Katerina 1455

From the Czech Casting series.

This girl is beautiful. Pity about the tits though...

Pregnancy hasn't been kind to her or not fully recovered.

Joan Holloway silkstone barbie doll.

The Joan Holloway Barbie from the Mad Men collection of the Barbie Fashion Model line!
First time I'm hearing that even dolls wear padded bras...
Then again, I never played with dolls so this is all new to me.

 From this pic you can see Joanie is bigger up front than other female dolls in the silkstone series.

The owner claims that the doll's body is actually from the same cast as the rest of the female dolls in the series, so the all that heft is just padding!

Two undressed silkstones for comparison.

Imagine now if Cristina dropped her bra and she was really flat. A lot of fan boys would be crying. Hmmm.....

Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III

From Bawb's Taboo Stories.
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“Abhorrent!” Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III stared down her nose as the maid backed quickly out of the lounge. “I remember my Daddy, rest his soul, my Daddy always said ‘Servants in their

proper place.’ Honestly, the hired help walking in during afternoon tea! Why I never…”

Nina pulled the doors to the lounge shut as she backed out; the whiny complaining now muffled. That self-righteous bitch, she thought to herself. Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III, or ‘Candy, because she’s so sweet!’ as her wretched friends called her, was twenty-five and had grown up with money and had married into even more. Everything she did was expensive; everything she wore was expensive; from her head to her toes, she dripped money.

Nina’s family, on the other hand, had come up from Mexico with nothing, before she was born. Her Papa had been working the greens here at Las Palmas Exclusive Golf Resort and Spa for twenty five years. Her Mama had been on the cleaning staff for just as long. Her familia were very proud of their long years of service. Yet, this blue blood snob, who hadn’t worked a day in her life, was acting all superior? Nina shook her head at how life was unfair. They were the same age, Mrs. SuperBitch and herself. Was she jealous, thought Nina, as she headed down the hallway; just another member of Cleaning Services.

Chapter 2

To Nina it seemed like SuperBitch went out of her way to embarrass or scream at her. She had been warned by management many times to keep away from her; they knew full well what was going on. The problem was that SuperBitch’s husband was very rich and a very important member of the exclusive club. Nina had no delusions who would be gone if it ever came down to her or SuperBitch.

Twice more that week, SuperBitch had cornered her and the last time had been particularly abusive, insulting Nina’s background and family. It had taken all of Nina’s will-power to not smash the vase she was carrying over SuperBitch’s head. Thankfully Ian happened by and got Nina out of there.

Ian was the Staff manager and he knew the background behind the apparent enmity between Nina and Mrs. Sinclair. Also, Ian had been chasing Nina since she had started. Nina thought he was a pervert. He had a habit of walking into the female change room trying to catch Nina while she was dressing. His other trick was to stop at least once a day and talk with her while she was cleaning a guest room.

The uniforms that the female staff had to wear were pretty standard. It consisted of a mid-thigh black skirt and a white, three-quarter sleeve blouse with a black frilly panel on the front that gave the illusion of an apron. They weren’t too bad, but they didn’t button all the way up; the buttons stopped and the blouse opened up at the neck. It wasn’t so bad for most of the ladies, but Nina had her Mama’s bosom. That is to say that she had large, DD-cup breasts which provided ample cleavage for the world to see. Of course, it had garnered her special privileges with Ian as the Manager.

This was one of those times; she was sitting in his office and still had her job. “Nina, I thought I told you to stay away from her. I can’t keep covering for you.” Nina smirked and leaned forward a bit to listen to Ian talk. His eyes moved instantly to her cleavage and he seemed to lose his train of thought. “And I’m…um, you should try to..uh stay away.” All pretence gone, he was staring openly at her cleavage; his eyes transfixed.

Like a hypnotist, she leaned back, breaking his trance. He sat back quickly and cleared his throat. “Okay! Um, yes, I will need you to work this weekend Nina; Saturday night. I know I said you could have the Grand Ball off, but too many people have called in; I’m short staffed.” Nina argued, but to no avail; she even tried the SuperBitch excuse. Ian shook his head “No, I’ve already found out she won’t be there. I’ll see you Saturday.” He was purposely avoiding eye contact with her cleavage. Nina sighed and left the office. The rest of the week passed quickly and suddenly it was Saturday.

Chapter 3

Nina had arrived early on Saturday and worked hard at the preparations for the big evening. By six the guest had started arriving in their limousines and fancy cars; the Valet’s going crazy. Nina was just taking another platter of crackers and pate out when Ian grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the kitchen.

“You; stay back here!”, he was all worked up about something.

Nina looked puzzled “What’s wrong?” He had a strong grip on her upper arm.

He sighed “She’s here. Mrs. Sinclair is here.” He was talking to himself now. “She wasn’t supposed to be here; they said she was out of town.”

Ian wanted her to stay hidden in the kitchen for the rest of the evening. Fine; she didn’t care. She got paid all the same. She busied herself with kitchen duties.

For fun, whenever Ian wasn’t around, she would peek out the doors to try and catch a glimpse of SuperBitch. There she was! She had on a strapless, long black gown with her perky boobs, her long blond hair flowing out behind her. She had a glass of wine in one hand and was laughing away without a care in the world. Phony bitch, thought Nina. She poured herself a glass of wine and hid it behind a bin. If she was stuck in the kitchen at least she would enjoy herself.

The evening passed by slowly for Nina, by the time they were done, she had finished most of the bottle of wine. She grabbed her purse and was heading to the door when Ian stopped her. “Nina, thank you for staying in the kitchen tonight, I know you didn’t want to, but it avoided any confrontations with you know who.” He moved in close, peering down her top “So, do you need a ride home? I would be more than happy to…”

He pushed him back a bit “No thank you Ian.” She stepped by him, “I’m fine; I’m taking the bus.” Ian actually looked dejected as she walked away; turned down again. He looked up quickly and called after her, “Oh, Nina, avoid the Simpson Lounge, there are still guests out there having drinks.” Nina was already out the door and gone.

Nina got madder the more she walked. What right did that high class bitch have to dictate where and how she worked? Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the years of humiliation at this woman’s hands, but at the end of the hall she didn’t turn right to the exit and the short walk to the bus stop; she turned left and headed towards the Simpson lounge.

Chapter 4

She could hear them in there; all the local elite with their fast cars and big houses. Then she heard the cackle; SuperBitch’s stupid laugh. She cracked the door a bit and peeked inside.

The Simpson lounge was named for the original owner and was by far the finest room at the club. It was lavishly decorated and furnished with items imported from all over the world. There was a long English Walnut bar along one wall and leather lounge chairs scattered throughout the room. Everything was built around the sparkling fountain in the centre. It was lit with thousands of intricately placed Swarovski Crystals, which created an elegant light show which accented the tinkling of the little waterfall.

There was SuperBitch. She had switched to martinis and looked like she was feeling no pain. In her drunken state she was falling all over the other guests. Of course, the men seemed to be enjoying it immensely; although the ladies didn’t seemed too impressed. Nina snickered at the thought of SuperBitch making a fool out of herself. She watched her a bit more, smiling at the site and was just going to leave, when she felt a hand grasp her upper arm.

“Nina, how are you?” She turned at the voice, it was Barry Jones. Barry was one of the nice guests that always treated her nice. The way he was staring at the cleavage, it was obvious now why he was always so nice. He opened the door and escorted her in “Why don’t you join me for a drink?”

She didn’t know what to do. Barry had obviously been drinking and was determined to get her a drink. They made their way over to the bar where Nina tried to look inconspicuous; now that she was inside, she had lost her nerve. She was going to drink her drink and then get the hell out. They got their drinks and Barry led her over towards the fountain when she heard that familiar cackle.

“Oh. My. Gawd. What are you doing in here?” She turned to look at SuperBitch, who was walking slowly forward step by step, an evil glint in her drunken eyes. “Servants aren’t allowed in this room.” Now Nina was getting pissed again. People had spoken up berating SuperBitch for her comments, but SuperBitch looked around at the others that had formed a semi-circle around the ladies. “No! They’re not staff, they’re servants and they should…no...their…place. These last words had been accented by SuperBitch poking her finger into Nina’s shoulder.

That did it. Nina had had enough! She flicked her hand up, quick as a whip and slapped SuperBitch across the face. “You Phony Bitch!”

That was it! With a gasp, SuperBitch shoved Nina backwards towards the fountain, but Nina caught her wrist and pulled her in with her! They splashed into the fountain. It was only six inches deep, but they both got soaked.

They didn’t even care. They were in the midst of a full out cat-fight! They were rolling back and forth with Nina on top and then SuperBitch on top. SuperBitch howled as Nina grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down. Then it was Nina’s turn to yell as SuperBitch spun her around and she landed forward, half hanging out of the fountain, SuperBitch straddling her back.

Suddenly, she reached down and grasped the bottom of Nina’s shirt and pulled it, standing up. Nina was so shocked, her arms went up and her shirt was pulled right off. SuperBitch staggered out of the fountain, laughing and pointing “Stupid servant slut. There you go, show the elite what you’re hiding under your shirt.”

Nina looked down and couldn’t believe what had happened. Her white lace bra almost transparent now that it was wet and all the guys were staring at her dark areolas showing through the thin fabric. She stood up shakily amidst their chuckles and stares. Her skirt was now bunched up like a belt around her waist. Her panties too, being white and wet were transparent and her dark triangle was very visible. She looked into the eyes SuperBitch and then lauched herself at her.

It was tough to see in the dim light what was happening. The women were screaming at each other and rolling back and forth between the chairs. Barry exclaimed as he looked down, bent over and held up a soaking wet, white lace bra. He squinted into the mayhem, trying to see the treasures he knew were now exposed. Finally, Nina stood up and she was pulling at something.

Barry didn’t know what she was pulling at, but it was sure pissing Mrs. Sinclair off considering how she was wailing. Barry was more distracted by the sight of Nina’s huge tits swinging back and forth as she wrestled something. Suddenly, Nina fell back, but caught herself from falling. She was holding something made of black material. It looked like Mrs. Sinclair’s dress! Barry felt something at his feet again. He bent over and picked up something. He didn’t know what it was. It felt like foam and was shaped like one of his wife’s shoulder pads from her jackets, but bigger. Then the lights turned on.

“What is going on?” Ian was walking over with about ten staff behind him. He stopped short when he saw Nina standing there, her tits hanging out. Then he heard a whimper from the floor.

He looked down curious and then his eyes got big. “Mrs. Sinclair! What happened? Here, let me help you.” He helped her up and she seemed a little unsure on her feet. Everyone was staring. Sure enough, Nina had pulled her dress off. SuperBitch was standing there in black nylons over a black thong; she wasn’t wearing a bra.

That’s not what had everyone’s attention though. There were probably thirty people in the room now and they were all staring at Mrs. Sinclair’s tits or the lack of them. They were lucky to be A-cups; barely buds on her chest. The laughing started in the back and then carried around the room. Mrs. BetterThanYou, who strutted around the club like she owned the place; humiliated people daily; was standing here in front of everybody and was built like a guy! Even Nina was so caught up, laughing at her that she didn’t realize she was standing there topless. Everybody was getting a good laugh.

Mrs. Sinclair just stood there apparently dazed until the flash on Barry’s cell phone went off as he took a picture of her little titties. “Wow! Compared to Nina, you’re..umm….well, where’s your tits?” That snapped her out of it; she turned quickly into Ian’s shoulder, hiding her face and covering her tits.

Ian patted her on the back and told her it was going to be alright. He escorted her out amidst all the laughing members and staff. Nina was so happy! This night could not have turned out better. She got dressed and left, resisting Barry’s pleas to stay. As she walked through the parking lot towards the bus stop she could see Ian’s van on the other side rocking back and forth. At the same time it occurred to her; when Ian had escorted SuperBitch out, he had been holding her ass. Nina’s eyes got big; Ian was finally getting lucky!

She couldn’t wait for Monday, things were going to be a lot different around here now between her and Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III.

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Deepika was a fashion model before Bollywood so her body was already well know. Here she's showing off her padding skills really.

 

Modelling days:

April Pennington

This is taken from a Poser comic titled "A Fight to Remember" by Thomas JJ aka Dr Disturbo.
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A CHANGE OF CLOTHING by Katchase

They say that clothes make the man and that may be true but I found out that clothes also make the woman or in my case unmake her as I recently found out. I had flown down to florida to attend a business conference and afterwards spend a few days taking it easy visiting my aunt and my 14 year old cousin whom I hadn't seen since I had acquired my position as assistant planner in a prestigious computer firm three years ago at the ripe age of 21. I had arranged to have my luggage delivered to my aunt's house so I could go straight to my conference which I did and after a gruelling 8 hours later, I was looking forward to taking a hot shower and getting out of my stuffy, confining conservative business clothes and into something a little more revealing and comfortable
and trying my luck with the local guys. I arrived by taxi to my aunts house only to discover when I got there that my luggage had not got there yet and after a call to the airlines was no closer to knowing where they were.

My aunt assured me that she would find me something of my cousins to wear as we were basically the same size now as she had just gone through a growth spurt and I was so petite (only standing 5' 1'' tall and weigh 98 pounds) she was sure it would probably fit me, Totally exhausted and just wanting to get a hot shower and relax, I agreed and went to get a shower.
After getting out of the shower, I looked around on the floor for my underware only to find it gone and sitting on top of the toilet seat was a plain white training bra and a pair of full cut pink and white flowered panties with pink trim adorning the top and leg openings. Laughing out loud at what I saw, I figured what the heck, I'll try them on, I'm sure they'll never fit me their for a preteen not a full grown woman but
much to my amazement the bra actually fit me, though snugly and actually made my small breast look almost non exsistence and when I pulled the panties on they were actually a little big on my small hips and rode so high on my waist I felt like they
came up to my belly button and it reminded me of when I was a child and wore panties of the same style and as I stared into a full length mirror on the back
of the bathroom wall, I saw an average looking teenage girl in her underwear staring back where a sharply dressed woman had stood a mere 30 minutes ago.
           
Feeling kinda strange wearing underware designed for a girl just entering puberty instead my usual sexy, silky thong underware and lacy push up bra, I could only wonder what else my aunt had left for me and it only took me a minute before I saw a pattern forming. There on the toilet seat sat a plain white baby doll dress covered in little pink flowers. The dress had a high empire waist and when I put it on it came to just mid thigh in the front and rode higher in the back to the point of threatening to show anyone who cared to see my cotton flowered undies if I made any sudden movemement from side to side.
           
Feeling even more vulnerable than ever I sat down on the toilet seat to put on the little white half socks and the little white sneakers i found and realized that unless I sat with my legs tightly together anyone would be able to see my panties also. Standing in front of the mirror again I was shocked at the little girl looking back at me. Without my push-up bra , I literally looked flat chested and with no hose on my legs looked skinny and white like a little girls and in the short dress I definitely felt insecure and vulnerable like a child instead of a smart confident woman whom just attended a high power meeting a mere few hours ago.

Opening the door to the bathroom, I saw my aunt standing in the hallway waiting for me and she squealed in delight at my new appearance but insisted that I should try a new hairstyle to complete my new look and before I could protest I found my usual beautiful golden locks that framed my face seductively pulled back into two pigtails complete with bangs making the illusion complete that I was an preteen girl instead of a woman of 24.

Amazed that with just a change of clothes, I could be reduced to a status of that of a child. I tried to argue with my aunt that these clothes were better suited to be worn by my 14 yr old cousin and not me when she happen to come through the door with a few of her friends and before I knew what had happen I was accepted into the group just like one of the girls to the point that I was invited to a slumber party that night but that is another story.

Finding myself surrounded by a group of 14 year girls dressed as an average teenage girl was strange enough but to have to look up at my own cousin who stood a good three inches taller than me thanks to a recent growth spurt all but stripped away whatever self-confidence away I had left leaving me feeling like the little girl I now appeared as.

Sensing this, my cousin took the opportunity to force me to agree to attend a slumber party she was having that night, though not as an adult but rather a plain looking geeky 14 year-old whom would be known as her little cousin visiting from up north. In what seemed no time at all, more girls started to arrive for the sleepover and before I knew it I was totally accepted by the girls and even my aunt had started to treat me like a child instead of an adult woman. After a snack of pizza and soda pop, my aunt suggested everyone should get into their pajamas and then pulled me aside and said she had a pair of special pj's for me that would look so cute on me.

Seeing a lot of the other girls come down from changing in just a tee shirt or long night shirt and a pair of shorts, I figured that is what she had in mind and followed her upstairs. Unfortunately I wasn't even close for she had laid out for me a childish babydoll pj top and matching cotton panties for me to wear. Pleading with her for a grown-up pair of pj's was like talking to a brick wall and as she helped me undress I truly felt like an embarrassed little 13 year-old when she commented on my small breasts and how maybe I would grow some when I got older. In no time at all I found myself in a little baby doll top with puffed sleeves and short enough to see my full-cut cotton panties and this time she braided my hair and then shooed me downstairs to where the other girls were only to have them laugh at my childish outfit. My cousin came over and had me set down by her all the while talking to me like now I was younger than her.

I was humilated beyond words and as I stood up to yell at the girls teasing me after my aunt had left the room, I was quickly pulled down into the middle of the circle and each girl started to spank my bottom until it was red and I was crying like a baby. Feeling totally humilated and like a scared little girl sitting with all the big girls now, I didn't say a word and quickly got into my sleeping bag and went to sleep hoping that tomorrow morning my luggage would come and then I could once again regain my adult status.

Unfortunately, I woke up in the morning to a wet sleeping bag and a circle of laughing girls surrounded me laughing about how the old hand in the water tricked worked. Enraged I stood up and started to yell at them all the while feeling the wet panties bunching up betwwen my legs and as I stood there in my urine soaked panties humiliated. My aunt walked into the room and saw me and commented that it appeared that her niece was not even old enough to go potty by herself and would have to wear diapers, but then that is also another story.

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