Snap! Snap snap snap!

Suri hid behind the bars of the crib, even though she knew that was what Photo and her lackeys wanted. If the bars could obscure her face even a little, it was worth it.

All of the confidence she’d maintained at the beginning of the photoshoot had eroded over the last two hours. She’d gone through a seemingly endless supply of onesies with all kinds of styles and colors, and each session with them hadn’t ended until she acted as embarrassed as she felt.

She couldn’t fathom what it was about her own shyness that Photo liked so much, but it certainly wasn’t helping the pride she was hoping to keep intact. Also not helping was the fact that as time went on, more and more of the staff had joined Coco in quietly and subtly snickering at her. Everytime Suri caught them, they would quickly pretend to be doing something else.

It had gotten worse once she’d started modeling the nighties and been put in the crib. Most ponies could keep a professional mindset in a normal modeling setting, but throw a diapered, grown mare into a crib, and anypony was sure to laugh at her.

Suri sat down on the mattress, her diaper crinkling as she did. The seafoam green nightie encasing it bulged at the size of it, making it obvious she was wearing one, even with wooden bars in the way. She was just glad this was the last one she had to wear, though no part of her entertained the hope that the next outfits would be any less embarrassing.

She curled up, hoping to obscure it as much as possible, even if everypony here knew she was wearing one. Sweat dripped down her face and she quickly wiped it away. It was hot under all the lights and it was leaving her dehydrated at this rate. Licking her parched lips, Suri also felt her stomach whine slightly. She’d had a small breakfast that morning, so it was a little understandable, but now that she was thinking about her hunger she realized how desperately she needed some food.

Great, even if I wasn’t totally humiliated and embarrassed right now, it’s good to know I’d still be miserable.

A few more pictures were taken before Photo Finish was satisfied. She stepped away from the camera and had her assistants come talk with her for a moment. At first, nopony moved to help Suri out of the crib.

She waited with the sum total of all her patience, and two seconds later was sick of it.

Already desperate to escape the confines of the crib, Suri stood up and grabbed onto the top of the crib. Pulling herself up, she scrambled to get her hind legs to the edge of the crib. Finally she did and managed to force herself over the side.

And promptly fell on her plot.

The diaper smushed against the floor, cushioning the impact. Her startled “oh!” managed to attract some attention, though.

Photo Finish turned her head to see Suri’s successful escape from the crib. At first, the diapered mare worried she’d be reprimanded, or worse, but Photo merely nodded. “Already ready for ze next session I see. Wunderbar! Go see miss Pommel for your next outfit.”

Suri swallowed. “T-There’s more?” She scratched her chest; the cotton nighties had started itching a while ago, and having them constantly be pulled off and on wasn’t helping. Add that to everything else, and Suri honestly couldn’t say which she was more: embarrassed or annoyed.

“Of course. Ve haven’t even hit ze halfway point yet!” Photo declared.

Suri groaned.

“Uh… this way, Suri.”

Turning, Suri saw Coco right behind her. She groaned again.

Coco, despite happily laughing along from the sidelines, had once again slipped back into her shy persona to change her clothes. This had been going on for hours now. Coco would laugh at Suri quietly to herself, but never seemed capable to do so to her face.

It honestly made Suri really angry. Coco had already screwed her over in the past, and to now have the nerve to act like anything other than the slimey worm she was when she thought she had the chance was infuriating. And the fact that she still probably intended to tell others about Suri’s modeling career was just the cherry on top.

Yeah, she wasn’t feeling like being particularly nice to Coco Pommel right now.

“What?” She demanded, gruffly enough to make Coco flinch.

“Well, y-you know…” Coco mumbled. She nudged her head to the dressing room and started moving. Suri offered a third groan.

Without saying anything more, Suri began the long trek of shame across the room. She knew a lot of the staff’s eyes were on her, but she just kept her head down, forcing back a blush and a cry of frustration.

Not even halfway…

Suri chewed the inside of her cheek. She wasn’t sure she’d make it through the next few minutes, let alone a few more hours. Though, by that time maybe she would become numb to the degrading act of modeling in diapers.

Then again, that was a little scary to think. She couldn’t actually get used to this, right?

She felt her diaper riding up as the nightie pulled it with her movements. It was still an annoyance to have on. Being forced into a deriding waddle was bad, but hardly compared to the plush prison’s other humiliation inducing traits.

But at the same time, it was starting to get just the least bit comfortable. She’d had it on for hours now; it wasn’t all that hard to waddle with it on anymore. And she barely noticed how it pushed on her thighs or hugged her waist.

Oh Celestia, don’t tell me I’ve gotten used to wearing a diaper already!

She bit down hard on her cheek’s insides. That might even be more embarrassing than just wearing a diaper. Actually having it feel natural to wear a diaper was just blasphemous.

Suri tried really, really hard to hide her blush. Unfortunately for her, her blush tried really, really, really hard to be seen.

She darted passed Coco and into the dressing room, hoping to shake away the redness when she was safely out of view. But that proved to be a fruitless effort; the sheer embarrassment of getting used to her diaper was overpowering to say the least.

Once she heard the door close behind her, however, Suri turned around in defeat, letting red dominate her face.

“Well…” Coco shifted nervously. “The good news is you’re all done with the nighties.”

Suri narrowed her eyes, putting behind them all the threatening power a diapered mare could muster. Coco was still doing it! Acting cowed and meek when she’d just been mocking her not two minutes ago. What made her think she could get away with that?

...Besides the fact that Suri held absolutely no power over her whatsoever.

In truth, the only reason Coco was more like her usual self when they were alone was probably because she had such a deep-seated and well-earned fear of Suri’s outbursts. Even knowing Suri had no power over her wasn’t enough to break that month’s long habit she’d developed for cowering in her former boss’s presence.

“Here.” Coco stepped forward, hoof outstretched. “Let me just unbutton that for yo--”

Suri slapped her hoof away, cheeks puffing in anger. “I can get undressed myself, you idiot!”

Coco flinched, taking a step back from the force of Suri’s outburst. “Uh… alright…”

“Hmmph, stupid brat,” Suri muttered to herself. She sat down, her butt sinking into the soft padding that simply refused to deflate no matter how much weight Suri had put against it in the previous hours. She masked the crinkles with a low growl, and brought up her hooves to undue the row of buttons that stemmed from her neck to her belly.

But her hooves, wrapped in the soft cloth of her nightie, fumbled right out of the gate. Biting her lip, Suri struggled to pinch the first button, only to have her hooves slip up.

Grunting, she tried again, and received more or less the same result.

So she tried again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

“Grrrrr!” Suri growled. The button was . This can’t be happening! Who knew adult foal clothes were so hard to take off?! Suri was about two seconds away from ripping it to ribbons with her teeth.

“Umm…” Coco’s hesitant voice stopped her just in the nick of time.

Suri reluctantly turned to her, half enraged, half embarrassed. “Yeah?”

“I can take it off for you,” Coco offered.

Suri clenched her jaw. She really did need help to get out of her nightie, didn’t she? Her rage and embarrassment duked it out for a moment behind her blush to decide what she’d do. Embarrassment just barely one. “Fine.”

Slumping down onto the ground, Suri crossed her hooves and waited. Coco scurried over, likely fearful of an outburst if she wasn’t fast enough.

Bending down, she deftly undid the first button that had caused Suri so much trouble. Resisting the urge to grumble, Suri just looked to the side as the next few buttons popped loose.

Once Coco had made it halfway through the nightie, Suri decided for her that that was enough. Wiggling away from Coco’s hooves, Suri took the opening to finally slide her hooves out of the sleeves of the nightie.

The cool air of the changing room tickled Suri’s freed forelegs. It was one of the most relieving feelings she’d ever felt.

Taking her now usable hooves, Suri pushed herself out of the rest of the nightie. Her diaper put up some resistance, being bulky enough to catch part of the nightie as it came off and crinkling loudly in protest. By the time Suri mercifully kicked off the nightie, her face had somehow gotten even redder.

Sighing with discontent, she crossed her hooves as her flank found the floor again and sank into her diaper deeply as she sat down. Coco retrieved the nighties from the floor, scooping it up and setting it off to the side in one fluid motion.

She moved to the dress rack on the opposite side of the room, letting Suri know she would be no time before the next bombardment of photographs hit her.

Keeping her back to Coco, Suri at least tried to take the moment she had now to rest. Or at the very least stop blushing.

Only two hours of the eight hour shoot were down, and it had felt like torture for the last one hour and fifty-nine minutes. The diaper and outfits were degrading, the hot lights were becoming unbearable in their own right, and having to rely on Coco just to undress was beneath her.

Plus, her recent realization still weighed heavily on her. Suri looked down at the poofy garment encasing her body. The way it pushed her legs apart had come to feel… almost natural. And the comfy padding was making sitting for so long kind of nice…

Suri shook her head. What am I thinking? This diaper was the worst thing she’d ever worn by far, all the onesies and nighties so far not withstanding. There was no way she actually found it… comfortable… right?

“Okay, here we go.” Mercifully, Coco’s words snapped Suri from her thoughts.

Turning, and wincing at the crinkling plastic sounds her diaper made, Suri saw the next instrument of her torture.

In Coco’s hooves was a large, buttercream colored foal’s dress. Baby blue ribbons dotted the helm of its skirt, which was puffed out to unreasonable limits. The frills poking out just underneath hinted at several built in petticoats that were used to achieve this.

A sash was tied around the waist, and the ears of another, much larger, blue bow in the back hinted to its purpose. Lacey ribbons dotted the chest, with a layer of frills coating the collar. The poofy sleeves stopped just at the shoulders, each with their own bow on the side.

Suri clenched her jaw. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“U-Uh… no…” Coco mumbled. Suri’s expression must’ve soured further because that was quickly followed by, “but I’m sure you’ll look great in it!”

“I don’t want to be in it. Period.” Suri stamped her hoof to punctuate that sentiment, but only succeeded in throwing off her balance. Her hind legs made it into the air in no time at all as her diaper rolled her back. She ‘eep’ed out her surprise before hitting the floor with a thud.

For a moment, she laid there, trying to process just how that had happened through the embarrassment of it all. Then, she heard a short, sharp snirk from in front of her. Whipping her body up, she lowered her brows and narrowed her eyes, fighting through a flushed face to look cross.

Coco, for her part, got the message quickly. Even with Suri in the position she was, Coco wasn’t the type to defiantly laugh to her face. Grateful for that much, Suri could only huff as Coco refused to meet her eyes.

“Uhm… s-so, I guess I should put this on you now,” Coco mumbled.

Groaning, Suri recognized her lack of choice in the matter. She raised her hooves up as Coco stepped forward, her face shifting from annoyance to defeat.

The heavy dress dropped over her face not a second later. Suri had been right about the petticoats; there were a lot.

She fought back being smothered, bringing her hooves down to push the fabric avalanche from her snout. Coco grabbed the skirt and gave it a swift yank, pulling it down past Suri’s face.

Now committed to going all the way with this foalish dress, Suri felt her forelegs pop into the sleeves, and her head poked through the collar not a moment later. The heft of the outfit really started to set in, as the weight of the half a dozen or so really made its presence known.

But, it got the effect it was going for. The skirt--which was just short enough to leave her diaper visible. Suri just loved that--was floofy in the extreme. If there was ever an outfit to make a pony feel like a dainty princess, this was it.

Well, this and the thousand or so other dresses Suri would have to wear for this catalogue.

“There, that wasn’t so bad,” Coco offered, even as she obviously fought back a smile.

“Yeah, it’s just dandy,” Suri growled back, obviously not fighting back a frown.

Coco turned back to the dressing rack, withdrawing four stockings. Compared to the dress, these were tame. Pure white, with a few layers of ruffles at the top. Knowing the drill by now, Suri lifted her fore and hind legs, wobbling as she was forced to balance on her diaper’s padding.

Luckily, she didn’t fall. Coco was swift in applying the stockings. They ran up Suri’s pink legs with ease, encasing them with a snug hug.

With that done, Coco next whipped out four black Mare-y Jane shoes, setting them down in pairs before Suri. The implication was so obvious that it made Suri sigh.

She pushed her hooves against the floor. The skirt of her dress swished as it was pushed up. Her diaper, on the other hoof, settled back down, brushing against her crotch and causing her to shudder.

Now up, Suri took a step forward. Her new dress, while heavy in the rear, contoured well with her body and moved with her. If it had been an outfit Suri actually liked, she may have found it comfortable.

Shoving her forehooves into the first two shoes, Suri wiggled to press them in deeper. Once they snapped into place, she duplicated the action with her hind legs.

Now that she was in the first dress of the day, Suri couldn’t help but feel a little curious. Even though part of her didn’t want to see what she looked like, she still turned to the mirror behind her.

And an overgrown filly stared back.

Suri swallowed uncomfortably as she took in the full extent of her outfit. Aside from her mane, which was a little frazzled from putting the dress on, she looked like a perfectly girly little foal.

Despite the position she was in, Suri’s fashion instincts couldn’t help but analyze everything about what she was wearing. The stockings and shoes, while an overdone combination, certainly worked. And the colors of the dress complimented each other really well too. Even if the skirt was big and exposed her… diaper, the bows were expertly placed given their intent.

If Suri was into lolita fashion more, she might’ve even liked this dress.

Then she felt a tug near her rear. Snapping her head over, she saw Coco applying another large, matching bow right on Suri’s tail. It was habit at this point for her to blush and get angry at the same time, but even as her face was heating up, Suri knew no amount of complaining would get that tail bow off of her.

Coco Pommel stepped away to admire her work. Or bask in denting Suri’s pride once more.

“Please tell me that’s everything,” Suri mumbled through clenched teeth.

Coco nodded. “Yup. Though, I think you’ll need to stop by the mane dressers again.” She indicated the ruffling of Suri’s mane.

She sighed. Of course they would need to reset her foalish hairstyle too. Because she couldn’t have anything today.

Trudging towards the door, Suri’s heavy hoofsteps made clacking noises against the tiles, thanks to her new shoes. She kept her head lowered, knowing Photo’s staff would be hard pressed to contain themselves when they saw her in this.

“Aw, cheer up. Any other filly would be happy to wear that,” Coco’s tentatively mocking voice called out to her.

Every muscle in Suri’s body tensed up in that moment. Before she even got to the door, she whirled back around to face Coco. She wasn’t even blushing this time, her face was just red with anger.

“You’ve got something you want to say to my face, Pommel?” Suri hissed.

Coco flinched. Clearly she hadn’t been anticipating any retaliation. Or at least, not something quite this harsh. Suri wasn’t just glaring daggers at her, she was glaring axes, swords, spears, and everything in between.

“N-No…” Coco shied away from meeting Suri’s blazing gaze. What might’ve been meant to be gentle ribbing had reached a totally new level, one neither really wanted right now.

Satisfied that Coco had learned her place, Suri turned back around, ignoring the fact that she was giving Coco a good look at her diapered rear. She turned the door handle, walked through and slammed it shut behind her.

With that not having curbed her now fuming state, Suri angrily marched to the manedressers. Predictably, they giggled a little at her approach. Rage and a filly dress combined made it look like she was a foal throwing a tantrum after all. However, the sheer displeasure pouring out of Suri was enough to shut them up when she got closer.

They scrambled into place as she sat down, going straight to work to fix her hair. No words were exchanged, which Suri was grateful for. She just sat there, letting her head be pulled in every direction as her mane was combed, straightened, curled, brushed, sprayed, and whatever else the mares wanted to do to it. She even felt the bow on the back of her head pulled out, only to be quickly replaced, probably with a more fitting color.

Finally, they finished, and backed away to let Suri get up.

Her time in the chair had cooled her down a little, but she still had some leftover anger to attend to.

It was just baffling that Coco--Coco of all ponies!--had been so bold. Between that, her constant laughing, and her betrayal from Fashion Week, Suri was starting to wonder just what she had done to deserve this treatment.

“Enough dawdling!” Photo yelled, interrupting Suri’s lack of self-awareness. “Chop chop! Before ve all die of old age!”

“I’m coming,” she mumbled. She started the waddle of shame back over to the set, her skirt swishing and her diaper wiggling all the way.

As the blinding lights entered her view once again, Suri found herself squinting. She took her position in between the crib and the high chair, and found herself wishing it was over already.

Photo was already at her camera, but her assistants were only just jumping back into place. With a few spare seconds before the camera flashes began, Suri did her best to push down the rest of her anger. If she could at least act like she wasn’t pissed off, then the shoot would go faster.

“Okay, ve go!” Photo pointed to her, signifying that Suri needed to start posing.

At this point, Suri had at least figured out what it was Photo Finish wanted out of her. Traditional modeling poses just wouldn’t suffice this time; apparently adult foal clothes were just too good for that stuff.

So instead, Suri pointed her hooves together and lowered her ears. Bowing her head, she looked up with large eyes and let her tail sweep around to slightly cover her forelegs. It was the epitome of the ‘embarrased filly’ look.

“Yes! Yes! Zat’s the good stuff, there.”

Snap! Snap snap snap!

Suri whimpered to herself as the flashes washed over her, documenting yet another one of her most humiliating moments. How many were they up to now? 47?

Once that torrent of photos died down, Suri was signaled to pose again. She turned, blushing as she exposed her diapered rear to the cameras. Gingerly lifting one hoof of the ground, she let her head look back towards everypony and mustered up a nice, embarrassed expression. Not that she had to try.

Snap snap snap! Snap snap snap!

For a little while longer, they stayed like this. Suri did a myriad of poses to make herself seem meek and foalish: tugging at her skirt, bending down to bury her face behind her hooves, and even facing away to show off a little more diaper while she blushed from behind the frills of the skirt.

But eventually the photo flashes grinded to a halt, and Photo Finish herself stepped out from behind her camera, rubbing her chin. “Hmm… Zis isn’t quite right. Ve need something… more.”

Oh great. Suri thought miserably. Now what?

If Photo was thinking, something was sure to be inbound. Something bad.

“You zhere!” She suddenly declared, pointing at one of the side staff. The unicorn in question perked up as her existence was acknowledged, and scurried over when Photo motioned for her.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Is our first prop ready yet?” Photo asked.

Prop? Suri squinched her eyelids. That did not sound good.

The unicorn nodded. “Oh, yes ma’am. We finally found enough formula.”

Suri’s eyebrows compressed. Formula? This wasn’t sounding any better. In fact...

The unicorn shook her head. “Does it have to be so... authentic, though?”

“Yes!” Photo threw a hoof to the air. “Ve cannot cheat the consumer with falsities. Everything about my shoots must be one hundred percent real! Now, bring out ze bottle!”

Suri clenched her jaw. She had expected as much, so she guessed that wasn’t too surprising. Still, if Photo Finish was expecting her to hold--or Celestia forbid, use--a foal’s bottle for this shoot, she had another thing coming.

She eyed the unicorn worker as she disappeared behind the set, halfway daring her to bring the bottle out just to see what would happen. Apparently her stink-eye was lost on her, because she didn’t slow down.

“Okay,” Suri heard from behind the set draping. “Three… two… one… lift!”

Cocking her head in confusion, Suri found herself wondering why they would somepony would need to do all of that just for a bottle. Maybe it was a tray that held a bunch of them at once? But why would they need all of them anyway?

Just then, that same unicorn backed out from behind the background. She wasn’t carrying anything, but her horn was glowing. Intense concentration covered her face, as if she was lifting something heavy.

Before Suri even had time to ponder why this was, she got her answer. A massive baby bottle floated out from behind the backdrop, followed closely by a second unicorn who was helping to lift it up. It was practically the size of a pony! Tall enough to come up to her chin, not including the rubber nipple, and as wide as her chest. Three-quarters of the bottle swirled with a white liquid, clearly the formula mentioned earlier.

Suri’s jaw hit the floor. “Wha-- What the?!”

Photo smiled. “Speechless with joy, eh? I see zhat.”

Suri managed to tear her gaze from the monster bottle to Photo Finish. “What in Celestia’s name is that!”

“Zhat’s your first prop, obviously,” Photo said proudly. “It’s perfect, ja?”

It was all Suri could do to shake her head. “Are you kidding me? That’s gigantic!”

“I know. Ve vere lucky to find one this size. For a moment I thought, ‘no, maybe ve need something smaller’ but zhen I thought ‘screw zhat! What photo shoot has done anyzing zis bold before?’”

“B-But I…” Suri looked back, just in time to see the bottle dropped down right in front of her. It made a thunderous ‘thud’ sound, and the formula inside sloshed noisily.

“Phew.” The unicorns wiped their brows, and with their job done, they walked off satisfied.

“Hold on!” Suri cried out to them, desperate to have this removed. She’d take anything other than this! It was just too much. Even a regular sized foal bottle was preferable to this.

“No holding!” Photo declared, bounding back behind the cameras. “Ve go!”

Suri gulped as the cameras were once again pointed at her. Her head creaked over to look at the monster bottle. It dominated her field of vision, commanding attention with its presence alone. The sheer size made her feel tiny, even if she was technically eye level with the top of the nipple. And the formula inside, it made Suri’s stomach turn just looking at that much. It probably had enough milk to feed a dozen foals a dozen times over.

Suri whined in the back of her throat. This should be illegal or something.

“Go on already,” Photo called out. “Ve’ve got to get zese shots soon!”

Reluctantly, Suri put her hoof on the side of the bottle, looked back over to the cameras, and forced an uneasy smile on her face.

“Vhat is zhat?” Photo exclaimed.

“I-I’m posing?” Suri forced her smile to be a little bigger, and prayed no more would be asked of her.

Photo Finish ignored that prayer with an indignant huff. “No no no, zis isn’t how a foal would treat a bottle. Surely you see ze writing on zhe wall, ja?”

Suri bit her lip. No, she wasn’t an idiot; she had a rough idea of what Photo Finish really wanted. She just didn’t want to actually do it.

Her eyes scanned the room, and found Coco among the staff to the side. Sure enough, a tiny smile was stuck on her face. As if she needed any more fodder for gossip to hold over Suri’s head.

But then, it didn’t really make a difference at this point, did it? Over two hours of degrading herself in a diaper had seen to that. What more could this oversized bottle really heap onto the pile when she thought about it. Besides, if she refused and ended up jeopardizing her paycheck, then the past few hours would’ve been meaningless.

“Fine.” She plopped down, earning a poofy smacking noise from her diaper, as well as the crinkles of the padding decompressing ever so slightly under her weight.

Now the bottle loomed just over her head, taking on a tinge of menace, despite its foalish appearance.

Swallowing, Suri’s throat suddenly felt much drier. She grabbed the sides of the bottle with her Mare-y Janes, and tilted it forward.

The weight of the bottle suddenly dropped, forcing it onto her chest and eliciting a ‘uhmp!’ of exertion from her. It was heavy!

But she powered through it, as well as the rising heat from her cheeks. Nestling the giant bottle in between her spread legs, Suri was able to position the nipple right in front of her lips.

She winced at the sight of it, really hoping she didn’t have to do anymore than this.

Snap! Snap!

“Zhat’s better. Keep it going!”

Suri just groaned in the back of her throat. She didn’t actually have to… put the rubber nipple in her mouth, right? That was a little too far, even for a shoot like this. Surely what she was doing now had to be enough.

Snap! Snap snap!

“Vhat’s ze hold up? Go on, Suri.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing the rest of the staff--Coco included--had their eyes on her. If she actually… no, she wasn’t.

Suri leaned back, bringing her face as far away from the bottle as possible, determined not to have to deal with it. Sadly, she forgot how horrible she was at balancing on her oversized diaper, and the weight from the oversized bottle only added to that struggle.

Once again, Suri found her plot rotating back thanks to her diaper, spurred on by the hefty milk in the bottle. She fell back even faster than usual, barely even squeaking out an ‘eep’ of surprise before the weight of the bottle slammed into her body to force out an ‘oof’.

Now, Suri was pinned to the ground by her giant bottle, lifting her head up, she tried to take stock of her situation. The weight was evenly dispersed across her entire body now, which made it slightly more bearable, but now the nipple was closer than ever to her mouth, a mere three inches away.

Two inches.

One.

Suri realized the bottle was slipping forward in the poor grasp that her forehooves could hold it in. Instinct propelled her hindlegs up, and she quickly wrapped them around the base of the bottle to hold it steady. She managed to stop herself from getting a face full of rubber nipple, but only managed a more compromising position out of it.

Snap! Snap snap snap snap!

“Ja! Zis is ze good stuff, Suri!” Photo gleefully took more photos, and even nudged her assistants to move by Suri’s head and rear to get new angles on the shot.

Suri just pressed her lips together, squinting at the new onslaught of camera flashes that bombarded her. Stuck under the bottle, she really couldn’t do much else but wait for Photo Finish to be satisfied. But she probably wouldn’t be so long as Suri kept refusing to even put her mouth against the bottle.

Chewing her cheek, Suri felt once more how dry her mouth was. Not helping was the heat of the studio lights. Her thick dress and petticoats made it hot enough for her already, and the lights only added to that, making her feel like she was being cooked.

Licking her lips, Suri mulled over her options. Wait out Photo Finish and as for some water before she had to change, or… drink… from the foal bottle.

The milk inside sloshed against its container, tantalizing her. She could feel it was nice and cool with her legs pressed up against it. The thought that it would be rather refreshing popped into her mind faster than shameful disgust did.

Come on! I can’t actually… be considering… this…

Suri smacked her lips together, noting her lack of saliva. This shoot still had hours left in it, so waiting around for another opportunity to drink wouldn’t be too smart, now would it?

B-But it’s humiliating! She thought. Though, granted, no more humiliating than finding her poofy diaper comfortable, or wearing a nightie while sitting in a crib, or having her picture taken in two dozen different onesies…

I guess… maybe I could try it.

She blinked, noting how easy the thought came to her. Her lips tentatively parted, and drew closer to the amber nipple awaiting her.

Snap! Snap snap snap! Snap snap!

She had to open her mouth wide to fit the nipple inside. It was large enough to force her jaw apart. Clamping down on it, Suri held this position, too hesitant to do anything other than remain frozen for a while.

Then she suckled.

Nothing much happened. More photos were snapped, to be sure. And she definitely heard some giggling, though didn’t condescend to look at the offender. But no formula came to her.

Suri narrowed her eyes in anger. She’d gone so far as to suckle on this bottle, and it wouldn’t give her anything for her trouble?

She suckled again, this time with renewed vigor. And again. And again.

Finally, but her fifth suckle, she’d finally earned a splash of cold, delicious milk. Her face instantly relaxed when the taste hit her tongue. It was like her anger had washed away, being replaced with simple, pure relief.

She greedily gulped down her helping and went back for seconds, suckling just as fervently as before. The rhythmic bobbing of her lips and cheeks was a soothing action. Suri even felt her eyelids lower a little as she allowed herself to enjoy suckling away.

The thought of the cameras faded away. The thought of other ponies watching faded away. For just a brief moment, Suri was only focused on her baba.

Snap snap snap! “Okay, stop!” Snap! Snap! “I said ve stop! Zat’s enough for now!”

The flashes finally ceased, just as Photo’s shouting brought Suri back to reality. The reality of what she’d just been doing that is.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull. The sensation of the amber nipple dominating her mouth suddenly hit her. She quickly swallowed her last gulp of milk, before breaking away from the rubber tip that forced her jaw open. The nipple broke away with a very audible pop

She smacked her lips; they were still buzzing with the sensation of suckling, and having consistently suckled for so long, it almost felt wrong to stop. Some part of her--a small part, she would argue--wanted to keep going.

“Mmm mmm!” Suri declared. It was time for this heavy bottle to get off of her. She let her left legs let go and pushed with her right. The bottle rolled right off her body, and it felt like an elephant had just stepped off of her.

Suri sighed with relief she didn’t know she needed. She hadn’t even been feeling the weight of the bottle for the past few minutes, but it had certainly worn her out just to balance it like that.

A tiny trail of milk leapt from the corner of her mouth and trailed down to her chin. Suri stiffened, and quickly wiped it away, hoping nopony had noticed that she’d actually been suckling on he bottle for real.

But at least her mouth didn’t feel dry at all anymore. The milk had done it’s job of cooling her off. She even felt a little full.

Looking over at the monstrous bottle, Suri’s eyes widened at the formula still left in it. She hadn’t even made a dent!

That was probably a good thing, so no one could tell she’d actually been drinking from it, but it kind of scared her to think about how long she would have stayed suckling if Photo Finish hadn’t snapped her out of it.

“Zhat’s enough of ze bottle for now.” Photo said, shooing at some assistants so they would carrying it away. She approached Suri and offered her a hoof to get back up, and she gladly took it. “Go ahead and change outfits now. Ve have no time to waste.”

Suri just numbly nodded, still lost in the surprising and shameful joy she had taken in the suckling. “U-Uh, yes ma’am.”

She scurried back to the changing room, completely forgetting the cumbersome diaper on her butt. She ended up waddling in the most dorky way possible, nearly tripping twice before reaching the changing room.

And on top of that, the staff all around weren’t exactly being subtle in their smirking or even outright giggling. Suri tried pretending that they had all just heard a really good joke. At the same time she’d been suckling on that massive bottle…

She sighed when she finally made it into the dressing room. With a blink, she felt the slightest hint of water in her eyes. Was she really about to cry out of humiliation?

Shaking her head, Suri refused. She’d been forced into the foal role too much already, she was not crying on top of that.

Hearing the door shut behind her, Suri didn’t even need to look back to see Coco was in the room with her. Right now, she was the last pony Suri wanted to see after all that had happened. So they both just stood there, awkwardly silent for a moment.

Then Coco cleared her throat. “Um… we should probably get you in your next outfit.”

Suri ‘harumph’ed very matter-of-factly.

Coco tapped the ground, likely trying to think of something to say to ease the tension. “Uh, if it’s any consolation, you’re a good actor. It looked like you were really suckling on that bottle.”

Suri’s face exploded red; just how much humiliation was Coco going to heap onto the pile?

She whipped around, face seething. “Just shut up, okay?!”

Coco flinched, nearly slamming into the door behind her. “O-Okay…” Swallowing, she inched around Suri and made her way to the racks of dresses towards the back of the room.

For her part, Suri sank to the ground and crossed her forelegs, looking very much like a pouty foal. She knew she couldn’t take anything off while her hooves were stuck in the Mare-y Janes, so she just had to be content with sitting on her diaper.

Her skirt started riding up almost immediately, flashing her diapered crotch. Even though nopony was watching, Suri didn’t want the constant reminder of what she was wearing, and pushed her skirt down to hide it.

“U-Um… I have the next dress r-ready…” Coco’s voice was walking on eggshells. She obviously didn’t want to cause another outburst.

Turning around, Suri at least took solace in the fact that Coco was still easily controlled. If she was this scared of her when she was dressed like this, then she could simply intimidate her into never telling another soul about what had happened here today.

Looking at Coco for the first time since entering the dressing room, Suri managed to wring a smirk out of the fact that her ex-assistant’s knees were shaking at this point. And then she saw her next outfit.

It was a light blue number, with just as many petticoats as her current one given the puffiness of the skirt once more. It traded out the obscene amount of bows for a white pinafore with frills lining the edges. The sleeves were less poofy this time, but the tradeoff was that they were practically made of lacey ruffles.

Suri just groaned.

Setting that dress off to the side, Coco hesitantly motioned for Suri to raise her hooves. She complied with narrowed eyes, having grown somewhat numb to needing help being changed. Coco didn’t bother with the stockings or shoes, meaning they were going to be changed out. She went straight for the waist of Suri’s dress, and tugged up.

Relaxing her body, Suri found herself grateful as the clothes were lifted up and off of her. Even though the thick petticoats buffeted her face on their way out, she was just glad to feel the freedom of near nudity, at least for a bit.

Coco was very delicate with the dress as she moved to put it back on the rack. This left Suri some time to think with just her diaper, socks and shoes. She looked passed Coco and to the rest of the outfits, noting that there was at least a dozen per row, with probably more lurking in the closet behind the metal bars. Her head turned to the nearest clock and she saw that only fifteen minutes had passed since she’d last gotten a time check.

Fifteen minutes per dress, and between the two racks remaining, that was twenty-four dresses. Suri wasn’t the best at mental math, but she had a sinking feeling that it really would take six more hours to get through all of these. If not longer.

Her stomach flip-flopped as Coco returned with the new dress. With a moment’s hesitation, she raised her hooves again. The skirt fell over her face, once again with a suffocatingly high amount of petticoats.

Suri fought back the urge to fight back, and soon the rest of the dress was slipped over her body. And yet again, she noticed that the skirt of the dress simply refused to cover up her diaper. She sighed, doubting any of them would at this point.

“Okay, that looks good.” Coco stepped back, out of Suri’s striking range.

“Great, thanks,” came her sarcastic quip. Suri pushed herself back up, a sour look to her blushing face.

Coco’s eyes darted away, first to the left, then the ceiling, and finally, the ground. “W-Welcome…” she murmured.

Suri just rolled her eyes, scoffing at the fact Coco would bother to respond. Straightening out her dress’s skirt, she set her sights on the door, ready to get this over with.

“U-Um, S-Suri?”

She slowly tilted her head back, staring at Coco through narrowed eyes. “What?”

Coco rubbed her foreleg, biting her lip. “You know, you never did answer me before. Why are you doing this?” Coco then visibly stiffen when Suri’s icy glare became frigid. “I-I mean, you clearly don’t like this and all. I just--”

“Just shut up, Coco,” Suri grumbled. She faced the door, but didn’t move. Her eyes met the floor, and began to study the tile pattern. Should she tell Coco the truth? Maybe getting it off her chest would convince the mare to lighten up on her a bit.

Or just give her more ammo to be a pain in the neck.

“I have my reasons, okay?” She mumbled through a reddening face. “So just drop it.”

Coco didn’t say anything after that. Suri didn’t give her the chance, even if she was going to. She waddled out of the room, slamming the door shut.

Outside, things had changed very little. Suri was quickly beckoned over to the manedressers to fix up her hair again. As she toddled toward them, her eyes caught sight of Photo Finish.

The photographer was dead center in the set, conversing with a few assistants. She pointed and did her usual grand gestures, but Suri barely caught any of the words before being swarmed by the stylists.

Another round of pulling, brushing, combing, and stifled giggling befell her, but she did her best to just tune everything out. Right now she didn’t want to think about any of it. She just kept her skirt pinned down in a pitiful attempt to cover her diapers and silently prayed the shoot would have to end earlier than six hours from now.

Once the stylists pulled away, Suri hopped down from the chair. She wobbled, her hind legs spread too far apart to catch her properly, but managed to remain upright. With lead hooves, she waddled over to the set yet again.

“Ah, Suri!” Photo declared, breaking eye contact with her assistants. “Good, good. You look wunderbar in zat outfit.”

“Gee, thanks.” Suri’s cheeks stayed rosey and her ears flopped down; the last thing she needed was patronizing compliments when dressed like an overgrown filly.

“Ve need to take a short break from ze dresses though.”

A choir of angels suddenly started singing.

“Really?” she squeaked, ears popping back up, and her eyes misty with happiness.

Photo nodded. “Yes, you don’t need to change or anything. Ve just need to work in a few accessories too. Client's orders.” Her head tilted back slightly. If it weren’t for her overpowering sunglasses, Suri would’ve seen her rolling her eyes.

The choir grew fainter, and harder to hear. Suri chased back her tears of joy; they weren’t earned yet.

Though, she figured a few accessories wouldn’t be too much to handle. They’d probably just be barrettes or something else fillies would enjoy.

Photo stepped to the side, while her assistant--whom Suri recognized as the unicorn who’d brought her the bottle earlier--motioned her forward.

When Suri looked that direction, she stiffened. The highchair, which she’d just assumed had been a prop up till now, had it’s tray opened, the chair behind it staring her down.

Oh no… She turned to the assistant. “Can’t I--”

She shook her head, sympathetic frown on her face. “Sorry, Ms. Finish’s orders.”

Suri sighed. “Fine.” She approached the high-chair with a hesitant step, swallowing just from the thought of having to use it. She’d thrown a bit of a tantrum when she’d been forced into the crib, but that hadn’t exactly helped make her look more adult to all the staff here. What accessory would she even be modeling from there, anyway?

She grabbed the arms of the chair and pulled herself up. Her legs, still splayed out thanks to her diaper, kicked at the air as they tried to grab onto the stepping bar.

“Oh, allow me,” the unicorn assistant said. Before Suri had time to refuse her help, she felt a sudden push right on the seat of her diaper. Suri let out a very unlady-like squeak as the assistant hoisted her up with telekinesis. The diaper’s padding flooded deep into her plot, it’s cozy warmth teasing her with further humiliation.

Suri’s face had yet to recover from it’s previous battle with blushing, and now her pink coloring was forced to retreat as red came to dominate her from chin to forehead.

She was turned around and plopped in the highchair before she’d even processed what was happening. For a moment she just sat with open mouthed shock.

It took the tray snapping into place to jog her back to reality.

Blinking out of her daze, Suri tried to bring her hooves up to pat away the blush on her face. But her attempt was met with a firm resistance.

Looking down, Suri’s pupil dilated in horror. Apparently, when the high chair's tray table had closed, her forelegs hadn’t been up high enough and found themselves pinned to her side. Suri wiggled, earning a few diaper crinkles in the process, but found no luck in freeing them. They were stuck firmly in place.

Considering how this was doing wonders for her blush, Suri decided she needed to get out right now. She uselessly kicked her legs, squirming in helplessness. Looking up, she decided to get help from the unicorn assistant, but found nopony in sight.

Suddenly, a piece of cloth levitated down from over her head. It took Suri a moment to recognize it, but she soon figured out it was a bib.

“Wha--” Her question was cut off when the bib came to rest on her chest, and the ties were quickly brought around to be knotted. Looking down at the yellow face, she saw hot pink letters sewn on in cursive that read: Potty Princess.

“Hey!”

“There we go,” the assistant reappeared, her magic bringing forward two final objects and setting them on the tray in front of Suri.

Biting her lip, she looked down. She expected the worst and got it. Right before her was a shiny spoon and a jar of foal food.

“W-Whoa!” She cried, voice cracking. “What’s going on here?”

“You’re modeling ze bibs of course!” Photo declared from behind the cameras.

Suri kicked her legs pathetically and struggled uselessly to bring her hooves up. “Wha-- Bu-- Why is there foal food?”

“It must look authentic,” Photo said, very matter of factly. “Don’t worry, you can fake eating it if you prefer.”

“F-Fake?” Suri stuttered.

Photo shrugged. “Or don’t. Same difference, as zhey say.”

“Wait a second, I don’t want--”

“Enough!” Photo declared, throwing a hoof to the heavens. She brought it down with a furious point, right at Suri. “Ve go!”

All three camera ponies scooted closer for a better shot. As they closed in like a pack of starving wolves, Suri couldn’t help but grit her teeth. Looking back, she saw that the unicorn assistant had already unscrewed the foal food’s cap, dipped in the spoon, and had begun pointing a glob of yellowish-brown goop at her mouth.

Suri caught herself sniffling at the sight, inhaling the smell that was faintly banana like, but processed beyond hell and back. Her hooves curled in disgust.

The spoon floated toward her mouth, but Suri rejected it. She leaned back, face crinkling in horror and distaste.

“Ooh!” Photo gawked. “I see it! Ze fussy foal who does not want her meal. Genius!”

Snap snap! Snap snap snap!

Suri winced as the camera flashes cascaded across her body. The spoon was nudged closer, but she shook her head, not wanting any of it.

Snap! Snap snap snap!

“Yes, zhat’s good. Now, give it a try!” Photo demanded.

Suri fought back an unsightly frown.

The sympathetic assistant merely offered a condolence glance. “You can just fake it,” she offered, pushing the spoon closer like her boss said.

Suri gave a heavy sigh. In her sights, she saw Coco not far off, watching intently. With every humiliating act, it would become that much harder for Suri to keep that traitor quiet; not to mention the personal humiliation of even having foal food in her mouth, eating it or not.

“C’mon,” the unicorn begged through gritted teeth. Her eyes were on Photo, who probably looked pretty impatient. “Open wide for the choo choo train.”

Suri wanted to hiss at her.

But, her options were horribly limited right now. Unhinging her jaw, Suri let it shakily drop to open her mouth. The spoon slowly entered her mouth.

Snap! Snap snap snap snap!

Suri was wracked with shudders, but knew she had to close her mouth before Photo would be satisfied with the full effect. Her lips closed around the metal handle of the spoon, though she was careful to leave the glob of foal food in the middle of her mouth.

Snap! Snap snap! Snap snap snap!

The tip of the mush made contact with the roof of her mouth, and Suri nearly gagged at the feeling.

“Wunderbar!” Photo declared.

Without any warning, the spoon left Suri’s mouth. But, with no time to part her lips, the slop that called itself foal food hit a wall and dropped off the spoon, landing on her tongue.

As the spoon pulled away, Suri gagged and coughed. The taste of bananas, undoubtedly the flavor of the mush, hit her tongue. It was bizarre and unwarranted, but as Suri found not particularly bad when it came to taste. Still didn’t excuse it from jumping ship and invading her mouth, though.

But, in between her gagging, her instincts kicked in and she swallowed. Before she could even describe what was happening, the mush slithered down her throat and into her stomach.

“Uah…” Suri stuck out her tongue, remaining flecks of food clinging to it to produce an aftertaste.

Her face heated up again once the realization of what had happened dawned on her. She glanced accusingly at the unicorn, who returned that with a confused gaze.

“Uh… I thought you were going to fake it?” she asked, observing the empty spoon.

Suri opened her mouth to reply, but her stomach beat her to it, growling noisily. It hadn’t been fed since breakfast, and that had been rather light as a necessity of cautious grocery shopping. Now it was making its presence known, and at the worst possible time. Suri shot a look at it, just knowing that would be misinterpret--

“Oh, you were just hungry,” the unicorn assumed, dipping the spoon back in the jar. “Well, you could’ve just said so.”

“N--Mmph!” Suri’s denial was cut off by another spoonful of foal food, this time finding it deposited on her tongue for her.

Snap! Snap snap!

The spoon left, and Suri refused to swallow. She glared angrily at the assistant, ready to let her have it. “Ahh down’t--- Mmphrrph!” Her stuffed face muffled her words enough that another spoonful met her mouth before she could decline.

Snap! Snap snap snap!

The spoon finally left, the mush doubly large now. Suri pushed the foal food into her cheek, causing it to puff out in the process. “Waiht! Ahh cahn’t-- Mmrrph!”

Another spoonful. Were they getting faster or bigger? Or both?

Suri shuddered as her tongue was subjected to more of the taste. Again, she found it wasn’t really all that gross, but that just made it worse. If she couldn’t even bring herself to hate eating foal food, then just how degrading was this day going to get?

More photo flashes rained down, and the next spoonful was pointed at her mouth.

“Stahp--Phrrmp!” At this point, Suri’s mouth was full. If she didn’t do something quick, things would get messy.

Honestly, she wanted to spit all of it out, but that probably wouldn’t go over well with Photo Finish. Inhaling deeply through her nose, Suri winced as she knew there was only one place for the food to go.

She swallowed. And swallowed again. The mass of foal food was so great that it took multiple tries just to get it all down. But finally, it was pushed down her throat, and settled into her stomach.

“Gah!” Suri took exhaled and started breathing heavily, that beast conquered. The banana taste lingered still, but the worst of it was behind her… or rather, in her.

She shuddered, the shame taking effect now. She’d just eaten all of that foal food, hadn’t she? And worse yet, everypony thought she’d wanted to! He face tensed up with embarrassment, already claimed by a red blush.

“Excellent!” Photo declared. “Onto ze next bib!”

Suri froze. “N-Next?”

The assitant before her nodded. “Yes, we have a few more. Don’t worry, there’s more… snirk… foal food, if you’re still hungry.”

Suri felt cold. Her eyes darted over to the nearest clock, then shrank when she saw that only five minutes had passed since she’d last checked it. Was time getting slower?

“Bah, don’t worry about ze hours,” Photo waved her off, following her eye’s path. “Ve have tons of time. Once ze bibs are done, ve can go right into the dress you’re wearing. It won’t be long, even if ve need more shots of ze bottle, too.”

Suri kicked and flailed in her chair, whining loudly.

“Oh, get zhat! It’s just like what a foal would do!” Photo yelled.

Snap snap snap! Snap! Snap snap!

Tears stung her eyes again, and she barely fought them back. This couldn’t be happening! There was still so much time left! She had hours before she was free. Hours longer in these stupid comfy diapers, and stupid filly dresses, with these stupid cameras and stupid Coco smirking at her in the stupid corner over there!

I’m not going to make it. Suri realized, finally giving up in the face of all this sheer embarrassment. Her eyes scanned the room, pleading with everypony she could. Somepony let me out! I can’t take this anymore, please!

But nopony did. She remained trapped in the high chair as a new jar of foal food was set down before her and a new bib was tied around her neck.

The camera ponies scooted closer, eager to capture every juicy detail of her embarrassment. The next spoonful of foal food neared her mouth, which shakily opened for it.

Suri could only close her eyes and silently curse everypony there. Even after all of this, her humiliation was only beginning.

Author's Note

Phew.

I was hoping to make this a two-shot, but this chapter just kept getting longer and longer. Had to cut it somewhere before we hit the unreasonable five digit territory.

I'll have the final chapter ready soon. Hopefully this is enough to hold you all over until then.