The Model (Patreon)

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"You would be absolutely perfect," they told Lucy. "You're exactly what we're looking for!"

Lucy knew they were just buttering her up, appealing to her ego, but it was working... It was nice, feeling like she was special, like she was pretty enough to be a model, much less one that was a fit for whatever job they were hiring for.

She also knew that it wasn't a good idea for someone like her; she knew what most of the advertisements featuring littles were like. "I-I don't think so," she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I-I need to get back to work..."

The two women looked at each other, exchanging a cryptic glance. "Is this really where you want to work... Lucy?" one of them asked, eyeing her nametag. 

"I-I mean, not really," Lucy shrugged, uncomfortably watching out for her manager to be sure that wasn't overheard. "B-But I won't be forever! I have a degree, and..."

"Oh, sweetie," the other woman chuckled. "Do you actually think that matters? Why don't you come with us?" She beckoned Lucy towards her. Lucy paused, worried she was about to be kidnapped right out of the department store she worked in, wondering if any of her co-workers would make an attempt to help her if they saw. She took a tentative step closer to the pair of Amazons, who, thankfully, instead of lunging at her and grabbing her, began to lead her through the store. 

If they'd been walking for one of the exits, Lucy didn't know if she would have gone with them or not, but there was no way out where they were going. The little nursery section was that way, though it was far enough off that she'd have some warning if it looked like that's what they were heading to. Fortunately, they stopped short, in the clothing section, well short of even the diapers.

"Do you see these?" one of the women asked, gesturing towards a display of dress-up clothes. They could have been mistaken for Halloween costumes, if it was anywhere close to fall. They were patterned after fairy tale characters, Cinderella and Little Bo Peep, with long, poofy skirts that, unlike many of the things here, would hide a diaper, rather than expose it. Lucy nodded; she'd not only seen them, she was the one who had put that display up. "This is the line we're shooting for. It's real... This isn't some trick. You might even end up there," she pointed to the signs hanging from the ceiling, showing littles playing in the dresses, 'herding' stuffed sheep, standing in front of a backyard playhouse 'castle', having a tea party. Lucy had not hung those herself... Even with the ladder, she wouldn't have been able to reach up high enough.

Did she want to be on those? It would be embarrassing, having to look at that every day, wondering if the customers would put it together that it was her up there... But if they did, it would be kind of thrilling, like she was a celebrity, something she definitely never felt like in this place usually. And, while the models in those pictures were doing childish things, they weren't as outright infantile as most of the other advertisements in this section, without even a hint of padding beneath those dresses, not that you'd be able to tell.

"Why don't I show you what the newest release is?" the other woman smiled, seeing Lucy's defenses begin to crack, pulling up a photo on her phone. "Cute, isn't it? Of course, it doesn't really pop until we find someone to wear it..."

Lucy melted at the sight of the little blue dress and its white pinafore. The dress was shorter than Cinderella's, though no worse than Bo Peep's. "I love Alice," she admitted, feeling giddy despite her reservations. 

The women looked at one another and grinned. "Then why don't you come be her for us, Lucy?" 

Lucy admired herself in the mirror, smoothing her skirt out proudly, so grateful that she'd taken this job. If she'd let it slip by, and then saw the new banner ads featuring somebody else in this outfit, she couldn't even imagine how jealous she'd be. And she was getting paid for this! Paid far more than she made at her real job!

"Are you ready?" one of the women smiled. 

"Yes, ma'am!" Lucy blushed at being caught staring at her reflection like that. The dress really was cute, however, and the headband, the striped tights, the little shoes with the bows on the toes that they'd picked to complete the outfit were perfect. And the best part of it had been the lack of any diaper in her wardrobe, just the way it should be. There was no reason there should have been one, of course, but she'd still had a sneaking suspicion one might be there...

"Wonderful!" the woman led her to the set, to the tea party that was set up for her. Like the other ads in this series, it was definitely childish, though it stopped short of being full-on babyish. She felt silly, pretending to sip tea with a table full of stuffed animals, sure, yet she didn't mind too much, not with the money she was getting. Her co-workers might tease her about it when they saw it, but it wasn't that embarrassing, really. She was just playing pretend!

"Absolutely perfect!" she was told, and she almost felt sad that they were moving on to something else, almost wanted to stay and chat with her fluffy friends some more. "Now then, on to the next scene."

Lucy trotted along obediently to the next set, which was a living room, a stuffed white rabbit on the floor, oversized playing cards scattered around beside it. There was a table with a baby bottle beckoning her to 'Drink Me', a plate of cookies with a sign telling her 'Eat Me'... And a pacifier.

She didn't notice the last until she had seated herself on the floor, starting to pick up the cards to pretend to play a game with the white rabbit. At first, the big cards had been fun... Now, holding them, seeing that pacifier sitting so close to her, mocking her, she couldn't help feeling extra tiny in front of the two women photographing her.

"I-I don't have to use that, do I?" she'd nearly been afraid to ask, as if they might have forgotten about it otherwise, but she knew it would bother her until she said something, until she knew.

"Oh, no, of course not," they assured her. "It's only for set dressing!"

She'd been so worried about that, she didn't think to ask about the bottle, assuming she was being ridiculous, and that was all it was, too, until they asked her to pick it up, hold it and stare at it curiously. She was surprised to feel that there was definitely something inside, some sort of liquid. "Now, take a drink."

"Wh-What?" Lucy's eyes widened, staring up at them. Considering everything that happened to Alice when she listened to signs on the various treats in Wonderland, that seemed like a bad idea.

"Just hold it up to your mouth," one of the women sighed. Lucy really had enjoyed this, didn't want to cut herself off from being able to do it again by being difficult, so she did as she was told, taken by surprise when, try as she might to avoid it, a mouthful of warm milk flooded into her mouth.

"Exactly!" she was praised. "Now, I want you to spread your legs, hold your hands in front of your crotch and look shocked."

Lucy squirmed, not wanting to make a fuss again, but she knew what that was going to look like, what it was suggesting... The milk she'd drank had made her have an accident, in the storyline of the pictures. That was further than she'd seen any of the other ads go, and she couldn't say she loved the thought of being seen pretending to do that, even if it wasn't real.

"Lucy," one of the women told her gently, "this is what you were hired to do. It's part of the job."

"I-I know," she nodded. They probably wouldn't use this anyway... Those tea party pictures were way better, in her opinion. She did as she'd been ordered... And then, at last, the diaper came out.

"Come on, Lucy," the other woman rolled her eyes. "That's the storyline... You drank the milk, and it made your panties turn into a diaper. It's only for one shot."

"This is the job."

Was it better that she hadn't supposedly peed her pants? She could talk herself into that... Just because she was wearing a diaper didn't mean she had to use it, either in real life, or in the pictures...

She had almost forgotten about all that by the time the new dress came out. She smiled to herself, remembering the beginning of the session, mostly, the good times, as she hung the Alice dresses up, part of her wanting to buy one for herself, another part wondering if she could call up the pair of Amazons who had hired her to see if they could get her one for free... And, also, to see if they might have another job for her.

They'd been quite complimentary of her, yet she hadn't heard from them since, making her wonder if she'd been to whiny after all, if she should have stayed quiet and done what she was told. Had she ruined her chance to get out of this dead-end job? 

That would have been a pity at any time, but especially now. "How's it going, Lucy?" her manager asked, Lucy jumping, taken by surprise, cringing as she felt a few drops of wetness dribble into her panties. "Staying dry?"

She wished she could snap at the woman and tell her she had, until she'd snuck up behind her and scared her; instead, she fibbed, "Yeah, obviously!"

Unfortunately, the woman wasn't buying it. Lucy could tell from the look on her face, making her worry it had been a bigger accident than she thought, that she might have leaked a bit onto her dress pants. "I think we'd better double check that."

"I'm right in the middle of this!" Lucy whined, but it didn't matter, and she was taken back to the office... And then to the store manager's office, despite her protests.

"We've discussed this," her manager lectured. "I was giving you one more chance, and you failed it, young lady." Of course the store manager agreed with her, and, together, they decided that, from now on, Lucy was required to wearing training pants to work. 

It had started out small - and still was, really - but out of seemingly nowhere, she'd begun having accidents when she was distracted. Usually, her panties dried off before anyone else saw... One day, however, a customer had noticed and pointed it out to her manager, and since then, the woman had been waiting for this moment. She even had a pack ready to give to Lucy so she could change right away.

And, to add insult to injury, when she trudged back to finish setting up the display for the new dresses, the sign advertising them was up, hanging from the ceiling, in the middle of the aisle, and she had to stare at a huge version of herself, hands between her legs, looking for all the world like she may have just wet herself... But that was much better than what she saw when she got to the other side of the sign, and saw what anyone walking from the opposite end of the store would see. It was her lifting her skirt, showing off her diaper.

In a way, it was nice, since it would show that the other side wasn't about having an accident... How many people were going to look at both sides, however, and piece them together into a story? Either way, anyone who saw that would think she was a pants-wetting little baby, and if they were in this store, thought she looked similar to the girl on the sign, then noticed the extra bulk in her pants thanks to the trainers she had to wear now, that would only confirm it all for them.

She was absolutely mortified by all of it... But, as luck would have it, that was the night she got a call. "We have another client," one of the photographers told her. "They saw your work and they'd like you to..."

"Yes!" Lucy blurted out, not waiting to hear what kind of client it was, just desperate to find another job, to get away from the department store. "I'll do it!"

She really had nobody to blame but herself; she hadn't even asked what she would be modeling, so when she arrived and found her wardrobe was a diaper and a onesie, it was difficult to complain.

"Do you need help getting into it?" one of the photographers asked her. "Have you had any practice since last time?"

"N-No!" Lucy blushed, shaking her head, trying to forget about the trainers she'd been wearing to work while she waited for this job, and how soggy they'd been getting. They really weren't the same, anyway... She could pull those up like panties. These were full-on diapers, with tapes, like the ones she'd had to wear for the Alice ad. She hadn't known what to do with those, either, had been forced to let one of the photographers do it for her, right in the middle of the set, to keep the shoot from running late. "I-I didn't know I needed practice, I didn't expect..."

"Well, these are the sorts of things you should expect to wear, if you keep modelling," the woman shrugged. "That's just how it is. Now, go on, take off that skirt, let me get you into this."

Lucy was dazzled at the thought of doing this more often, of making this her real job, to the point where she nearly slid off her skirt without a thought. Fortunately, she paused, wiggled her bottom... blushed. "C-Could I have some privacy for a second?" she asked. The woman raised her eyebrow, but allowed it, letting Lucy shed her damp panties, try to hide them away before allowing herself to be taped into a diaper, the photographer tugging the onesie over her head and snapping it snugly into place.

The image that greeted Lucy in the mirror this time was much different... With the Alice dress, it was easy to pretend it was a game of make-believe. She squirmed, trying to tuck the stray bits of plastic from her diaper peeking out the legholes of the onesie back in to hide them, her ponytails bobbing merrily with her every move. Already, to her horror, she could feel her bladder anxiously dribbling into her padding, knowing from her experience with the trainers that, unlike with her panties, that wasn't likely to dry up, that the evidence of her accident was going to stick around, and grow, as time went on...

"You look great," one of the photographers promised. "Stop primping and preening and let's get this done!"

Lucy squealed as she was given a pat on the diapered bottom to usher her towards the set. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, she reasoned. The set looked like a normal bedroom, not a crib in sight, which was a relief. She climbed up onto the bed, adjusting her onesie, still doing her best to keep her diaper from being too obvious, spending most of the rest of her day up there, playing with stuffed toys.

All in all, it wasn't a bad way to make a living, she had to admit. It was much nicer than her retail job.... Of course, she had to remember what it had been like, seeing herself on the sign, and know that the same could happen with these pictures. It was only a modelling job, though... Surely everyone knew that... It didn't mean that she, herself, was a baby.

She was definitely starting to feel like one, however, the further they got into the shoot, the more distracted she got, only to snap out of it and find herself in an even soggier diaper. She was constantly terrified that they were going to ask her to unsnap her onesie, show off her diaper, not knowing how to explain what she'd done to it, but, thankfully, that never happened.

One of the photographers did offer to help her change once the shoot was over, but Lucy was able to turn her down, saying that she could handle on her own. She felt so much more confident, being back in her panties, which were mostly dry by now... Until she went back to the set to say goodbye for the day, and was handed a backpack.

"It's a little gift," they told her. Lucy could tell there was something inside, and couldn't wait to find out what it was, unzipping it to find... diapers.

"Oh!" she blushed, wishing she hadn't opened it in front of the photographers now. "I-I don't need... I-I'm not..."

"Maybe," they smiled, "it would be a good idea for you to keep them anyway... Get some practice with them." Lucy gulped, her panties dampening again. They didn't expect her to wear these things on her own time, did they?! She didn't even really want to wear them here, if she didn't have to!

"Y-You don't have any other jobs that don't need...?" she poked at them, blushing at the soft crinkle they produced.

"I'm afraid not. We have plenty that do need them, though, and that would love to have you. Don't you want to be able to get yourself into wardrobe on your own?"

Lucy chuckled at herself, feeling silly. That's what they meant by practice! Learning to put them on by herself... That was something she could get behind! "Okay," she nodded. "Yeah, that's a good idea!"

That was exactly what she told herself that evening, as she stared down at the diaper, willing herself to put it on. "It's for my career, that's all... I don't need them... I'll just put one on and see how snug I can make it, then I'll take it right off."

It went pretty well, too, up until the last part. She was fairly satisfied with how the diaper looked, even if it wasn't as good as the photographers could do, but when she went to rip the tape off to remove the diaper, it refused to budge. "Hey!" she frowned, pulling harder and harder, to no avail, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as it slowly dawned on her that these must be little-proof tapes... And she was trapped in her diaper.

If it weren't for all the money she was making, she might not have showed up to the set the next day. As it was, she arrived with a huffy, "That wasn't funny!"

"Oh, no!" one of the photographers gasped. "Did we put the wrong ones in the bag? I'm so sorry, sweetie!"

"Yeah, right," Lucy sulked. "Just get me out of this thing!"

It was absolutely soaked, thanks to her not being able to remove it by herself, or knowing any Amazons she trusted to do it for her. "Seriously," the photographer told her. "You were able to get the one yesterday off on your own, weren't you?" That was true... She hadn't had any issue with the one from the shoot. "It was an honest mistake... I'm glad to see you decided to practice, though. And you did a great job!"

Lucy felt strangely proud of that, not that it was a skill she'd ever wanted to be good at... Until now, when it was a part of her job. Maybe it was a lucky accident that they'd given her the wrong diapers, because she never would have thought to show off her work otherwise. The Amazon diapered her this time anyway, though, since she was already there getting the old one off.

Back in her onesie and pigtails, Lucy played on the bed some more, but, before long, she started getting new directions, telling her to get off the bed, to play with her teddies while she was on the floor, bending forward, her padded bottom sticking out, right towards the camera. All her efforts to keep the diaper hidden felt pointless now, as it almost felt like that was the main focus of the shoot.

In fact, after a little while, she was given a particularly harrowing bit of direction. "Why don't you go ahead and use your diaper, sweetie?"

"Wh-What?!" Lucy blushed. "I-I don't do that... I-I mean, I know I was wet this morning, b-but it wasn't my fault, and..."

"It's for the scene," they assured her. "You won't get much work if you aren't willing to use your diapers..."

"B-But you can't even see it!" Lucy pointed out. "The onesie is closed, so there's no way you'd know!" She was banking on that... She was already a little damp, and she could pretend she was following orders now, so it was almost a relief... At the same time, there was something about being told to do it that felt wrong.

"Oh, I think we'll be able to tell," one of the photographers winked. "Come on, Lucy, just give a little push..."

"Y-You want me to...?!" Lucy gasped. They didn't want her to wet herself after all! "No!" she shook her head. That was too far, by a long shot. She didn't want to seem difficult, though. "I-I don't even hafta go," she lied.

"Come on, Lucy," the other repeated. "You didn't take any bathroom breaks here yesterday... And, unless you did it before you got in your diapering practice, you didn't do it since then, either." Lucy hated that they knew that, but she knew it was her fault. "All this scene needs is a bit of a lump right there," she patted the seat of Lucy's diaper. "If you do that, this will be exactly what the client wants, and they'll see how good of a model you are... So many opportunities are going to open up for you..."

Were they the kind of opportunities Lucy wanted? She was starting to suspect not... Compared to her job in retail, however, was this really so bad?

Hardly able to believe she was doing this, that she'd let herself be talked into it, Lucy turned away from the photographers, facing the teddy bear she'd been playing with for so much of the last couple days, taking as much comfort as she could in its furry face... And began to push.

When she'd worked at the store, Lucy would dream about trying to get her displays set just right, while customers were destroying them around her... And, after her sign had gone up, she'd sometimes end up having to model the dress in dreams, complete with diaper. She probably should have expected that, once she quit and began to model full-time, her dreams would shift to start being about that.

That wasn't entirely true, however... She wouldn't dream about having her picture taken, and trying to keep her photographers happy; she'd dream about the situations from the shoots, as if she were really living through them. It made sense, she supposed; the photographers always encouraged her to get into character, to lean in so that the pictures would feel authentic. But that meant that now, in her sleep, she'd think of herself as a baby, running around in the cutesy baby clothes she spent all day dolled up in, playing with her toys, or sitting in school, or on the playground, always diapered.

It was especially confusing once she did an ad for overnight diapers, spending several days in a crib pretending to be asleep. She would have thought it would be a simple job, but the photographers seemed on edge during the whole thing, making her nervous to bother them for anything, even when her tummy began to rumble. 

A lot of her shoots did require her to mess her diapers, unfortunately, so she was getting worryingly used to it. Almost every day, it seemed, she'd have to do it! This one didn't, and she was determined to give herself a break from mushy pants, but every time there was a break, and she started to slip the paci out of her mouth, she'd be scolded for playing with her wardrobe.

It was okay, she thought. She could wait until they were finished, and she was back home... She was wrong. That was her first true messy accident, squirming in the crib, hugging her teddy bear tightly to her, mortified, the cameras clicking and capturing every second of it...

And then, at the end, when she was ready to move on and never have to think about it again, she'd been told, "The crib is going home with you."

"Wh-What?" she blushed. "I-I don't..."

"The client supplied it to us for this shoot, and we don't have room to store it, so they said we ought to give it to you. It would be rude of you not to take it."

"Well, you don't have to tell them I didn't!" she sulked, but it didn't matter... The crib was delivered to her apartment, and, since there was no room for both, her bed was taken away. Every night, she had to go to sleep in the crib, remembering how she'd tried so hard to keep from filling her diaper, and failed so miserably, right in front of everyone... No wonder that was forefront in her mind during her dreams, so many of them ending with her squatting down and pooping her pants helplessly.

It didn't help that in the morning, she'd wake up to a closet full of the same baby clothes she'd wear in her dreams, more presents from the clients that she was told it would be bad manners for her to refuse, or get rid of. The photographers had even started to ask her why she wasn't wearing them, so she'd been going to work in them lately, meaning many days she would wake up in her crib, change out of the trainers she slept in - which, more often than not, were soggy - take a shower, then dress up like a toddler so she could go get her picture taken playing pretend.

If it wasn't for the training pants she wore most of the time now, thanks to her ever-increasing accidents, rather than diapers, it would be hard for her to separate her work from the rest of her life... And not just for her. Anytime she went to the store, even though she wore her old, grown-up clothes there, she'd be greeted by her own face looking out at her from store signs and magazine ads, selling everything from strollers to baby food. It was little wonder that when people recognized her, they'd want to hug her, and take a picture with her, and pat her bottom, or that they were always surprised to find her not in diapers.

That was another reason she'd started to wear trainers... She'd been caught in wet panties while she was out and about, and very nearly ended up getting diapered and adopted then and there. "No, I don't need diapers!" she'd whimpered.

"Oh, really?" the Amazon had raised an eyebrow, gesturing towards a sign with her over the little clothes section, where she was, as usual, very obviously filling her pants. 

"Th-That's not real!" Lucy had tried to tell her, but she'd known she wasn't convincing anyone. Thankfully, she'd gotten away. Since then, the training pants gave her a little protection, and they were normally good enough to satisfy her fans.

"This is it," the photographers gushed. "This is the big one."

Lucy nodded, unsure. "Okay... If you say so. What is it this time?"

They beamed. "Diapers," they said simply.

"Yeah, I know," she rolled her eyes. "It always is..." She'd begged them to find her jobs that didn't require padding, but, according to them, nobody was looking for those sorts of models right now. "What else?"

"No, Lucy... Just diapers." She still didn't get it, not until she was taken to wardrobe, and discovered it consisted entirely of a diaper, socks, and sneakers.

"A-Are you guys sure about this?" she asked nervously, arms crossed over her bare chest. "I-I don't think... I-I might not be the right..."

"Of course you're the right person for the job!" one of the photographers told her. "You're perfect!"

Lucy wasn't certain that was true... There was nothing to hide behind, nothing to distract from the white padding around her waist, no denying her babyishness... She could write so many of her other jobs off as playing pretend, but this went beyond that; this was what happened when pretend time was over. She felt so tiny, so vulnerable... And that was just letting the photographers see her this way! 

"I-I don't know," she swallowed. 

"There's no need to be modest," one of the photographers chuckled. "We can see you're already into character." Lucy blushed, looking down at the pure white diaper, seeing that the tiny dribble of wetness she'd felt coming out of her was quite obvious. She could only hope these pictures would be nice and small, so anyone looking at them wouldn't be able to tell... Although, she knew, as the shoot went on, that wet spot would be getting bigger and bigger...

She was right about that; less so about the size of the ads these would be attached to. "These are extraordinary," the photographers said. "Can you believe this, Lucy? You're the face of an entire diaper company now! Not just one line, like with the overnights... The whole brand! These are going to be everywhere... You're going to be on billboards, and...!"

"L-Like that?" Lucy looked at the picture of herself, lying on bed, her diapered bottom on complete display.

"This is going to be on every package of these diapers, too... Whenever anybody buys them, they're going to see you!"

"I-I don't want that!" Lucy whimpered, grabbing at the tapes of her diaper, not caring that she wasn't wearing anything else, wanting to get it off. But they wouldn't budge. "Y-You put me in the wrong kind," she blushed.

"No, we didn't... That's the only kind these diapers come in. Aren't they nice? You've been piddling in them all day, and they haven't leaked... That's going to come in very handy for you, I think. Since you're the face of the brand now, you're going to have to wear them all the time now."

"N-No!" Lucy stomped her foot. "I can't do that! I can't change myself! I-I can't even get them off to use the potty!"

But that didn't matter to them... Lucy gulped as it slowly dawned on her that this was it... None of this was pretend anymore. The photographers didn't even have to come to take away her grown-up clothes, and replace her panties and trainers with her new diapers - not that that stopped them - for it to sink in. She was in diapers full-time now, left to the mercy of the photographers to change her when she came in to 'work', so she could play with her toys, then go home and sleep in her crib... Just like the baby she'd been portraying for so long, never suspecting that the photographers had been pushing her down this path all along, ever since she'd taken that milk from them her first time to start weakening her bladder.

"You know what?" one of the Amazons said to the other as they dropped the last of Lucy's stained undies into a garbage bag while the girl watched grumpily from her crib. "Maybe it would be best if she just came to live with us... Then we wouldn't have to worry about her getting a rash... Or coming in to work late."

"You know what?" the other grinned, pretending they hadn't practiced this in advance. "I think that might be a good idea... We wouldn't want any other studio to snap her up, either. She's too perfect."

Lucy would have loved to contribute to the conversation, to tell them no, but the pacifier locked in her mouth made sure she didn't have any say in the matter... Though, to be fair, the mess she was in the midst of making in her diaper would have been enough to do the same, proving that she wasn't mature enough to decide anything for herself anyway.