THE URGE TO BECOME A MODEL

BY CORNER GHOST

It wasn't really Chelsea's fault, she had been coaxed into being a model - her parents insisted that she see all the doctors to mold her body into their image of a young model.

She went to the parties that the clothing manufacturers had to 'introduce' her to others like her . . . and so she tried to mix in with them, by mixing she had to include drugs and drink. She found that they gave her a buzz. When her sisters said they wanted to be models at first she didn't like the idea, but they were persistant, she decided that if they wanted to be like her she would show them what it took.

She made plans for the sleepover that Erin and Clara had asked her parents for, the fact that her parents would be away at a meeting was perfect. She went to her bedroom and checked that she had the marker pen that the doctors had used when discussing with her parents about removing the excess skin and fat from her body. Yes it had been painful, but she had survived it and was being treated like a star.

On the night Chelsea went to a friends house, well he knew the right people and was able to get the drugs and booze to keep her happy, it didn't cost her too much, just some cash and a blowjob, it was the veiled comments about his friends having some fun at the weekend.

Chelsea knew that Marlene's parents didn't trust her and so she decided to return late to her parent's house so that she wouldn't have to face them, in fact she just missed them - watching them drive away as she walked up the driveway, she felt relaxed and buzzed up ready for the evening.

She shut the door behind her parents, after their normal warnings and a reminder of their phone number. "Sheesh Dad, they'll be fine." She mananged to say causing her father to look closely at her but her mother just pulled him away.

"We can't be late, now come on!" She had said.

Chelsea turned to her sister and their friend."Oshay now I'm going to teesh you the way I became a model!"

Erin and Clara looked at each other, they'd noticed how Chelsea had slurred her words, they realised that something was wrong but weren't sure what. Marlene thought there something strange but she wanted to be a model and thought that Chelsea was just putting on an act.

"Oshay . . . okay now let's see what you have to offer, undress!" Her two sisters were quickly naked but Marlene was a bit slower and still had her knickers and an undershirt on, but Chelsea could still see her pouchy stomach and her arms still had plenty of puppy-fat on them.

Chelsea went to her bedroom to retreive the marker pen and returned to the three girls, she decided to start with Marlene, "You girls will have to loose some fat to become a model. I'm going to mark on each one of you where the fat needs to be lost. I will start with Marlene." She told them and then started .

Chelsea took the magic marker cap off and bent down to get a better look at Marlene's eight-year-old body. The first spot she marked was the puppy fat on Marlene's arms, then a few fatty deposits on Marlene's legs. Continuing on up her legs she marked a spot right below Marlene's nice round little rump, on each leg. She lifted Marlene's shirt a little and marked two spots on either side of her back. Then she did Marlene's front she marked all around Marlene's tummy, the cute pudgy tummy every child has when they are little. And finally the process of marking where the fat was was complete.

Chelsea was starting to feel a little frightened herself and decided that she needed some stimulation so telling the girls to remain where they were she went into the kitchen, she found the bottle of whisky where her father 'hid it' and took a long draught from it. Then she gathered the rest of what she had decided to use. Keeping them in a bag she returned to the girls.

"Yoush better come with me while I do this." She said taking hold of Marlene's arm and dragging her into the den and locking the door behind her.

Marlene was thoroughly scared for Chelsea had marked all over her body with a magic marker. How did she plan for her to loose that weight. She had decided that she no longer wanted to be a model and now she only wanted to go home. She wanted her mommy and daddy. She wish she would have told them Chelsea would be in charge for a little while she wished all those things.

Chelsea was starting to feel woozy from the mixture of booze and drugs but she shook her head. "Yous see Marlene, I wanted to be a model, but they said I was too fat . . . and the way to get rid of it was to have it cut away from me, I was taken to a room, like this and the doctors just cut into me and took away the fat. Thath's what I'm gonna do.

Marlene shook her head and backed away from Chelsea, but chelsea was too quick and grabbed hold of Marlene's arms, the younger girl struggled and Chelsea was pulled backwards and forwards, striking her head and blacking out for a second. When she came too, Marlene was stuggling with the door, but Chelsea quickly got to her feet and pulled Marlene away and then started tying the young girl to the sofa. Her legs were tightly bound at her ankles and wrists were tightly bound above her. She couldn't move and becoming a model really scared her now. A sock was shoved into her mouth and she soon found she couldn't scream for help though it. To make matters worse Chelsea taped it on and she could no longer try to force it out of her mouth. All she could make was soft mewing noises. Chelsea looked at the girl and the tears flowing down her face.

"I wanted to stop them, but they wouldn't, they just kept on and on and on!" Chelsea told the scared girl. she took a large knife from the bag and started to sharpen it, and then she heated the blade over a lighter to sterilize it. Marlene saw the blade and tried to scream as hard as she could but her scream barely made it past the balled up sock. She felt the blade cut into her arm where the mark had been made and the knife continued to cut until the marked area was fully cut away.

Next Chelsea moved onto Marlene's thigh and cut along the mark soon another large chunk of flesh was cut away.

Chelsea then turned her attention to Marlene's tummy, sawing away at the dangerous fat that was there, she tried to ignore the blood as she worked. . . Well she bled when it was her under the knife but the doctors weren't worried about her then.

Marlene's tummy was soon curved out but this did not stop Chelsea. Chelsea cut into the leg and carved yet another piece of flesh away then the other arm. Finally she untied only Marlene's arms and lifted her up so she could cut the pieces of flesh away on the girls back.

She then laid Marlene back down, the girl looked strange and was very light and weak, "Don't worry about the pain . . . it will soon fade, that's what they told me." Then Chelsea went to the den door and opened it she grabbed hold of her sister Clara, but then her head hurt her she closed her eyes. The sound of sobbing made itself heard to Chelsea's mind, and then her father's voice.

"It was lucky we were still close, I don't know what might have happened if Erin hadn't called." He was saying.

Chelsea tried to move but found she was strapped to a stretcher she looked around. "Da . . . daddy?" She said and immediately her father was by her side.

"Hello darling, how do you feel?" He asked her concern showing in his voice.

"So strange . . ." She started to say and then realised what she had done. "Marlene .. . how is she? I killed her!" She said and burst into tears.

"Marlene? She's fine, she's more concerned about you." Chelsea's father said.

"What?" Now Chelsea was confused.

"Well after you were knocked out the girls phoned me, they locked the den door again and waited for me to arrive, Marlene's still scared but she's fine. It's you that's hurt." Her father explained

"So it was all . . ." Chelsea tried to work it out.

"They say that you were dreaming, it was all in your mind. What did you think you did to Marlene?"

Chelsea told her father who realised just how dangerous it was to try to make a child be exactly what she wanted to be, he decided that Chelsea would be given what she needed, time and love to become a normal child.

As for Marlene, Erin and Clara? They decided that if being a model meant that you would have to go mad and take drugs then they never wanted to do that at all. Strangely enough their parents agreed with them.