Baby Luvs

Written by: Sophie & Pudding
*Commissioned by: DaddyEric91

**Based loosely on the unfinished story “Jackie and Leona” by seventyeyez

Premise: Leona is an ABDL model who isn't actually into diapers. But when a financial opportunity presents itself to shoot a week-long documentary project showcasing what a "true ABDL" she is, she accepts the offer. With the new agency photographer, Jackie, at her side, Leona begins her full-time descent into babyhood.

Disclaimers: diapers, wet, messy, exhibition, breastfeeding, f/f

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Author’s Note: This story is written in a style called novella roleplay. There are two first-person perspectives, designating the protagonists. Paragraphs are color-coded to specific characters, so it is easier for the reader to determine what each character is saying and thinking. Though this is an unconventional format, we promise you get used to it rather quickly. As you read, you will also notice the benefits of this style: namely, it allows the reader to get into the heads of multiple characters without depersonalizing the narrative (such as that of a third-person perspective).

Chapter One:

"Alright Baby, now do ‘I Want This!’ crossed with ‘I Know I Was Bad’."

Which, to anybody else, was a pretty weird thing to say. When it came to working with Baby Luvs - known by Leona Whittaker on her days off - it was just the norm to hear. Leona pulled the perfect face, tugging up on the hem of her dress, flashing a little of the top hem of her diaper as though it were exotic lingerie. And I guess in a lot of ways, and to a lot of people, it might as well have been. I didn't get it, but my wallet sure did.

My manager barked orders and I did as I was told. This job had kept me afloat. There was a new face behind the camera, but I didn't have time to wonder about that. People came and went all the time around here. I sat squarely on my padded butt and bunched the dress up in my arms, so I could show off my pouty lips and the front of the diaper at the same time.

"Baby's a natural, a natural I tell you!"

I nodded, as though I was paying attention to Abe Scott’s gushing, and snapped a few more photos. He chewed on his cigar butt the way that Leona chewed on her pacifier, the way I chewed on pen lids when developing photos.

"Alright that's just about the roll filled, I have one or two more shots before the film's in the dead-zone - anything specific?"

"Already? Already, that can't be right, that can't be right at all. Look at Baby Luvs here, she's still adorable, still in top form!"

"Look, Mr. Scott,"

"Abe, call me Abe, nobody but Captain Kirk says Mr. Scott," he corrected me, probably trying to be funny. He wasn't.

"Alright Abe, I can do a new roll, but it'll be another charge."

"You know you should be excited about the job, Jackie, about the job and the love and the passion. Photographers in it for the money are a diamond dozen."

"Oh, I'm sorry Abe, I didn't take you for such a philanthropist." I narrowed my eyes, "In God we trust, everybody else pays."

"Fine fine, wind it up, I don't care, MELISSA! Pay the woman, make sure she's paid."

The light in the corner turned off and I climbed up to my feet, brushing off the front of my dress and looking down at the nursery set I'd grown very familiar with. I'd been doing this for almost two years, but I'd amassed a huge following online. My website - or "our website" as Abe liked to say - got thousands of hits every hour. All in all, it wasn't a bad job. And I sure had the body for it.

"Baby," Abe hollered from across the room. “My office, five minutes!"

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"Baby Luvs, you're a star, a sensation, you're who every college co-ed wants to be and who every overly paid businessman wants to be responsible for. You're hot, hot in the way that burners are hot on the stove, hot in a you can't touch it, but it's useful all the same, way." He swung about in his chair, pulled some paperwork out from the desk, and set it down on the rich mahogany surface. "But Baby Luvs, it's not enough, it's an illusion Baby, an illusion, and we're going to change that, Baby Luvs, yes we are, you and me sweetheart."

Abe always called me Baby rather than Leona. I'd gotten used to it. And I knew what this was about. "I'm not pissing myself, Abe. I'm not actually into any of this stuff, you know that." But I had the aesthetic. I had the body. I had the fans. And damn if it didn't make me good money.

"Baby please, you're missing the bigger picture here, you're not seeing the forest through the bees!" Abe Scott was notoriously loose when it came to the rules of language. He pulled the flask from his coat and took a long sip, collecting his thoughts before continuing.

"Baby Luvs is a fiction. Like you said you're not into this, you're an actress, a doll, a model of a fantasy, but a fantasy," Which had always been the understanding. "It's not enough, Baby, we're losing Johns, signups are down, activity is down, there's a hundred thousand girls out there blobbing up a storm on their bumblers and hipstergrams, living the life, and we're missing the gravyboat, Baby, we're missing it as it sails by."

The gist: we could be doing better. Honestly, no one could follow Abe sometimes when he babbled like that. But I'd learned the trick: pay attention to the last thing he says. We're missing the boat. "What are you suggesting?" We'd had this argument a thousand times, but he wasn't the one that had to wet a diaper on camera!

"We're going to one-up them, Baby, one-up them like a horny Italian plumber bashing bricks with his little head, that's what we're going to do." Smugly, he sucked on the tip of his cigar and tossed a file across the table with the words The Real Baby Luvs printed on it. "A documentary, Baby, a week in the life of The Real Baby Luvs, a real life adult baby, in the flesh, that's what we're gonna do."

A film? We'd done shorts for the website, but an entire week-long movie? There's no way I could keep it together for that long. And there was always the bigger problem: I wasn't an actual adult baby. "I told you, Abe. I'm not into it."

"But you sure can act."

I crossed my arms over the little dolly dress, still wearing only a diaper beneath my waist. I'd become so used to them on-set I never bothered to change until I went home. "And I have to wet, is what you're saying?" The answer was already no.

"Baby of course you do but that's not important, that's not the bigger picture." The bigger picture was this: "You name your price. 168 hours of full time Baby Luvs, you'll have a film crew and a minder. Nothing private Baby, nothing private. You name your price. Because I know you have one, everybody does."

I shifted nervously, crinkling as I moved, and looked down at my little cotton booties. Hm... I picked up the pen on his desk and clicked it, then wrote something down on a scrap of paper. I handed it to him with a blush on my cheeks and he smiled up at me bright and wide. "Then we got ourselves a deal." Well, I thought, at least I'd be experiencing something new.

The figure was large but the payoff was larger; a documentary, sold in a seven parts, and then exclusive access to behind the scenes clips, photos taken during the time, little sound clips; the outfits she wore during the time and the residual notion that she wasn't just an actress: the number was large, but Abe knew he'd make back an order of magnitude more. "Wait outside, Baby, I'll be out in a moment."

I went over to the water cooler and poured myself a small paper cup of water. I took one sip and looked down into the tiny cup. The water rippled and bounced where I'd moved it with my lips. I never understood what a luxury it was to use the bathroom - it's one of those things people overlook. But sooner or later - probably sooner - anything I drank would be soaked up by the diaper between my legs. Suddenly, I wasn't so thirsty anymore…

"Is he always like that?" I hazarded to ask Leona while I waited for my check, although she seemed lost in thought for a moment - staring into the water like it was a mirror and she was admiring herself. I was admiring her, too - not really the diaper or baby getup, that was just a workplace hazard, but she was very attractive! Not a smidgen over 5'1, her hair was short and blonde and her eyes were the color of emeralds. God that body, though. Damn!

"Huh?" Who was she? A new girl? Oh, the one that was taking the pictures earlier; I recognized her off-red hair color. Gosh, she looked taller up close... "You mean Abe? Yeah, he's got a few screws loose, if you want my opinion. But far be it from me to question him. He's got good business sense." My tone and my words were all so contrary to my attire, but I barely even noticed.

Wow it was weird to hear her talking like an adult! During the shoot, she'd just been coy and playful, barely spoke a word, it honestly caught me off-guard a little bit. "Yeah he pays well - my last gig paid like a tenth of what I get here. He's talked about this other project, too? Something about a documentary, he wants me to take photos freestyle or something." Honestly it was hard to follow what he said, but I did follow just how much he'd offered to pay me. "You like it here, Leona?"

"It's a job." Did I like dressing up in diapers every day and crawling around the floor, playing with my toes? Not really. And I knew I'd like this diaper-wetting thing even less. But hey, work was work. "That's always how Abe gets newbies. If this job didn't pay well, we'd have a lot of perverts on set." So far, no one had been caught masturbating behind a curtain or anything while I was performing.

"Anyway, welcome to the team. Enjoy the view of my diapered ass as I walk away." I threw away the paper cup - full of water - and waved goodbye to the new camera girl. Oh, I didn't even catch her name...

I wanted to be smooth about it, tell her that her ass was nice, even with the diaper. Even with? Despite? Hmm. By the time I went over it in my head, I’d missed the chance, so instead I just awkwardly tripped on my words and shouted: "I'm Jacqueline, by the way! But nobody calls me anything but Jackie. So I guess we both have two names." Yeah, alright, that was lame. Why did I care if she liked me or not, why was I trying so hard? She was just inherently charming in a way I couldn't put my finger on.

The next day, Abe called and gave me the day off. I plopped down in front of my television and turned on some stupid horror show I had fallen behind on. Days like this, alone in my apartment, I almost missed the thickness of the diapers between my legs. It felt strange wearing such normal clothes... it felt strange being normal. Baby Luvs had taken over so much of my life in these past few years, I was forgetting who Leona Whittaker was. But I had to push the thought from my head: tomorrow, I'd be Baby Luvs for a full week, and I could have my existential crisis afterward. Until then, Leona Whittaker didn't exist.

I liked to develop photos in house - I had a dark room, and I did a better job than any of the commercially available places did nowadays; it was like a zen meditation experience for me, usually. Usually. A girl in diapers, with a pacifier, with a bonnet and a bib, an adult girl in the guise of a child, her eighteen different smiles each unique and beautiful, and shining back even in the dark red hue of the lighting. This was why I liked photographing furniture; the chairs never made my stomach sink into the soles of my feet. Get it together, Jackie; it's just a job. Little did I know, that job that would change dramatically, come tomorrow.