Amanda Anisimova and Carroten (behind the scenes)

The commercial opened with a shot of a pair of bare feet, twitching on a sun lounger.

The camera panned up the ankles, and over bronzed slender calves, and muscular thighs. It paused briefly on the bare mound, with the hips rotating just enough to show the secret hidden between the thighs.

The camera continued up the toned stomach, resting again on the large breasts that rhythmically rose and fell.

The journey up the naked body finished on the contented expression on Amanda Anisimova's face.

The camera pulled back for a wide, overhead shot, showing Amanda in all of her nude, bronzed glory, arms thrown above her head.

With Carroten, Amanda shines on and off the court. With Carroten, Amanda doesn't need clothes. What will Carroten do for you?

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"...and cut!"

The moment the call went out, Amanda sat up, hugged her knees to her chest, and exhaled. Being naked in front of a film crew never got any easier, especially knowing how her nude body would be broadcast to the world once the commercial was finished.

While the sun was shining, a cool breeze was still causing the naked girl to shiver...especially as she'd had all of her body hair removed. Her bladder was feeling swollen, but she'd been holding her breath as commanded during shots to keep her stomach flat. The director had decided it was worth extending the tennis player's discomfort if it meant her bare feet would twitch, her thighs would rub against each other, and her hips would gyrate.

The brunette looked hopefully at the director...but the call came to reset, and go again.

Amanda had **** but to uncurl as a fresh coating of Carroten was applied to her body, gasping as hands rubbed the formula into her breasts and parted her legs.

Her skin wasn't just glistening from the product; there was also a layer of perspiration clinging to her. She reluctantly sipped from a straw **** into her mouth to keep herself hydrated, which only applied more pressure to her already full bladder.

"Please, can I go to the toilet now?" Amanda asked as the director approached, paying no heed to the girl's embarrassment.

"One more take, Amanda, and then we'll break for lunch."

Squeezing her thighs together, Amanda settled back onto the lounger, inhaling sharply to reduce the bulge of her abdomen.

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The next time the camera shut off, Amanda bolted off the lounger and waddled as fast as she could towards the bathroom while keeping her thighs crushed together and her arms across her chest.

There was already a queue for the single cubicle, which resulted in a few more minutes of squirming...and wishing that she'd grabbed a robe.

"You OK, Amanda?" a producer asked, enjoying an eyeful of the tennis star's bare buttocks.

"I'm busting!" the brunette explained as she shifted from one bare foot to the other and pressed a hand into her crotch.

"Come on, hurry up!" Amanda wheezed as she hammered on the door, her eyes watering.

The instant the previous occupant vacated, Amanda darted inside, bolted the door, and sank onto the toilet.

She could hear muffled laughs as she released and moaned loudly, but the nude girl was just relieved to have avoided the humiliation of wetting herself to be too bothered about that.

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Amanda fixed her eyes on her bare sheet as she exited the cubicle and shuffled back onto the set.

If being stark naked in front of everyone wasn't bad enough, they'd all seen how she'd been squirming and had nearly wet herself.

Blushing, the brunette tried to sneak back to where her clothes had been neatly folded...but a producer grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards the sun lounger.

Amanda's large breasts jiggled as she fought to free her arm, her bare feet unable to grip and slow herself on the smooth ground.

The makeup team took over as the director explained they needed a few stills shots of her before they could wrap up.

Knowing it was pointless to argue, the naked girl did as she was told.

She was photographed holding the bottle with her bare feet; lying on her back and nestling it in her cleavage; sitting up with her back straight and chest puffed out while her hips were twisted around and thighs clampled together, the bottle of Carroten leaning against her crotch; lying on her front, kicking her legs playfully in the air while the bottle rested against her buttocks.

Amanda was then asked to skinny dip and rest her forearms on the pool edge, bare skin sparkling as she shared a shot with the bottle. And finally, massaging shampoo into her hair while taking a shower.

"Wait, did we even have it in that one?" Amanda asks as she switched off the shower and once more wrapped her wet body in her arms.

"No, but that was just a fun extra."

Fuming and humiliated, Amanda padded back to her clothes, her bare body wet body shivering and glistening.

She had to endure a few more awkward minutes of standing around in her birthday suit while someone retrieved a towel for her. Amanda had never dried off and dressed so quickly!

With her face bright red and her stomach rumbling, Amanda stormed off set, only letting her tears flow once she was back in her car.

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No matter where she went, Amanda couldn't escape the advert.

Her naked body was plastered across billboards, making appearances in every commercial break, and being used to advertise tennis tournaments.

Fans would ask her to sign posters of her nude figure, and journalists would make crude jokes in press conferences.

At least her fellow players were sympathetic. Coco Gauff had advertised New Balance sneakers while wearing nothing else; Emma Raducanu had driven a porche in the buff; and Alex Eala and Eva Lys tested new beauty products on each other's birthday suits. Amanda now had her own humiliating tale that she could eventually laugh about.