A proposition…

“What do you want John? I know you must’ve had a part in all this!”

“Can I come in?”

At no response, John let himself in after a few minutes. There he saw Natalie, still naked from the waist down, alone by herself crying. John actually felt pity for a moment. He stood behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.

“You feeling okay? Anything I can do for you?”

Natalie’s eyes came alive with bratty rage. John was pushed down onto the floor as she swiped a manicured hand at him. She loomed over him with her fat ass as she prepared to lecture.

“As IF I need help from a crusty old man like yourself. I’m Natalie! I’ll just get my butt liposuctioned and sue all of you for the damages! I’ll sue those creepy ENFtech guys. I’ll sue you out of home until I get every last Penny John! I’ll sue, sue, sue!!!”

John simply laughed to himself as he got back up. He wasn’t sure if this was her pride, or if she really was this far gone into her own vanity. He pulled out a copy of her contract and handed it to her.

“There’s the Natalie I know… To think, even something like this didn’t get you to reconsider your own attitude.”

“Shut up you washed up prick! Now get out of my way so I can go home.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. Well, as long as you want me to keep you from invalidating your new contract.”

“What are you talking about?”

John proceeded to explain her new contract to her as simply as he could so she’d understand. Her modeling agency now had the right to fire her for any reason if she missed a photo shoot. An example; Gaining a 500 Buffalo ass and ruining her good figure.

“Get that? Walk out now and we’re through with you. No more mansion, no more luxuries, no more fans. I suppose you’d have to get a real job after that. Maybe McDonalds? Your fat ass certainly suggests you’re a big fan of their products! Ha ha ha ha!”

“O-Okay! Okay! I’ll stay! But…none of my outfits fit me anymore. What am I gonna do?”

“Oh, you think we were going to keep you in the same role after that rather LARGE development? Not a chance. You’re being recast into something more fitting your new appearance.”

John reached into the large yellow envelope and retrieved a white pair of XXXXXXL sized briefs. Perfect for Natalie.

“You’ll be a model for plus sized women now. A bra won’t be necessary.”

“It looks like a diaper…”

“Yeah, it sure does. Now, are you in or are you out kid?”

Natalie didn’t have much of a choice. She donned the embarrassing underwear and headed out with John to go under camera light once again.