> Suri's Modeling Gig
>  by Wandering Pigeon
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> Too Desperate To Refuse
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Suri Polomare paced around her kitchen table, eyes occasionally making contact with the recently-opened letter lying in the center. She chewed the inside of her cheek, hating herself for even giving the letter’s contents a second thought. Hating that she had given it a first thought.

And, above both, hated that she was forced to even consider it.

After her defeat in Fashion Week, the designer world had been quick to discover her cheating. Of course, ponies had suspected when she come in bearing a completely new round of dresses than her entries, but the real nail on the coffin had come when she’d failed to reproduce the rare fabric she had… ‘borrowed’ from Rarity.

Gossip and scandals spread like wildfire among fashionistas, and Suri’s was no exception. Right now, her name was mud in the world of fashion. No jobs or commissions had come in ever since. Even her long time customers were keeping their distance for the moment.

It would, eventually, pass… she hoped. Once a new scandal emerged, a famous but old designer died, or something else came along then all this drama would be swept aside in favor of that. Suri had seen it happen time and again. Heck, Prim Hemline herself had once been caught plagiarizing designs before. Though she had taken from seasons prior, it had still been a scandal, yet her reputation had recovered enough for her to host Fashion Week.

Fashionistas had short memories, and even shorter attention spans.

As long as Suri could wait, her patience would be rewarded with business once again. But until that day, she needed to pay rent.

And thus, the offer on the table before her reared it’s ugly head once again.

As a self-proclaimed above average mare, Suri had always considered modeling to be an ideal fallback. She’d maintained the bare necessities of headshots and decent relationships with photographers over the years on the off chance she’d need to pull some strings.

Sadly, only one string could be pulled this time around.

Photo Finish was a big name in the fashion industry, and well-known for her tendency to do random, experimental shoots just for the ‘experience’ they provided. And it just so happened that she was doing a shoot for an adult foal catalog.

And had offered the modeling job to Suri, hence the letter and hence her confliction on the matter.

“Grr…” Suri’s ears flopped just thinking of what she’d have to do. Model adult foal clothes? It was ridiculous! Humiliating! Shameful!

She was a well respected-- She was a formerly-and-soon-to-be-again well respected fashionista. Something like this on her resume would be dreadful. The stain on her reputation would be way more permanent than her petty scandal.

She couldn’t do it. There was just no way. Nothing could ever convince her and that was final!

Suri’s pacing ceased and she approached the letter, prepared to scoop it up and throw it away. Yet, before she could, her eyes drifted down the lines and saw the promised paycheck awaiting her.

She swallowed. “T-That’s quite a few zeros.” Apparently models willing to dress up like foals were hard to come by.

Wait, did that mean she could negotiate for even more if she wanted?

Without even meaning to, Suri thought about this month’s rent. That was, when? This week. If her landlord was in a good mood, maybe next. Either way, not long enough for her to wait for a different potential gig.

She really couldn’t afford to pass this up, could she? The more Suri thought about it, the more she realized how backed into a corner she was. Her bank account was being whittled down with each passing week, Coco had abandoned her--ungrateful traitor--and a miracle wasn’t looming over the horizon. Heck, this probably was a close as she was going to get to one.

With a groan, a moan, a sigh and whole lot of stamping her hooves, Suri grumbly dug up a pen and paper to write back, saying she would take the job.

Her pride was worth a lot to her, but then again, so was money.

And besides, what fashionista actually read adult foal catalogs? Her reputation would be fine at the end of the day. ...She hoped.

When she’d finished her response, she folded the paper up and sealed it inside an envelope. Suri sighed. “I just know I--”





“--won’t regret zis!” Photo Finish declared with a powerful smile.

Suri managed a weak one of her own in return. The day of the shoot had come up much too fast for her liking. Photo had mailed back a contract, Suri waited till the last possible second hoping for a better offer to come along, and then signed. 

Now here she was, being escorted through the Photo Finish’s large, private studio. All around them employees shuffled by, carrying light fixtures, those weird suitcase-camera things Photo Finish is so fond of, and more. Suri barely payed attention; she was too busy dreading what was about to happen.

A pit had already formed in her stomach, and their destination still loomed overhead. Suri had flashes of thoughts, most about weaseling out, but the choice had already been made.

Lost in her reluctance, she barely noticed Photo Finish was still talking. “--ze adult foal market is totally untapped right now. You could make quite ze name for yourself in it if you wish.”

“Uh…” Suri’s eyelid twitched at the proposal. Photo was joking, right? “I-I think I’m fine. You don’t honestly expect me to--”

“Enough!” Photo declared loudly, pointing towards the open door of an upcoming set room. “Ve go now!”

“...Right.” As Photo strutted forward, Suri had to force herself to keep walking. I can’t believe I’m really going to do this.

Photo rounded disappeared behind the door to the set room, though Suri still had her reservations holding her back. She reached to push open the door, stopping just short of touching it.

Breathing deeply, she tried to calm her unsettled stomach. Just put it on whatever outfit it is, let them take the pictures, and leave. Simple. So simple. So… embarrassing.

Her hoof was shaking, but she pushed open the door anyway.

The set spilled into view. Suri hadn’t really been expecting much, so she was surprised to find that it was more than just a white backdrop awaiting her. Props were spaced out just before the backdrop. A large crib, a highchair, and several over-sized foal toys rested nearby.

Internally, Suri groaned. Externally, she just winced.

All around the set, Photo’s employees hurried about their jobs. Lights were being adjusted, brightened, dimmed, and everything in between. Some lamps had been hung over the backdrop, but most filled the space around. 

In between were the cameras, at least three, set up and pointed at the set, viciously awaiting their chance to witness and capture Suri’s humiliation.

Just the sight of it all did wonders for Suri’s nerves.

“Alright everypony!” Photo Finish yelled. Her assistants all stood at attention, ready to act on her every word. 

Just seeing it gave Suri flashbacks to the days when she had her own assistant. The remainder of her former position only served to punctuate what was about to happen.

“Ve have a catalog worth of clothes to get through and only eight hours to do it,” Photo continued.

Suri flinched. An entire catalog of clothes? Eight hours? Instinctively she looked around, but failed to see any other models in the room besides herself. Were they coming later? Was this a rotation-style shoot? Or could it be that…

“No delaying!” Photo shouted. “Ve start… NOW!”

The room surged. Ponies hopped into place, ready to work the lights and extra cameras at a moment’s notice. Some left, their job of setting up done. A few stuck behind, be seemed to just stay off to the sidelines for now, their purpose unclear.

Photo approached Suri. “Are you ready? Zis will be quite the challenge.”

“Uh… wait a moment,” Suri struggled to grasp the situation. “I… I’m the only model.”

“Yes.” Photo’s curt nod made Suri’s stomach flop.

“I… I have to wear all the clothes?” Suri whispered.

“No.” Photo shook her head, dispelling that fear. Before Suri could even sigh with relief, she nearly choked when her boss kept going. “Ze pink and purple outfits vould not go vell with your colors. Ze vould blend in, no? Ve have another model lined up for those tomorrow. Everything else is yours.”

“Uh, bu--, wha--” Suri couldn’t find the words, so taken aback at what her job had become.

“So excited you’re speechless,” Photo poorly observed. She turned to the room to address everypony. “Now vhere is ze pony in charge of ze outfits? I said no delays!”

One of the sideliners stepped forward. “She’s in the dressing room ma’am, already ready.”

“Vell, good!” Photo yelled. Turning back to Suri, she smiled. “I knew zhere was a reason I hired her. She may be young, but her work ethic is stronger than a yak benchpressing a train. You know?”

“No,” Suri squeaked, finally able to articulate her feelings about the situation.

Photo shrugged. “Vhatever. Ve have work to do anyways!” She hooked a hoof around Suri, pulling her forward.

They headed toward the back wall, for a door labeled ‘dressing room’. Suri wanted to struggle free and run off now, but still found herself too shocked to do anything besides move with Photo Finish.

What had happened. Had she read the contract wrong? Had she misinterpreted this shoot from the very beginning? Suri had expected to wear three adult foal dress at a maximum and now she was going to be going through a catalog worth? 

She should’ve known that paycheck was too good to be true. 

As they neared the door, Suri forced a smile on her face and tried to think of the upside to what was happening. It took her a moment to even do that, but there were some… not as bad aspects about this.

The money, for one, was very real and very tantalizing. The promised paycheck was probably the one reason she hadn’t bolted already, though had she known up front what this job would entail, she knew she would’ve turned it down, desperate or not.

The fact that, while embarrassing, this wouldn’t ruin her reputation was another thing. Nopony here aside from Photo had any actual presence in the fashion industry. In fact, she suspected most of the grunts here to think she was just some model. As long as Photo Finish could keep her mouth shut (though that seemed like a challenge in itself) things would be… bearable.

Photo kicked open the door to the dressing room. “Coco, ze talent has arrived!”

Suri paled. For a moment, she could only hear the sounds of shattering glass.

That-- No… No… No no no no no no no NO!

Wait, calm down. It couldn’t possibly be the same Coco who betrayed me, stole my victory and gave it to Rarity, then quit right after to leave me floundering without a way to use that special fabric ever again to run my reputation into the ground.

No, surely it’s a different pony.

A familiar blue bob bounced into view, however, accompanied by the very same pony who had once been Suri’s lowly assistant.

Another round of glass shattering dominated Suri’s hearing.

Coco Pommel smiled at the sight of Photo. “Hello, Ms. Finish. I’ve got all the dresses for today’s shoot ready. Where’s the…” Her eyes wandered over to Suri and everything about Coco’s cheery expression dampened. “Uh… Ms. Polom-- I mean, Sur-- I mean, uh, I don’t know what I mean.”

Suri just clenched her jaw, bared her teeth, and failed to make eye contact. “Coco,” she hissed.

Photo looked from one to the other, eyebrow rising behind her massive shades. “Ah, I see. You two have worked with each other before zhen?”

“Uh… y-yup.” Coco stammered, the sight of her former boss clearly more than agitating her.

“Unfortunately,” Suri grumbled.

Photo Finish clapped. “Wunderbar! Zis means it should be that much easier to vork vith one another, no?”

“You mean S-Suri and I have to dress the models t-together?” Coco shuffled, chewing her cheek.

“Eh?” Photo snickered. “No no. You’ve got it all wrong, Coco.”

“Oh Celestia just kill me now,” Suri breathed.

“You see,” Photo continued. “Suri is ze model!”

A deafening silence fell over them. Coco’s eyes bulged and widened, the news smacking her across the face.

Suri’s face bloomed red and she looked away, unable to make any eye contact. Nopony said anything for a while, but then.

“Hee hee hee…”

Coco’s laugh. Coco Pommel was actually laughing at her.

Rage boiled inside of Suri. She whipped her head around with a nasty snarl on her face. “SHUT UP!”

Coco stopped short, her time as Suri’s assistant conditioning her to freeze when she heard that yell.

Suri kept her face tense with embarrassment masking as rage. As painful as her situation was, she would not be looked down upon by Coco of all ponies.

“Bah, I hate ze friction between ze models and outfiters.” Photo nudged Suri forward. “Have her diapered and in a onesie in ze next five minutes.”

Suri jutted to a stop. “Excuse me, but did you say… d-diapers?” The word stumbled out of her mouth.

“Yes, of course. Vhat did you think I said? Pipers?” Photo tapped her chin. “Because why would I say pipers?”

Suri shook her head. “I- I’m sorry, there must be some mistake. I’m only supposed to be wearing--” Her eyes caught Coco. “--adult foal apparel.” She said through clenched teeth. “Nothing else.”

“Zat’s true,” Photo affirmed. “And diapers are a part of ze outfit. Now, no more delays. Go! Go! Go!” Photo Finish pushed Suri into the dressing room and slammed the door shut behind her.

Already flustered, Suri stumbled forward. She felt suddenly trapped now that the door was shut, like a prisoner about to undergo cruel and unusual punishment.

Looking around her prison, she saw the instruments of her torture right in front of her. Three racks of outfits--poofy, frilly, lacey, and everything in between--stared back at her, in a myriad of colors too. Right beneath was a package, already torn open, of adult diapers.

Tearing her eyes away from that horror, Suri examined the rest of the room, thankfully finding nothing else as embarrassing. Just the typical mirrors and lights one would expect in a dressing room.

And Coco Pommel, with her hoof covering the wide grin sprouting across her mouth.

Coco was smirking at her.

Suri’s face flushed. Her pride had suffered too many blows already today. She was not letting her former assistant be so petty as to get enjoyment out of this.

She puffed out her chest, stepping forward to make herself seem as tall as possible and putting a serious scrunch to her face. Coco’s smirk fell away; she knew this look well.

“You are not allowed to enjoy this. Understand, Coco?” Suri seethed.

“U-Uh…” Coco’s anxious eyes darted around the room. 

“Hey, looking at me when I’m talking to you!” Suri demanded. “Do not enjoy this. That’s an order!”

“B-B-But… I don’t work for you anymore,” Coco said nervously.

Suri narrowed her eyes at the insubordination she now faced. Despite outward appearances, though, Suri was screaming in her mind.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind of panic, desperately searching for a way out of this. If she couldn’t keep Coco quiet, then disaster was sure to happen. All her former assistant needed was to leak Suri’s secret to the fashion world at large and it would be the final nail in the coffin of Suri’s reputation.

Not even the money Photo’s offering is enough to make me do this. Suri turned, sights locked on the door and she started walking.

“Wait, where are you going?” Coco asked.

“I’m leaving,” Suri said. “I’m not going to stoop to this level after all.” Her hoof made it to the door handle when Coco managed to speak up.

“But didn’t you sign a contract?” She mentioned.

Suri froze suddenly. Thick, cold iron chains tightened on her body, pinning her to this room with no hope of escape.

Crap! She thought, the realization striking her across the face. How could I forget that?

The contract she had signed to get the job… that was a binding agreement. Backing out now would definitely incur the wrath of Photo Finish. Would it go as far as a lawsuit? Suri couldn’t handle one of those right now. Which meant…

She lowered her head, hoof slipping off the door handle. She turned her head, meeting the inquisitive glance of Coco Pommel with shifty eyes. “Uh… Well…”

There really was no way out of this. Suri couldn’t ignore it. She was at the mercy of her former assistant, and Photo’s shoot. Leaving was impossible, staying was undesirable. There were no third options to be seen.

A pained sigh eased its way free. “Yes…”

“Well, then we better get started.” Coco reached behind the dress rack and withdrew a rolled up mat. Unraveling it across the tiled floor, Suri knew its purpose, even before Coco beckoned her forward. “We don’t want Miss Finish to wait forever.”

Suri clenched her jaw, but numbly approached the changing mat like a beaten dog. Even as she arrived, she hesitated, until Coco patted the ground, as if Suri didn’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled, face burning as she laid down.

The mat was thin, so much so that Suri could feel the hard ground on her back. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths through her nose.

When she felt Coco touch her hind legs, she reacted like she’d been struck. Her legs retracted, tensing up as they curled away.

Coco frowned. “Come on, Miss P-- uh, Suri. I really need to dress you now.”

“Hmph.” Suri new the sooner this was over, the better, but even so refused to make this easy. She couldn’t bring herself to be anything better than reluctant.

“Do you have to act like a fussy foal?” Coco huffed. She immediately clamped her hooves of her mouth, fearing retaliation.

Suri’s retort came in the form of a surprised, albeit angry, stare. She couldn’t believe Coco had the nerve to say something like that to her.

“S-sorry,” Coco stuttered. “I just meant that… Could you please just raise your legs?”

Suri snorted. It was clear to her that Coco had yet to get used to the change in power between them. To be fair, Suri hadn’t either. Part of her was still in denial that Coco was even here.

Begrudgingly, Suri lifted her legs. “What are you even doing here, anyway?” She grumbled.

For a moment all she heard was the crinkling of Coco rummaging through the diaper pack. “I could ask you the same thing.”

The diaper slid under Suri’s rear and she looked away, refusing to answer.

Coco sighed, reaching under the diaper to pull Suri’s tail through the small hole in the back. “Well, I’m just doing a few odd jobs right now. I couldn't pass up the chance to work with Miss Finish when she offered.”

Suri huffed. Coco pushed her hind legs down. As Suri’s butt was introduced to the soft padding, a shiver whipped down her spine. The crisp crinkling noise of the plastic made her ears fold down.

“So why are you here?” Coco asked, more directly this time.

Suri kept her mouth shut, and Coco sighed. She closed up the diaper, and the fluffy insides invaded Suri’s pelvis with an infuriatingly cozy sensation. Coco patted the tapes down, sealing Suri within the diaper.

“Okay…” Coco suddenly giggled, bringing up her hoof to muffle it as soon as possible.

Suri scowled, etching wrinkles onto her forehead. “I told you not to laugh!”

Coco snorted to a stop. “S-sorry. Here, let me get your first onesie.”

Suri frowned, remembering that her humiliation had only just begun. Pushing herself up she found herself struggling to simply sit up.

The mountain of padding between her legs resisted her movements with some noisy crinkles to boot. She hadn't realized how thick it was!

Her legs were pushed apart, left to flounder off to the sides uselessly. Each attempt to squeeze them back together was met with padding flooding her inner thighs. Suri blushed, resigning her legs to be left apart.

It was annoying, but Suri just had to live with it. Hopefully she would breeze through the photo shoot before too long. The universe owed her that much today.

“Here we go.” Coco unburied her head from the clothes rack to reveal the newest installment in Suri's humiliation. A baby blue onesie, unremarkable save it’s puffy sleeves that were made with transparent silk.

With a heavy sigh, Suri just bowed her head as Coco approached. No use fighting back; at least she was prepared for this part.

“Hooves up, please.”

Suri obeyed reluctantly. Raising her hooves, she felt the fabric slide right over them. Her head followed soon after. Knowing she was about to be put in a onesie, Suri’s body instinctively resisted the undignified garment.

She squirmed as Coco pulled the onesie down, not stopping even once her head poked out the other end. Her fore legs quickly pounced through the sleeves and she crossed them in an instinctual pout.

Coco just huffed in annoyance. “You really are going to act like a fussy filly, aren’t you?” 

“Humph!” Suri did everything she could to mask her embarrassment, closing her eyes and turning her head, while hoping her pink fur masked her blush.

“Please just lay back down.”

Posture bleeding reluctance, Suri lowered her back to the floor. Coco reached down and buttoned up the onesie. The fabric was pulled tight to compensate for the size of the diaper, making for a snug fit. But to Suri’s surprise, it was also warm and soft. She couldn’t name the material off the top of her head, but would like to know; she’d probably wear clothes made out of it in the future. Provided they weren't foal clothes.

“Okay, almost done.” Coco disappeared from view for a moment and the sounds of rummaging soon followed.

Suri took the moment of respite to get used to her new clothes. The bulky diaper felt awkward between her legs, but the comfort it offered couldn’t be denied, as much as Suri wished it could. As for the onesie, it was almost tight, but not quite. And it at least had the courtesy to not restrict her movements.

“Here we go.” Coco popped back into view, carrying with her striped socks that matched the onesie. 

Suri repressed a groan as she bent down to put them on. Pushing herself up, Suri snatched the sock away and glared. “I can put these on myself.”

“Oh… Okay then.”

Suri quickly pushed the first to socks onto her forelegs, tugging them violently to release at least a little aggression. When it came time for her hind legs, it was a different story.

Try as she might, with the diaper refused to cooperate. Every time Suri leaned forward, the diaper’s mass pushed her back, and trying to lift her hind legs up to a good position was nearly impossible  with the angle they were pushed at.

Eventually Suri was back on her back, more frustrated than ever. Overhead, Coco stood expectantly, hoof outstretched. Suri grumbly passed the socks over to her.

Coco got to work quickly, effectively sliding on the socks like it was nothing.

Suri just pouted down below, feeling foolish. Why did she have to be treated like a filly that couldn’t dress herself? Her situation was already demeaning enough without that.

As the final sock slid over her leg, somepony knocked on the door.

“Are ve ready yet?” An unmistakable voice called out.

“Yes, Miss Finish,” Coco called out.

“Good, zen get her out here for hair and make-up! Ve’re losing daylight!”

Coco blinked. “Uh, but isn’t the shoot inside?”

Too late, the faint sounds of hoofsteps told them Photo Finish had left.

Suri’s stomach flopped as she realized she would be in front of the cameras soon. But here was not backing out now.

Looking up, she saw Coco outstretching her hoof to help her stand. Suri swatted it away. She rolled over and used her forelegs to push herself up. However, her spread hind legs struggled to find the floor. In fact, they just flat out missed.

Suri smacked into the floor, a complete failure at standing. She buried her red face into the mat, up until her peripherals caught sight of Coco offering a helping hoof.

Her eyes darted away from it for a moment, refusing to accept help for something as simple as standing, but her resolve was worn down after only a couple of seconds. She really didn’t want to continue to struggle to stand up.

Taking Coco’s hoof, Suri used her support to make it to all fours. The diaper on her rear continued to be an obstacle for her legs. They were spread so far apart that just standing made them wobble.

“Okay, let’s go,” Coco said, almost as if she was leading a child.

Suri tore her hoof away from Coco’s. “I don’t need your help.”

“Are you sure, because--”

“Yes!” Suri yelled, forcing Coco to shrink back. She took her first step forward, but midway through it turned into a pathetic waddle. Her face burned with shame, but powered through it. She was almost done being around Coco, and that alone gave her the strength to continue.

Her next waddle forward introduced her slick socks to the tiled floor. With her legs so awkwardly placed, balance was impossible. Suri fell back to the ground, her diapered rear pointed up on full display. 

She groaned, and tried to find her footing again, but to no avail. Finally, Coco’s hoof was offered to her again. Desperate to get off the floor, Suri accepted it again. She didn’t let go once she was standing either, bowing her head in shame as she let Coco lead her forward.

As they opened the door to the rest of the photo shoot, Suri couldn’t stop her face from turning full on red. The crinkles from her diapered waddle were like the music for a parade of shame as she was led out into the public eye.

She could barely bring herself to look at the staff around her, but managed to do so after a few waddles. To her surprise, most were acting professional about the situation. Some were obviously looking away for her sake, other’s managed a straight face as she walked on by. She caught a few snickers and saw a few smirks aimed her way, but otherwise found herself unscathed.

T-This isn’t so bad… Suri thought to herself, pressing her hind legs together in a pitiful attempt to try and conceal her diaper. All it succeed in doing however, was forcing the padding to grind up against her marehood and she yelped sharply. That drew ponies’ attention.

Now, all eyes were on her. Suri’s red face was about to burst from shame and she quickly looked to the ground again, ears folding down. I take it back; this is awful.

Coco finally stopped when they arrived at a small chair positioned at the side of the wall. Stylists ready to do Celestia knows what to Suri’s mane awaited, and she knew it was better not to delay at this point.

Finally taking back her hoof from Coco, Suri carefully waddled into place and sat down on the chair. Her plot sank into the diaper, and it wheezed out more crinkles as it slightly deflated. Suri didn’t face the stylists as they surrounded her, nor did she look up when she heard Coco leave. The shame was already too great, and the first picture hadn’t even been taken yet.

The manedressers removed Suri’s hair band, letting her deep purple hair fall down in all it’s curly glory. They started pulling, brushing, and fiddling immediately. They talked to each other as they styled away, but didn’t address Suri directly. That was fine with her; she didn’t have the fortitude to speak to anypony right now.

Ponies bustled around while she worked, again, most refusing to make eye contact. As a new, even curlier than usual manestyle was applied to her head, the finishing touches were being put on the set. Photo Finish ordered some ponies around for a bit before trotting over to check on her.

“Vell?” she asked the stylist.

Suddenly, Suri’s hair was pulled back and something was tied onto it. She nearly gasped in surprise, somehow managing to keep her composure. Once that was done, the stylists all stepped back.

“We’re done, Miss Finish,” one said.

A mirror was levitated into Suri’s field of vision. She winced, wanting to look away but also morbidly curious. Taking the mirror, she finally saw herself.

Her mane had been curled and styled like a little filly’s. No strand of hair had been left straight. Everything had been curled into corkscrews and positioned in a perfect, doll-like hairdo. She should’ve expected that much, honestly. What really caught her attention was the reason for the final tug and tie. A large, bright blue bow was now pinned to the back of her mane.

“Great,” she huffed. “As if I didn’t look foalish enough already.”

“You didn’t,” Photo Finish said, oblivious to the sarcasm. “But now you look like ze star of the adult foal fashion world.” She struck a pose, pointing to the ceiling, to add on to the effect. Suri wanted to scream.

Instead, she was pulled free of the chair by Photo. “Now, we go! There are many photos to take, no?”

“No,” Suri quietly begged.

Suri’s awkward waddle chased after Photo as she was dragged across the room and onto the set, situating her right between the high chair and the crib.

Photo let go of Suri and was over to her camera in the blink of an eye. Her assistants each flanked her, taking up cameras of their own to cover Suri from all sides. She gulped, knowing the photos would soon start, documenting every second of her humiliation going forward.

Suri squeezed her eyes shut. Okay… Okay, just calm down. The way I’m dressed right now, I bet nopony I know who might see these would even recognize me. B-Besides, I’m doing this for the money. If I can come up with rent for the month then I never have to think about this ever again. All I have to do is survive one lousy photoshoot with my pride intact. Come on!

Her confidence shakily restored, Suri only needed a deep breath to get back to herself. It was okay; everything was okay. She would just finish this shoot and make sure Coco never spoke a word of this to anyone. She’d been that mare’s boss for months, surely she could make her do something that simple. Besides, if she needed to she could probably think of someway to blackmail Coco into silence too.

Opening her eyes, she squinted against the sudden influx of light coming from the lamps around the set. As her pupils adjusted, she could see the mares with cameras before her, and even the employees beyond. Coco too, who was near the door to the dressing room, all to obviously covering up her giggles.

Suri narrowed her eyes. Okay, yeah, I’m definitely going to have to blackmail her.

“Okay, strike a pose!” Photo Finish yelled.

All of Suri’s time during Fashion Week directing her models came back to her now. Suri turned to her side, lifting her head up regally, closing her eyes, and holding up a hoof to bounce the curls of her mane. She wobbled slightly on unsteady hooves, but ignored it and kept her balance.

This is it. Just take the stupid pictures and let’s move o--

“No!” Photo yelled suddenly.

“Wha?” Suri’s eyes popped open, but her surprise offset her balance. She fell back, landing on her diapered rear with her legs spread wide. For a moment, her face was a mix of dumbfoundedness, and surprise.

“Ah! Yes, zat’s perfect! Now you look like you’re a foal!” 

Snap! Snap snap snap!

Suri winced as the photos began. The documentation of her humiliation had begun, all because she’d fallen on her butt. Shaking her head, she started to stand up, awkwardly shoving her plot in the air in an attempt to make it less of an issue.

“Yes, zat’s good!” Snap! Snap snap! Snap!

More camera flashes pounded her eyes as she stood, and Suri dropped her ears, looking down to avoid being blinded.

“Yes! Zis shyness is excellent!

Snap snap snap! Snap! Snap snap!

Suri stumbled back, suddenly aghast that models could even put up with this for a second, let alone hours.

“Yes, zat’s exactly what a foal would do! You’re a natural!”

Snap snap snap! Snap snap snap!

Suri whined as the photos finally started dying down. Spots of light still danced across her vision, making it hard to see anything. Photo stepped away from the camera, signalling the completion of the first set.

“Zat was very good,” Photo Finish told her. “If you keep acting like a silly foal, this will go by in no time.”

Suri blushed, and pouted. Really? Of all the--

“Oh wait, that pose it excellent! Quickly, quickly!”

Snap snap snap!

“Enough!" Photo threw up her hoof. "Somepony change her into ze next onesie!”

Suri winced. The burning blush that dominated her face didn't feel like it was going away anytime soon. Desperately, she tried to cross her legs in a feeble attempt to hide her diaper, but the mountain of poof kept her legs nice and far apart. 

Coco was already returning to her side, beating back a smile so she could take Suri over to the changing room. But even as she tried to keep up a poker face, the corners of her mouth overturned, hinting at the enjoyment she got out of all of this. And honestly, the rest of the staff wasn't too far behind.

Suri could tell this was going to be the worst photoshoot of her life.
> Too Embarrassed To Complain
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	Snap! Snap snap snap!

Suri hid behind the bars of the crib, even though she knew that was what Photo and her lackeys wanted. If the bars could obscure her face even a little, it was worth it.

All of the confidence she’d maintained at the beginning of the photoshoot had eroded over the last two hours. She’d gone through a seemingly endless supply of onesies with all kinds of styles and colors, and each session with them hadn’t ended until she acted as embarrassed as she felt.

She couldn’t fathom what it was about her own shyness that Photo liked so much, but it certainly wasn’t helping the pride she was hoping to keep intact. Also not helping was the fact that as time went on, more and more of the staff had joined Coco in quietly and subtly snickering at her. Everytime Suri caught them, they would quickly pretend to be doing something else.

It had gotten worse once she’d started modeling the nighties and been put in the crib. Most ponies could keep a professional mindset in a normal modeling setting, but throw a diapered, grown mare into a crib, and anypony was sure to laugh at her.

Suri sat down on the mattress, her diaper crinkling as she did. The seafoam green nightie encasing it bulged at the size of it, making it obvious she was wearing one, even with wooden bars in the way. She was just glad this was the last one she had to wear, though no part of her entertained the hope that the next outfits would be any less embarrassing.

She curled up, hoping to obscure it as much as possible, even if everypony here knew she was wearing one. Sweat dripped down her face and she quickly wiped it away. It was hot under all the lights and it was leaving her dehydrated at this rate. Licking her parched lips, Suri also felt her stomach whine slightly. She’d had a small breakfast that morning, so it was a little understandable, but now that she was thinking about her hunger she realized how desperately she needed some food.

Great, even if I wasn’t totally humiliated and embarrassed right now, it’s good to know I’d still be miserable.

A few more pictures were taken before Photo Finish was satisfied. She stepped away from the camera and had her assistants come talk with her for a moment. At first, nopony moved to help Suri out of the crib.

She waited with the sum total of all her patience, and two seconds later was sick of it.

Already desperate to escape the confines of the crib, Suri stood up and grabbed onto the top of the crib. Pulling herself up, she scrambled to get her hind legs to the edge of the crib. Finally she did and managed to force herself over the side.

And promptly fell on her plot.

The diaper smushed against the floor, cushioning the impact. Her startled “oh!” managed to attract some attention, though.

Photo Finish turned her head to see Suri’s successful escape from the crib. At first, the diapered mare worried she’d be reprimanded, or worse, but Photo merely nodded. “Already ready for ze next session I see. Wunderbar! Go see miss Pommel for your next outfit.”

Suri swallowed. “T-There’s more?” She scratched her chest; the cotton nighties had started itching a while ago, and having them constantly be pulled off and on wasn’t helping. Add that to everything else, and Suri honestly couldn’t say which she was more: embarrassed or annoyed.

“Of course. Ve haven’t even hit ze halfway point yet!” Photo declared.

Suri groaned.

“Uh… this way, Suri.”

Turning, Suri saw Coco right behind her. She groaned again.

Coco, despite happily laughing along from the sidelines, had once again slipped back into her shy persona to change her clothes. This had been going on for hours now. Coco would laugh at Suri quietly to herself, but never seemed capable to do so to her face.

It honestly made Suri really angry. Coco had already screwed her over in the past, and to now have the nerve to act like anything other than the slimey worm she was when she thought she had the chance was infuriating. And the fact that she still probably intended to tell others about Suri’s modeling career was just the cherry on top.

Yeah, she wasn’t feeling like being particularly nice to Coco Pommel right now.

“What?” She demanded, gruffly enough to make Coco flinch.

“Well, y-you know…” Coco mumbled. She nudged her head to the dressing room and started moving. Suri offered a third groan.

Without saying anything more, Suri began the long trek of shame across the room. She knew a lot of the staff’s eyes were on her, but she just kept her head down, forcing back a blush and a cry of frustration.

Not even halfway… 

Suri chewed the inside of her cheek. She wasn’t sure she’d make it through the next few minutes, let alone a few more hours. Though, by that time maybe she would become numb to the degrading act of modeling in diapers.

Then again, that was a little scary to think. She couldn’t actually get used to this, right?

She felt her diaper riding up as the nightie pulled it with her movements. It was still an annoyance to have on. Being forced into a deriding waddle was bad, but hardly compared to the plush prison’s other humiliation inducing traits.

But at the same time, it was starting to get just the least bit comfortable. She’d had it on for hours now; it wasn’t all that hard to waddle with it on anymore. And she barely noticed how it pushed on her thighs or hugged her waist.

Oh Celestia, don’t tell me I’ve gotten used to wearing a diaper already!

She bit down hard on her cheek’s insides. That might even be more embarrassing than just wearing a diaper. Actually having it feel natural to wear a diaper was just blasphemous.

Suri tried really, really hard to hide her blush. Unfortunately for her, her blush tried really, really, really hard to be seen.

She darted passed Coco and into the dressing room, hoping to shake away the redness when she was safely out of view. But that proved to be a fruitless effort; the sheer embarrassment of getting used to her diaper was overpowering to say the least.

Once she heard the door close behind her, however, Suri turned around in defeat, letting red dominate her face.

“Well…” Coco shifted nervously. “The good news is you’re all done with the nighties.”

Suri narrowed her eyes, putting behind them all the threatening power a diapered mare could muster. Coco was still doing it! Acting cowed and meek when she’d just been mocking her not two minutes ago. What made her think she could get away with that?

...Besides the fact that Suri held absolutely no power over her whatsoever.

In truth, the only reason Coco was more like her usual self when they were alone was probably because she had such a deep-seated and well-earned fear of Suri’s outbursts. Even knowing Suri had no power over her wasn’t enough to break that month’s long habit she’d developed for cowering in her former boss’s presence.

“Here.” Coco stepped forward, hoof outstretched. “Let me just unbutton that for yo--”

Suri slapped her hoof away, cheeks puffing in anger. “I can get undressed myself, you idiot!”

Coco flinched, taking a step back from the force of Suri’s outburst. “Uh… alright…”

“Hmmph, stupid brat,” Suri muttered to herself. She sat down, her butt sinking into the soft padding that simply refused to deflate no matter how much weight Suri had put against it in the previous hours. She masked the crinkles with a low growl, and brought up her hooves to undue the row of buttons that stemmed from her neck to her belly.

But her hooves, wrapped in the soft cloth of her nightie, fumbled right out of the gate. Biting her lip, Suri struggled to pinch the first button, only to have her hooves slip up.

Grunting, she tried again, and received more or less the same result.

So she tried again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

“Grrrrr!” Suri growled. The button  was . This can’t be happening! Who knew adult foal clothes were so hard to take off?! Suri was about two seconds away from ripping it to ribbons with her teeth.

“Umm…” Coco’s hesitant voice stopped her just in the nick of time. 

Suri reluctantly turned to her, half enraged, half embarrassed. “Yeah?”

“I can take it off for you,” Coco offered.

Suri clenched her jaw. She really did need help to get out of her nightie, didn’t she? Her rage and embarrassment duked it out for a moment behind her blush to decide what she’d do. Embarrassment just barely one. “Fine.”

Slumping down onto the ground, Suri crossed her hooves and waited. Coco scurried over, likely fearful of an outburst if she wasn’t fast enough.

Bending down, she deftly undid the first button that had caused Suri so much trouble. Resisting the urge to grumble, Suri just looked to the side as the next few buttons popped loose.

Once Coco had made it halfway through the nightie, Suri decided for her that that was enough. Wiggling away from Coco’s hooves, Suri took the opening to finally slide her hooves out of the sleeves of the nightie.

The cool air of the changing room tickled Suri’s freed forelegs. It was one of the most relieving feelings she’d ever felt.

Taking her now usable hooves, Suri pushed herself out of the rest of the nightie. Her diaper put up some resistance, being bulky enough to catch part of the nightie as it came off and crinkling loudly in protest. By the time Suri mercifully kicked off the nightie, her face had somehow gotten even redder.

Sighing with discontent, she crossed her hooves as her flank found the floor again and sank into her diaper deeply as she sat down. Coco retrieved the nighties from the floor, scooping it up and setting it off to the side in one fluid motion.

She moved to the dress rack on the opposite side of the room, letting Suri know she would be no time before the next bombardment of photographs hit her.

Keeping her back to Coco, Suri at least tried to take the moment she had now to rest. Or at the very least stop blushing.

Only two hours of the eight hour shoot were down, and it had felt like torture for the last one hour and fifty-nine minutes. The diaper and outfits were degrading, the hot lights were becoming unbearable in their own right, and having to rely on Coco just to undress was beneath her.

Plus, her recent realization still weighed heavily on her. Suri looked down at the poofy garment encasing her body. The way it pushed her legs apart had come to feel… almost natural. And the comfy padding was making sitting for so long kind of nice…

Suri shook her head. What am I thinking? This diaper was the worst thing she’d ever worn by far, all the onesies and nighties so far not withstanding. There was no way she actually found it… comfortable… right?

“Okay, here we go.” Mercifully, Coco’s words snapped Suri from her thoughts.

Turning, and wincing at the crinkling plastic sounds her diaper made, Suri saw the next instrument of her torture.

In Coco’s hooves was a large, buttercream colored foal’s dress. Baby blue ribbons dotted the helm of its skirt, which was puffed out to unreasonable limits. The frills poking out just underneath hinted at several built in petticoats that were used to achieve this.

A sash was tied around the waist, and the ears of another, much larger, blue bow in the back hinted to its purpose. Lacey ribbons dotted the chest, with a layer of frills coating the collar. The poofy sleeves stopped just at the shoulders, each with their own bow on the side.

Suri clenched her jaw. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“U-Uh… no…” Coco mumbled. Suri’s expression must’ve soured further because that was quickly followed by, “but I’m sure you’ll look great in it!”

“I don’t want to be in it. Period.” Suri stamped her hoof to punctuate that sentiment, but only succeeded in throwing off her balance. Her hind legs made it into the air in no time at all as her diaper rolled her back. She ‘eep’ed out her surprise before hitting the floor with a thud.

For a moment, she laid there, trying to process just how that had happened through the embarrassment of it all. Then, she heard a short, sharp snirk from in front of her. Whipping her body up, she lowered her brows and narrowed her eyes, fighting through a flushed face to look cross.

Coco, for her part, got the message quickly. Even with Suri in the position she was, Coco wasn’t the type to defiantly laugh to her face. Grateful for that much, Suri could only huff as Coco refused to meet her eyes.

“Uhm… s-so, I guess I should put this on you now,” Coco mumbled.

Groaning, Suri recognized her lack of choice in the matter. She raised her hooves up as Coco stepped forward, her face shifting from annoyance to defeat.

The heavy dress dropped over her face not a second later. Suri had been right about the petticoats; there were a lot.

She fought back being smothered, bringing her hooves down to push the fabric avalanche from her snout. Coco grabbed the skirt and gave it a swift yank, pulling it down past Suri’s face.

Now committed to going all the way with this foalish dress, Suri felt her forelegs pop into the sleeves, and her head poked through the collar not a moment later. The heft of the outfit really started to set in, as the weight of the half a dozen or so really made its presence known.

But, it got the effect it was going for. The skirt--which was just short enough to leave her diaper visible. Suri just loved that--was floofy in the extreme. If there was ever an outfit to make a pony feel like a dainty princess, this was it.

Well, this and the thousand or so other dresses Suri would have to wear for this catalogue.

“There, that wasn’t so bad,” Coco offered, even as she obviously fought back a smile.

“Yeah, it’s just dandy,” Suri growled back, obviously not fighting back a frown.

Coco turned back to the dressing rack, withdrawing four stockings. Compared to the dress, these were tame. Pure white, with a few layers of ruffles at the top. Knowing the drill by now, Suri lifted her fore and hind legs, wobbling as she was forced to balance on her diaper’s padding.

Luckily, she didn’t fall. Coco was swift in applying the stockings. They ran up Suri’s pink legs with ease, encasing them with a snug hug.

With that done, Coco next whipped out four black Mare-y Jane shoes, setting them down in pairs before Suri. The implication was so obvious that it made Suri sigh.

She pushed her hooves against the floor. The skirt of her dress swished as it was pushed up. Her diaper, on the other hoof, settled back down, brushing against her crotch and causing her to shudder.

Now up, Suri took a step forward. Her new dress, while heavy in the rear, contoured well with her body and moved with her. If it had been an outfit Suri actually liked, she may have found it comfortable.

Shoving her forehooves into the first two shoes, Suri wiggled to press them in deeper. Once they snapped into place, she duplicated the action with her hind legs.

Now that she was in the first dress of the day, Suri couldn’t help but feel a little curious. Even though part of her didn’t want to see what she looked like, she still turned to the mirror behind her.

And an overgrown filly stared back.

Suri swallowed uncomfortably as she took in the full extent of her outfit. Aside from her mane, which was a little frazzled from putting the dress on, she looked like a perfectly girly little foal.

Despite the position she was in, Suri’s fashion instincts couldn’t help but analyze everything about what she was wearing. The stockings and shoes, while an overdone combination, certainly worked. And the colors of the dress complimented each other really well too. Even if the skirt was big and exposed her… diaper, the bows were expertly placed given their intent.

If Suri was into lolita fashion more, she might’ve even liked this dress.

Then she felt a tug near her rear. Snapping her head over, she saw Coco applying another large, matching bow right on Suri’s tail. It was habit at this point for her to blush and get angry at the same time, but even as her face was heating up, Suri knew no amount of complaining would get that tail bow off of her.

Coco Pommel stepped away to admire her work. Or bask in denting Suri’s pride once more.

“Please tell me that’s everything,” Suri mumbled through clenched teeth. 

Coco nodded. “Yup. Though, I think you’ll need to stop by the mane dressers again.” She indicated the ruffling of Suri’s mane.

She sighed. Of course they would need to reset her foalish hairstyle too. Because she couldn’t have anything today.

Trudging towards the door, Suri’s heavy hoofsteps made clacking noises against the tiles, thanks to her new shoes. She kept her head lowered, knowing Photo’s staff would be hard pressed to contain themselves when they saw her in this.

“Aw, cheer up. Any other filly would be happy to wear that,” Coco’s tentatively mocking voice called out to her.

Every muscle in Suri’s body tensed up in that moment. Before she even got to the door, she whirled back around to face Coco. She wasn’t even blushing this time, her face was just red with anger.

“You’ve got something you want to say to my face, Pommel?” Suri hissed.

Coco flinched. Clearly she hadn’t been anticipating any retaliation. Or at least, not something quite this harsh. Suri wasn’t just glaring daggers at her, she was glaring axes, swords, spears, and everything in between.

“N-No…” Coco shied away from meeting Suri’s blazing gaze. What might’ve been meant to be gentle ribbing had reached a totally new level, one neither really wanted right now.

Satisfied that Coco had learned her place, Suri turned back around, ignoring the fact that she was giving Coco a good look at her diapered rear. She turned the door handle, walked through and slammed it shut behind her.

With that not having curbed her now fuming state, Suri angrily marched to the manedressers. Predictably, they giggled a little at her approach. Rage and a filly dress combined made it look like she was a foal throwing a tantrum after all. However, the sheer displeasure pouring out of Suri was enough to shut them up when she got closer.

They scrambled into place as she sat down, going straight to work to fix her hair. No words were exchanged, which Suri was grateful for. She just sat there, letting her head be pulled in every direction as her mane was combed, straightened, curled, brushed, sprayed, and whatever else the mares wanted to do to it. She even felt the bow on the back of her head pulled out, only to be quickly replaced, probably with a more fitting color. 

Finally, they finished, and backed away to let Suri get up.

Her time in the chair had cooled her down a little, but she still had some leftover anger to attend to.

It was just baffling that Coco--Coco of all ponies!--had been so bold. Between that, her constant laughing, and her betrayal from Fashion Week, Suri was starting to wonder just what she had done to deserve this treatment.

“Enough dawdling!” Photo yelled, interrupting Suri’s lack of self-awareness. “Chop chop! Before ve all die of old age!”

“I’m coming,” she mumbled. She started the waddle of shame back over to the set, her skirt swishing and her diaper wiggling all the way.

As the blinding lights entered her view once again, Suri found herself squinting. She took her position in between the crib and the high chair, and found herself wishing it was over already.

Photo was already at her camera, but her assistants were only just jumping back into place. With a few spare seconds before the camera flashes began, Suri did her best to push down the rest of her anger. If she could at least act like she wasn’t pissed off, then the shoot would go faster.

“Okay, ve go!” Photo pointed to her, signifying that Suri needed to start posing.

At this point, Suri had at least figured out what it was Photo Finish wanted out of her. Traditional modeling poses just wouldn’t suffice this time; apparently adult foal clothes were just too good for that stuff.

So instead, Suri pointed her hooves together and lowered her ears. Bowing her head, she looked up with large eyes and let her tail sweep around to slightly cover her forelegs. It was the epitome of the ‘embarrased filly’ look. 

“Yes! Yes! Zat’s the good stuff, there.”

Snap! Snap snap snap!

Suri whimpered to herself as the flashes washed over her, documenting yet another one of her most humiliating moments. How many were they up to now? 47?

Once that torrent of photos died down, Suri was signaled to pose again. She turned, blushing as she exposed her diapered rear to the cameras. Gingerly lifting one hoof of the ground, she let her head look back towards everypony and mustered up a nice, embarrassed expression. Not that she had to try.

Snap snap snap! Snap snap snap!

For a little while longer, they stayed like this. Suri did a myriad of poses to make herself seem meek and foalish: tugging at her skirt, bending down to bury her face behind her hooves, and even facing away to show off a little more diaper while she blushed from behind the frills of the skirt.

But eventually the photo flashes grinded to a halt, and Photo Finish herself stepped out from behind her camera, rubbing her chin. “Hmm… Zis isn’t quite right. Ve need something… more.”

Oh great. Suri thought miserably. Now what?

If Photo was thinking, something was sure to be inbound. Something bad.

“You zhere!” She suddenly declared, pointing at one of the side staff. The unicorn in question perked up as her existence was acknowledged, and scurried over when Photo motioned for her.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Is our first prop ready yet?” Photo asked.

Prop? Suri squinched her eyelids. That did not sound good.

The unicorn nodded. “Oh, yes ma’am. We finally found enough formula.”

Suri’s eyebrows compressed. Formula? This wasn’t sounding any better. In fact...

The unicorn shook her head. “Does it have to be so... authentic, though?”

“Yes!” Photo threw a hoof to the air. “Ve cannot cheat the consumer with falsities. Everything about my shoots must be one hundred percent real! Now, bring out ze bottle!”

Suri clenched her jaw. She had expected as much, so she guessed that wasn’t too surprising. Still, if Photo Finish was expecting her to hold--or Celestia forbid, use--a foal’s bottle for this shoot, she had another thing coming.

She eyed the unicorn worker as she disappeared behind the set, halfway daring her to bring the bottle out just to see what would happen. Apparently her stink-eye was lost on her, because she didn’t slow down.

“Okay,” Suri heard from behind the set draping. “Three… two… one… lift!”

Cocking her head in confusion, Suri found herself wondering why they would somepony would need to do all of that just for a bottle. Maybe it was a tray that held a bunch of them at once? But why would they need all of them anyway?

Just then, that same unicorn backed out from behind the background. She wasn’t carrying anything, but her horn was glowing. Intense concentration covered her face, as if she was lifting something heavy.

Before Suri even had time to ponder why this was, she got her answer. A massive baby bottle floated out from behind the backdrop, followed closely by a second unicorn who was helping to lift it up. It was practically the size of a pony! Tall enough to come up to her chin, not including the rubber nipple, and as wide as her chest. Three-quarters of the bottle swirled with a white liquid, clearly the formula mentioned earlier.

Suri’s jaw hit the floor. “Wha-- What the?!”

Photo smiled. “Speechless with joy, eh? I see zhat.”

Suri managed to tear her gaze from the monster bottle to Photo Finish. “What in Celestia’s name is that!”

“Zhat’s your first prop, obviously,” Photo said proudly. “It’s perfect, ja?”

It was all Suri could do to shake her head. “Are you kidding me? That’s gigantic!”

“I know. Ve vere lucky to find one this size. For a moment I thought, ‘no, maybe ve need something smaller’ but zhen I thought ‘screw zhat! What photo shoot has done anyzing zis bold before?’”

“B-But I…” Suri looked back, just in time to see the bottle dropped down right in front of her. It made a thunderous ‘thud’ sound, and the formula inside sloshed noisily.

“Phew.” The unicorns wiped their brows, and with their job done, they walked off satisfied.

“Hold on!” Suri cried out to them, desperate to have this removed. She’d take anything other than this! It was just too much. Even a regular sized foal bottle was preferable to this.

“No holding!” Photo declared, bounding back behind the cameras. “Ve go!”

Suri gulped as the cameras were once again pointed at her. Her head creaked over to look at the monster bottle. It dominated her field of vision, commanding attention with its presence alone. The sheer size made her feel tiny, even if she was technically eye level with the top of the nipple. And the formula inside, it made Suri’s stomach turn just looking at that much. It probably had enough milk to feed a dozen foals a dozen times over.

Suri whined in the back of her throat. This should be illegal or something.

“Go on already,” Photo called out. “Ve’ve got to get zese shots soon!”

Reluctantly, Suri put her hoof on the side of the bottle, looked back over to the cameras, and forced an uneasy smile on her face.

“Vhat is zhat?” Photo exclaimed.

“I-I’m posing?” Suri forced her smile to be a little bigger, and prayed no more would be asked of her.

Photo Finish ignored that prayer with an indignant huff. “No no no, zis isn’t how a foal would treat a bottle. Surely you see ze writing on zhe wall, ja?”

Suri bit her lip. No, she wasn’t an idiot; she had a rough idea of what Photo Finish really wanted. She just didn’t want to actually do it.

Her eyes scanned the room, and found Coco among the staff to the side. Sure enough, a tiny smile was stuck on her face. As if she needed any more fodder for gossip to hold over Suri’s head.

But then, it didn’t really make a difference at this point, did it? Over two hours of degrading herself in a diaper had seen to that. What more could this oversized bottle really heap onto the pile when she thought about it. Besides, if she refused and ended up jeopardizing her paycheck, then the past few hours would’ve been meaningless.

“Fine.” She plopped down, earning a poofy smacking noise from her diaper, as well as the crinkles of the padding decompressing ever so slightly under her weight.

Now the bottle loomed just over her head, taking on a tinge of menace, despite its foalish appearance.

Swallowing, Suri’s throat suddenly felt much drier. She grabbed the sides of the bottle with her Mare-y Janes, and tilted it forward.

The weight of the bottle suddenly dropped, forcing it onto her chest and eliciting a ‘uhmp!’ of exertion from her. It was heavy!

But she powered through it, as well as the rising heat from her cheeks. Nestling the giant bottle in between her spread legs, Suri was able to position the nipple right in front of her lips.

She winced at the sight of it, really hoping she didn’t have to do anymore than this.

Snap! Snap!

“Zhat’s better. Keep it going!”

Suri just groaned in the back of her throat. She didn’t actually have to… put the rubber nipple in her mouth, right? That was a little too far, even for a shoot like this. Surely what she was doing now had to be enough.

Snap! Snap snap!

“Vhat’s ze hold up? Go on, Suri.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing the rest of the staff--Coco included--had their eyes on her. If she actually… no, she wasn’t.

Suri leaned back, bringing her face as far away from the bottle as possible, determined not to have to deal with it. Sadly, she forgot how horrible she was at balancing on her oversized diaper, and the weight from the oversized bottle only added to that struggle.

Once again, Suri found her plot rotating back thanks to her diaper, spurred on by the hefty milk in the bottle. She fell back even faster than usual, barely even squeaking out an ‘eep’ of surprise before the weight of the bottle slammed into her body to force out an ‘oof’.

Now, Suri was pinned to the ground by her giant bottle, lifting her head up, she tried to take stock of her situation. The weight was evenly dispersed across her entire body now, which made it slightly more bearable, but now the nipple was closer than ever to her mouth, a mere three inches away.

Two inches.

One.

Suri realized the bottle was slipping forward in the poor grasp that her forehooves could hold it in. Instinct propelled her hindlegs up, and she quickly wrapped them around the base of the bottle to hold it steady. She managed to stop herself from getting a face full of rubber nipple, but only managed a more compromising position out of it.

Snap! Snap snap snap snap!

“Ja! Zis is ze good stuff, Suri!” Photo gleefully took more photos, and even nudged her assistants to move by Suri’s head and rear to get new angles on the shot.

Suri just pressed her lips together, squinting at the new onslaught of camera flashes that bombarded her. Stuck under the bottle, she really couldn’t do much else but wait for Photo Finish to be satisfied. But she probably wouldn’t be so long as Suri kept refusing to even put her mouth against the bottle.

Chewing her cheek, Suri felt once more how dry her mouth was. Not helping was the heat of the studio lights. Her thick dress and petticoats made it hot enough for her already, and the lights only added to that, making her feel like she was being cooked.

Licking her lips, Suri mulled over her options. Wait out Photo Finish and as for some water before she had to change, or… drink… from the foal bottle.

The milk inside sloshed against its container, tantalizing her. She could feel it was nice and cool with her legs pressed up against it. The thought that it would be rather refreshing popped into her mind faster than shameful disgust did.

Come on! I can’t actually… be considering… this…

Suri smacked her lips together, noting her lack of saliva. This shoot still had hours left in it, so waiting around for another opportunity to drink wouldn’t be too smart, now would it?

B-But it’s humiliating! She thought. Though, granted, no more humiliating than finding her poofy diaper comfortable, or wearing a nightie while sitting in a crib, or having her picture taken in two dozen different onesies…

I guess… maybe I could try it.

She blinked, noting how easy the thought came to her. Her lips tentatively parted, and drew closer to the amber nipple awaiting her.

Snap! Snap snap snap! Snap snap!

She had to open her mouth wide to fit the nipple inside. It was large enough to force her jaw apart. Clamping down on it, Suri held this position, too hesitant to do anything other than remain frozen for a while.

Then she suckled.

Nothing much happened. More photos were snapped, to be sure. And she definitely heard some giggling, though didn’t condescend to look at the offender. But no formula came to her.

Suri narrowed her eyes in anger. She’d gone so far as to suckle on this bottle, and it wouldn’t give her anything for her trouble?

She suckled again, this time with renewed vigor. And again. And again. 

Finally, but her fifth suckle, she’d finally earned a splash of cold, delicious milk. Her face instantly relaxed when the taste hit her tongue. It was like her anger had washed away, being replaced with simple, pure relief.

She greedily gulped down her helping and went back for seconds, suckling just as fervently as before. The rhythmic bobbing of her lips and cheeks was a soothing action. Suri even felt her eyelids lower a little as she allowed herself to enjoy suckling away.

The thought of the cameras faded away. The thought of other ponies watching faded away. For just a brief moment, Suri was only focused on her baba.

Snap snap snap! “Okay, stop!” Snap! Snap! “I said ve stop! Zat’s enough for now!”

The flashes finally ceased, just as Photo’s shouting brought Suri back to reality. The reality of what she’d just been doing that is.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull. The sensation of the amber nipple dominating her mouth suddenly hit her. She quickly swallowed her last gulp of milk, before breaking away from the rubber tip that forced her jaw open. The nipple broke away with a very audible pop

She smacked her lips; they were still buzzing with the sensation of suckling, and having consistently suckled for so long, it almost felt wrong to stop. Some part of her--a small part, she would argue--wanted to keep going.

“Mmm mmm!” Suri declared. It was time for this heavy bottle to get off of her. She let her left legs let go and pushed with her right. The bottle rolled right off her body, and it felt like an elephant had just stepped off of her.

Suri sighed with relief she didn’t know she needed. She hadn’t even been feeling the weight of the bottle for the past few minutes, but it had certainly worn her out just to balance it like that.

A tiny trail of milk leapt from the corner of her mouth and trailed down to her chin. Suri stiffened, and quickly wiped it away, hoping nopony had noticed that she’d actually been suckling on he bottle for real.

But at least her mouth didn’t feel dry at all anymore. The milk had done it’s job of cooling her off. She even felt a little full.

Looking over at the monstrous bottle, Suri’s eyes widened at the formula still left in it. She hadn’t even made a dent!

That was probably a good thing, so no one could tell she’d actually been drinking from it, but it kind of scared her to think about how long she would have stayed suckling if Photo Finish hadn’t snapped her out of it.

“Zhat’s enough of ze bottle for now.” Photo said, shooing at some assistants so they would carrying it away. She approached Suri and offered her a hoof to get back up, and she gladly took it. “Go ahead and change outfits now. Ve have no time to waste.”

Suri just numbly nodded, still lost in the surprising and shameful joy she had taken in the suckling. “U-Uh, yes ma’am.”

She scurried back to the changing room, completely forgetting the cumbersome diaper on her butt. She ended up waddling in the most dorky way possible, nearly tripping twice before reaching the changing room.

And on top of that, the staff all around weren’t exactly being subtle in their smirking or even outright giggling. Suri tried pretending that they had all just heard a really good joke. At the same time she’d been suckling on that massive bottle…

She sighed when she finally made it into the dressing room. With a blink, she felt the slightest hint of water in her eyes. Was she really about to cry out of humiliation?

Shaking her head, Suri refused. She’d been forced into the foal role too much already, she was not crying on top of that.

Hearing the door shut behind her, Suri didn’t even need to look back to see Coco was in the room with her. Right now, she was the last pony Suri wanted to see after all that had happened. So they both just stood there, awkwardly silent for a moment.

Then Coco cleared her throat. “Um… we should probably get you in your next outfit.”

Suri ‘harumph’ed very matter-of-factly.

Coco tapped the ground, likely trying to think of something to say to ease the tension. “Uh, if it’s any consolation, you’re a good actor. It looked like you were really suckling on that bottle.”

Suri’s face exploded red; just how much humiliation was Coco going to heap onto the pile?

She whipped around, face seething. “Just shut up, okay?!”

Coco flinched, nearly slamming into the door behind her. “O-Okay…” Swallowing, she inched around Suri and made her way to the racks of dresses towards the back of the room.

For her part, Suri sank to the ground and crossed her forelegs, looking very much like a pouty foal. She knew she couldn’t take anything off while her hooves were stuck in the Mare-y Janes, so she just had to be content with sitting on her diaper.

Her skirt started riding up almost immediately, flashing her diapered crotch. Even though nopony was watching, Suri didn’t want the constant reminder of what she was wearing, and pushed her skirt down to hide it.

“U-Um… I have the next dress r-ready…” Coco’s voice was walking on eggshells. She obviously didn’t want to cause another outburst.

Turning around, Suri at least took solace in the fact that Coco was still easily controlled. If she was this scared of her when she was dressed like this, then she could simply intimidate her into never telling another soul about what had happened here today.

Looking at Coco for the first time since entering the dressing room, Suri managed to wring a smirk out of the fact that her ex-assistant’s knees were shaking at this point. And then she saw her next outfit.

It was a light blue number, with just as many petticoats as her current one given the puffiness of the skirt once more. It traded out the obscene amount of bows for a white pinafore with frills lining the edges. The sleeves were less poofy this time, but the tradeoff was that they were practically made of lacey ruffles.

Suri just groaned.

Setting that dress off to the side, Coco hesitantly motioned for Suri to raise her hooves. She complied with narrowed eyes, having grown somewhat numb to needing help being changed. Coco didn’t bother with the stockings or shoes, meaning they were going to be changed out. She went straight for the waist of Suri’s dress, and tugged up. 

Relaxing her body, Suri found herself grateful as the clothes were lifted up and off of her. Even though the thick petticoats buffeted her face on their way out, she was just glad to feel the freedom of near nudity, at least for a bit.

Coco was very delicate with the dress as she moved to put it back on the rack. This left Suri some time to think with just her diaper, socks and shoes. She looked passed Coco and to the rest of the outfits, noting that there was at least a dozen per row, with probably more lurking in the closet behind the metal bars. Her head turned to the nearest clock and she saw that only fifteen minutes had passed since she’d last gotten a time check.

Fifteen minutes per dress, and between the two racks remaining, that was twenty-four dresses. Suri wasn’t the best at mental math, but she had a sinking feeling that it really would take six more hours to get through all of these. If not longer.

Her stomach flip-flopped as Coco returned with the new dress. With a moment’s hesitation, she raised her hooves again. The skirt fell over her face, once again with a suffocatingly high amount of petticoats.

Suri fought back the urge to fight back, and soon the rest of the dress was slipped over her body. And yet again, she noticed that the skirt of the dress simply refused to cover up her diaper. She sighed, doubting any of them would at this point.

“Okay, that looks good.” Coco stepped back, out of Suri’s striking range.

“Great, thanks,” came her sarcastic quip. Suri pushed herself back up, a sour look to her blushing face.

Coco’s eyes darted away, first to the left, then the ceiling, and finally, the ground. “W-Welcome…” she murmured.

Suri just rolled her eyes, scoffing at the fact Coco would bother to respond. Straightening out her dress’s skirt, she set her sights on the door, ready to get this over with.

“U-Um, S-Suri?”

She slowly tilted her head back, staring at Coco through narrowed eyes. “What?”

Coco rubbed her foreleg, biting her lip. “You know, you never did answer me before. Why are you doing this?” Coco then visibly stiffen when Suri’s icy glare became frigid. “I-I mean, you clearly don’t like this and all. I just--”

“Just shut up, Coco,” Suri grumbled. She faced the door, but didn’t move. Her eyes met the floor, and began to study the tile pattern. Should she tell Coco the truth? Maybe getting it off her chest would convince the mare to lighten up on her a bit.

Or just give her more ammo to be a pain in the neck.

“I have my reasons, okay?” She mumbled through a reddening face. “So just drop it.”

Coco didn’t say anything after that. Suri didn’t give her the chance, even if she was going to. She waddled out of the room, slamming the door shut.

Outside, things had changed very little. Suri was quickly beckoned over to the manedressers to fix up her hair again. As she toddled toward them, her eyes caught sight of Photo Finish.

The photographer was dead center in the set, conversing with a few assistants. She pointed and did her usual grand gestures, but Suri barely caught any of the words before being swarmed by the stylists.

Another round of pulling, brushing, combing, and stifled giggling befell her, but she did her best to just tune everything out. Right now she didn’t want to think about any of it. She just kept her skirt pinned down in a pitiful attempt to cover her diapers and silently prayed the shoot would have to end earlier than six hours from now.

Once the stylists pulled away, Suri hopped down from the chair. She wobbled, her hind legs spread too far apart to catch her properly, but managed to remain upright. With lead hooves, she waddled over to the set yet again.

“Ah, Suri!” Photo declared, breaking eye contact with her assistants. “Good, good. You look wunderbar in zat outfit.”

“Gee, thanks.” Suri’s cheeks stayed rosey and her ears flopped down; the last thing she needed was patronizing compliments when dressed like an overgrown filly.

“Ve need to take a short break from ze dresses though.”

A choir of angels suddenly started singing. 

“Really?” she squeaked, ears popping back up, and her eyes misty with happiness.

Photo nodded. “Yes, you don’t need to change or anything. Ve just need to work in a few accessories too. Client's orders.” Her head tilted back slightly. If it weren’t for her overpowering sunglasses, Suri would’ve seen her rolling her eyes.

The choir grew fainter, and harder to hear. Suri chased back her tears of joy; they weren’t earned yet.

Though, she figured a few accessories wouldn’t be too much to handle. They’d probably just be barrettes or something else fillies would enjoy.

Photo stepped to the side, while her assistant--whom Suri recognized as the unicorn who’d brought her the bottle earlier--motioned her forward.

When Suri looked that direction, she stiffened. The highchair, which she’d just assumed had been a prop up till now, had it’s tray opened, the chair behind it staring her down.

Oh no… She turned to the assistant. “Can’t I--”

She shook her head, sympathetic frown on her face. “Sorry, Ms. Finish’s orders.”

Suri sighed. “Fine.” She approached the high-chair with a hesitant step, swallowing just from the thought of having to use it. She’d thrown a bit of a tantrum when she’d been forced into the crib, but that hadn’t exactly helped make her look more adult to all the staff here. What accessory would she even be modeling from there, anyway?

She grabbed the arms of the chair and pulled herself up. Her legs, still splayed out thanks to her diaper, kicked at the air as they tried to grab onto the stepping bar.

“Oh, allow me,” the unicorn assistant said. Before Suri had time to refuse her help, she felt a sudden push right on the seat of her diaper. Suri let out a very unlady-like squeak as the assistant hoisted her up with telekinesis. The diaper’s padding flooded deep into her plot, it’s cozy warmth teasing her with further humiliation.

Suri’s face had yet to recover from it’s previous battle with blushing, and now her pink coloring was forced to retreat as red came to dominate her from chin to forehead.

She was turned around and plopped in the highchair before she’d even processed what was happening. For a moment she just sat with open mouthed shock.

It took the tray snapping into place to jog her back to reality.

Blinking out of her daze, Suri tried to bring her hooves up to pat away the blush on her face. But her attempt was met with a firm resistance.

Looking down, Suri’s pupil dilated in horror. Apparently, when the high chair's tray table had closed, her forelegs hadn’t been up high enough and found themselves pinned to her side. Suri wiggled, earning a few diaper crinkles in the process, but found no luck in freeing them. They were stuck firmly in place.

Considering how this was doing wonders for her blush, Suri decided she needed to get out right now. She uselessly kicked her legs, squirming in helplessness. Looking up, she decided to get help from the unicorn assistant, but found nopony in sight.

Suddenly, a piece of cloth levitated down from over her head. It took Suri a moment to recognize it, but she soon figured out it was a bib.

“Wha--” Her question was cut off when the bib came to rest on her chest, and the ties were quickly brought around to be knotted. Looking down at the yellow face, she saw hot pink letters sewn on in cursive that read: Potty Princess.

“Hey!”

“There we go,” the assistant reappeared, her magic bringing forward two final objects and setting them on the tray in front of Suri.

Biting her lip, she looked down. She expected the worst and got it. Right before her was a shiny spoon and a jar of foal food.

“W-Whoa!” She cried, voice cracking. “What’s going on here?”

“You’re modeling ze bibs of course!” Photo declared from behind the cameras.

Suri kicked her legs pathetically and struggled uselessly to bring her hooves up. “Wha-- Bu-- Why is there foal food?”

“It must look authentic,” Photo said, very matter of factly. “Don’t worry, you can fake eating it if you prefer.”

“F-Fake?” Suri stuttered.

Photo shrugged. “Or don’t. Same difference, as zhey say.”

“Wait a second, I don’t want--”

“Enough!” Photo declared, throwing a hoof to the heavens. She brought it down with a furious point, right at Suri. “Ve go!”

All three camera ponies scooted closer for a better shot. As they closed in like a pack of starving wolves, Suri couldn’t help but grit her teeth. Looking back, she saw that the unicorn assistant had already unscrewed the foal food’s cap, dipped in the spoon, and had begun pointing a glob of yellowish-brown goop at her mouth.

Suri caught herself sniffling at the sight, inhaling the smell that was faintly banana like, but processed beyond hell and back. Her hooves curled in disgust.

The spoon floated toward her mouth, but Suri rejected it. She leaned back, face crinkling in horror and distaste.

“Ooh!” Photo gawked. “I see it! Ze fussy foal who does not want her meal. Genius!”

Snap snap! Snap snap snap!

Suri winced as the camera flashes cascaded across her body. The spoon was nudged closer, but she shook her head, not wanting any of it.

Snap! Snap snap snap!

“Yes, zhat’s good. Now, give it a try!” Photo demanded.

Suri fought back an unsightly frown.

The sympathetic assistant merely offered a condolence glance. “You can just fake it,” she offered, pushing the spoon closer like her boss said.

Suri gave a heavy sigh. In her sights, she saw Coco not far off, watching intently. With every humiliating act, it would become that much harder for Suri to keep that traitor quiet; not to mention the personal humiliation of even having foal food in her mouth, eating it or not.

“C’mon,” the unicorn begged through gritted teeth. Her eyes were on Photo, who probably looked pretty impatient. “Open wide for the choo choo train.”

Suri wanted to hiss at her.

But, her options were horribly limited right now. Unhinging her jaw, Suri let it shakily drop to open her mouth. The spoon slowly entered her mouth.

Snap! Snap snap snap snap!

Suri was wracked with shudders, but knew she had to close her mouth before Photo would be satisfied with the full effect. Her lips closed around the metal handle of the spoon, though she was careful to leave the glob of foal food in the middle of her mouth.

Snap! Snap snap! Snap snap snap!

The tip of the mush made contact with the roof of her mouth, and Suri nearly gagged at the feeling.

“Wunderbar!” Photo declared.

Without any warning, the spoon left Suri’s mouth. But, with no time to part her lips, the slop that called itself foal food hit a wall and dropped off the spoon, landing on her tongue.

As the spoon pulled away, Suri gagged and coughed. The taste of bananas, undoubtedly the flavor of the mush, hit her tongue. It was bizarre and unwarranted, but as Suri found not particularly bad when it came to taste. Still didn’t excuse it from jumping ship and invading her mouth, though.

But, in between her gagging, her instincts kicked in and she swallowed. Before she could even describe what was happening, the mush slithered down her throat and into her stomach.

“Uah…” Suri stuck out her tongue, remaining flecks of food clinging to it to produce an aftertaste. 

Her face heated up again once the realization of what had happened dawned on her. She glanced accusingly at the unicorn, who returned that with a confused gaze.

“Uh… I thought you were going to fake it?” she asked, observing the empty spoon.

Suri opened her mouth to reply, but her stomach beat her to it, growling noisily. It hadn’t been fed since breakfast, and that had been rather light as a necessity of cautious grocery shopping. Now it was making its presence known, and at the worst possible time. Suri shot a look at it, just knowing that would be misinterpret--

“Oh, you were just hungry,” the unicorn assumed, dipping the spoon back in the jar. “Well, you could’ve just said so.”

“N--Mmph!” Suri’s denial was cut off by another spoonful of foal food, this time finding it deposited on her tongue for her.

Snap! Snap snap!

The spoon left, and Suri refused to swallow. She glared angrily at the assistant, ready to let her have it. “Ahh down’t--- Mmphrrph!” Her stuffed face muffled her words enough that another spoonful met her mouth before she could decline.

Snap! Snap snap snap!

The spoon finally left, the mush doubly large now. Suri pushed the foal food into her cheek, causing it to puff out in the process. “Waiht! Ahh cahn’t-- Mmrrph!”

Another spoonful. Were they getting faster or bigger? Or both?

Suri shuddered as her tongue was subjected to more of the taste. Again, she found it wasn’t really all that gross, but that just made it worse. If she couldn’t even bring herself to hate eating foal food, then just how degrading was this day going to get?

More photo flashes rained down, and the next spoonful was pointed at her mouth.

“Stahp--Phrrmp!” At this point, Suri’s mouth was full. If she didn’t do something quick, things would get messy.

Honestly, she wanted to spit all of it out, but that probably wouldn’t go over well with Photo Finish. Inhaling deeply through her nose, Suri winced as she knew there was only one place for the food to go.

She swallowed. And swallowed again. The mass of foal food was so great that it took multiple tries just to get it all down. But finally, it was pushed down her throat, and settled into her stomach.

“Gah!” Suri took exhaled and started breathing heavily, that beast conquered. The banana taste lingered still, but the worst of it was behind her… or rather, in her.

She shuddered, the shame taking effect now. She’d just eaten all of that foal food, hadn’t she? And worse yet, everypony thought she’d wanted to! He face tensed up with embarrassment, already claimed by a red blush.

“Excellent!” Photo declared. “Onto ze next bib!”

Suri froze. “N-Next?”

The assitant before her nodded. “Yes, we have a few more. Don’t worry, there’s more… snirk… foal food, if you’re still hungry.”

Suri felt cold. Her eyes darted over to the nearest clock, then shrank when she saw that only five minutes had passed since she’d last checked it. Was time getting slower?

“Bah, don’t worry about ze hours,” Photo waved her off, following her eye’s path. “Ve have tons of time. Once ze bibs are done, ve can go right into the dress you’re wearing. It won’t be long, even if ve need more shots of ze bottle, too.”

Suri kicked and flailed in her chair, whining loudly.

“Oh, get zhat! It’s just like what a foal would do!” Photo yelled.

Snap snap snap! Snap! Snap snap!

Tears stung her eyes again, and she barely fought them back. This couldn’t be happening! There was still so much time left! She had hours before she was free. Hours longer in these stupid comfy diapers, and stupid filly dresses, with these stupid cameras and stupid Coco smirking at her in the stupid corner over there!

I’m not going to make it. Suri realized, finally giving up in the face of all this sheer embarrassment. Her eyes scanned the room, pleading with everypony she could. Somepony let me out! I can’t take this anymore, please!

But nopony did. She remained trapped in the high chair as a new jar of foal food was set down before her and a new bib was tied around her neck.

The camera ponies scooted closer, eager to capture every juicy detail of her embarrassment. The next spoonful of foal food neared her mouth, which shakily opened for it.

Suri could only close her eyes and silently curse everypony there. Even after all of this, her humiliation was only beginning.
> Too Helpless To Escape
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Hours had passed.

Suri wasn’t at her breaking point, though. They had long since crossed that threshold.

In truth, for a while she had become kind of numb to the humiliation. After they had gotten through the bibs, which had taken five more jars of foal food, the shoot had jumped right back into modeling the dresses. They’d been practically non-stop too, bombarding Suri with photos and outfits alike, and eventually bringing her to the point where she didn’t care what the mares in the studio thought of her.

She’d posed limply, just going through the motions of what she knew Photo wanted. Only, that had it’s own problems. Eventually even the photographers were getting bored of that. But, even trying to spice things up with the massive bottle again or a few more accessories like booties and diaper covers, the ‘spark’, as Photo Finish called it, was diminishing.

Suri was fine with that. As long as she kept her head down and her face meek and bashful, she could ignore any snide comments and secretive giggles.

Actually, it felt like most of the staff had gotten bored with her as well. After witnessing a grown mare wear twenty filly dresses in a row, it became a lot less funny on the twenty-first, it seemed.

Too all except Coco, that is. Every time Suri glanced her way, she could see her former assistant smirking, stifling a giggle, or just in general look like she was on top of the world. Even though she still maintained a shy disposition when they were changing, it was clear Coco was going to get her licks in whenever she felt she could.

Suri still didn’t know how she was going to keep Coco silent on the matter. It felt like she was less and less intimidating to her with every garish and annoying filly-ish outfit that made its way onto her body.

Now, she sat down in the changing room yet again, pondering that very topic as she waited for Coco to yet again switch out her dresses.

She tapped her Mare-y Janes against the ground as she pondered what to do. Currently free of any dress, she was back to the partial nudity of just a diaper and the stockings, neither of which had changed or even come off during the last few hours.

Suri had thought it was bad when she was starting to get used to the diaper, but now she was completely adjusted to it. The spreading of her legs felt natural now, those crinkles every time she moved were just supposed to happen, the plump padding perpetually pervading her plot had become predictable.

Even though it pained her to admit it, she found her diaper oddly comforting. It was even becoming normal to refer to it as ‘her diaper’, at least in her head.

Shameful though it was, at least nopony knew she felt this way. And besides, what was shame to a mare who had systematically had her pride dismantled over the course of the day? If it weren’t for the fact that her reputation was riding on Coco not revealing this to the world, then she would’ve given up caring at this point.

But Coco could expose her. That was the snag in her plan of giving up. If anypony who mattered found out about this, Suri was certain her reputation would never recover. Making dresses? Forget that. No client in their right minds would hire her. She’d be a laughingstock for years. Decades even. The only work she would ever get after that is just modeling more adult foal clothes.

She shivered at the thought. That, she simply couldn’t take.

But what can I do to convince her? Suri tapped her hoof some more. Beg? No. Celestia knows I can’t stoop that far. She’d hold it over my head for eternity. Blackmail? Maybe… Technically it was her who made dresses out of that stolen fabric and not me. Suri shook her head. With her reputation as it was, who would believe her? Well, Coco might, if Suri sold it in just the right way.

“Uh, Suri?” Coco’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Suri blinked, focusing on the world around her once. “Yeah?” she grumbled.

Coco held up the next dress. It was a seafoam green piece this time around. The poofy sleeves were transparent, and came to a head with a little bit of frills. A massive bow rested on the back of the waist, taking up more space than it had any right to. The skirt was stiff and pointed outward, not unlike a tutu, though it had a few layers of ruffles underneath for good measure.

She sighed. “Great.”

Coco offered a conciliatory smile. “Well, I mean… at least it's the last one.”

“It is?” Suri perked up at that. Her torture was coming to a close? That was almost enough to put a smile on her face. Almost. She didn’t want Coco to think she was happy about wearing that dress or anything, after all.

“Yeah, it should be.” Coco shot a brief glance over her shoulder. “Uh… yup.”

Suri breathed a sigh of overwhelming relief. She was almost done. Almost.

Lifting her forelegs to the ceiling, she awaited the arrival of her final outfit. Coco slipped it on overtop her with practiced precision. Suri wiggled to let the dress settle against her body, the wide skirt awkward enough, but bearable. Though, one thing she definitely didn’t like is how exposed her diaper was. At least all the other dresses had pretended to cover it up; this one made no attempt to do even that.

“Okay, that looks good,” Coco said, admiring her work. “I don’t even think your mane was messed up this time.”

Suri blinked, surprised at that statement. Turning to the nearest mirror, she ignored how awkward and stupid she looked in her dress and diaper combo and looked at her mane. Sure enough, her purple hair was still in the bouncy, curly style the manedressers had struggled so hard to maintain for her.

“Well, time to get this over with,” Suri said. Her Mare-y Janes clacked as they hit the tile floor.

As she pushed herself up, she felt another push. A sudden, stomach-crippling pressure welled up in her bowels. Suri knew what this meant immediately. It was all the foal food she’d swallowed from earlier, making a beeline for an exit. This wasn’t the first time this had happened so far; she’d felt similar pressure during the last few hours a couple of times and had been able to wait it out until the feeling subsided.

For a moment, she just stood still and waited. Clenching was a tad difficult with her thighs splayed out thanks to her diaper, but she managed it well enough. Once the shoot was over, she could use the bathroom.

And… that went double for her bladder, too. Suri had hardly felt it before, but now that she was thinking about it, she could tell there was a small ache in her bladder. A pretty clear reminder that it was getting full.

It was a big ache, actually.

Pinpricks of red graced Suri’s cheeks for the first time in a while. She recalled quite a few times during the shoot when she’d snuck a few more drinks from the bottle, which made her red just thinking about it.

I mean, it was pretty hot after all. She reasoned. It’s not like I liked suckling so much that I did that. I didn’t have a choice.

But now, that was catching up to her. Her face contorted in a wince. Holding back the urge to pee was a whole other beast than her bowels. And the fact that her diaper spread her legs so far apart, she found it a real challenge to clench both back.

“Uh… Suri?” Coco observed her face and lack of movement with a rather confused head tilt.

Shaking her head, Suri forced herself back to reality. “U-Uh, yes?” Celestia dammit, her voice was cracking again! Was the pressure getting to her that badly? It wasn’t like she’d actually need to use her--

NO! Do not even think about that!

Coco shuffled her hooves, nudging her head to the door. “Don’t you need to finish the shoot now?”

“Y-Yeah, I guess so.” She didn’t feel too comfortable walking or anything right now. She was hoping at the very least the urge to poop would subside after a bit.

“O-kay…” Coco rocked on her heels a bit as Suri still didn’t move. “Uh…”

“I’ll go!” Suri indignantly huffed. “Get off my case, alright?”

“Geeze, sorry.” Coco held up her hooves. Suri, for her part, narrowed her eyes, not appreciating the sass.

She still didn’t move though. No matter what, she couldn’t convince the urge to use the bathroom to subside. Putting it off for so long was getting to her, and she probably couldn’t ask for a bathroom break when the shoot was so close to being finished.

But she didn’t want to start moving while she was in such a delicate position. It almost felt like one step would cause a… problem.

So she was determined to stay like this for the moment. So long as she had a moment to herself, she could figure out how to handle this.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

“Eep!” Suri nearly leapt into the air at the sudden pounding on the dressing room door. She just barely kept everything in, dodging one heck of a bullet.

“Vhat’s ze hold up? Ve have photos still to take!” Photo’s voice called from the other side of the door.

Coco frowned, eyes darting to the left. “Uh… Ms. Finish, you know you can come in and talk to us, right? You don’t have to be on the outside of the door.”

Silence for a moment, and then, “is everypony… decent?” 

Suri blinked. Did Photo Finish sound somewhat, embarrassed?

“Um… we barely wear clothes to begin with, honestly,” Coco admitted alluding to her collar and Suri’s much more trendy usual scarf.

“...zhat is fair.” The door suddenly burst open, slamming into the wall with enough ferocity to stun a manticore.

Suri flinched, nearly losing all control at the sudden, unexpected outburst. It was dangerous to need to go to the bathroom when Finish was around.

“So vhat is ze hold up?” Photo demanded.

“Uhm, I don’t know?” Coco admitted, excellently covering for Suri.

Shooting her former assistant a side-eyed glare, Suri took a breath, using the single second that brought her to think of an excuse. “Uh… I’m… camera shy?”

Photo snorted. “Very funny, Suri. Come, ve go now!”

Just like that, Photo hooked her hoof around Suri’s and yanked her forward. With a squeak, Suri found herself fighting for control. The intense need of her bowels to release, coupled with her aching bladder begging for relief, needed all of her concentration just to keep at bay. Being pulled along by Photo did no favors. It was all Suri could do to hold everything in; her hooves ended up being dragged against the ground.

The wide skirt of her dress caught against the narrow sides of the door before she could get by, but a swift tug from Photo launched Suri through regardless. She stumbled, nearly falling face first into the ground, and barely managed to keep upright as Photo refused to stop.

Suri found herself strung along all the way to the center of the set before Photo finally released her hoof.

“Chop chop!” she yelled, clapping her hooves together. Her fellow photographers took their places behind their cameras, and Photo was soon to follow.

Suri beat back the pressure she felt long enough to stop come to her senses. Now that she was still, it became a lot easier to clench, but neither the need to pee nor poop subsided, which was a little worrying. Had she put it off too long? Now that she thought about it, she’d rarely ever waited to use the bathroom before, and here she was nearly eight hours without a bathroom break. No wonder it was hard to control.

“Okay,” Photo declared, now that everything was in order on her side. “Ve waste no more time. Suri, pose! And be sure to add back ze spark! Ve cannot leave here today without one more set of good pictures!”

Suri gulped. Photo wasn’t going to actually hold her hostage or anything if they didn’t get a good enough picture out of her, right?

Then again, this was the most eccentric pony in the fashion world…

But at least now that Suri was feeling genuine embarrassment again with the pressing urge to go to the bathroom threatening to… do something, she bore a blush once more. Hopefully that would be enough to wrap up the shoot.

She turned to her side, moving her head down to look timid and meek, even as she looked towards the cameras. It was slow going though, with the pressure ever constant in her bowels, having her rear lifted into the air felt… compromising.

Snap! Snap snap snap!

The familiar flashes returned, but Suri didn’t care. At this point, she was just happy this was the last time she would have to put up with them.

At Photo’s motioning, Suri switched her poses. Pacing herself as she moved back up, she pointed her hooves together, chased her ears down, and made some doe-eyes for the camera.

Snap snap! Snap snap! Snap!

They repeated the process of posing and photographing a few more times. But as the minutes ticked by, Suri’s patience began to wane.

All this constant movement was not helping her fight back the urge to use the bathroom. If anything, the ache in her bladder had become more intense with time. Suri found herself really regretting all those sips she had snuck from the bottle now.

And her bowels were a whole other story. Repeatedly forcing back their needs had backfired. Now they were constantly pushing back against her clenched cheeks, desperately vying for a chance to get relief. Not that Suri could even really blame them; this miserable experience just made her wish she could use the bathroom that much more.

Snap snap snap snap! “Enough! Enough!” Photo’s halting words were like music to Suri’s ears. The camera flashes died down, bring a close on this last stretch of the shoot.

And just like that, she was free! Tears welled up in her eyes, joy threatening to spill them over. She looked over at the nearest clock, noting that yes, just about eight hours had passed since they first began!

She could finally get out of this diaper! She could use the bathroom! She could put this whole miserable experience behind her with only the thickening of her wallet to remind her of this day. The money was a bittersweet reward, given everything she had to go through to get it, but after hours of just bitter, Suri would take it.

Turning, she prepared to skip back to the dressing room with pure glee.

“Suri, vhere are you going?”

An iron wall erected itself between her and the changing room. A cold sweat licked the back of her neck.

Looking back, her eyes shrank as Photo walked up to her. Already, she was fearing the worst. “Uh… to get changed. The shoot’s over now, right? This was the last dress.”

“Ve can’t call it quits just yet. Zhere’s one more accessory

Suri’s bowel’s screamed. Followed, though internally, by Suri.

Okay… okay, just calm down, she told herself, still slightly shaking. The pressure from her bladder alone made her eyes want to roll back in her head, but she fought against it, knowing there was no choice.

“J-Just one accessory?” She forced out.

“Ja. Just one.” Photo nodded and ushered a nearby staff member over to them. “But you simply must bring back zat spark from earlier! Ze shoot simply isn’t ze same without it!”

Bring back the spark? But Suri was embarrassed again, just by the sheer need to go to the bathroom. Wasn’t that enough for Photo? She’d like all the other really embarrassed shots of Suri...

But what more could she do? If she couldn’t bring back the spark, Photo may hold her here indefinitely. And that was not happening if her bowels and bladder had a say in that.

“Okay,” she murmured with a sigh. The urge to go to the bathroom was to great to waste time arguing anyway. “What do I need to wear?”

“Zis!” Photo outstretched her hoof, just as something floated into Suri’s view.

Her jaw hit the floor.

Bound in a magical aura, levitating uncomfortably close, was a pacifier.

Scratch that. Suri’s tunnel vision of terror expanded, and in doing so she saw Photo’s insidious plan in full.

This wasn’t just a pacifier. It was a pacifier that had two long rubber straps on either side of the guard. They were long enough to seemingly wrap around a pony’s head, and Suri didn’t doubt that was the intention.

“E-Excuse me!” She cried, surprise nearly causing her to drop her clenching cheeks.

“Yes, yes, I can see what your obvious objection might be,” Photo dismissively waved her hoof. “But zis is part of ze catalogue too.”

Suri groaned in the back of her throat. The pressure pushing grew in intensity once again. She tried to cross her hind legs to hold it back, but with the bulky pillow of poof still hugging her butt, that was impossible. The best she could manage was touching the tips of those hooves together.

“Alright! Ve go! Last photos everypony!” Photo clapped her hooves demandingly, forcing her staff to jump into place as she moved to her own station. Armed with a camera, Photo was dangerous once more.

“Uh, wait a moment!” Suri said, reaching out her hoof in a pitiful attempt to stop Photo. Some part of her still believed she could get out of this.

But that was all she got to say. The soft bulb of a pacifier invaded her mouth at that moment. Shock prevented Suri from saying or doing anything to the contrary. Her eyes darted back, looking at the unicorn who was in control of the magic doing this to her. Her face was fairly neutral, clearly exhausted from a long day and just wanted to get this over with as much as the next mare.

The two straps of the pacifier looped around her head, before snapping into place right behind her neck. Suri’s overwhelming surprise died down just then, and she began to take stock of what had happened.

Her eyes fell to the baby blue guard of the pacifier that now replaced her lips. Her tongue explored the new bulb that had entered her mouth. It sat in her mouth far more comfortably than the massive nipple that accompanied the monster bottle, but it was still foreign and off-putting just by virtue of being a pacifier.

Suri looked around, only to be greeted with renewed smirks and giggles from the staff off to the side. This fresh embarrassment was effective for everypony it seems.

Blushing, Suri shook her head, the strap tight enough to be annoying, but not enough to be painful. Either way, the sooner it came off the better.

“Mmmf mrr,” she tried to say. Her eyes bulged when her words became garbled and muffled thanks to the pacifier.

“Mmph phrr hrrm?” She struggled out. It was hard to talk with this on!

“Ok, ve start… NOW!” Photo hopped behind her camera, and soon three lenses were once again trained on Suri.

On her end, however, she was still struggling to come to terms with the pacifier. There was an unshakeable curiosity she felt to try suckling on it, likely spurred from the… interest she felt when suckling on the bottle. But to do so now would be obvious and unnecessary, and she couldn’t deal with much more laughter thrown her way. Especially when she had more pressing matters to concentrate on.

Snap! Snap snap!

And the pictures have started. Great. Suri brought her hooves off, hoping to rip the pacifier right off. She didn’t care if they need more photos, at this point she really just needed to go to the bathroom. If she could just explain, they’d understand.

Sadly, it didn’t look like she’d get a chance to explain. Her Mare-y Janes fumbled awkwardly, not able to grab the strap or knock the pacifier from her mouth.

Infuriated, Suri tried to think of a new plan as flashes of light struck her one after another.

Snap snap snap snap! Snap snap! Snap!

Suri’s face contorted into an annoyed wince, with the only missing piece being a surly frown that her pacifier wouldn’t let her muster. It hugged her lips to tightly to allow for such free movement.

The pressure that begged her to use the bathroom intensified itself yet again. Suri doubled over, wince becoming a cringe as her stomach felt legitimate pain now. Every part of her was begging for relief.

Though her face was pointed at the ground, Suri managed enough coherence to open her eyes and look around, hoping somepony would notice there was a problem and help her out. But no matter where her eyes turned, she found no such luck.

The staff ponies were back to their giggly selves, probably thinking this was all an act for the cameras. Speaking of them, their vicious flashing had yet to die down. In fact, it seemed like Photo was only encouraged, because they picked up their speed. And then there was Coco.

Suri narrowed her eyes, and bit down on the pacifier in place of chewing her cheek. Back in her usual corner, barely able to contain her snickers, Coco Pommel deviously smiled as she chuckled to herself at Suri’s misery.

Yeah, laugh it up. Suri dared her. Just wait until this is over. If you even think about telling a soul about this, I can… I can… I…

Suri’s angry thoughts had represented a break in her concentration. It was brief, but there was no going back after it. And she’d already begun to feel the effects of that mistake.

Hisssss…

The gentle, but steady sound of trickling water hitting the crinkly padding of a diaper. The sensation ballooned to that of a rushing stream. Now that the dam had broke, nothing could stop it. Not even Suri, if she had the sense to try.

The second she had felt the padding of her diaper dampen, she stiffened. The shock factor that her bladder had broke was enough to keep her still, unable to say anything or even move while her body went to work.

She could hear the padding crinkle as it expanded, growing large by absorbing more and more of her urine. There was no way of knowing how long it lasted, but it sure felt like an eternity for Suri.

And that wasn’t even the worst of it. The worst part, was that as she wet her diaper, face burning all the way up to the tips of her ears, and tears threatening, the shoot went on.

“Yes!” Photo yelled, completely unaware as to Suri’s situation. “Yes, yes, yes, YES! Zhat’s it! Ze spark is back everypony!”

Snap! Snap snap snap! Snap snap snap snap snap!

Suri could only stand helpless as the act of her piddling in her diaper was captured a dozen times over to be documented for all eternity. And considering how exposing her dress currently was, everypony could probably see it as well.

Curious to know if her humiliation even went that far, Suri looked back to see. With the wide skirt catching most of her view, she really had to strain in order to look down at the crotch of her diaper.

Even as her piddling continued, being soaked up by her thirsty padding, Suri couldn’t see any evidence of it from her angle. Even when she struggled to look further, the pristine snow white diaper stared back at her. No yellow stains from her pee, and no damp looking spots either.

Her padding really was just that thick if this was the case. 

“Mmf!” she sighed with relief, every part of her relaxing with that knowledge safely confirmed. Even though it was shameful and degrading that she’d just done that, at least nopony… wait...

She'd just relaxed!

Every part of her had loosened with relief just now… including her clenched cheeks that were keeping her bowels at bay.

There was a soft groaning noise from her hip. Suri’s eyes shrank. Oh no.

Her head whipped back around and she grunted into her paci, doing everything she can to stop the inevitable.

But it was no use.

Her plot was already hiked high in the air from her pose, so all that was needed from here was a slight raising from the tail, and that was instinctual. Everything else was left to her bowels discretion.

Or lack thereof.

Suri’s ears flicked at the sound of a soft fart coming from her rear, but that was covered up by the cameras at least

The cameras!

Suri’s face paled to pure white. The cameras were still going and she was about to--

Snap snap snap! Snap snap!

Too late.

The long awaited relief her bowels sought for had finally arrived. Suri pooped herself.

The first log in a mudslide’s worth rushed out, hitting the inside of her diaper with a very telling crinkle. Suri could only whimper as her face became contorted with disgust, horror, shock, and discomfort.

“I love it!” Photo Finish yelled. “Zhat’s definitely the spark right there! Keep going everypony!”

Snap snap snap! Snap snap! Snap snap snap! Snap!

The ‘spark’ kept dumping out of Suri and into her diaper. Warm mush met the padding waiting for it. And it didn’t slow down just because she was still peeing.

Suri squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering into the pacifier. That eventually turned into suckling, her mind instinctively seeking any comfort it could get in this awful scenario. Suri really should’ve had better control than this, but also didn’t care. The calming, smooth suckling of the pacifier that snugly sat in her mouth was too good a sensation to live without right now.

The last of her urine finally dribbled out of her, and she finished wetting her diaper. The damp padding, still warm, would serve as an unending reminder of what she just did.

And even if that was done, she was still messing herself.

Steamy mush poured into her diaper, the new layers pushing the previous aside to make room. Suri’s mess spread throughout the massive diaper, reaching her flanks and inner thighs to intermingle with the damp padding down there.

Had she really eaten so much foal food?

Finally, mercifully, her bowels were empty. It was an overwhelming relief to just be free of the aches that had come with desperation, but sadly that relief was mixed with the dirtiest, wettest diaper Suri could’ve imagined.

And the humiliation. Oh the humiliation!

Suri had just pooped herself! She had used a diaper, in public! It was the most degrading, demeaning, shameful act her imagination could’ve conceived. This was something out of her worst nightmare’s worst nightmare.

One quick glance brought only fleeting relief. Even with the amount of… unloading, Suri had done, the diaper didn’t look any worse for wear. No brown stains had appeared on the surface as a tell-tale sign of her dark deed. The padding, while it had bulged out, hadn’t sagged. An unobservant eye would just assume the extra bump was merely part of the diaper’s girth. The thick padding probably could’ve handled double that before it started really showing.

But that was a tiny comfort, as was the suckling. Suri couldn’t bring herself to stop her lips from bobbing back and forth as she partook in every pleasure the pacifier stuck to her could offer.

Snap snap snap! Snap snap snap! Snap snap!

The photos continued to rain down. Suri tried to duck away, but as her body turned it jostled the contents of her diaper.

Just the texture of her now soaked padding and her warm… mush, was disgusting. Every shift of her hind legs sent shockwaves of movement through the dirty diaper. Nothing aside from staying still could spare her that, but even not moving was disastrous. She had to wait and do nothing while her filth got to cling to her plot and diaper further. The gooey sensation sent shiver after shiver down her spine, with no end in sight.

But there was nothing else to do. The threat of tears was greater than it ever had been. They were held back only by the calming familiarity that was her pacifier. Suri didn’t even care if anypony could tell she was using it, she just needed it right now.

The snapping of cameras went on for several more minutes, Photo relishing every second now that the spark had finally returned to her model. But eventually, they died down.

“Ve good!” Photo called out. “Zhat’s it for ze day everypony. Thank you for your hard work.”

Suri gulped. It was finally done. And all it had taken was for her to use her diaper.

She sniffled, the stink of her mess finally hitting her nostrils. She reviled, nose wrinkling at the faintest whiff. Then her face paled even further.

If anypony smelled this, they would know! Coco would know the second they were alone in the changing room together!

Speaking of, her ex-assistant was already headed back to prepare to undress her.

No no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO!

Suri bolted across the room. Her messy diaper bounced and squished at the sudden, rapid movement. Pushing down the urge to vomit, Suri ran straight into the changing room, beating Coco by a few solid seconds.

But she didn’t stop there. She couldn’t let Coco see, or smell, her at all in this state. Whipping around, Suri grabbed the door and threw it closed, causing a slam that shook the building.

Not wasting anytime, she quickly pressed her whole body against the door, not wanting anypony to get inside.

And she wasn’t a moment too soon. Right after she’d slammed the door shut, the handle turned, and she felt a push from the other side. 

Suri didn’t give her a single inch though, digging her Mare-y Janes into the floor to push back.

The handle jumped up and down for a moment, and then there was a knock on the door. “Uh, Suri?”

“Mmm?” she called back, then cursed herself for forgetting she couldn’t speak with a pacifier in her mouth.

“It’s Coco,” Coco said. “I, uh… I need to get in so I can undress you now.”

“MMmmMmm!” Suri cried, shaking her head though it went unseen. The smell of her dirty diaper had already wafted back up to her nose; if Coco came in now, she’d learn the truth for sure.

“Oh… You can undress yourself?” Coco asked.

“Mmhmm!” Suri firmly nodded.

“Well… alright then. I guess I’ll just, go?”

“Mmhmm! MMHMM!” Suri affirmed desperately. Chasing Coco away like this was necessary. She would have to track down the mare once she was free of her full diaper and blackmail her then if possible. It was a risk, but much less so than opening the door.

“A-Alright… uh, bye then. I guess.” Hoofsteps could be heard as Coco trotted away.

Suri couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard that. Coco was the last pony she needed to worry about before she could be alone.

But even so, Suri didn’t dare take her weight off the door. She could still hear the shuffling of ponies outside as they cleaned up and moved equipment around. The chance that one of them may wander in randomly was not one Suri wanted to take. Even if it pained her to stay in a messy diaper for so long, she was determined to hold the door shut.

So for a while, she merely stood there, wallowing in her own stink. Without a way to breathe through her mouth, she was stuck with her nose. The vile stench of her… accident was still fresh in the air, and there was plenty of it for her to inhale. The sting of the aroma made her eyes water, and she was forced to endure with short, sparing breaths.

But at least now that she was alone, she could suckle on her pacifier all she wanted without fear of judgement.

It was certainly curious how attached she’d become to the action of suckling. Though she didn’t really want to reflect on such a shameful concept, Suri had little else to do and her mind always seemed to wander back to it.

She couldn’t deny the comfort that it brought her. It was the sole reason she hadn’t broken down crying when she… when her diaper became messy. Heck, it was one of the few reasons she hadn’t broken down sobbing down.

Her lips caressed the rubber bulb, pushing back and forth in a soothing, 

Knock knock knock.

Suri froze hearing the sound coming from the door.

“Suri?” It was Photo’s voice.

“Mm… Mmmhmm?” she inquired, hoping Photo couldn’t tell her pacifier was still in.

“You were wunderbar today! You really do have a feel for modeling, no?”

“Mmhmm,” she replied, hoping Photo will leave soon.

“I know you’re changing now, but I just wanted to say, don’t worry about ze paycheck. It’s already been mailed off and should be at your home in ze next day or so.”

That was a relief. Suri would’ve been crushed if she had gone through all of this and then hadn’t been able to collect her paycheck with her diaper in the current state it was in.

“Anyway, next time I have a shoot like zis, I know who to call. See you later, and don’t be ze stranger.” Photo trotted off, and Suri breathed another sigh.

She returned to quietly suckling by herself, waiting until the noise outside died down further. Once she was certain it had gone quiet enough, she lifted herself away from the door.

By this point, the mush in her diaper had gone from warm to cold. The damp spots of urine were just a cool and even a little clammy. Suri shivered at the feeling as it grinded against her legs and privates.

Not paying attention, she kicked a previously unseen purse across the ground, sending it sliding over by the racks of her previous dresses. But that didn’t matter to her right now.

Now, Suri needed to get out of this get up.

Her pacifier was… less egregious than everything else, so Suri decided it could stay while she suckled a tad more. It couldn’t hurt.

Besides, her top priority was definitely the diaper; it had to come off and soon. Her hooves tried to maneuver to it, but the expanse that was her fluffy skirt was a formidable barrier.

Making the snap decision to switch focus, Suri brought her attention to the dress. Bringing up her hooves, Suri reached for the collar of her dress. But her shoes got in the way. She tried again, but with no meaningful way to grab onto the fabric, it was useless.

Chewing her pacifier, Suri tried pushing down on the dress’ skirt, hoping to push it off that way. No such luck; all she managed to do was tug at it a little.

O-Okay, this obviously isn’t working. Suri’s attention turned to her hooves. The Mare-y Janes clearly needed to go first.

Taking her right hoof, she pushed down on the shoe on her left, trying to knock it off. She scuffed the surface, kind of, but failed to make any significant impact. Narrowing her eyes, Suri brought her hooves together and pit them against each other in a wrestling match, hoping a barrage of flailing and slapping would knock one of them loose.

No dice.

Furious, Suri managed to calm down by suckling her paci. She noted that the strap on the front of the shoe was what allowed it to be so tightly stuck to her in the first place.

Okay. Okay. No problem, Suri thought, bringing her right hoof up. I can just use my mouth to--

Pacifier. She still had her pacifier in her mouth, and that was strapped to her head.

Suri’s heart beat swifter now, as she remembered her failure before to take her paci out.

Ignoring that in a panic, Suri reached up with both hooves, tearing at both the pacifier and the strap. Her violent thrashing had no effect; it was almost like the strap was glued on. With the Mare-y Janes as they were, they’d never be able to get leverage over the stap.

So she needed her hooves to get free to get her mouth free, and she needed to get her mouth freed to get her hooves freed.

And she likely needed both to get the dress off. And she couldn’t take her diaper off with the dress in the way.

Suri brought her hooves down, face hollow as that information was processed.

Then she started screaming.

“MMMRPH! MMMMM! HMMMHPH HMMMRRRR!” 

The realization that she was stuck--thoroughly and unbelievably stuck--was the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

She flailed, kicked, thrashed, moaned, tore, and seized in terror, doing everything she possibly could in a pitiful attempt to at least get something off of her. But nothing did. Nothing even loosened up!

At some point in all that chaos, she fell down on her plot. Her diaper compressed, squishily. The contents stored up inside was forced to spread, coating her in a fine layer of her own mushy mess.

It did wonders for her sanity.

“MMMMRRRR! MPPPH MRR NEERRR HHMMPH MMRR!” She cried out. Then she froze again.

What if somepony heard her? Even with her muffled screaming behind closed doors, it was possible. And if they came to check and saw her in this sorry state…

Suri slid back, pulling up her hindlegs to cower in the corner. She remained silent, watching the door. It stayed still. Nopony showed up to check on her strange noises, or her for that matter.

But then, if nopony came, what was she supposed to do? At this point, she needed help to get out of the dress. Unless she had some tool, like a pair of scissors, there was no way she alone could get out of this alone.

So… then she needed to ask for help. She had to go out there, and find one of Photo’s staff members, and beg them to help her out. But then, they would discover her dirty diaper!

Suri chewed her pacifier, ruminating this. What in Equestria could she do? Getting help was embarrassing, but staying like this indefinitely was not an option.

She sighed, the stinky diaper smell that permeated the air tickling her nose. Both of her current options were terrible, but there was a clear lesser of two evils between them. The mares outside had already seen her degraded beyond any reasonable measure, and if it meant she would be free of this diaper, then Suri would just have to ask for their help.

Standing, she winced as the mush by her rear shifted and settled. The slimy, cold mess got more uncomfortable by the minute, and sitting down in it definitely didn’t help.

Trotting to the door, she gave her pacifier a hard suckle to help build up courage. She reached up, put her hoof the the handle, turned, and let the door slowly creep open.

A dark room greeted her. Suri blinked in surprise, and felt a twinge of fear. Throwing the door all the way open, she was greeted by the rest of the studio.

Lights off. Abandoned.

Suri gulped, her throat completely dry.

Th-They’re gone? They hadn’t ended the session not ten minutes ago, and already everypony had cleared out. Suri knew Photo Finish ran a tight ship with her shoots, but this was unreal.

“Hmm?” She called out, wincing out how dumb she sounded. “Hmmhmm? Mrrph?”

Nothing. Nopony called out back from the darkness with a response.

Suri’s face paled.

N-No, this can’t be right. They can’t all be gone. I… I need help! I can’t get out of my dress! I’m stuck in a diaper! No! No no no NO!

The realization weighed down heavily on Suri. They were all gone; she wouldn’t be getting any help. And that meant she was stuck.

What could she do now? All alone like this, she’d never get out of her dirty diaper! Would she have to wait for somepony to come by? That could take hours! It may take until next morning, even. She couldn’t spend the whole night in a filthy diaper! And what would the ponies who would eventually find her think? It would be terrible!

But then… would she have to walk home like this? She knew she had some scissors back at her apartment, but… it was Manehattan out there. At any time of day or night, the streets were flooded with ponies. And they would all see her dressed like this! Word would spread like wildfire! She’d be the laughing stock of the entire city!

Tears sprung to Suri’s eyes when she realized those were her only two options left. Be miserable and humiliated, or be humiliated and miserable. Was there nothing else to do?

She suckled desperately on her paci, not even trying to hold back the tears. They streamed down her face as she sniffled, inhaling more of the stink from her mess.

No… No… I-I can’t be… this can’t be happening! She was on the verge of all out sobbing. This stupid dirty diaper was about to ruin her whole life, one way or another.

But before Suri could devolve into all out sobs, she heard the click of a door opening. Fear jolted her instincts to life and she ducked aside to be sheltered by the door without even really thinking about it.

Somepony had come back!

It was a miracle and a nightmare all at once. She was saved and doomed. Everything was great and terrible.

W-What do I do? Suri thought. She could desperately call out, and suffer the humiliation of just one more pony seeing her like this, or she could be spared humiliation for the moment, but be in the same position as before.

Her heart thumped wildly as she heard footsteps become louder and louder. Wait, are they coming here?

Before Suri had time to even ponder that question, Coco Pommel trotted through the doorway, right passed her.

Suri’s pupils shrank. She must not have seen her, otherwise Coco would’ve flinched in surprise. She watched as her former assistant strutted into the changing room, eyes to the floor as she looked for something.

W-What’s she doing back here? Suri thought. Of all ponies to return, it had to be this one. But Suri was miraculously unseen. She could duck into the darkness of the set room if she wanted. Coco wouldn’t see her, but she wouldn’t get any help, either.

Not like she would. She hated Suri for some reason.

Hide then. Definitely hide. Suri thought. But her muscles didn’t move accordingly. They felt paralyzed.

Just then, Coco bent down and picked up the tiny purse Suri had accidentally kicked earlier. “There you are,” she said, brushing it off.

Her head lifted, and even at this angle Suri could tell she winced. Coco sniffed the air a little, gagging. Obviously, the stink of Suri’s used diaper had reached her.

Then, Coco turned around. Suri hadn’t gotten the chance to hide.

Their eyes met.

And Suri broke down sobbing.

“Wha-- Miss Polo-- Suri? What are you still doing here?”

Suri tried to back up, finding to where to go but the wall and only shoving her full diaper into it, at that. She sobbed some more, sinking to the ground so she could bury her head in her hooves. Not that it mattered anymore. Coco had seen her, so there was no coming back from this.

As an industry insider, she could take this and blazon it to every fashion firm from here to Las Pegasus, and there was no reason for her not too. All Suri could do was bawl her eyes out.

Coco’s shocked gaze didn’t waver. “What’s going on? Why are you still dressed like that?”

Miserably, Suri managed to break through the tears long enough to whimper and point at her pacifier.

“You can’t speak?” Coco guessed, earning a nod.

Bending down, Coco slipped her hoof under the paci strap, and followed it around to the back of Suri’s neck. She undid the strap deftly, and the tension holding the pacifier stuck to her mouth relaxed. Instantly Suri could move her jaw again, her lips feeling like they might finally be able to speak words once more.

“What happened?” Coco asked again.

“I cawn’t... I-I-I…” Suri stumbled through her words, blubbering all the way. “I cawn’t get undwessed!” She cried through the pacifier.

“You can’t--” Coco’s eyebrows furrowed. “Well why didn’t you just tell me? I can--”

“NO!” Suri cried, tears dripping onto the floor.

Coco’s eyes shrank at the outburst, confusion dominating her face. She sniffed the air once more, frowning at the scent. Then, understanding slowly dawned on her face. Understanding that morphed into disgust.

Suri whined.

“Did you…” Coco asked, not even needing to finish the question.

“I couwdn’t howd it!” Suri whined. The mush in her diaper had never felt so shameful, and that was saying something. “I-I-I… P-pwease…”

“Help you?” Coco guessed. Though her face held a level of disgust, she still started to nod. “Okay, I can--”

“No!” Suri shook her head. “I mean… yes, pwease get dis off me. But…” She sniffled, nose filling with the nauseous fumes of her dirty deed. “Pwease down’t teww anypony abou’ dis!”

“Tell anypony?” Coco’s brows furrowed. “Why in Equestria would I ever do that?”

“B-Because woo hate me!” Suri cried through her paci. “A-And dis wouwd destwoy me!”

Coco blinked as Suri devolved back into a pile of sobs. The stink wafting through the air made both mares sick to their stomachs.

Putting a hoof on Suri’s shoulder, Coco managed to make eye contact with her. “I wouldn’t do that. Not even to you.”

Suri sniffled. “W-Woo mean it?”

“Of course.” Coco nodded.

“But woo betwayed me,” Suri lisped.

“Betrayed you?” Coco donned a mask of confusion again.

“Down’t even pwetend!” Suri accused. “Fashion Week! Woo quit and gave da pwize to Wawity!”

Coco furrowed her brows. “I quit because you were always so awful and mean to me, Suri. And I gave the prize to Rarity after she won fair and square, even with your cheating.”

Her sins laid bare in front of her, Suri whimpered. She suddenly hoped bringing all this up wouldn’t change Coco’s mind. But also… “Awwfuw to woo?”

Coco shook her head in disbelief. “You bossed me around constantly! You forced me to help you cheat, and you were always so rude, no matter how good a job I did. It... It made me feel useless.” She looked down. “Once I realized from Rarity that not everypony had to be that way in Manehatten, I decided to get away from you. I...I had to. I just couldn’t be your doormat anymore, Suri.”

Suri frowned, lowering her head. Looking back on it, she was less of the mentor she’d assumed she was, and more of a slave driver. But that didn’t make her a terrible pony, did It?

Well…

Kind of… maybe…

Definitely.

“And so when I saw you here today,” Coco continued. “It was just the funniest thing. Like karma had finally come to bite you in the butt.”

Suri shifted her butt, feeling the mess squish within her diaper and shuddering in discomfort. Karma had a funny way of biting.

“And… it was just funny to me.” Coco admitted. “But I guess I shouldn’t have laughed so much. You got so upset and all... I just couldn’t believe you were actually doing this.”

“I had too…” Suri mumbled ruefully.

“Had to?” Coco asked.

Suri wiped her eyes, suckling on her pacifier. “A-After Fashion Week, I couwdn’t get any jobs. I needed money or I wouwdn’t be ablwe to pay went.”

Coco’s expression softened. “...I had no idea you were in such a bad place. I’m sorry.”

Suri sniffled, fresh tears leaping down her face. “No, I am! W… Woo shouwdn’t haff to apowogize to me.” Guilt for everything she’d done to Coco was weighing down on her as fast as she could remember it all. It was fueling even more tears than her messy diaper was.

Considering it all, really considering it, Suri could help but feel that she deserved everything that had happened to her today.

“Woo…” Suri sniffled. “Woo shouwd juss weave me hewe. I desewve it.”

Coco paused for a moment, and then stood up. Suri caught a sob in the back of her throat, partially regretting it now that she was about to abandon her like this.

But then, Coco outstretched her hoof. “Come on,” she said. “Don’t talk like that. It’s my job to handle the dressing and undressing after all.”

Suri was misty eyed. Coco was actually going to help her out? After everything?

Her chest felt warm all of a sudden.

Suri leapt up and wrapped Coco in a surprise hug. “Tank woo tank woo tank woo!” She cried.

“Uh… you’re welcome,” Coco said, awkwardly wrapping her hooves around Suri and giving her a pat.

They broke away soon after and started to move to the center of the room to have more space. Coco then held up her hoof, reaching for Suri’s paci. “Here, I can just take that.”

Suri shrank back. “U-Uh… can I keep it in for a wittle while wonger? Pwease?”

Coco blinked in surprise, almost unable to comprehend that request. “Umm… sure, I guess.” Suri suckled nervously, hoping she hadn't just made it awkward.

Stepping clear, Coco tapped the ground, beckoning Suri to it. “Now lie down. You look like you could use a change.”

Suri wiped her eyes, a faint hint of a smile crossing her face. For the first time that day, everything felt like maybe it was going to be okay.