took a picture with me no one else would notice you.
Do you see why I have a love hate relationship with the way I look? No one took me seriously, I was just an extremely attractive person. Try being the most attractive person everywhere you go, seriously the hottest chick in any room. Even bundled up in the cold people stare, just showing my face lets people know, oh here's an attractive female. If I had a dollar for every time a guy called me a "dime" I could have long retired by now.
I absolutely hated that I couldn't just be normal. Every guy I dated, even the Alpha guys were puddy in my hands. It was simply crazy, simple trips to the supermarket where also crazy. I started dressing down, huge sweaters, never wearing yoga pants, or even push up bras and people were still treating me so differently from everyone else.
Could a girl go to the supermarket and not have the cashier forgot to ring up half of my groceries because he couldn't stop gawking? Like geez!
Maybe one day I would pay full price for something.
I mean I am not complaining I make a six figure income without lifting a finger, but I have always had the nagging feeling that there's more to this world, I should contribute more to society and get a real job. A pretty face and curvy body with thousands of instapic follows doesn't really contribute much to society.
As I went deeper into the instapic model life, I became addicted to gaining followers. I craved the thousands of likes each picture received.
Instapic made me realize that my whole life revolved around how I looked, I was a superficial person in real life, and by default my instapic life would be even more superficial. I knew that none of my friends were friends with me, they were friends with me because I was beautiful, the "hot girl." Instapic just showed me that I loved attention from all the wrong places, I wanted real friends, true human connections, and a relationship so I didn't have to feel so alone. Instapic brought me "friends" that's for sure.
At this point you are probably wondering how I looked? Well obviously.
My body had developed quickly, I was always the "hottest" chick in school. I developed early and ballooned into a rather amazingly shaped EE cup overnight. I was always naturally skinny, and with a bit of cardio my body was athletically toned, abs and everything. But the show didn't end there, my butt was huge, when guys called it a bubble butt I couldn't blame them. A white girl with cake is how I liked to refer to myself. But at the same time I was extremely skinny, I even had the quintessential thot thigh gap. The way my hips curved dramatically into my tiny waist made it hard to conceal with baggy clothing. To make matters worse I had nice long skinny model legs, people couldn't understand how I was so slim thick. I was the definition of a thot.
The face atop this body didn't make things any easier. When I was younger I wished I could have had a butterface, you know "everything but her face." Instead I had model good looks, high cheekbones, exotic shaped eyes, cute little nose, and natural cupid bow lips, my face was perfect symmetry. At least I liked my lips, they were thick and big. Everyone thought I had to have restylane or botox, but these huge things were all natural. I was also naturally a very light blonde, like scandinavian light blond, except I didn't have scandinavian heritage.
Guys had this way of looking at me. I called it "the blow job look", it was the look of pure enjoyment, guys imagining me on the tip of their dick sucking it down. Do you see why going out into public was so difficult? Men looked at my like I was a walking sex toy, people literally couldn't help themselves from gawking.
About six months ago one of my "friends" pushed me to create my now infamous instapic account. One girlfriend in particular totally convinced me it would be a good idea.
She knew I was against instapic and all the thots that just posted half naked pictures. To be honest my friend was one of those thots and looking back I shouldn't have fell into her trap.
I started slowly, just posting pictures from a weekend out with "friends." My first picture was normal as instapic goes; me in a cute dress posted up near some cool street art. Within 24 hours I had almost 500 likes. My next picture had close to 1,300 likes and I quickly attracted around 9,000 followers in about a week and half.
I got confident too quickly and posted the picture that got me famous. Me in yoga pants and a nice workout bra, pouting my lips selfie style. God I looked so vapid in that picture! The internet practically broke, instagram crashed, people went crazy.
Do you remember when instapic wouldn't load properly for a day in a half? That was the day I uploaded the famous picture.
Haven't looked in a while but after two days I had over a million likes on that picture alone and over 230,000 ish followers on my instapic. I was shocked and didn't know what to think.
A few days later I decided to look at other "Insta models" to get photo ideas. That's how I hatched the over the shoulder pic of my butt in the mirror wearing some nice lycra shorts. I quickly received 2 million likes within only a few hours. After two and half weeks I was up to almost 750,000 followers and growing hourly.
At this point I was sick to my stomach, I didn't know what to do next. I was in the business of selling my body, or at least pictures of body.
That was almost four months ago. I now had almost 4.3 million followers, my instagram was going crazy. At about a month in I got an offer from "GYM RAT" or "GR" a popular fitness brand. To be blunt Gym Rat sold sex, not fitness clothing. The brand's claim to fame were workout shorts that "highlighted a women's figure", let's not get it twisted Gym Rat sold clothes that made women look like sluts. Their yoga pants and shorts were extremely bright, neon pink or yellow primarily. If anything their products made butts look bigger.
