Fan request. Ariadne has body and self esteem issues.

Beautiful

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~ Ariadne shifted in her seat. A bitter, self loathing stated to build up like a cancer insider of her. It was a cold, ugly feeling as she looked over the delicate curves and roundness of the nude model before her.

Life Art was a requirement class for her degree. Ariadne wasn't the best artist. She preferred to draw with the help of a ruler. Making strait, angled lines and perfect planes. She didn't like to draw free hand. Didn't like to color outside the lines. Consequently, she was the oldest student in the easy A class she had to pass in order to graduate.

She had drawn fruit and animals. The teacher calling her work acceptable, but holding no real life to them.

Now, the time had come to do human forms. She had sketched their model in billowing clothing. The Architect able to capture the model's face and long, flowing red hair.

Then, the day came Ariadne had been dreading, nude drawings.

Ariadne hadn't been the type of girl to take any interest in another woman's body. Not even a comparison interest. When she was in high school, she had always changed for gym class in the bathroom stall. Never in front of the other girls.

She found they were not girls anymore, but women. They had full, beautiful breasts, slender waists and curved hips. Her first day in sophomore year, the future Architect gawked in amazement at these bodies that bloomed out of their clothing.

She had felt inadequate. Her body was small and her own breasts and hips were reluctant to come. With the right bra and clothing, she could make it look like she had a more feminine figure. But deep down, she knew she had the body of a pre-teen boy. It made her self conscious all the time.

She wanted to wear the kinds of clothing the other girls wore. She wanted to go to the mall and be able to wear the sexy tops and dresses. Instead, these stores never carried her petite size. She always had to mail order her clothing and the clothes were always cutesy and far too childish.

She grew tired of dressing like a tom boy and it was laughable when she went shopping for her prom dress. The lady at the shop telling her she just couldn't wear the strapless dress all the other girls wore.

"You just don't have the bust to keep the dress up." The dress maker said.

So, Ariadne had to be content with some childish off the rack horror and a padded, push up bra.

Now, she looked at the nude model with a new self loathing. Gwen was a professional model and it didn't help that she was the nicest girl Ariadne had ever met. She wore her own skin like it was an expensive outfit she was proud of.

Ariadne could see why. Gwen had very large, amazing breasts. They were natural and showed no signs of sagging or anything less then perfection. Her waist wasn't terribly slender, but it couldn't be called fat. When she moved, she had enough body fat to not show ribs or her spine. Ariadne always saw her own ribs and clavicle when she moved. Gwen's beautiful hips and buttocks were not toned, but again, not fat. The model would lounge on the red sofa and she looked like a living work of art.

The young men in the class would blush and look away from Gwen's raw, unashamed beauty. They carefully flicked their eyes away from her like they might go blind from staring too long.

Gwen didn't blush or giggle as she lounged on the sofa for all to see her body. Her arms and legs posed to cover her more controversial body parts. The contrast of her pale skin against the red sofa making the young man next to Ariadne start to sweat as he tried to focus on his drawing.

Ariadne sighed and tired to sketch Gwen's enviable body. It was almost obscene how lustrous the model was. Despite all of Ariadne's careful layering of clothes, the tricks with scarfs and jackets, she couldn't hope to make the illusion of a fuller body.

It was become a bigger problem each day. Her relationship with Arthur was starting to become affected by her own self hatred of her body.

She and the Point Man had been dating a few months now. When he stayed the night, it was wonderful, except for one thing. Ariadne refused to make love with the light on and without her shirt covering her chest. She didn't want the Point Man's hands on her too small breasts. They could barely be called breasts. They hardly filled out the smallest bra size they made and surely Arthur would realize, once she took her top off, she used underwear trickery to make her bust look fuller.

Ariadne had barely begun sketching Gwen's curves when class suddenly ended. The Architect had been so lost in her own thoughts she hadn't concentrated on her work, or the passage of time.

Gwen stepped back into the dressing room as the instructor lectured the class on shadow and negative space. The men in the class looking embarrassed as they neatly stashed the sketches of Gwen into their portfolios.

Ariadne sighed and looked over her own awful excuse for art work.

"Ariadne, see me please." The instructor said as the class let out.

"Yes?" Ariadne said worriedly as she sat her portfolio down.

"I sense you have much talent." The instructor said. "I don't understand you lack of focus on this subject."

"I'll try harder." Ariadne promised as her feet itched to leave.

"Ariadne?" Gwen said emerging from the dressing room. The tall redhead was decked out skinny jeans and a simple V neck T shirt. She pushed large sunglasses on top of her head and gave the Architect a warm smile.
"Did you want to go out for coffee?" Gwen asked hopefully.

"Yes!" Ariadne laughed and jumped at the excuses to leave the art room.

~ "What did the instructor want?" Gwen asked as they walked out of the class room.

"My work isn't shaping up very well." Ariadne sighed.

"You're very talented." Gwen told her.

Ariadne shrugged.

"How do you do it?" The Architect asked the model suddenly.

"Do what?" Gwen asked.

"Take your clothes off for everyone to see." Ariadne said feeling a blush creep up.

"Oh it's easy, I love my body." Gwen told her.

Ariadne didn't doubt it. By Hollywood or fashion standards, Gwen would be plus size. She certain didn't come close to the rail thin actresses and models that were the ideal. But Gwen's body was still amazing in it's own right.

"There you are!" Came a deep voice.

Ariadne jumped in shock at seeing Arthur and Eames waiting for her outside the class room.
"Arthur!" Ariadne smiled as he strolled over to her and gave the Architect a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"Came to take you out to lunch." Arthur said.

Ariadne didn't miss the Point Man's eyes roaming over Gwen. No man that passed her failed to notice her.

The pretty red headed model smiled sweetly as the two men shamefully drank in the sight of her.

"Gwen, this is Arthur. His friend Mr. Eames." Ariadne said holding her large portfolio over her flat chest. She felt like she was Gwen's 10 year old sister and not a grown woman.

"Hello." Gwen said as she shook both their hands.

Eames seemed to have lost his breath and his train of thought at the sight of the model.

"So... um... you're an art student? With... um..." Eames looked at the Architect for help.

"Ariadne." Ariadne said and rolled her eyes.

"With Ariadne?" Eames asked with a fumbling grin.

"No, I'm the model. I can't draw at all. Their doing nudes right now." Gwen said conversationally.

Eames looked ready to almost faint as Ariadne watched Arthur's eyes widen. The Point Man gawking openly at Gwen.

The Point Man looking away from the curvy model at last.

"Wow, that's really... interesting. So you do that? You model nude? Without clothes on?" Eames said. His voice rising a higher octave as Ariadne felt ready to laugh.

"That's what nude modeling means." Gwen said with a smile.

The red head model noticed some of the men that were in the art class. They were smiling and approaching them like a pack of wolves.

"Pretend that you're with me." Gwen ordered the Forger as she pulled Eames dangerously close to her body. Her lips roughly ripping into his as she forced him to kiss her.

Eames didn't resist and allowed the pretty model to make out with him. Their bodies beautiful in each others arms as Gwen's full lips pushed and explored Eames' mouth.

The young men from class saw what was happening, the pretty naked girl has a tough, scary looking boyfriend and they slipped away.

Gwen pushed Eames away and the Forger looked flushed and still under her spell.

"Alright, go away." She added and slapped him playfully on the cheek as she told Ariadne to have a good day and left the three of them.

Eames was breathing hard as Arthur shamelessly watched the curvy body of the model walk away.

"Ariadne, you have to set me up with her." Eames panted.