Happy Diapers (Diaper Dimension)

This was inspired by this awesome drawing by ShyDad. The original had way more expression than mine ended having, which is something I want to work on.

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The story text:

It had been so simple. A get rich quick scheme which actually worked, and all she had to do was pose for some modelling photos which her friend had arranged.

Oh sure her friend was quite large, and one needed to consider that risk, but it wasn’t such an issue in her part of the world – there were laws. Plus, well, the giant wasn’t so much her friend as an acquaintance, and it seemed unlikely that there was an elaborate plot underway which was specifically focused on her, since they’d barely met.

And so she’d gone to the photo shoot. They’d promised exceptionally good money, enough to change her life, as they’d put it, and had said that she was perfect for it.

She’d somehow still managed to be shocked when they’d held up the diaper. She of course should have expected it, if she’d just thought. After all, her ‘friend’ was from overseas, and things there were… well… more often complicated, between people of different sizes…

At least, they couldn’t force her to wear it in that area, no-sir-ee, and she announced her intention to immediately quit. Only… they kept reminding her of how much money they were talking about, and suggested that she at least try it on before making up her mind…

She’d huffed. No way was she going to be photographed in such a thing. Though, well, maybe she could go into the changing room and tryit on. She had to admit that she’d always been kind of... curious about what it might be like, and it offered a perfect excuse too, which was hardly her fault really. She probably wouldn’t leavethe changing room with it on – well of course she wouldn’t! There was no way she ever wanted anybody to see her in a thick diaper.

Only… once the diaper was on, she’d felt strange. Almost, like, well… maybe she’d like to take this diaper home, and try wearing it some more - in private of course! Though she’d spent so long in the dressing room just getting a feel for it, that soon the door had been whisked open, and she’d been told it was time. And, well, something about the diaper was making her feel very strange…

She’d gone out, with her hand held – it was so difficult to walk otherwise anyway, plus her other thumb was in her mouth. Everybody seemed so big.

Something seemed wrong, and she’d blushed terribly as they snapped the first few pictures. She sat on a large play block in the dreaded childish playroom set she’d seen earlier. She wanted to object, but couldn’t seem to take her thumb out of her mouth. Plus now the playroom maybe didn’t seem quite so b- Well, no, it still seemed bad. Something was…

“Happy Diapers!” a woman read from a script, which seemed intended to be dubbed over later. “Known to make difficult little ones more well-behaved. A compliant and happy angel for Mommy and Daddy.”

What nonsense. She almost wanted to say so, but sucked her thumb harder instead. Things became a bit of a blur after that. She vaguely remembered crawling around to their encouragement, smiling when they said so, and even waving her big bottom in the air.

“Can we get a ‘goo goo ga ga’?” they asked.

She’d pouted. “I’ma big girl. I don’t googoo gaga!”

“Of course sweetie,” they’d said, snapping some more photos. She blushed, and kept crawling around the playroom.

And then, finally, she had begun to come to, and had found herself standing outside the studio with a cheque in her hand. The memories were… fuzzy, and seemed... ludicrously impossible. There was no way she’d ever crawl around like that, surely she’d dreamed something up.

The cheque, however, absolutely was real, and soon she had the lifestyle she wanted. Rich, well-dressed, in the club, and…

And…

Plastered on a giant billboard, she noticed, stepping outside one day... It was just like she vaguely recalled, what she’d convinced herself must have been an hallucination- a photo of her crawling, in that damn diaper, smiling with genuine pleasure for the camera. Worse, she still kind of wanted to try on that diaper again, something about it…

She couldn’t believe her bad luck. Especially since she was somebody now, and everybody knew her face. And then, it wasn’t just the one billboard. There were others like it, showing her in different babyish stances. Then there was a radio ad, where she declared with a high-pitched lisp that she was a big girl and didn’t googoo gaga, and there were even TV ads, which were thankfully short, but showed some very incriminating footage.

She tried to avoid any serious social contact. Her friends stopped calling. Yet there were still things which demanded the attention of a woman of her means, and every time she went outside, she noticed the billboards everywhere.

But then she began to notice something else. Strollers. Strollers everywhere. The local Amazons had seemed to have an explosion of adopting Littles. Which was strange, since there were specifically laws against such things around there. But apparently the law had been changed – so long as the Little didn’t object, too much, which was someexpected occasional tantruming, supposedly.It seemed that a lot of Littles now knew what they needed, the press statements had said…

She’d considered talking to some of her wealthy country club friends about it, since they had the power to make the most ruckus about it, but she couldn’t bring herself to face them, not with those billboards everywhere. It soon proved to not matter, since she saw them all in strollers about town. She’d stepped out of a store only to find herself face to face with a stroller, seeing a former powerful heiress sucking on a pacifier in her stroller, looking a bit sulky but not complaining. And her diaper design - it seemed somehow… familiar… Those diapers… Why couldn’t she stop thinking about them?

She had to do something. She released a small video, called My Bad Experience Modelling Happy Diapers. It wasn’t exactly huge, but it did get the CEO’s attention, and she wanted to meet with her. Good.

Marching into the business headquarters was a nightmare. Her own face was plastered everywhere, often looking back over her huge diapered backside. It seemed like an impossible dream. One of her first statements would be that she was never doing diaper modelling work again, which would hopefully get them to seek out a new mascot.

She waited anxiously outside the CEO’s office, in an entirely-too-large chair, trying to ignore the waiting room playpen nearby which again had her photo plastered on the side.

“Oh!” a deep woman’s voice called from the CEO’s doorway, “There’s our little munchkin! So famous!”

She fumed. How would she even begin this conversation? A giantess was so big.

“Now Hon,” the woman said, grinning from her business suit which showed off her ample proportions – and breasts which were probably full of milk. “Come in and see. I know you think you had a bad experience last time, so here-”

She stepped into a waiting photo shoot, with lights, cameras, and crew.

“Well try again, I bet you’ll love it.”

She was speechless. “N...” she began, but couldn’t finish the word, since an assistant girl appeared behind her and had yanked down her underwear in a flash, pulling up a thick, crinkly diaper.

It was a familiar bulk. It was…

“Places everybody!” the CEO called. The lights were dimmed.

She fell to her hands and knees, finding it hard to stand in such a thick diaper.

“Let’s get some slow-mo footage of her crawling on the rugs,” the CEO instructed. “I want to match it to the voice-over about how we use perfumes only found in the Jungles of Amazonia.”

“Angel!” an assistant girl hissed, “Crawl over here. Obey your Mommy. Your sisters are all having five hour naps for disobeying her earlier. Come on, you don’t want to be like them.”