Tilly’s Request

Carly knew she was pushed in a corner, and that she would have to come clean to her friend. “Tilly... I’m not actually wearing a towel. I could really use one though, so could you help me out?”

Tilly placed a hand up to her mouth in feigned shock. “So you’re telling me you aren’t wearing anything?” She asked in as exaggerated a voice as possible.

“...yes. That’s why I can’t come out from behind the canvas. I don’t have any clothes on...” Carly shyly responded.

Tilley continued to go through with her act. “So you’re stark naked behind that canvas? My how in-dignified!” She placed her hand upon her face, and pretended she was going to faint. Carly rolled her eyes, now sure Tilly was being overly-dramatic. “Could you take this seriously? What if one of the boys sees me? I’ll be mortified!” Carly begged.

Tilly pointed her finger towards the window. “Aha! I knew it! Look at the window!” She said with a triumphant laugh.

Carly gazed out the window, but the reflection of Tilly’s form caught her eye. Suddenly, she realized that her own reflection was visible to Tilly, and quickly shot a hand over both her breasts, and between her legs. “Oh my god!”

Tilly collapsed into a fit of laughter, fell onto the floor. Carly shot her a glare. “This isn’t funny! Help me! Go get some clothes!” She yelled back.

Tilly took a few seconds to regain her composure before addressing Carly. “The way I see it, you’re stuck like this unless someone can help you. So come out from behind the canvas, and MAYBE I’ll help you.”

Carly shot Tilly a glare, before looking at her own reflection in the glass. At the very least, her womanhood would remain covered, but the only part of her breasts she could cover with one hand would be her areolae. She took a few deep breaths, bracing herself for the coming exposure.

“Well, I’m waiting.” Tilly said expectantly. She had resumed her position of leaning against the wall.

Carly took a deep breath before quickly coming out from behind the canvas, turning her head away. She couldn’t bear to watch Tilly’s reaction.

Tilly’s first and immediate reaction was just a wide eyed look, followed by “Wow!” She hadn’t expected her friend to actually go through with it. The next few seconds were spent running her eyes over every inch of Carly’s body. A switch in her mind seemed to flip: from the mind of a friend to the mind of an artist. She walked up to Carly, inspecting her form curiously. Her well-toned calves, and wide thighs only seemed to enchant the want to know what lay beneath the hand between her legs. Her stomach had just barely a little weight to it, if any. On Carly’s upper body, the arm draped carefully across her large, D-cup breasts squished them towards herself slightly, further revealing their true size. Her head was turned to the right, looking down at the floor with what seemed to barely emulate a smile.

“What are you doing?” Carly asked sheepishly.

“...Just looking.” Tilly responded dismissively. She walked within a few feet or Carly, and crouched down. Her head turned at many different angles, inspecting Carly as if she were a sculpture.

Carly’s blush was now in full ****, as Tilly continued to run her eyes all over Carly’s body. “H-hey! Stop that! You’re creeping me out!” She stammered nervously. Tilly ignored her, and merely held her hand up to her lips.

For a few minutes, Tilly ran a few circles around Carly in a deep inspection of her whole form. When she finally managed to circle around to the front, Carly was now more annoyed than embarrassed. “Are you done yet?” She asked with a roll of her eyes.

Tilly looked inquisitively towards Carly. “I...I’ll be honest and say I hadn’t expected you to look so...”

“Fat? Ugly?” Carly interrupted angrily. She turned to the side, now even more ashamed of her body.

“Good lord no! You’re so extremely beautiful! I was just kidding around at first, but now that I’ve seen it all, you’ve really inspired me.” Tilly explained, eagerly moving the canvas and chair.

“...Inspired you? What do you mean?” Carly asked, confused.

“Now that I can see ALL of you, you’ve filled me with the inspiration to capture this artistic moment! Your pose, your body, your face, all of you! It shows so much emotion, and vulnerability! I have to use this!”

Carly had no idea what’s Tilly was talking about, and just shook her head. “I’m glad I ‘inspired’ you, but I’d really like some clothes.” Carly asked politely. “Please?”

Tilly grabbed her pencil from off of the board, and seated herself. She looked towards Carly intently, making Carly blush and turn away.

Tilly spoke softly. “Are you kidding me? There’s no way I can pass this up. Just sit still for a minute, and...”

Carly quickly shook her head. “Hold on. You want to draw me like this? No way!” She said, hugging her form even tighter.

Tilly looked pleadingly towards Carly. “Please? You know I’ve been trying to make a piece for the art fair coming up, and I’ve had some really bad mind-block recently. I could really use this as a pick-me-up, so I get back into the swing of things. I promise it won’t take too long, and I’ll be good the whole time.” Tilly held her hand in the air, as if she was swearing on it. “Please?”

Carly looked at Tilly sadly. She pitied her for the long period of time without any truly good paintings or art, remembering the Times Tilly had tried using Carly as a model before. But she always struggled to draw the details for the clothes, and her drawings would falter at that point.

On the other hand, she suddenly remembered she was completely naked, and shuddered at the thought of remaining how she was for an indefinite amount of time. Even if it was just Tilly, she felt like she was under the watchful eyes of a whole audience in the wide, bare room. Every part of her felt exposed, the cold air of the house tickling every part of her body at once.