Suri's Modeling Gig

Hours had passed.

Suri wasn’t at her breaking point, though. They had long since crossed that threshold.

In truth, for a while she had become kind of numb to the humiliation. After they had gotten through the bibs, which had taken five more jars of foal food, the shoot had jumped right back into modeling the dresses. They’d been practically non-stop too, bombarding Suri with photos and outfits alike, and eventually bringing her to the point where she didn’t care what the mares in the studio thought of her.

She’d posed limply, just going through the motions of what she knew Photo wanted. Only, that had it’s own problems. Eventually even the photographers were getting bored of that. But, even trying to spice things up with the massive bottle again or a few more accessories like booties and diaper covers, the ‘spark’, as Photo Finish called it, was diminishing.

Suri was fine with that. As long as she kept her head down and her face meek and bashful, she could ignore any snide comments and secretive giggles.

Actually, it felt like most of the staff had gotten bored with her as well. After witnessing a grown mare wear twenty filly dresses in a row, it became a lot less funny on the twenty-first, it seemed.

Too all except Coco, that is. Every time Suri glanced her way, she could see her former assistant smirking, stifling a giggle, or just in general look like she was on top of the world. Even though she still maintained a shy disposition when they were changing, it was clear Coco was going to get her licks in whenever she felt she could.

Suri still didn’t know how she was going to keep Coco silent on the matter. It felt like she was less and less intimidating to her with every garish and annoying filly-ish outfit that made its way onto her body.

Now, she sat down in the changing room yet again, pondering that very topic as she waited for Coco to yet again switch out her dresses.

She tapped her Mare-y Janes against the ground as she pondered what to do. Currently free of any dress, she was back to the partial nudity of just a diaper and the stockings, neither of which had changed or even come off during the last few hours.

Suri had thought it was bad when she was starting to get used to the diaper, but now she was completely adjusted to it. The spreading of her legs felt natural now, those crinkles every time she moved were just supposed to happen, the plump padding perpetually pervading her plot had become predictable.

Even though it pained her to admit it, she found her diaper oddly comforting. It was even becoming normal to refer to it as ‘her diaper’, at least in her head.

Shameful though it was, at least nopony knew she felt this way. And besides, what was shame to a mare who had systematically had her pride dismantled over the course of the day? If it weren’t for the fact that her reputation was riding on Coco not revealing this to the world, then she would’ve given up caring at this point.

But Coco could expose her. That was the snag in her plan of giving up. If anypony who mattered found out about this, Suri was certain her reputation would never recover. Making dresses? Forget that. No client in their right minds would hire her. She’d be a laughingstock for years. Decades even. The only work she would ever get after that is just modeling more adult foal clothes.

She shivered at the thought. That, she simply couldn’t take.

But what can I do to convince her? Suri tapped her hoof some more. Beg? No. Celestia knows I can’t stoop that far. She’d hold it over my head for eternity. Blackmail? Maybe… Technically it was her who made dresses out of that stolen fabric and not me. Suri shook her head. With her reputation as it was, who would believe her? Well, Coco might, if Suri sold it in just the right way.

“Uh, Suri?” Coco’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Suri blinked, focusing on the world around her once. “Yeah?” she grumbled.

Coco held up the next dress. It was a seafoam green piece this time around. The poofy sleeves were transparent, and came to a head with a little bit of frills. A massive bow rested on the back of the waist, taking up more space than it had any right to. The skirt was stiff and pointed outward, not unlike a tutu, though it had a few layers of ruffles underneath for good measure.

She sighed. “Great.”

Coco offered a conciliatory smile. “Well, I mean… at least it's the last one.”

“It is?” Suri perked up at that. Her torture was coming to a close? That was almost enough to put a smile on her face. Almost. She didn’t want Coco to think she was happy about wearing that dress or anything, after all.

“Yeah, it should be.” Coco shot a brief glance over her shoulder. “Uh… yup.”

Suri breathed a sigh of overwhelming relief. She was almost done. Almost.

Lifting her forelegs to the ceiling, she awaited the arrival of her final outfit. Coco slipped it on overtop her with practiced precision. Suri wiggled to let the dress settle against her body, the wide skirt awkward enough, but bearable. Though, one thing she definitely didn’t like is how exposed her diaper was. At least all the other dresses had pretended to cover it up; this one made no attempt to do even that.

“Okay, that looks good,” Coco said, admiring her work. “I don’t even think your mane was messed up this time.”

Suri blinked, surprised at that statement. Turning to the nearest mirror, she ignored how awkward and stupid she looked in her dress and diaper combo and looked at her mane. Sure enough, her purple hair was still in the bouncy, curly style the manedressers had struggled so hard to maintain for her.

“Well, time to get this over with,” Suri said. Her Mare-y Janes clacked as they hit the tile floor.

As she pushed herself up, she felt another push. A sudden, stomach-crippling pressure welled up in her bowels. Suri knew what this meant immediately. It was all the foal food she’d swallowed from earlier, making a beeline for an exit. This wasn’t the first time this had happened so far; she’d felt similar pressure during the last few hours a couple of times and had been able to wait it out until the feeling subsided.

For a moment, she just stood still and waited. Clenching was a tad difficult with her thighs splayed out thanks to her diaper, but she managed it well enough. Once the shoot was over, she could use the bathroom.

And… that went double for her bladder, too. Suri had hardly felt it before, but now that she was thinking about it, she could tell there was a small ache in her bladder. A pretty clear reminder that it was getting full.

It was a big ache, actually.

Pinpricks of red graced Suri’s cheeks for the first time in a while. She recalled quite a few times during the shoot when she’d snuck a few more drinks from the bottle, which made her red just thinking about it.

I mean, it was pretty hot after all. She reasoned. It’s not like I liked suckling so much that I did that. I didn’t have a choice.

But now, that was catching up to her. Her face contorted in a wince. Holding back the urge to pee was a whole other beast than her bowels. And the fact that her diaper spread her legs so far apart, she found it a real challenge to clench both back.

“Uh… Suri?” Coco observed her face and lack of movement with a rather confused head tilt.

Shaking her head, Suri forced herself back to reality. “U-Uh, yes?” Celestia dammit, her voice was cracking again! Was the pressure getting to her that badly? It wasn’t like she’d actually need to use her--

NO! Do not even think about that!

Coco shuffled her hooves, nudging her head to the door. “Don’t you need to finish the shoot now?”

“Y-Yeah, I guess so.” She didn’t feel too comfortable walking or anything right now. She was hoping at the very least the urge to poop would subside after a bit.

“O-kay…” Coco rocked on her heels a bit as Suri still didn’t move. “Uh…”

“I’ll go!” Suri indignantly huffed. “Get off my case, alright?”

“Geeze, sorry.” Coco held up her hooves. Suri, for her part, narrowed her eyes, not appreciating the sass.

She still didn’t move though. No matter what, she couldn’t convince the urge to use the bathroom to subside. Putting it off for so long was getting to her, and she probably couldn’t ask for a bathroom break when the shoot was so close to being finished.

But she didn’t want to start moving while she was in such a delicate position. It almost felt like one step would cause a… problem.

So she was determined to stay like this for the moment. So long as she had a moment to herself, she could figure out how to handle this.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

“Eep!” Suri nearly leapt into the air at the sudden pounding on the dressing room door. She just barely kept everything in, dodging one heck of a bullet.

“Vhat’s ze hold up? Ve have photos still to take!” Photo’s voice called from the other side of the door.

Coco frowned, eyes darting to the left. “Uh… Ms. Finish, you know you can come in and talk to us, right? You don’t have to be on the outside of the door.”

Silence for a moment, and then, “is everypony… decent?”

Suri blinked. Did Photo Finish sound somewhat, embarrassed?

“Um… we barely wear clothes to begin with, honestly,” Coco admitted alluding to her collar and Suri’s much more trendy usual scarf.

“...zhat is fair.” The door suddenly burst open, slamming into the wall with enough ferocity to stun a manticore.

Suri flinched, nearly losing all control at the sudden, unexpected outburst. It was dangerous to need to go to the bathroom when Finish was around.

“So vhat is ze hold up?” Photo demanded.

“Uhm, I don’t know?” Coco admitted, excellently covering for Suri.

Shooting her former assistant a side-eyed glare, Suri took a breath, using the single second that brought her to think of an excuse. “Uh… I’m… camera shy?”

Photo snorted. “Very funny, Suri. Come, ve go now!”

Just like that, Photo hooked her hoof around Suri’s and yanked her forward. With a squeak, Suri found herself fighting for control. The intense need of her bowels to release, coupled with her aching bladder begging for relief, needed all of her concentration just to keep at bay. Being pulled along by Photo did no favors. It was all Suri could do to hold everything in; her hooves ended up being dragged against the ground.

The wide skirt of her dress caught against the narrow sides of the door before she could get by, but a swift tug from Photo launched Suri through regardless. She stumbled, nearly falling face first into the ground, and barely managed to keep upright as Photo refused to stop.

Suri found herself strung along all the way to the center of the set before Photo finally released her hoof.

“Chop chop!” she yelled, clapping her hooves together. Her fellow photographers took their places behind their cameras, and Photo was soon to follow.

Suri beat back the pressure she felt long enough to stop come to her senses. Now that she was still, it became a lot easier to clench, but neither the need to pee nor poop subsided, which was a little worrying. Had she put it off too long? Now that she thought about it, she’d rarely ever waited to use the bathroom before, and here she was nearly eight hours without a bathroom break. No wonder it was hard to control.

“Okay,” Photo declared, now that everything was in order on her side. “Ve waste no more time. Suri, pose! And be sure to add back ze spark! Ve cannot leave here today without one more set of good pictures!”

Suri gulped. Photo wasn’t going to actually hold her hostage or anything if they didn’t get a good enough picture out of her, right?

Then again, this was the most eccentric pony in the fashion world…

But at least now that Suri was feeling genuine embarrassment again with the pressing urge to go to the bathroom threatening to… do something, she bore a blush once more. Hopefully that would be enough to wrap up the shoot.

She turned to her side, moving her head down to look timid and meek, even as she looked towards the cameras. It was slow going though, with the pressure ever constant in her bowels, having her rear lifted into the air felt… compromising.

Snap! Snap snap snap!

The familiar flashes returned, but Suri didn’t care. At this point, she was just happy this was the last time she would have to put up with them.

At Photo’s motioning, Suri switched her poses. Pacing herself as she moved back up, she pointed her hooves together, chased her ears down, and made some doe-eyes for the camera.

Snap snap! Snap snap! Snap!

They repeated the process of posing and photographing a few more times. But as the minutes ticked by, Suri’s patience began to wane.

All this constant movement was not helping her fight back the urge to use the bathroom. If anything, the ache in her bladder had become more intense with time. Suri found herself really regretting all those sips she had snuck from the bottle now.

And her bowels were a whole other story. Repeatedly forcing back their needs had backfired. Now they were constantly pushing back against her clenched cheeks, desperately vying for a chance to get relief. Not that Suri could even really blame them; this miserable experience just made her wish she could use the bathroom that much more.

Snap snap snap snap! “Enough! Enough!” Photo’s halting words were like music to Suri’s ears. The camera flashes died down, bring a close on this last stretch of the shoot.

And just like that, she was free! Tears welled up in her eyes, joy threatening to spill them over. She looked over at the nearest clock, noting that yes, just about eight hours had passed since they first began!

She could finally get out of this diaper! She could use the bathroom! She could put this whole miserable experience behind her with only the thickening of her wallet to remind her of this day. The money was a bittersweet reward, given everything she had to go through to get it, but after hours of just bitter, Suri would take it.

Turning, she prepared to skip back to the dressing room with pure glee.

“Suri, vhere are you going?”

An iron wall erected itself between her and the changing room. A cold sweat licked the back of her neck.

Looking back, her eyes shrank as Photo walked up to her. Already, she was fearing the worst. “Uh… to get changed. The shoot’s over now, right? This was the last dress.”

“Ve can’t call it quits just yet. Zhere’s one more accessory

Suri’s bowel’s screamed. Followed, though internally, by Suri.

Okay… okay, just calm down, she told herself, still slightly shaking. The pressure from her bladder alone made her eyes want to roll back in her head, but she fought against it, knowing there was no choice.

“J-Just one accessory?” She forced out.

“Ja. Just one.” Photo nodded and ushered a nearby staff member over to them. “But you simply must bring back zat spark from earlier! Ze shoot simply isn’t ze same without it!”

Bring back the spark? But Suri was embarrassed again, just by the sheer need to go to the bathroom. Wasn’t that enough for Photo? She’d like all the other really embarrassed shots of Suri...

But what more could she do? If she couldn’t bring back the spark, Photo may hold her here indefinitely. And that was not happening if her bowels and bladder had a say in that.

“Okay,” she murmured with a sigh. The urge to go to the bathroom was to great to waste time arguing anyway. “What do I need to wear?”

“Zis!” Photo outstretched her hoof, just as something floated into Suri’s view.

Her jaw hit the floor.

Bound in a magical aura, levitating uncomfortably close, was a pacifier.

Scratch that. Suri’s tunnel vision of terror expanded, and in doing so she saw Photo’s insidious plan in full.

This wasn’t just a pacifier. It was a pacifier that had two long rubber straps on either side of the guard. They were long enough to seemingly wrap around a pony’s head, and Suri didn’t doubt that was the intention.

“E-Excuse me!” She cried, surprise nearly causing her to drop her clenching cheeks.

“Yes, yes, I can see what your obvious objection might be,” Photo dismissively waved her hoof. “But zis is part of ze catalogue too.”

Suri groaned in the back of her throat. The pressure pushing grew in intensity once again. She tried to cross her hind legs to hold it back, but with the bulky pillow of poof still hugging her butt, that was impossible. The best she could manage was touching the tips of those hooves together.

“Alright! Ve go! Last photos everypony!” Photo clapped her hooves demandingly, forcing her staff to jump into place as she moved to her own station. Armed with a camera, Photo was dangerous once more.

“Uh, wait a moment!” Suri said, reaching out her hoof in a pitiful attempt to stop Photo. Some part of her still believed she could get out of this.

But that was all she got to say. The soft bulb of a pacifier invaded her mouth at that moment. Shock prevented Suri from saying or doing anything to the contrary. Her eyes darted back, looking at the unicorn who was in control of the magic doing this to her. Her face was fairly neutral, clearly exhausted from a long day and just wanted to get this over with as much as the next mare.

The two straps of the pacifier looped around her head, before snapping into place right behind her neck. Suri’s overwhelming surprise died down just then, and she began to take stock of what had happened.

Her eyes fell to the baby blue guard of the pacifier that now replaced her lips. Her tongue explored the new bulb that had entered her mouth. It sat in her mouth far more comfortably than the massive nipple that accompanied the monster bottle, but it was still foreign and off-putting just by virtue of being a pacifier.

Suri looked around, only to be greeted with renewed smirks and giggles from the staff off to the side. This fresh embarrassment was effective for everypony it seems.

Blushing, Suri shook her head, the strap tight enough to be annoying, but not enough to be painful. Either way, the sooner it came off the better.

“Mmmf mrr,” she tried to say. Her eyes bulged when her words became garbled and muffled thanks to the pacifier.

“Mmph phrr hrrm?” She struggled out. It was hard to talk with this on!

“Ok, ve start… NOW!” Photo hopped behind her camera, and soon three lenses were once again trained on Suri.

On her end, however, she was still struggling to come to terms with the pacifier. There was an unshakeable curiosity she felt to try suckling on it, likely spurred from the… interest she felt when suckling on the bottle. But to do so now would be obvious and unnecessary, and she couldn’t deal with much more laughter thrown her way. Especially when she had more pressing matters to concentrate on.

Snap! Snap snap!

And the pictures have started. Great. Suri brought her hooves off, hoping to rip the pacifier right off. She didn’t care if they need more photos, at this point she really just needed to go to the bathroom. If she could just explain, they’d understand.

Sadly, it didn’t look like she’d get a chance to explain. Her Mare-y Janes fumbled awkwardly, not able to grab the strap or knock the pacifier from her mouth.

Infuriated, Suri tried to think of a new plan as flashes of light struck her one after another.

Snap snap snap snap! Snap snap! Snap!

Suri’s face contorted into an annoyed wince, with the only missing piece being a surly frown that her pacifier wouldn’t let her muster. It hugged her lips to tightly to allow for such free movement.

The pressure that begged her to use the bathroom intensified itself yet again. Suri doubled over, wince becoming a cringe as her stomach felt legitimate pain now. Every part of her was begging for relief.

Though her face was pointed at the ground, Suri managed enough coherence to open her eyes and look around, hoping somepony would notice there was a problem and help her out. But no matter where her eyes turned, she found no such luck.

The staff ponies were back to their giggly selves, probably thinking this was all an act for the cameras. Speaking of them, their vicious flashing had yet to die down. In fact, it seemed like Photo was only encouraged, because they picked up their speed. And then there was Coco.

Suri narrowed her eyes, and bit down on the pacifier in place of chewing her cheek. Back in her usual corner, barely able to contain her snickers, Coco Pommel deviously smiled as she chuckled to herself at Suri’s misery.

Yeah, laugh it up. Suri dared her. Just wait until this is over. If you even think about telling a soul about this, I can… I can… I…

Suri’s angry thoughts had represented a break in her concentration. It was brief, but there was no going back after it. And she’d already begun to feel the effects of that mistake.

Hisssss…

The gentle, but steady sound of trickling water hitting the crinkly padding of a diaper. The sensation ballooned to that of a rushing stream. Now that the dam had broke, nothing could stop it. Not even Suri, if she had the sense to try.

The second she had felt the padding of her diaper dampen, she stiffened. The shock factor that her bladder had broke was enough to keep her still, unable to say anything or even move while her body went to work.

She could hear the padding crinkle as it expanded, growing large by absorbing more and more of her urine. There was no way of knowing how long it lasted, but it sure felt like an eternity for Suri.

And that wasn’t even the worst of it. The worst part, was that as she wet her diaper, face burning all the way up to the tips of her ears, and tears threatening, the shoot went on.

“Yes!” Photo yelled, completely unaware as to Suri’s situation. “Yes, yes, yes, YES! Zhat’s it! Ze spark is back everypony!”

Snap! Snap snap snap! Snap snap snap snap snap!

Suri could only stand helpless as the act of her piddling in her diaper was captured a dozen times over to be documented for all eternity. And considering how exposing her dress currently was, everypony could probably see it as well.

Curious to know if her humiliation even went that far, Suri looked back to see. With the wide skirt catching most of her view, she really had to strain in order to look down at the crotch of her diaper.

Even as her piddling continued, being soaked up by her thirsty padding, Suri couldn’t see any evidence of it from her angle. Even when she struggled to look further, the pristine snow white diaper stared back at her. No yellow stains from her pee, and no damp looking spots either.

Her padding really was just that thick if this was the case.

“Mmf!” she sighed with relief, every part of her relaxing with that knowledge safely confirmed. Even though it was shameful and degrading that she’d just done that, at least nopony… wait...

She'd just relaxed!

Every part of her had loosened with relief just now… including her clenched cheeks that were keeping her bowels at bay.

There was a soft groaning noise from her hip. Suri’s eyes shrank. Oh no.

Her head whipped back around and she grunted into her paci, doing everything she can to stop the inevitable.

But it was no use.

Her plot was already hiked high in the air from her pose, so all that was needed from here was a slight raising from the tail, and that was instinctual. Everything else was left to her bowels discretion.

Or lack thereof.

Suri’s ears flicked at the sound of a soft fart coming from her rear, but that was covered up by the cameras at least

The cameras!

Suri’s face paled to pure white. The cameras were still going and she was about to--

Snap snap snap! Snap snap!

Too late.

The long awaited relief her bowels sought for had finally arrived. Suri pooped herself.

The first log in a mudslide’s worth rushed out, hitting the inside of her diaper with a very telling crinkle. Suri could only whimper as her face became contorted with disgust, horror, shock, and discomfort.

“I love it!” Photo Finish yelled. “Zhat’s definitely the spark right there! Keep going everypony!”

Snap snap snap! Snap snap! Snap snap snap! Snap!

The ‘spark’ kept dumping out of Suri and into her diaper. Warm mush met the padding waiting for it. And it didn’t slow down just because she was still peeing.

Suri squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering into the pacifier. That eventually turned into suckling, her mind instinctively seeking any comfort it could get in this awful scenario. Suri really should’ve had better control than this, but also didn’t care. The calming, smooth suckling of the pacifier that snugly sat in her mouth was too good a sensation to live without right now.

The last of her urine finally dribbled out of her, and she finished wetting her diaper. The damp padding, still warm, would serve as an unending reminder of what she just did.

And even if that was done, she was still messing herself.

Steamy mush poured into her diaper, the new layers pushing the previous aside to make room. Suri’s mess spread throughout the massive diaper, reaching her flanks and inner thighs to intermingle with the damp padding down there.

Had she really eaten so much foal food?

Finally, mercifully, her bowels were empty. It was an overwhelming relief to just be free of the aches that had come with desperation, but sadly that relief was mixed with the dirtiest, wettest diaper Suri could’ve imagined.

And the humiliation. Oh the humiliation!

Suri had just pooped herself! She had used a diaper, in public! It was the most degrading, demeaning, shameful act her imagination could’ve conceived. This was something out of her worst nightmare’s worst nightmare.

One quick glance brought only fleeting relief. Even with the amount of… unloading, Suri had done, the diaper didn’t look any worse for wear. No brown stains had appeared on the surface as a tell-tale sign of her dark deed. The padding, while it had bulged out, hadn’t sagged. An unobservant eye would just assume the extra bump was merely part of the diaper’s girth. The thick padding probably could’ve handled double that before it started really showing.

But that was a tiny comfort, as was the suckling. Suri couldn’t bring herself to stop her lips from bobbing back and forth as she partook in every pleasure the pacifier stuck to her could offer.

Snap snap snap! Snap snap snap! Snap snap!

The photos continued to rain down. Suri tried to duck away, but as her body turned it jostled the contents of her diaper.

Just the texture of her now soaked padding and her warm… mush, was disgusting. Every shift of her hind legs sent shockwaves of movement through the dirty diaper. Nothing aside from staying still could spare her that, but even not moving was disastrous. She had to wait and do nothing while her filth got to cling to her plot and diaper further. The gooey sensation sent shiver after shiver down her spine, with no end in sight.

But there was nothing else to do. The threat of tears was greater than it ever had been. They were held back only by the calming familiarity that was her pacifier. Suri didn’t even care if anypony could tell she was using it, she just needed it right now.

The snapping of cameras went on for several more minutes, Photo relishing every second now that the spark had finally returned to her model. But eventually, they died down.

“Ve good!” Photo called out. “Zhat’s it for ze day everypony. Thank you for your hard work.”

Suri gulped. It was finally done. And all it had taken was for her to use her diaper.

She sniffled, the stink of her mess finally hitting her nostrils. She reviled, nose wrinkling at the faintest whiff. Then her face paled even further.

If anypony smelled this, they would know! Coco would know the second they were alone in the changing room together!

Speaking of, her ex-assistant was already headed back to prepare to undress her.

No no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO!

Suri bolted across the room. Her messy diaper bounced and squished at the sudden, rapid movement. Pushing down the urge to vomit, Suri ran straight into the changing room, beating Coco by a few solid seconds.

But she didn’t stop there. She couldn’t let Coco see, or smell, her at all in this state. Whipping around, Suri grabbed the door and threw it closed, causing a slam that shook the building.

Not wasting anytime, she quickly pressed her whole body against the door, not wanting anypony to get inside.

And she wasn’t a moment too soon. Right after she’d slammed the door shut, the handle turned, and she felt a push from the other side.

Suri didn’t give her a single inch though, digging her Mare-y Janes into the floor to push back.

The handle jumped up and down for a moment, and then there was a knock on the door. “Uh, Suri?”

“Mmm?” she called back, then cursed herself for forgetting she couldn’t speak with a pacifier in her mouth.

“It’s Coco,” Coco said. “I, uh… I need to get in so I can undress you now.”

“MMmmMmm!” Suri cried, shaking her head though it went unseen. The smell of her dirty diaper had already wafted back up to her nose; if Coco came in now, she’d learn the truth for sure.

“Oh… You can undress yourself?” Coco asked.

“Mmhmm!” Suri firmly nodded.

“Well… alright then. I guess I’ll just, go?”

“Mmhmm! MMHMM!” Suri affirmed desperately. Chasing Coco away like this was necessary. She would have to track down the mare once she was free of her full diaper and blackmail her then if possible. It was a risk, but much less so than opening the door.

“A-Alright… uh, bye then. I guess.” Hoofsteps could be heard as Coco trotted away.

Suri couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard that. Coco was the last pony she needed to worry about before she could be alone.

But even so, Suri didn’t dare take her weight off the door. She could still hear the shuffling of ponies outside as they cleaned up and moved equipment around. The chance that one of them may wander in randomly was not one Suri wanted to take. Even if it pained her to stay in a messy diaper for so long, she was determined to hold the door shut.

So for a while, she merely stood there, wallowing in her own stink. Without a way to breathe through her mouth, she was stuck with her nose. The vile stench of her… accident was still fresh in the air, and there was plenty of it for her to inhale. The sting of the aroma made her eyes water, and she was forced to endure with short, sparing breaths.

But at least now that she was alone, she could suckle on her pacifier all she wanted without fear of judgement.

It was certainly curious how attached she’d become to the action of suckling. Though she didn’t really want to reflect on such a shameful concept, Suri had little else to do and her mind always seemed to wander back to it.

She couldn’t deny the comfort that it brought her. It was the sole reason she hadn’t broken down crying when she… when her diaper became messy. Heck, it was one of the few reasons she hadn’t broken down sobbing down.

Her lips caressed the rubber bulb, pushing back and forth in a soothing,

Knock knock knock.

Suri froze hearing the sound coming from the door.

“Suri?” It was Photo’s voice.

“Mm… Mmmhmm?” she inquired, hoping Photo couldn’t tell her pacifier was still in.

“You were wunderbar today! You really do have a feel for modeling, no?”

“Mmhmm,” she replied, hoping Photo will leave soon.

“I know you’re changing now, but I just wanted to say, don’t worry about ze paycheck. It’s already been mailed off and should be at your home in ze next day or so.”

That was a relief. Suri would’ve been crushed if she had gone through all of this and then hadn’t been able to collect her paycheck with her diaper in the current state it was in.

“Anyway, next time I have a shoot like zis, I know who to call. See you later, and don’t be ze stranger.” Photo trotted off, and Suri breathed another sigh.

She returned to quietly suckling by herself, waiting until the noise outside died down further. Once she was certain it had gone quiet enough, she lifted herself away from the door.

By this point, the mush in her diaper had gone from warm to cold. The damp spots of urine were just a cool and even a little clammy. Suri shivered at the feeling as it grinded against her legs and privates.

Not paying attention, she kicked a previously unseen purse across the ground, sending it sliding over by the racks of her previous dresses. But that didn’t matter to her right now.

Now, Suri needed to get out of this get up.

Her pacifier was… less egregious than everything else, so Suri decided it could stay while she suckled a tad more. It couldn’t hurt.

Besides, her top priority was definitely the diaper; it had to come off and soon. Her hooves tried to maneuver to it, but the expanse that was her fluffy skirt was a formidable barrier.

Making the snap decision to switch focus, Suri brought her attention to the dress. Bringing up her hooves, Suri reached for the collar of her dress. But her shoes got in the way. She tried again, but with no meaningful way to grab onto the fabric, it was useless.

Chewing her pacifier, Suri tried pushing down on the dress’ skirt, hoping to push it off that way. No such luck; all she managed to do was tug at it a little.

O-Okay, this obviously isn’t working. Suri’s attention turned to her hooves. The Mare-y Janes clearly needed to go first.

Taking her right hoof, she pushed down on the shoe on her left, trying to knock it off. She scuffed the surface, kind of, but failed to make any significant impact. Narrowing her eyes, Suri brought her hooves together and pit them against each other in a wrestling match, hoping a barrage of flailing and slapping would knock one of them loose.

No dice.

Furious, Suri managed to calm down by suckling her paci. She noted that the strap on the front of the shoe was what allowed it to be so tightly stuck to her in the first place.

Okay. Okay. No problem, Suri thought, bringing her right hoof up. I can just use my mouth to--

Pacifier. She still had her pacifier in her mouth, and that was strapped to her head.

Suri’s heart beat swifter now, as she remembered her failure before to take her paci out.

Ignoring that in a panic, Suri reached up with both hooves, tearing at both the pacifier and the strap. Her violent thrashing had no effect; it was almost like the strap was glued on. With the Mare-y Janes as they were, they’d never be able to get leverage over the stap.

So she needed her hooves to get free to get her mouth free, and she needed to get her mouth freed to get her hooves freed.

And she likely needed both to get the dress off. And she couldn’t take her diaper off with the dress in the way.

Suri brought her hooves down, face hollow as that information was processed.

Then she started screaming.

“MMMRPH! MMMMM! HMMMHPH HMMMRRRR!”

The realization that she was stuck--thoroughly and unbelievably stuck--was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

She flailed, kicked, thrashed, moaned, tore, and seized in terror, doing everything she possibly could in a pitiful attempt to at least get something off of her. But nothing did. Nothing even loosened up!

At some point in all that chaos, she fell down on her plot. Her diaper compressed, squishily. The contents stored up inside was forced to spread, coating her in a fine layer of her own mushy mess.

It did wonders for her sanity.

“MMMMRRRR! MPPPH MRR NEERRR HHMMPH MMRR!” She cried out. Then she froze again.

What if somepony heard her? Even with her muffled screaming behind closed doors, it was possible. And if they came to check and saw her in this sorry state…

Suri slid back, pulling up her hindlegs to cower in the corner. She remained silent, watching the door. It stayed still. Nopony showed up to check on her strange noises, or her for that matter.

But then, if nopony came, what was she supposed to do? At this point, she needed help to get out of the dress. Unless she had some tool, like a pair of scissors, there was no way she alone could get out of this alone.

So… then she needed to ask for help. She had to go out there, and find one of Photo’s staff members, and beg them to help her out. But then, they would discover her dirty diaper!

Suri chewed her pacifier, ruminating this. What in Equestria could she do? Getting help was embarrassing, but staying like this indefinitely was not an option.

She sighed, the stinky diaper smell that permeated the air tickling her nose. Both of her current options were terrible, but there was a clear lesser of two evils between them. The mares outside had already seen her degraded beyond any reasonable measure, and if it meant she would be free of this diaper, then Suri would just have to ask for their help.

Standing, she winced as the mush by her rear shifted and settled. The slimy, cold mess got more uncomfortable by the minute, and sitting down in it definitely didn’t help.

Trotting to the door, she gave her pacifier a hard suckle to help build up courage. She reached up, put her hoof the the handle, turned, and let the door slowly creep open.

A dark room greeted her. Suri blinked in surprise, and felt a twinge of fear. Throwing the door all the way open, she was greeted by the rest of the studio.

Lights off. Abandoned.

Suri gulped, her throat completely dry.

Th-They’re gone? They hadn’t ended the session not ten minutes ago, and already everypony had cleared out. Suri knew Photo Finish ran a tight ship with her shoots, but this was unreal.

“Hmm?” She called out, wincing out how dumb she sounded. “Hmmhmm? Mrrph?”

Nothing. Nopony called out back from the darkness with a response.

Suri’s face paled.

N-No, this can’t be right. They can’t all be gone. I… I need help! I can’t get out of my dress! I’m stuck in a diaper! No! No no no NO!

The realization weighed down heavily on Suri. They were all gone; she wouldn’t be getting any help. And that meant she was stuck.

What could she do now? All alone like this, she’d never get out of her dirty diaper! Would she have to wait for somepony to come by? That could take hours! It may take until next morning, even. She couldn’t spend the whole night in a filthy diaper! And what would the ponies who would eventually find her think? It would be terrible!

But then… would she have to walk home like this? She knew she had some scissors back at her apartment, but… it was Manehattan out there. At any time of day or night, the streets were flooded with ponies. And they would all see her dressed like this! Word would spread like wildfire! She’d be the laughing stock of the entire city!

Tears sprung to Suri’s eyes when she realized those were her only two options left. Be miserable and humiliated, or be humiliated and miserable. Was there nothing else to do?

She suckled desperately on her paci, not even trying to hold back the tears. They streamed down her face as she sniffled, inhaling more of the stink from her mess.

No… No… I-I can’t be… this can’t be happening! She was on the verge of all out sobbing. This stupid dirty diaper was about to ruin her whole life, one way or another.

But before Suri could devolve into all out sobs, she heard the click of a door opening. Fear jolted her instincts to life and she ducked aside to be sheltered by the door without even really thinking about it.

Somepony had come back!

It was a miracle and a nightmare all at once. She was saved and doomed. Everything was great and terrible.

W-What do I do? Suri thought. She could desperately call out, and suffer the humiliation of just one more pony seeing her like this, or she could be spared humiliation for the moment, but be in the same position as before.

Her heart thumped wildly as she heard footsteps become louder and louder. Wait, are they coming here?

Before Suri had time to even ponder that question, Coco Pommel trotted through the doorway, right passed her.

Suri’s pupils shrank. She must not have seen her, otherwise Coco would’ve flinched in surprise. She watched as her former assistant strutted into the changing room, eyes to the floor as she looked for something.

W-What’s she doing back here? Suri thought. Of all ponies to return, it had to be this one. But Suri was miraculously unseen. She could duck into the darkness of the set room if she wanted. Coco wouldn’t see her, but she wouldn’t get any help, either.

Not like she would. She hated Suri for some reason.

Hide then. Definitely hide. Suri thought. But her muscles didn’t move accordingly. They felt paralyzed.

Just then, Coco bent down and picked up the tiny purse Suri had accidentally kicked earlier. “There you are,” she said, brushing it off.

Her head lifted, and even at this angle Suri could tell she winced. Coco sniffed the air a little, gagging. Obviously, the stink of Suri’s used diaper had reached her.

Then, Coco turned around. Suri hadn’t gotten the chance to hide.

Their eyes met.

And Suri broke down sobbing.

“Wha-- Miss Polo-- Suri? What are you still doing here?”

Suri tried to back up, finding to where to go but the wall and only shoving her full diaper into it, at that. She sobbed some more, sinking to the ground so she could bury her head in her hooves. Not that it mattered anymore. Coco had seen her, so there was no coming back from this.

As an industry insider, she could take this and blazon it to every fashion firm from here to Las Pegasus, and there was no reason for her not too. All Suri could do was bawl her eyes out.

Coco’s shocked gaze didn’t waver. “What’s going on? Why are you still dressed like that?”

Miserably, Suri managed to break through the tears long enough to whimper and point at her pacifier.

“You can’t speak?” Coco guessed, earning a nod.

Bending down, Coco slipped her hoof under the paci strap, and followed it around to the back of Suri’s neck. She undid the strap deftly, and the tension holding the pacifier stuck to her mouth relaxed. Instantly Suri could move her jaw again, her lips feeling like they might finally be able to speak words once more.

“What happened?” Coco asked again.

“I cawn’t... I-I-I…” Suri stumbled through her words, blubbering all the way. “I cawn’t get undwessed!” She cried through the pacifier.

“You can’t--” Coco’s eyebrows furrowed. “Well why didn’t you just tell me? I can--”

“NO!” Suri cried, tears dripping onto the floor.

Coco’s eyes shrank at the outburst, confusion dominating her face. She sniffed the air once more, frowning at the scent. Then, understanding slowly dawned on her face. Understanding that morphed into disgust.

Suri whined.

“Did you…” Coco asked, not even needing to finish the question.

“I couwdn’t howd it!” Suri whined. The mush in her diaper had never felt so shameful, and that was saying something. “I-I-I… P-pwease…”

“Help you?” Coco guessed. Though her face held a level of disgust, she still started to nod. “Okay, I can--”

“No!” Suri shook her head. “I mean… yes, pwease get dis off me. But…” She sniffled, nose filling with the nauseous fumes of her dirty deed. “Pwease down’t teww anypony abou’ dis!”

“Tell anypony?” Coco’s brows furrowed. “Why in Equestria would I ever do that?”

“B-Because woo hate me!” Suri cried through her paci. “A-And dis wouwd destwoy me!”

Coco blinked as Suri devolved back into a pile of sobs. The stink wafting through the air made both mares sick to their stomachs.

Putting a hoof on Suri’s shoulder, Coco managed to make eye contact with her. “I wouldn’t do that. Not even to you.”

Suri sniffled. “W-Woo mean it?”

“Of course.” Coco nodded.

“But woo betwayed me,” Suri lisped.

“Betrayed you?” Coco donned a mask of confusion again.

“Down’t even pwetend!” Suri accused. “Fashion Week! Woo quit and gave da pwize to Wawity!”

Coco furrowed her brows. “I quit because you were always so awful and mean to me, Suri. And I gave the prize to Rarity after she won fair and square, even with your cheating.”

Her sins laid bare in front of her, Suri whimpered. She suddenly hoped bringing all this up wouldn’t change Coco’s mind. But also… “Awwfuw to woo?”

Coco shook her head in disbelief. “You bossed me around constantly! You forced me to help you cheat, and you were always so rude, no matter how good a job I did. It... It made me feel useless.” She looked down. “Once I realized from Rarity that not everypony had to be that way in Manehatten, I decided to get away from you. I...I had to. I just couldn’t be your doormat anymore, Suri.”

Suri frowned, lowering her head. Looking back on it, she was less of the mentor she’d assumed she was, and more of a slave driver. But that didn’t make her a terrible pony, did It?

Well…

Kind of… maybe…

Definitely.

“And so when I saw you here today,” Coco continued. “It was just the funniest thing. Like karma had finally come to bite you in the butt.”

Suri shifted her butt, feeling the mess squish within her diaper and shuddering in discomfort. Karma had a funny way of biting.

“And… it was just funny to me.” Coco admitted. “But I guess I shouldn’t have laughed so much. You got so upset and all... I just couldn’t believe you were actually doing this.”

“I had too…” Suri mumbled ruefully.

“Had to?” Coco asked.

Suri wiped her eyes, suckling on her pacifier. “A-After Fashion Week, I couwdn’t get any jobs. I needed money or I wouwdn’t be ablwe to pay went.”

Coco’s expression softened. “...I had no idea you were in such a bad place. I’m sorry.”

Suri sniffled, fresh tears leaping down her face. “No, I am! W… Woo shouwdn’t haff to apowogize to me.” Guilt for everything she’d done to Coco was weighing down on her as fast as she could remember it all. It was fueling even more tears than her messy diaper was.

Considering it all, really considering it, Suri could help but feel that she deserved everything that had happened to her today.

“Woo…” Suri sniffled. “Woo shouwd juss weave me hewe. I desewve it.”

Coco paused for a moment, and then stood up. Suri caught a sob in the back of her throat, partially regretting it now that she was about to abandon her like this.

But then, Coco outstretched her hoof. “Come on,” she said. “Don’t talk like that. It’s my job to handle the dressing and undressing after all.”

Suri was misty eyed. Coco was actually going to help her out? After everything?

Her chest felt warm all of a sudden.

Suri leapt up and wrapped Coco in a surprise hug. “Tank woo tank woo tank woo!” She cried.

“Uh… you’re welcome,” Coco said, awkwardly wrapping her hooves around Suri and giving her a pat.

They broke away soon after and started to move to the center of the room to have more space. Coco then held up her hoof, reaching for Suri’s paci. “Here, I can just take that.”

Suri shrank back. “U-Uh… can I keep it in for a wittle while wonger? Pwease?”

Coco blinked in surprise, almost unable to comprehend that request. “Umm… sure, I guess.” Suri suckled nervously, hoping she hadn't just made it awkward.

Stepping clear, Coco tapped the ground, beckoning Suri to it. “Now lie down. You look like you could use a change.”

Suri wiped her eyes, a faint hint of a smile crossing her face. For the first time that day, everything felt like maybe it was going to be okay.