A Diapered Gig

[Kinster]

Hello everyone! As a request for someone, I am re-posting one of my old stories, edited by flipping some genders around. Hope you enjoy!

 

 

 

 

My stomach rumbled for what seemed like the 20th time in the past minute. I stared at the last pack of ramen noodles that I had. My name is Anna, I am 21 years old, and I am hungry. Starving actually. Well, maybe not STARVING, but hungry. I recently quit my job to try going full-time as a model. I used to work as a waitress at a local restaurant, but now, I have been working as a model. Based on the sounds my stomach is making, you could guess that it has not been going well. I have barely been getting enough money to pay for food, much less the rent on my terrible studio apartment. No, it doesn’t even qualify as an apartment. It is a room—a small room. Well… two rooms really, but the bathroom hardly counts. It had a sink, a fridge, room enough for a bed, and a microwave oven that I got at a garage sale. The bathroom was somehow worse. A toilet and a shower. And I could hardly turn around in that shower.

I made by for a little while, but with jobs coming few and far between, I was getting desperate. I thought it would be perfect. I am 21 and very attractive. I am 5’ 4” with perfect skin, amber eyes, short, dirty blond hair that is always perfectly tousled, and a winning smile. My boobs weren’t my best asset, as they were on the smaller side, but for modeling, I would just stuff the crap out of my bras. I modeled a lot of different things. New styles of clothing, sports equipment, school stuff, and for advertisements that needed a happy family, I played the perfect daughter. My favorite job that I ever had was the swimsuit one that I did. I was finally able to show my perfect, toned body, though I wasn’t super muscular. I am proud of my body, and I finally got to show it off at that shoot.

Anyways, back to my stomach, which is still rumbling. I stared at the pack of ramen, knowing that it would be my last food until I got another gig. I warmed up some water and put in the noodles, salivating at them as they cooked. When they were done, I ate them ravenously. There was no room for a table in my apartment, so I just ate everything on my bed. When I was finished, I laid back, sighing in happiness. Now, I didn’t know what to do. I had no food, no money, and for at least another three days, no jobs. The gig that had made me think I could go full-time, was a weekly photo shoot that I did for a teen clothing magazine. Once a week, I would go down there, do the shoot with a bunch of different clothes, collect my money, and leave. It was a great gig, but it didn’t really support me fully. I thought if I could just get one more gig like that, I would be fine, but none ever came. So now I was broke and hungry. I had even started putting up posters of myself at studios with my phone number on it, along with a description of what I do. So far… nothing.

I lay there, contemplating what I should do, when I got a phone call. I grabbed the old flip phone that I got to save money, and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hello there. Is this Anna?” A deep, but friendly male voice asked.

“This is, what can I do for you?” My heart was beating faster, hoping it was someone calling for a job.

“My name is John Tucker, and I represent a company called DTD. I was hoping to discuss something with you, regarding your modeling services.” I almost squealed with delight at this.

“Yes of course Mr. Tucker. Did you want to set up a meeting today?” I asked, praying that I could get paid soon.

“Oh so soon! Well, sure I suppose. I will be at the Red Bean Café at one o’clock this afternoon. Meet me there, and we can discuss the job.” John said.

I agreed and hung up the phone. I grabbed the best pair of clothes that I had, and sniffed them. They seemed fine. It had been a while since I had done laundry, as food became more important. I took a shower and got cleaned up as best I could. Then I walked to the café, which was only a few blocks from my apartment. I walked in right at one o’clock.

“Anna!” A man waved to me from one of the tables. I recognized the voice as John's. He was tall and muscular, with cropped black hair, and a five o’clock shadow that defined a square jaw. He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, and seemed to me like he could be another model. Even from across the room, I could see that he had bright blue eyes, which contrasted his dark hair perfectly. To be honest, he was hot. Very hot. I walked over to him, and as I sat down, I could see that the dress shirt he was wearing was tight enough to reveal the definition of his chest almost perfectly. The top button was undone, and I could see the line of his collarbone extending to his shoulders.

               I felt a warmth growing in my panties. I’d never been with anyone sexually before, but I knew what I was into, and this guy pretty much hit every mark. I stared into his eyes as he spoke. Wow… so dreamy. I’d dated one guy back in high school, but he was all religious, so he kept saying he was saving himself for marriage. Suffice to say, it didn’t work out. Anyway, back to Mr. Hotty.

 “Did you get all that?” John asked. I snapped back into reality. We had started talking and my stomach was still rumbling quite a bit. John heard and kindly ordered food for me, insisting that he pay for it. I didn’t object and as I ate it, I had kind of dazed off. This was the best food I had eaten in ages.

“Yeah.” I said, gulping down my food. “You are doing some advertisements for products, and you want me to model them for you. No problem! That’s kind of what I do after all.”

“Yes. This is a multi-week shoot, as we will be photographing everything in our inventory thoroughly, and we want you to be there every weekday, if possible.” My heart jumped when he said this. A multi-week shoot… every weekday… ka-ching! I would be rolling in cash!

“Yes of course! There is one problem. I do another shoot with a separate company once a week.”

“Yes, well we can’t expect you to be there every day, so for now, you can continue with them.” I sighed in relief when he said this, knowing that I wouldn’t have to quit my most reliable gig. John continued, “Now, the address of the shoot is on this paper, along with my contact information.” He handed me a business card and I put it in my pocket.

“Thank you so much sir.” I said. Then I hesitated, “Does that mean I have the job?” I asked.

“Yes it does, I think you will be perfect for it.” He smiled, showing his perfect, brilliant white teeth. “You will get your first paycheck after the shoot tomorrow. It pays two-hundred dollars per day, and we will shoot for at least three weeks, maybe more, depending on how it goes.”

My eyes opened wide when he said the pay. 200 a day?! I’m rich! “Th-thank you so much sir!” I stammered.

“Yes of course,” he said “but there’s no need to call me sir. You can just call me John, or Johnny if you want. That’s what my friends call me after all.” He smiled again and winked at me. “We are going to get to know each other pretty well over the next few weeks I think.”

“We are?” I asked, confused. Then I realized. “Oh! You are the photographer! I should have realized sooner.”

He nodded “Yep! I am the guy who will be looking at you through my camera every day for a while.” He smiled again.

Wait a second… Was he hitting on me? I wasn’t sure, but I really didn’t mind. This guy was very attractive after all. And I especially didn’t want to ruin the gig. I smiled back at him and ran my hand through my hair.

“Well, I hope I can inspire you.” I said.

‘Oh my gosh that was terrible.’ I thought to myself. ‘I used to be good at that kind of stuff’

John laughed, “Well anyways, I should get going, but it was very nice to meet you Anna.”

I said goodbye, and he left, making sure to pay before he did. I went home, excited for the day tomorrow, and cleaned my apartment. I then went for a run as was my usual habit, and came home. It was now getting dark, so I decided to go to bed. I climbed into bed, and slept on a full stomach for the first time in a while.

The next day, I arrived at the address on the card that he gave me. It took me a while to get there, as it was out of town, and I had to take the bus, with a few transfers. It took me a lot longer than I had anticipated to get there, so I was more than a few minutes late. I looked at the building, which was a warehouse with no real unique features. I would hardly have known it was the right building except that I saw a small plate next to the door that said DTD, the name of the company that John said he worked for. I took a deep breath and walked in. Inside was not what I expected. It seemed like an ordinary office. There was a waiting room with a few couches and a woman, sitting behind a desk, typing on a computer. I assumed she was the secretary and walked up to her.

“Excuse me, my name is Anna Fuego, and I am here for the photo shoot.” I said hesitantly. Fuego is a cheesy last name, I know, but it is way better than my real name, trust me.

The woman looked up at me. “Ah. Ms. Fuego. Room 14, down the hallway.” She pointed down the hallway, and I walked down it. This building was strange. From the outside, a nondescript warehouse, on the inside, an everyday office building. I walked past closed doors, numbering up from 1. I got to room 14 and opened it up. Inside, there was a standard photo shoot room. Three white walls, bright lights, and a camera stand to one side, behind it, several chairs, and a table with food and coffee. Sitting on a chair, reading a newspaper was John, the only other person in the room. He looked up at me, and then down at his watch.

“You know Anna, it’s never a good idea to be late for your first day on the job.” He frowned slightly.

“I know. I am so sorry, John. It took me way longer than I thought it would to get here. I had to take three transfers, and walk half a mile to-”

“No excuses Anna.” He interrupted. He stopped frowning, “but I understand. Where do you live?”

I told him my address.

“Well if you would like, I can pick you up tomorrow. I drive right past there anyway.” He smiled. “It’s really no problem for me.”

“Well I appreciate it, sir! It would save me an awful lot of time.” Normally, I would politely decline his offer, but it really was tough to get here. I had given myself an extra hour to get here, and I was still an hour and a half late.

“Now now. I told you not to call me sir. John is fine. Now let’s get started.” He got up and set down his newspaper. “We will start out with what made this company what it is today. The changing room is through that door.” He pointed to a wooden door next to the table with the food.

“Ok thank you.. Er.. John.” I walked into the changing room, which was a small room, with a weird looking table in it. It was a very large table, with a padded top, of a light blue fabric. There were also cabinets in the room, but from what I could see, there were no clothes in it. I walked back out. “Um.. John. There aren’t any clothes in there.”

“The cabinets should be fully stocked. We will start on the right most cabinet and work our way to the left.” He said. “oh wait!” Don’t change just yet. I forgot that Michael isn’t here yet. He will help you get ready.” John walked out of the room. I grabbed some food and quickly shoved it in my mouth. A few moments later, John walked back into the room with another person behind him. “This is Michael.”

I looked at the young man who just walked in. He didn’t look to be much older than me, and he grinned at me. He had very long brown hair that came down past his shoulders, and a very thin physique. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, and I could tell that he had probably been wearing those jeans for a few days now.

“Hi Anna. I am Michael.” He spoke with a soft, relaxing voice. “I am going to be the one helping you out today. Now what did you want her to start out with, John?”

“The classic, Michael. I thought it would be a good start.”

I assumed that he would be doing my make-up, and I smiled at him. He smiled back and walked into the changing room, motioning me to follow him. When I walked in, he had a few things set out on the counter. I looked over his shoulder and I saw a bottle of lotion, and what looked like a big plain white diaper.

“Um.. what is that for?” I asked.

“It’s for you.” He responded dryly.

“What are you talking about?”

“It is the classic. That’s what John said.”

I walked out of the room. “Is this some kind of joke?” I asked angrily.

“What do you mean?” He said innocently.

“That is a diaper. There is no way I am wearing that.”

“Well… that’s kind of what we do here. I mean, it is DTD after all. It’s in the name. DryTime Diapers.” John looked up at me. “Did you not know?”

“I well..” I stammered, realizing what he was saying. “I guess I didn’t.”

“Well… I am afraid so. DryTime designs and produces most of the world’s diapers. Infant diapers, all the way up to adults. We are in the adult diaper wing of the company. They have been advertising the kid’s diapers forever, but now they are going to start a marketing campaign to advertise their other products, teen and adult diapers. That’s what you are here for. I am pretty sure I made that clear yesterday at the café.”

“Yeah… I kind of wasn’t paying attention that whole time… I was really hungry.” I sighed. “I’m sorry John, but I really don’t think I can do a photo shoot in diapers… It’s just… humiliating.”

“I understand, but forgive me for asking, but… You are broke, right?” He asked me.

I blushed and nodded, “Yeah… I guess this whole modeling thing hasn’t really been working out for me.”

“I understand, trust me.” He smiled at me. “There were times when I was first starting that I never thought I could make it, but now, here I am. The thing is… you sometimes have to do jobs that you might not want to. If you want to make it where you want to be, you have to do things you don’t like doing.”

I looked at him, “so is that where you are, John? Doing things you don’t like?”

He smiled at me. “Anna. If you walk out today, there is no coming back here. I know that you have no money, so that means that if you walk out today, you won’t be able to continue your modeling career.” He paused, letting that sink in. “Let me ask you this. Is this really that bad? They’re just diapers. It’s not like we are asking you to shoot a porno.” I hesitated and he continued to speak. “You do this for a little while, and you get paid enough to get yourself back on your feet. Catch up on your rent. Eat real food. Just think about it. I’ll give you a minute.” With that, he motioned to Michael, who was standing in the doorway to the changing room, and they walked out into the hallway. “We will be out here while you make up your mind.” John said.

I sat down in a chair, thinking to myself. Could I really do this? Diapers? I knew in my heart that he was right about one thing: if I walked out today, I would have to get a different job, or I would end up homeless on the streets. Either way, my dream career would be over. I would probably end up shooting porn or something, and that is the last thing I would want. I sighed. If I do this, I am on my way. I just knew it. I would have money for the first time in ages. It wouldn’t be fun, but I had to do it. I walked to the hallway and opened the door. John and Michael were in the hallway, waiting for me.

“I’ll do it”

 

 

[Pierry Louys]

I hope you continue the original too I really want to see the end 

[Angela Bauer]

Hi Kinster,

Although A DIAPER GIG seems familiar, after reading this today it is new to me. I am fascinated to learn how Anna feels when she is being photographed wearing an adult diaper.

Given the number of photos of me wearing diapers which have appeared in various ABDL websites and publications since 1991, I can understand Anna's concerns. It is possible she had not worn a diaper since she was toilet trained. Heck, Anna might not have known ADBL exist.

I was born with a tiny over-active bladder. Apparently I was toilet trained day and night by 33 months. That is what my family tells me. Yet, because of my OA bladder my Mom always very nicely asked me to wear what she called 'just-in-case' diapers on long car rides and to events where toilets were hard to find. BTS, those were the 1960s, so all those diapers were classic Curity 21x40 gauze fastened by pins and covered by Gerber vinyl pull-on panties. Then I reverted to bedwetting in 1976 at puberty when I turned 12. That was when I was taught to pin on my own diapers.

In June 1985, shortly before I turned 21, while I was moving from university to law school, I lost my day control. Since I did not have discreet use of a laundry, I was wearing Attends adult disposables. My younger sister is also urinary incontinent. She told me about having fun in her diapers playing AB. I started with a pacifier and have not looked back. Seven months after my first paci as an adult I fell in love with the man I married. By then I had read some ABDL magazines and thought it would be fun to have pictures of me in diapers.

I look forward to learning how Anna reacts when her diaper pictures are being taken.

[millman]

Great start