Action!

"And... action!" The director called.

The camera followed Briana on a tracking shot. She was wrapped in a towel, her but barely contained by the fabric as it thrust out, filling the frame. Confidently, Briana walked down the locker room set. She rounded a corner and there was Jennifer.

Despite her ****, Jennifer stood naked, except the thick, bulky diaper around her waist. Her knees were shaking as she feigned ignorance, keeping her face forward, covering nothing. She tried not to obsess over the feeling of her small, bare breasts jiggling, the way the diaper thrust out her belly, undoing all her years of exercise.

"Gretchen?!" Briana exclaimed in shock.

Jennifer's head whipped over towards both the camera and her rival. With a gasp she slapped her hands over her bare breasts, hardly acting at this point.

"Briana!?' Jennifer squealed in shock.

"What is this?" Briana exclaimed, walking towards Jennifer. "Are you wearing... a diaper?!"