Mary, her assistant

Lauren looks around, hoping someone would save her. However, to her horror, Mary with a devious smile stepped forward. "I'll do it!" she chirped, already unzipping the duffel bag to reveal a fresh stack of diapers, baby powder, and wipes.

Lauren’s eyes widened in panic. "N-no! Mary, you traitor! You’re fired!" she shrieked, backing away only to bump into Maggie, who caught her with a firm grip.

"Oh no you don’t," Maggie chuckled, easily lifting Lauren off her feet and carrying her toward the changing table. "You signed the contract, sweetheart. No backing out now."

Lauren squirmed, her diaper audibly squishing as she kicked her legs. "This is not what I signed up for!" she wailed, her pacifier bobbing on its clip as she thrashed.

"Actually," Victoria mused, flipping through a clipboard, "if you read the fine print, it very much is." She smirked. "Clause 14, subsection B: 'Model agrees to adhere to all creative direction as determined by the photographer, including but not limited to wardrobe, poses, and thematic elements.' And today’s theme is definitely... infantile."

Lauren groaned, covering her face as Maggie plopped her onto the changing table. The cold plastic made her shiver, and she instinctively curled up—only for Mary to gently push her back down.

"Come on, Lauren," Mary teased, snapping on a pair of rubber gloves. "Time for your close-up."

The cameras circled in, flashes firing as Mary untaped the soggy diaper. Lauren squealed, crossing her legs, but Maggie effortlessly pinned her ankles apart.

"W-wait! At least let me keep some dignity!" Lauren begged, her face burning as the cameras zoomed in on her most intimate exposure.

"Sorry, little Laurie," Mary giggled, dabbing a wipe between Lauren’s legs. "Dignity's not part of today's dress code."

The cold wipe made Lauren gasp, her toes curling as Mary made slow, deliberate swipes. "S-stop, stop. You can't do this to me!" she whined, her voice muffled around her pacifier. The flashes of the cameras seemed relentless, capturing every squirm, every blush, every humiliating detail.

"Oh, but you’re so photogenic when you’re flustered," Victoria cooed, adjusting the lens for a close-up. "Just think of the engagement these shots will get. Our followers love a good baby-girl transformation."

Lauren whimpered as Mary sprinkled baby powder over her, the scent filling the air. "This isn't what I wanted!"

Mary just laughed, unfolding a fresh, extra thick diaper. "Too late now, little Laurie. Besides, you’re already the perfect fit for the role." She slid the diaper under Lauren’s hips with practiced ease.

Lauren squeezed her eyes shut as the tapes were secured snugly, the crinkling sound sealing her fate. "The moment I get out, I'll sue everyone here," she muttered though the effect was ruined by the way she instinctively sucked harder on her pacifier.

Mary patted the bulging diaper with a grin. "Good luck with that, sweetie. Clause 23, subsection D: 'Model waives all legal recourse in the event of creative dissatisfaction.' You’re ours for the day, like it or not."

Lauren let out a muffled groan as Maggie lifted her back up, her legs wobbling slightly under the weight of the thick padding. Mary quickly pulled out a pair of rubber panties, sliding them up Lauren's legs.

As the rubber panties reached her waist, Lauren heard a faint click. Mary had fastened the locking snap securely in place, ensuring they wouldn’t be coming off anytime soon.

Lauren’s breath hitched as she tugged at the glossy material, only for her fingers to slip uselessly against the smooth surface. "Y-you locked them?!" she sputtered around her pacifier, her voice rising in disbelief.

Mary smirked and gave the rubber panties a playful pat, the sound echoing slightly in the studio. "Of course we did, Laurie. Wouldn’t want you accidentally ripping off your diaper in the middle of the shoot, now would we?"

"And wait till you see the next outfit we have prepared for you," Victoria smiled, waving over an assistant to bring them the frilly dress.