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Hannah was a shy and reserved 18-year-old girl. She spent most of her days holed up in her bedroom, surfing YouTube and browsing Reddit on her laptop. One day while scrolling through r/CandidGirls, she came across an upskirt photo of a girl in a short skirt riding an escalator. The angle perfectly captured up her skirt, revealing lacy panties hugging her round bottom. Hannah couldn't look away. Something about the forbidden image was so arousing.

An idea took root in her mind. She wanted to take her own candid upskirt photos to post online. But she was far too demure to actually flash someone in public. What if she got caught? So she hatched a more discreet plan.

Hannah spent the next few evenings after dinner "going out" in revealing outfits - a micro mini skirt with no panties underneath, just a lacy garter belt. She set up a hidden camera in the living room and casually lounged on the couch, strategically angling her legs to give the camera a full view up her skirt.

Tentatively, heart pounding, she started posting the photos on 4chan's /b/ board. The responses flowed in - crude comments about her tits, ass, and cunt. But underneath the lewd words, she detected a note of excitement. They loved it. Wanted more.

And that's how Hannah's secret hobby began. A couple of times a week, she'd set up her clandestine photo shoots, legs spread wide for the camera's hungry eye. Drunkenly daring herself, she started posting the sets on Reddit too. Hundreds and hundreds of thirsty comments validated her new pastime.

One night after her parents had gone to bed, Hannah thought to take things further. She set up the camera on her nightstand and slowly stripped off her tank top and pajama shorts. Naked, she draped herself across the bed, knowing full well the camera could see all her folds glistening in the low light.

The comments that came in the next morning left her breathless and blushing. Tips were raining in, begging for more. With a thrill, she realized she could monetize her desire. She'd become a true amateur porn star all from the privacy of her bedroom, with nobody the wiser of her secret identity.

Hannah's online exploits soon took a life of their own. She set up a Patreon and started scheduling regular posts, constantly pushing the envelope further. Her followers ate it up. Posting photos of her masturbating with a nipple-clamped dildo. Fingering herself in the school library. Blowing a guy in the park for a tip. Strategically capturing it all for her adoring audience.

And she loved it. Hannah loved the thrill, the forbidden rush. She belied in lusty anons' fantasies, a true Pandora's cyber-box. These followers' penchant for edginess emboldened her in ways she never imagined. Posting a hardcore gangbang video from prom night, even though it nearly blew her cover since a student recognized her.

The front page of Reddit itself couldn't handle the flood of naughty posts, her most devoted fans always finding ways to post new content that the moderators couldn't quite catch. Too many advantages to living in the digital age. And she reveled in that power. A princess of a virtual kingdom, amusing herself in every taboo permutation and thrilling millions along the way.

Hannah never planned for it to get this big. But her body had no choice but to obey the override of her lust-addled mind. And so it went for years - school by day and her online lair by night. Two Hannahs.

As her popularity grew, so did her ego. She stopped being so careful about her anonymity. Brazenly inserting protesting classmates into her 4chan posts, knowing if they complained she would be in trouble. Provoking her teachers' reprimands just for the thrill of flaunting their impotence.

But in her hubris, Hannah made her first critical mistake. Posting an ucky anal video that accidentally captured her mother's voice in the background. Same voice she had posted on her podcast recapping her popular Twitch streams.

The jig was up. Her parents knocked on her locked bedroom door. "Hannah, open up. We need to talk." Her palms went clammy as her dad's voice dropped an octave. "I know what you've been doing online."

In a daze, she unlocked the door. They took her laptop and phone, promising to speak with the school. She shut down her accounts in a panic and wished to take it all back. But once it's online, it's never really gone.

Hannah's identity was splashed on the local news and her profile and most prominent posts were permanently archived on the internet. The shame was crushing. And yet, deep down, she felt almost...free? No more need to hide her secret. No more need to filter herself.

So she returned to her internet lair, as herself this time. And discovered that her world hadn't shrunk. It had grown. An even newer wave of fans roared in to support her, charmed by her brazen unapologeticness.

Life went on, like it does. But Hannah was changed. She was no longer the shy girl next door. Publicly branded as an amateur porn star, she decided to embrace her infamy. She even transferred schools to get away from her old classmates, finally free to be herself.

And what an adventure it's been since. Her fans got to witness her transformation up close in excruciating detail. The modesty and shame slowly seeping out of her, replaced by a new kind of confidence. No limits to her exhibitions anymore.

Just how she liked it.