Work It, Baby - Part Six

There are certain perks to being the director - the head honcho - the one in charge.

You don't have to worry about dealing with intractable employees, for one thing. I simply get to sit here eyeing the monitor before me in amusement, watching as the nursery cam reveals our newest model in the throes of what appears to be nothing other than a full-blown temper tantrum. There she is: Miss Allison Meriweather, so lately the pride and terror of the New York fashion scene. And what is she now? Just a spoiled, over-sized brat, writhing and wailing in our crib, as if that will somehow get us to treat her differently...

Of course we won't. Why would we?

Customers pay big bucks for our content. Photo sets, videos, live streams, it's all part of the specialty modeling gig - "specialty" referring to the fact that instead of trafficking in pasties and see-through lingerie, we deal more in passies and underwear that is decidedly on the thicker side... Yeah, we're a diaper girl outfit. And we do a pretty damn good job. This industry isn't exactly kind to us, after all - and yet somehow we've managed not only to stay afloat for a decade, but to expand and become decently profitable.

Ugh. That brat is becoming annoying. Time to shut her up.

And click! At the mere push of a button, I've paged our two models who are already on standby. They know what to do, of course. They're all dressed and ready to play their parts. So let's watch the monitor, see the show. Say, would you like some popcorn?

"-me out, you fucking cunts! You shameless whores, you prostituted pieces of ga- ga-ghmmmm-!!!"

Oh, the audio is lovely. But it's the visuals that sell it - the sight of our two "nurses" striding in to tend to their unruly "patient" by slipping that massive ball gag between her profanity-spewing lips. Yeah, it's a trope, I know. "Regression clinic for bratty young women. Unwilling patient forcibly transformed into a baby." Something like that, right? But it's a trope for a reason, you know. All sorts of folks love to get off on that idea, so why not hitch our wagon to that star and laugh all the way to the bank?

OK, I admit my metaphors are slipping. Maybe I just need some more coffee.

But honestly, I also like to think we take those tropes and "do" them better than anyone else in the industry. I mean, look at it! Check out the smooth lighting, that pastel décor, the multiple camera angles we've set up. Listen to that lovely crisp audio - and that's before we've even cleaned it up. I swear, even here in widescreen I can see the tears in Meriweather's eyes, hear her panicked breathing...

Sure, I know all about her. I know why she's here. And frankly, I think it's kind of wonderful, the poetic justice of it all. Don't you? Listen: here is one of the women who's been primarily responsible for making the entire "civilized" world believe that to be beautiful, women have to starve themselves; that they have to strut a certain way and talk a certain talk to be real women; that they must damage their bodies with chemicals and injections and silicone and liposuction to find love and acceptance. Ugh, the things her industry has done in the name of beauty!

Yeah, it tickles my fancy to have her here. And what's more, I'm quite sure our other models are pretty stoked, too.

Look, they're changing her now! About time, too. How must it feel, do you think? How do you think it must feel for a grown woman, a fashion goddess with an ego the size of the national debt, to be forced to marinate in her own infantile excreta for an entire night? And then to be handled like a piece of meat as two strong young women wrestle her onto that changing table and cuff her struggling limbs into submission? That's where the poetic justice comes in, you know. Because really, it's nothing all that different from what she's made her fortune doing to other women, is it?

I do love that close-up there. Jeremy's absolutely nailing it this morning, isn't he? He's got that angle just right: staring into her eyes as she gurgles and blubbers there, pinned down and helpless, while the very sorts of young models she used to exploit for money are laughing and preparing her for another twelve hours in diapered hell...

Hey, for most of our girls it would be a diapered paradise. It really is all about your frame of reference and your state of mind, isn't it? Most of them would absolutely love that sort of treatment right now. Honestly, there's two or three I'm thinking of right now that would be creaming their little pampers if they were in her place... It's so peculiar, really - how something as simple as an ordinary diaper can mean so many different things to different people.

There I go, waxing philosophical. But you don't care about that, I can tell. You'd far rather watch the screen, gazing into Allison's horrified eyes as she contemplates what might befall her next. Hah, of course! We can all tell that this lady didn't fully understand what she was getting into when she signed our contract. A secure job with free healthcare, meals, room and board? Of course she signed it, greedy businesswoman that she is - I mean, was. She simply failed to anticipate that the room and board would involve certain things: things like bondage cuffs, and a locking crib, and her own over-sized nursery. Or that those free meals would be constituted to give her a diet of at least 80% liquid...

What will happen to her next, you ask? That's a lovely question! Let me see... We've got her scheduled for a change - that's what's wrapping up just now. Aww, isn't that adorable? They're giving her double boosters and double MegaMaxes! She'll have such a precious waddle once she's released - and bigger still by the end of the day when she'll have soaked them through. And that's a good call, the collar they're slipping on her now. I knew our girls would know exactly how to handle a bitch like Allison...

But after the change? Let's see: she's scheduled for feeding time over on the kitchen set. You'd like to watch that too, wouldn't you? Well, you're in luck! Just stay put here with me, and I'm certain Jeremy will have that scene ready to roll in just a few minutes. You see, I'm eager to watch that one, too. Terri happened to tell us a little secret about her - and if we play it right, we just might make Allison's first day of modeling truly... well, what's the word I'm looking for?

Unforgettable. That's it.