Her Boyfriend, the Diaper Model

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Eli Jones had always been a hard worker. As a fox shifter with a sharp mind and quick wit, he prided himself on his ability to provide for his girlfriend, Margo. But lately, things weren’t going well. His freelance graphic design gigs had dried up, and rent was due in two weeks. He sat at his desk in the shared office space, scrolling through job listings when Margo walked over, her tail swishing playfully.

“Hey, you look stressed,” she said, leaning against his desk. “Why don’t you try something different? Like modeling?”

Eli raised an eyebrow. “Modeling? Me?”

“Sure! You’re cute, photogenic, and those fluffy ears of yours are adorable. Plus, it pays better than sitting here stressing about bills.”

Reluctantly, Eli agreed. That evening, he uploaded his portfolio to a popular modeling website, highlighting his best casual photos—him hiking, posing by the lake, even one of him dressed as a waiter for Halloween. Within hours, he received an email notification:

Subject: Exciting Opportunity Awaits!

From: Clara Valentine Photography

Message: Hi Eli, We’re looking for fresh talent to feature in our upcoming campaign. Your profile caught our attention, and we think you’d be perfect for this project. Please review the attached details and let us know if you’re interested.

P.S. This is adult-themed content, so discretion is key.

“Adult-themed?” Eli muttered under his breath. His first thought was nudity—or worse, pornography. But desperate times called for desperate measures. After some hesitation, he replied, confirming his interest.

A few days later, he met Clara at a trendy rooftop restaurant. She was sleek, confident, and radiated professionalism. Her piercing green eyes scanned him approvingly as they shook hands.

“So, Eli,” Clara began, ordering a round of cocktails. “Tell me about yourself.”

He shrugged modestly. “Not much to say. I’m just trying to make ends meet.”

Clara smiled knowingly. “Well, this gig could help with that. It’s simple: you’ll pose for a photoshoot promoting clothing designed for comfort and practicality. Nothing too wild.”

She slid a document across the table. “Here’s the contract. Take your time reading it.”

Eli skimmed the first few paragraphs—standard stuff like payment terms, confidentiality clauses, and location details. Satisfied, he signed without delving deeper into the fine print. By the second cocktail, his signature was scribbled messily at the bottom.

The Contract

AGREEMENT BETWEEN CLARA VALENTINE (PHOTOGRAPHER) AND ELI JONES (MODEL)

Date Signed: Februart 27th, 2025

Full Name: Eli Jones

Address: 47 Maple Lane, Zootropolis

Occupation: Freelance Graphic Designer

1. Scope of Work: The model agrees to participate in a photoshoot promoting products intended for adult use. All sessions will adhere to professional standards.
2. Compensation: Payment shall be $500 upon completion of the shoot, plus bonuses for exceptional performance.
3. Product Details: The primary item being promoted is high-absorbency diapers marketed toward individuals seeking convenience and discretion. Models must demonstrate proper usage during the session.
4. Usage Clause: Failure to complete the assignment as outlined will result in penalties equivalent to double the agreed compensation.
5. Bonus Incentive: If the model performs exceptionally, they will receive a complimentary supply of the product featured in the shoot. These items may also be resold or used personally.
6. Additional Terms: To ensure authenticity, models may be required to utilize the product during the shoot. Medications such as diuretics or laxatives may be administered to achieve desired results, with additional compensation provided.

Signed:

Eli Jones — Tipsy, but eager

Clara Valentine — With a smirk

By the end of dinner, Eli felt optimistic. Sure, the “adult-themed” part still puzzled him, but how bad could it really be?

The studio was sleek and modern, bathed in soft lighting that made every surface gleam. Eli arrived nervously, clutching the address Clara had texted him the night before. He’d barely slept, his mind racing with questions about what exactly awaited him. When he stepped inside, Clara greeted him with a warm smile, her professionalism masking whatever mischief lurked beneath.

“Morning, Eli! Ready to shine?” she chirped, leading him toward a dressing area. “We’ll get you prepped first.”

Eli hesitated. “Prepped for what, exactly?”

Clara tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Didn’t you read the contract? We’re showcasing premium adult diapers today. They’re designed for comfort, discretion—and yes, occasional accidents.”

His ears flattened against his skull. “Wait… diapers ? I thought this was regular clothing!”

She waved off his concern with a dismissive laugh. “Relax, sweetie. It’s not as weird as it sounds. Think of it as high-fashion meets practicality. Besides,” she added slyly, “you signed the contract. Remember the penalty clause?”

Eli swallowed hard. She was right—he had no choice now. Defeated, he followed her into the prep room, where racks of pastel-colored garments hung neatly alongside stacks of thick, crinkly packages labeled “Super Absorbent Diapers for Adults.”

Clara handed him a pair of pink socks and a fresh diaper. “Let’s start with these. Ever worn one before?”

He shook his head, his cheeks flushing bright red. “No… I mean, why would I?”

“Don’t worry,” she purred, kneeling in front of him. “I’ll help you.”

Her hands moved deftly, sliding the diaper between his legs and securing the tapes snugly around his waist. Her touch lingered longer than necessary, brushing teasingly against his fur. Eli squirmed uncomfortably, his tail twitching involuntarily.

“There,” Clara said, standing back to admire her handiwork. “Perfect fit. Now, let’s add the socks.”

She slipped the fluffy pink socks onto his feet, patting his calves playfully. Then she handed him a package of diapers identical to the one she’d just put on him.

“These are props for the shoot,” she explained. “Hold them up proudly—it’s all part of the aesthetic.”

On set, the photographer positioned Eli in front of a whimsical backdrop—a nursery-themed scene complete with stuffed animals and alphabet blocks. Clara adjusted his pose, guiding his movements with gentle but firm instructions.

“That’s it, sweetie. Show your bum to the camera—you’re doing great!” she encouraged, snapping photos from various angles. “Now, say your line.”

Eli blinked, confused. “What line?”

Clara smirked, pulling out a script card. “Repeat after me: ‘Super absorbent diapers—for stinkers like you and me.’ ”

He hesitated, his voice trembling slightly as he repeated the phrase. But Clara wasn’t done yet.

“And use your diaper,” she added casually.

Eli froze, his eyes widening in shock. “Wait… what ?!”

“Oh, come on,” Clara teased, tapping the contract still clipped to her clipboard. “It’s all right here. You didn’t think we’d fake an accident, did you? Authenticity sells.”

Desperation crept into his tone. “But—I can’t just… I don’t know how…”

Clara leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “If you need a little help, I can offer you something. A diuretic or laxative—your choice. Each comes with a $100 bonus.”

Eli’s stomach churned—not just from nerves, but from the implications of her words. Still, the promise of extra cash was tempting. Finally, he nodded reluctantly. “Fine… give me both.”

Clara retrieved two small vials from her bag, handing them to him with a triumphant grin. “Drink up, darling. This is going to be fun.”

Eli stared at the liquids dubiously—one clear, the other cloudy—but downed them quickly, grimacing at the bitter taste. Within minutes, he felt a strange warmth spreading through his body. His bladder began to ache insistently, while his gut twisted uncomfortably.

“Oh god…” he groaned, clutching his stomach. “What did you give me?”

Clara laughed lightly, adjusting the camera settings. “Just a little encouragement. Now, relax and let nature take its course.”

Sure enough, the effects hit fast. Eli shifted awkwardly, trying to hold back, but the pressure became unbearable. With a defeated whimper, he gave in, feeling warmth spread through the padding beneath him. Moments later, another wave hit—this time more urgent—and he couldn’t suppress a gasp as his bowels emptied too.

Clara clapped her hands delightedly. “Beautiful! Absolutely perfect. Keep going, sweetheart—make it count.”

Humiliated but oddly compliant, Eli obeyed, letting the sensations wash over him. By the end of the session, his diaper was soaked and heavy, leaving him feeling utterly drained.

As they wrapped up, Clara approached him with a fresh diaper and a sympathetic smile. “Here, let me clean you up. No sense ruining your clothes on the way home.”

She helped him change, tugging his pants back over the new diaper before handing him a large package of the same brand he’d modeled. “A little gift for your trouble. Use them—or sell them. Either way, they’re worth a fortune since they haven’t hit the market yet.”

Eli accepted the bundle numbly, still reeling from the experience. “Will there be more shoots like this?” he asked hesitantly.

Clara winked. “Of course. The company has plenty of products to promote. You’ll hear from us soon.”

When Eli returned home, Margo was waiting for him, lounging on the couch with a magazine. Her ears perked up as he entered, holding the bulky package awkwardly.

“What’s that?” she asked curiously.

Eli hesitated, his face flushing again. “Uh… just some stuff from work.”

Margo raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Work, huh? Looks like diapers to me.”

Caught, Eli sighed and sat beside her, explaining everything—from the initial job offer to the humiliating photoshoot. To his surprise, Margo didn’t seem angry. Instead, she burst out laughing.

“Well,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes, “at least you tried something new. Who knows? Maybe this could turn into a lucrative side hustle.”

Eli groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I can’t believe I agreed to that…”