The Padded Party

III

It only took a few days for the pictures to start getting noticed. Soon, the girls had thousands of views and over a hundred reposts on the photos that they had taken. Things were moving even faster than Emily had first anticipated. Lauren was astonished at the attention they had gotten in such little time. It was time for another photoshoot.

"I want to step it up for our next set," Emily told Lauren, "I think if we nail this next photoshoot, we can start posting premium content by the end of next week. People are responding better than I thought, and I think we can do even better." Lauren was excited at this point; Emily's plan seemed to be working perfectly, and she was ready for the next step. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, still a bit nervous, but also eager to build upon their success.

"Last shoot, we went for a sexy diapered look," Emily explained, "I think it went really well as you can tell from the great response we've gotten, but I want to try a different style this time. I want to go for a helplessly diapered look. I want to really focus on the innocence that comes from wearing diapers and go for a babyish look. I already have some outfits picked out." She went to her closet and returned a few minutes later with two oversized onesies and bras that looked like something a little girl would wear - if a little girl were to wear a bra. They hard cartoon prints of princesses on them with lacy frills around the sides. The onesies were even more infantile. One was bayish pink and the other was baby blue. Both had cartoon prints of pacifiers, baby bottles, and diapers. Lauren was stunned. Did people really find these things sexy? She couldn't see how anyone could.

"I'm thinking we start with just the diaper and bra," Emily explained, "then we can do some topless shots in just the diaper. Then we can do some pictures in the onesie. I also bought a couple stuffed animals that we can play with, some pacifiers we can suck on, and some bottles we can use."

Lauren just stared at Emily in stunned silence, her mouth hanging open in shock. "Well," Emily said after a few moments, "what do you think? Are you ready to change into a diaper? We should probably get started."

"Absolutely not," Lauren said, finally regaining her senses, "I'm not doing any of that. Wearing a diaper under a dress was weird enough. There is absolutely no way I am dressing like a toddler. Pacifiers? Bottles? Onesies? You must be crazy to think I would go along with this idea. There is no way this happening."

"Stop being so dramatic," Emily insisted, "they're just clothes. Think of the onesie as any other piece of clothing. And what's so bad about a pacifier? You've sucked on way worse things," she said, giving Lauren a devilish smile, "it's no big deal. Models have to wear weird clothing all the time. It wasn't long ago that your dream was to be a model."

"Yeah but I never would have imagined I would be we wearing baby clothes and a diaper," Lauren retorted, "this is too weird for me. I'm out"

"You're being ridiculous," Emily fired back, "do you know how close we are to making some money? Do you want to go back to being a waitress, working 40 hours a week and giving up your weekends. You only lasted two weeks before getting fired. What makes you think you'd do better next time? Or do you want to move back in with our parents? I'm sure that would be great. We have the chance to live the LA dream while only working a few hours a week. Think about how easy it will be. Will it be worth wearing a diaper and modeling in embarrassing clothing every once in a while? I say 'yes. Definitely yes.'"

Lauren hated to admit it, but her friend was right. They needed the money. Badly. And being an ABDL model, as bad as it was and as uncomfortable as it made her feel, was better than working a regular job doing retail or waiting tables. Lauren didn't like it, but she didn't have any better options.