Chapter 1

I finished the film shoot at nine o'clock in the morning, and figured I had finished for the day. It was a rough life being a fashion model, and never in my wildest dreams, did I figure it would get worse. I am a slim built woman, auburn color hair, 5 feet 5 inches in height, and have what I think is a nice breast size. I hailed a taxi and got a ride to my apartment. I threw my keys on the counter and listened to my messages. 6 in total, not bad for 1 morning. The time was now 10. The first message was from Cindy. We have been friends for a number of years. She is the older and wiser of the 2 of us. I respect her, and have always confided in her. In all, she has been a mother to me over the years. The next few messages were just plain solicitation, you know the 10 cent a minute stuff, but the last one was from my agent. He had a shoot for me, but I needed to arrive at 12:00, across town, and I had to be there at 12:00 on the nose. He mentioned that this was a little different than the ones I had been used to but, I had always asked for the different ones. Little did I know, what was to happen next, would change my life forever.

I quickly showered, dressed in the first thing I saw, and grabbing my keys, ran out the door. I hailed the cab. It was a long time across town. I looked at my watch. "Hmm 11:15. Plenty of time." I applied my make up and arrived by taxi in no time. I waited in the room for 10 or 15 minutes and was then escorted into the shoot room. Never in my wildest dreams, would I have imagined what was to happen next. The room had the look of a nursery. Crib, sheets, change table, all in white. The walls, baby prints, and babyish items. It was explained that I would be modeling the new fashions for a new Internet company. Babyco Industries was about to make it=s first baby step into the world. I would be fashioning the new line of diapers, plastic pants, pacifiers, pins, etc. I was aghast.

I was asked by the cameraman to remove my clothes and put on a diaper. I looked at the pile on the change table, was he serious. The shoot was worth a number of dollars, but did I want to risk my face appearing on ads, ads that would promote me as an adult baby? The more I thought about it, the more the thought fascinated me. Me an "adult baby"! I slowly undressed and took the first diaper I saw. I pulled out the Mickey and Minnie change pad and placed it on the floor. I sat naked on the pad on the floor, and the cameraman started shooting. I continued through the lunch hour. He fed me what ever I wanted and kept me in drinks. At one point, he mentioned putting it in a bottle for me, I said

Asure, why not!@ I kept changing plastic pants, and in between shoots, I found that I was in love with the feeling. The bulky thick of the diaper was turning me on. I was actually enjoying the feeling. Between some of the shoots, I found myself playing, fingering myself inside the diaper. The folds of cotton, rubbing my clitoris. I shivered, and managed to hold back my pending scream. I looked, but no one noticed.

About 3:00 p.m. and many changes and pictures later, I found myself in need of the bathroom. I was told that it might be a good idea to use the diapers, as this would be a great promotion. I thought about that for minutes. My mind went 100 miles per hour. Could I use the diaper? Could I? I motioned to the cameraman. He focused on my mid section, and I let go. Never before in my life had I felt so turned on and yet so relieved. I flooded the diaper completely. That leak was beyond belief. I pulled the plastic pants down around my knees, and let go again. My now pee soaked diaper leaked out into the plastic pants.

On the floor again, I started fingering my clitoris. The feeling was so erotic. In seconds, I had cum in waves. I shivered, and came in an explosive and mind numbing climax. The cameraman was still shooting. I removed my now wet diaper, and standing naked, I held it up to the camera. As a joke, I held my nose and put it in the diaper pail.

I had lost all sense of time. Back on the floor, I put the used diaper in the diaper pail, and put on the next. I lay on the floor, grabbed the next diaper, and flooded myself with powder. The smell in the air, unbelievable. I picked the pink pins, and used them to put the diaper on. I stood and grabbed the next pair of plastic pants. I pulled them up and patted my butt. I looked in the mirror. Here I am a fantastic looking woman, 28 years old, looking in a mirror at myself in a diaper, and I am enjoying myself. Next thing I new, it was 07:00 in the evening. The cameraman was very turned on by my actions. I watched as he started to play with himself. He had a very masculine body, he was about 25 himself. Good looking, about 6 ft. I mentioned that he could join me if he felt like it. He came on over, putting the camera on a tripod, and taking the bulb. He started fingering me through my diaper. He grabbed me and pushed me face first to the floor, lifted away my diaper with his finger and checked. It was wet, and he scolded me for being such a bad little girl. I must admit, I was wet, but the humiliation of being checked, was more than I could stand. He told me what a bad little girl I was.

I could see he was getting excited; the bulge in his pants was becoming quite predominant. I quickly turned to him, grabbed his zipper and pulled it down. I reached inside, and grabbed his now throbbing penis in my hands. ABaby suck@, I said in my most childish voice. He complied, lying back on the floor. I took his penis in my mouth and started giving him head. Before long, he was turning my ass to his face. The closer my ass got, the more excited he got. He managed to pull away my plastic pants, and undid one side of my diaper. Moving it out of the way, he started sucking on my pee soaked clit. The feeling was unbelievable. We came together in harmony.

Exhausted, I collapsed.

He changed my diaper, put me in a fresh pair of plastic pants. Told me what a sweet girl I was, packed his items and left. The clock on the wall said 9:00. I was alone, satisfied, diapered and content in what looked to be a nursery. I managed to get to my feet, and get dressed. In all the relief, I put on my dress over my diaper. I looked in the mirror, fixed my makeup and called a cab. I arrived home at 09:30 and went directly to bed.

I awoke at 10:00 the next morning in a now wet diaper. I could not believe that I could be wet, and not have woken earlier. I walked to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. I had not removed my makeup from the night before, let alone shower and clean up. I felt horrible. As I filled the sink to wash my face, I admired myself in the mirror. I looked sexy, and I liked the way I looked. I turned my ass to the mirror and looked at that as well. Imagine, 24 hours ago, I was a sought after fashion model, living in my fashion world, and now, I seem to be enjoying the diaper. No, I thought. I can=t do this. But as I went to remove the diaper, a feeling came over me. At

first, just a small cramp, but it built. My mind again started to race. Could I stand here and poop in my diaper. I looked again at the face in the mirror. My hair tossed aside, more of a young girl look than an adult. I walked into the living room and glanced out the window, not a soul in site. Good. I went into the bathroom again. I looked into the mirror, and concentrated. There was a good deal of poop in there when I finished. A28 huh?@ I said out loud. I grabbed my now full diaper, and pushed it against my skin. I grabbed the poopie part at the back and squished it.

I felt the poop squish between my legs, and up toward my back. My heart was pounding. I sat on the floor, the poop squished even more. I felt myself become more turned on with every move I made. I reached into my diaper, and started again. First rubbing my clitoris, then pushing harder. I grabbed the diaper with the other hand and started pulling it up my chest. The shivers ran down my spine, and I screamed out loud. The poop squishing and the fingering of my clitoris brought me to yet another tremendous climax.

There I was sitting on the floor, dirty diaper and all, tired and exhausted. A part of me not believing what I had done. I opened my eyes, and looked toward the door. ACindy!@ I blurted. AWhen did you, I mean what did you, orY@ I was lost for words.