All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains the following themes: ABDL, diapers, and other kink-related content.

Click clack Lavish heels snapped against the pavement as Cindy’s legs moved quickly, exiting the subway. Her speed meant she paid attention to her posture and the way she held herself. She didn’t want to look unkempt while walking in her carefully chosen outfit after all. Her arms and hands were seemingly relaxed as they lightly held onto her designer bag, her hips keeping pace with her legs, and on her face was plastered a stone-cold expression.

Behind her large, rose-tinted sunglasses, one would see her eyes darting back and forth, catching passerby's expressions. Cindy smirked whenever she caught someone glancing or staring at her, assuming they were awestruck by the pristine fashion icon gliding before them. This was especially entertaining sitting on the subway ride to her destination, sitting as perfectly still as she could.

At least that’s what she hoped they were thinking, her smile fading whenever someone didn’t even bother noticing her. When she finally stopped walking, she checked her surroundings, making sure no one was watching as she caught her breath.

The beautiful sundress she was wearing was just a size too small for her, having been the only option on clearance. But it lent to her appearance as someone who understood current fashions, so she simply accepted that she’d have to stand straight as a pole most of the time. She peered at her toes, realizing that her shoes would need another shine if they were to remain fresh. She could wear another pair, but she couldn't afford something as nice as these. It was a miracle someone had been selling them for so cheap online in the first place. The brand recognition was one benefit, but they also stretched out her short legs.

Sighing, Cindy pushed away all the thoughts that weighed on her as an aspiring fashion model…She needed to focus on the current job…it was the only job she’d been able to land after all.

Cindy wrinkled her nose while she checked her phone. She sighed again as her map app confirmed that this was indeed the right location. Glancing at her battery, she realized she’d forgotten to charge it. “Ugh,” she thought. “One more thing to go bad today…”

Looking up, she clicked her tongue in annoyance as she peered over the drab apartment building. It wasn’t like she was in a bad part of town but…all she could think about were the other fashion students posting themselves in glamorous studios.

She groaned and began climbing the stairs, her bright and shiny heels clicking against the worn stone. She furrowed her brow, hoping that her shoes wouldn’t get scuffed or else trash stuck on them. The pay from this job seemed meager and probably needed to be put towards bills, not clothing.

“Not that it matters…” mulled a sullen Cindy. “All this money put into slapping together the latest fashions and I can’t get a gig anywhere. It shouldn’t matter that I’m still in college! All those other girls are getting offers from overseas, from big labels, and…ugh! Why is the only job that I can find in this boring old apartment?!? Like, I should be modeling for some bigshot designer and not some- What’s her name again?”

Pushing the button for an elevator, Cindy pulled out her phone again. ‘Hazel’. Cindy racked her mind for what she knew about this other girl. The Arts building was fairly large, so she didn’t know everyone. But she remembered passing by the designer’s studios late one night and peering in. A brown-haired tomboy was kneeling on the ground, fiddling with some clothing.

It was some sort of gaudy mess. The skirt was a frilly nightmare, covered with bows and lace. A complete contrast to the girl’s short hair, shabby pants, and thick vest. Something you would imagine a small girl wearing for their Easter best or else a little kid’s birthday party. She’d smirked thinking about why a college-aged girl would be playing around with that design, when Hazel turned around. She caught Cindy’s eyes…and smiled. Cindy blushed at remembering who Hazel was, right as the elevator dinged.

“Get it together, Cindy…No reason you should be so flustered…She’s just a designer looking for a model…Nevermind that there weren’t enough details in the ad, but she seems…nice enough. And she pays decently. Not a creep…Hopefully…”

She began biting her lip as her nerves started settling in, while riding the elevator up. After a few seconds, she caught her reflection in the worn metal of the interior. Criticizing herself, she quickly pulled out her lipstick, attempting to freshen up before the elevator stopped.

Taking a deep breath once she arrived on her floor, she straightened up and began strutting toward the correct apartment number. She walked quickly, as she always did owing to her short stature. It tired her out, but Cindy would arrive at the gym early every morning. She owed it to herself to stay in great shape, getting any advantage she could when it came to modeling. Whatever this gig was, she could use it to add to her portfolio and find more, better-paying positions! Hopefully…

Plus, she would get to see Hazel again- Cindy blushed and shook her head. She had to focus on staying cool. Cool, calm, collected, pretty, and iconic.

She knocked on the door and waited. She heard more than one voice beyond the door. “Crap, is this a group shoot? No, no, no! Ugh, the other girls always tower over me, I thought this was a solo gig…” She was frowning when the door opened…then her mouth was agape.

Hazel didn’t answer the door, instead a…maid did?! They were wearing a frilly headband, an apron with a heart on it, and a rather short dress…so they must be a maid! Cindy stared for longer than she should have. There were too many things to process. Why did Hazel have a maid? Was she rich? Holy crap, had she stuck it huge? Why was this maid’s outfit so…cute and frilly?! And pink?!

“U-um…are you Cynthia?” inquired the maid in a quiet voice. Cindy snapped her jaw closed and nodded, recomposing herself. “O-oh good, c-could you follow me?” The maid held the door open for Cindy, taking her purse and sunglasses for her.

“T-thank you, umm-” Cindy couldn’t stop herself from staring, even though she no longer had her sunglasses. The maid was wearing such an interesting outfit. The dress was bright pink with white accents, a dangerously short skirt held up with a fluffy petticoat, white thigh highs held up by delicate garters, ending in chunky Mary Jane shoes fit for a doll. A frilly collar circled the maid’s neck, while their brown hair was set into a short bob.

Cindy leaned forward, as the maid blushed and looked away. She couldn’t put her finger on it…but she couldn’t decide what the maid’s pronouns were…

“I see you’ve taken a liking to Maple! Or maybe it’s the outfit you’re interested in…” Startled, Cindy turned around. Sitting at a sewing table was Hazel, who was sipping tea while smiling warmly at the new arrival. Cindy blushed and began stammering.

“Hehehe, don’t worry, Maple likes the attention. Don’t you?” Cindy turned around as the maid blushed bright red. “But if it’s the outfit you like, I’m sure I can make you one in the future if you end up sticking around! Unfortunately, that’s not what I need modeled today, though.”

It was like she couldn’t stop turning pink as soon as she stepped foot in this apartment. Cindy simply shook her head and walked forward. “O-oh, I’m g-good! U-um, I’m Cindy, I mean Cynthia, but you can call me Cindy, or Cynthia, whatever you want actually!”

"Oh God, what am I doing?! I’m supposed to be calm and collected!!!"

“Aww, I love Cindy, let’s stick with that!” Hazel giggled, her eyes crinkling as she smiled at Cindy. The model blushed, a warm feeling developing in her abdomen. “How about we get you settled first? Maple can get you a drink while we talk about today’s photoshoot!”

“S-sure! That’d be great!” Cindy plopped herself down at the seat closest to Hazel, a flowery armchair with lace doilies layered over it.

Maple walked over and whispered, “Would you like water, coffee, tea…?”

“Coffee please. With cinnamon if you have any, please!” Maple’s voice was lower than expected, almost falsely high-pitched…

The maid nodded and quickly shuffled out of the room, keeping their head low. Sitting down, Cindy could see frilly knickers sticking out from the short skirt, continuing to question whether those were thick ruffles or the maid was-

“Liking the cute undies too, huh? Don’t worry, I’ve got something even cuter in mind for you!” Cindy snapped back to the present, embarrassed as she looked back at Hazel who was continuing to smile sweetly at her.

“O-oh, no I’m good, they’re not my style- Wait, what do you mean “cuter”?” Cindy raised her eyebrows as Hazel giggled. She straightened up, collecting herself as Hazel spoke.

“Well, the reason I ran that ad is I was hoping to find someone to model my latest designs. You see, my clothing tends to…be on the more adorable side compared to the other student designers. It’s a bit harder for people to take my designs seriously…so I work on them separately from my coursework.” Hazel spoke slowly, stirring sugar into her tea as she watched Cindy’s reactions. The latter tried to keep a straight face but her eyebrows were sure to give her away.

“As you may have noticed, Maple can model some of my designs, but…well, Maple can’t model everything I’m working on. There’s only so much your sibling is willing to do for you after all. Plus, that  would be boring and they just don’t look right on- Oh there you are!” Looking up, Maple the maid walked in carrying a pastel pink coffee mug. It was quite gaudy, looking more like a collectible mug from a theme park with a thin handle. Cindy would have to be careful when holding it. With the mug laid next to her, she could smell the delicious scent of cinnamon wafting. Thanking the maid, she began taking sips as Hazel continued.

“As I was saying, Maple doesn’t look quite right when modeling my other designs-” The maid turned away and quickly walked out of the room to hide their face. “Hehehe- But if you’re willing, I’m more than happy to show you some of what you’d be modeling for me. I can pay what was advertised in the ad, but the pictures from this shoot aren’t really mainstream…”

It was at this point that Cindy began slightly frowning. Here was the catch. “But, I know all aspiring models need portfolio work. So on top of your payment, I could help you out by making you some outfits more suitable for a fashion student? Along with a “regular” photoshoot? I’m a decent photographer! How does that sound?”

Cindy nibbled her lip. As much apprehension she was feeling in the moment regarding this situation and the “outfits” involved…Hazel’s secondary offer sounded quite nice. She was contemplating her choices as she reached for the mug’s handle to take a sip of her coffee. “Ack!”

The coffee was hotter than expected, some of it tumbling out of the mug and onto her lap. “No! My dress!” She placed the mug down, frowning at her ruined clothes.

“Oh no! Here, let’s get that off before the stain sets in. Maple can wash it for you!” Hazel strode forward, guiding Cindy to stand up and raise her arms. Distraught, she did as she was told, careful not to touch the stain as Hazel pulled the dress off her. She watched Maple take her dress before she realized she was now standing in this apartment half-naked.

“Uhhh-” Cindy tried covering herself as Hazel giggled.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry! Well, while we’re waiting, how about we get you dressed? Unfortunately, the only clothes that would fit you are for the photoshoot, so maybe- Oh! Here, there’s a stain on your face.” Hazel held up a napkin and wiped Cindy’s face without hesitation, their faces only inches away from each other.

Cindy could feel Hazel’s warm breath as the girl inspected her, checking for other marks. Cindy felt her own breath catch in her chest, as she stared at Hazel’s features. She had such a soft, delicate face…even for a tomboy.

“Hmm, you look good now! Mmm-” Hazel leaned in even closer, Cindy’s heart began racing. Her lips were so close. “Mmm! I love the smell of cinnamon. Hehe, get it? Cindy, Cinnamon? I guess if I take your word from earlier, I’ll just call you Cinnamon!”

Hazel’s eyes and smile were so warm, Cindy couldn’t help but nod in agreement. “Oh yay! Ok, Cinnamon. How about we get you changed then?”

Cinnamon nodded again, allowing Hazel to take her hand and guide her towards another room. “Her hand is so warm and smooth…”

They walked into a room where some white cloth was hung against two walls, whereas the rest of the space was clearly where Hazel slept. A fluffy bed sat against the wall opposite the photoshoot setup, where several pieces of clothing were laid out. Hazel invited Cindy to sit on it.

“Here we are! I tried to clean up as much as possible, but as you can see I make due with the space I have. We can do that other photoshoot for your portfolio at the Art School facilities. I wanted to make sure we had some privacy for this shoot, considering what you’d be wearing.”

“U-uh and what exactly would I be-” Cindy’s eyes veered towards the answer. The clothes were rather plain compared to what Hazel seemed to be into thus far. A pink pleated skirt, beige thigh highs, a cotton purple blouse with a Peter Pan-style collar…some ribbons and a headband…

“O-ok, it doesn’t seem bad so why wouldn’t…” Cindy then noticed what else lay on the bed. A set of puffy purple…gloves? A thick blue…harness? And thick, white underwe- “Wait, is that a d-diaper?!?”

“Yes it is! Good job on spotting that!” Hazel clapped her hands together, Cindy’s reaction not phasing her.

Cindy looked back and forth between the girl and the diaper. Then the clothes. She slowly started to understand why Hazel was considered unorthodox. “U-um, well this is…well-” Cindy was hesitant to back out of the photoshoot. Yes, it was something she would have said no to upfront if asked! But sitting on the soft bed…Hazel’s bed…”I need the money and…if Hazel’s asking…”

Hazel seemed to sense Cindy’s hesitations. She sat down next to her, reaching over her lap to grab the diaper. Cindy could feel the girl brush against her, setting off an onslaught of emotions in her. Her heart began to race a bit as Hazel straightened back up. “I know it’s unusual, but I can already tell that you’d be the perfect model for me! Please, please, pleaseeee…would you do this for me, Cinnamon?”

Hazel’s hand rested against Cindy’s as she gave her final plea. Cindy gulped as she paused…before giving a small nod.

“Yay! Oh my goodness, I appreciate this so much! Ok, so do you need any help getting dressed or putting on the diaper? It’s fairly straightforward and I can help with your hair and makeup after.”

“O-oh! No, I can do it myself, yeah it’s fine!” As tempting it was to have Hazel dress her…Cindy didn’t think she could handle that much intimacy in such a short timeframe. She couldn’t help herself, Cindy realized. “I’m like putty in this girl’s hands. So much for cool Cindy…” she thought.

“I’ll go check on your clothes while you get dressed then!” Hazel skipped out of the room with joy while Cindy worked on getting dressed. Embarrassed with herself, she focused on each piece of clothing. Stepping into the skirt, tucking in the blouse, and pulling up the thigh highs was simple. The other three items, not so much.

She tentatively strapped the blue harness, which was quite flexible, around her chest. She noticed that it had a few clasps and rings in the back, but they were already fastened for her. Looking at the gloves, they were more like thick mittens. So, they’d have to go on last. Sighing, she turned to the final item she’d put on herself.

Picking up the diaper, Cindy could feel just how thick the thing was. There must be two or three inches of thickness in this thing! It was like a novelty item meant to imitate the real thing and yet…She could smell the baby powder and feel how soft the cushioning was. It wasn’t supposed to be a joke item, but definitely a diaper sized up for adults…like her.

Biting her lip, she pulled down her underwear. Sure, it’d be more sanitary normally but…she had a feeling that Hazel would prefer this as opposed to her undies sticking out under the diaper. Plus she could see the coffee had stained them as well. She didn’t want that to bleed through and make it look like…she had used them. “Not that you would be able to see them honestly,” thought Cindy as she lay on the diaper. It was massive on her! She didn’t have much experience with diapers, never having babysat before.

She fumbled with closing the flaps properly, before realizing there were tapes on them. They were quite strong when it came to the adhesive, but Cindy hoped they looked good enough once she finished closing them. That’s when Hazel walked in.

“Oh my goodness! You are just so precious! You look absolutely perfect Cinnamon!” Hazel giggled in glee as Cindy lay on her back, blushing with her diapered butt on full display. “But it looks like my baby girl needs a bit of help, let’s clean you up a bit.”

Without hesitation, Hazel strode forward, knelt down next to Cindy, and began un-taping the diaper to adjust it. Embarrassed and shocked, Cindy immediately tried to sit up. But Hazel simply smiled at her, placed her hand on her chest, and gently pushed her back down. Cindy complied as Hazel winked at her.

“It’s much easier when someone else does it for you, not that I have any personal experience hehe! Now, let’s tighten up the edges and get this diaper nice and snug before we tape it this time…” Hazel continued to speak but it droned out in Cindy’s ears. All she could focus on was the feeling of Hazel's hands as she adjusted her diaper. She could feel her warmth emanating through the thick plastic, especially as she placed a palm against her crotch…while she used her other hand to tape the diaper closed.

Cindy closed her eyes, trying her hardest to sit still as Hazel’s hand lingered on top of her diaper. Her breathing slightly quickened. Her mouth salivated to the point where she could feel something wet on the side…

“Aww! Looks like someone is ready for another piece of their outfit!” Something large popped its way into Cindy’s mouth. She popped her eyes open, looking down. There was something big with a handle in her mouth…”It’s your pacifier! It looks like you need it, here let me wipe you off…”

Once again, Hazel got close to Cindy’s face as she wiped a bit of drool off her face. “F-fank you…” Cindy blushed as she realized she had difficulty speaking through the bulbous pacifier.

“Hehe, you’re very welcome Cinnamon,” Hazel grinned as she pulled Cindy into a sitting position. At this point, Cindy was giving full control of the situation. She had no qualms doing whatever Hazel wanted.

Hazel settled herself behind her as she began working on Cindy’s hair. Cindy could feel her pulling heir to the side, making two small pigtails with pink ribbons, before a yellow headband was placed on her head. “Now, let’s put these big boys on your hands!”

Cindy held out her hands as Hazel trapped them within the thick mittens. There was nothing preventing her from pulling them off but they certainly prevented her from using her hand’s full range of mobility. “And it’s not like I’ll take them off unless Hazel tells me to…”

“Showtime!” Hazel excitedly pulls Cindy off the bed and guides her toward the white area. Cindy’s head is spinning as the girl immediately gives her instructions on where and how to pose. Cindy gives into the flow of the commands, letting her expertise and skills take over. She allows herself to be Hazel’s canvas, her model, her…Cinnamon.

After what seems like hours, Hazel smiles as she asks for one last pose. Cindy kneels, her butt in a squat puffing out her diaper, the skirt doing nothing to hide it. She’s asked to pull out and hold her pacifier, which is obliged by Cindy. A string of drool connects the pacifier and her mouth, unknowingly. Hazel grins as she catches her best shot of the day.

Hazel puts down her camera and walks towards Cinnamon, before kneeling down and wiping her mouth with her fingers. Cinnamon stares up at her, her eyes glazed with adoration, and mouth still agape. “Hmm, well we’re done for today Cinnamon. I’m so happy you modeled for me today, I can’t wait to show you the pictures! Maybe…you’d like to keep working with me? I can have more stuff ready for you next time.”

Cindy smiled widely as she nodded in affirmation. Hazel’s eyes crinkled as she grinned back. “Yay! Do you need anything before you go? Maybe some more coffee with cinnamon?”

Cindy shook her head, her pigtails softly plopping against the side of her head. “N-no, I’m ok! I should probably head back before I miss my train…Umm, t-thank you! Coffee goes right through me if I drink too much. I really appreciate the work and I would l-love, I mean like, I mean, uhh, yeah just let me know when you need me to come by again! You have my number, so message me anytime…anytime you need me! Or want me! Or- uhh…” She pulls on a pair of Mary Janes that Hazel had her wear earlier in the shoot before standing up and rushing out of the room.

Cindy was flustered as she made her way toward the door. How could she be embarrassing herself so badly?! Maybe it was the coffee but why did she become goo around Hazel?! She found her sunglasses before pulling on her jacket. She needed to leave before she embarrassed herself even further. “Y-yeah I should go before my train leaves! Just umm, message me when you uhh-”

Hazel caught up to her, this time with her own eyebrows raised. “Well, if you’re absolutely sure. Hehe, just message me if you think you’re missing anything. Goodbye Cinnamon.” She handed her purse over, after snapping it shut.

Cindy nodded and moved out of the apartment as quickly as she could, her heart racing.

Hazel giggled as Maple came up behind her, holding a small bundle of clothing. “Don’t worry about that little brother, set those aside for next time my Cinnamon comes along.”

Cindy was lost in thought as she rushed toward the subway, her mind racing with images of Hazel. Her touch kept leaving imprints of warmth all over her body. Finding a seat on the subway, she tried to keep her mind empty by glancing around the train. She noticed that several more people than usual were looking at her, not just glancing but staring. She smiled. Maybe it was her glow after this photoshoot that was drawing people’s attention. “Another good reason to see Hazel again…”

Clip clop Cindy waltzed her way back to her own apartment, the refreshing feeling of being the center of attention bringing her back down to earth. She was cool, calm, collected…an icon. Hazel was amazing…but so was all this recognition. She took off her sunglasses and placed them on her side table along with her jacket and purse. She plopped herself onto her bed… *crinkle*.

“Huh?” Cindy frowned as she looked down, trying to see what was making that noise. She could see her pink skirt, purple blouse, and beige stockings but…

Cindy froze. Her heart was hammering inside her chest. Where was her sundress?

“N-n-no…I didn’t leave wearing this…I-I-I-...” She snatched her phone off the nightstand. Surely Hazel would have texted her…but her phone was dead. Distraught, she placed it on her charger before walking over to her standing mirror. There she was. Not Cindy, the iconic model…but Cinnamon, the diapered girl. There was no hiding it, her diaper could not have been well hidden by her skirt.

All those looks on the subway…it was almost too much embarrassment for Cindy to handle. No, Cinnamon. At least Cinnamon was wearing Mary Janes…with her short stature, maybe…maybe people thought she was much younger?! “Oh nooooo…”

She couldn’t handle the horror of people recognizing her from school. Luckily Hazel lived further away but still…

“Ughhhhh!” Cindy moved to take off the insulting clothes, starting with her bewildering padding. But as she placed her hands on the plastic…the warmth reminded her of Hazel. She glanced in the mirror. Her face was aglow with red. Her eyes were beginning to glaze over at the memory of her patron. She smiled at herself.

“M-maybe…maybe I’ll work on some poses for Hazel for next time…” She walked over to her bed before glancing at her purse. She tentatively opened it…finding her pacifier from earlier waiting inside. Hazel must have placed it there.

Cinnamon pops the pacifier into her mouth, content before she settles into her bed, turning off the light. Under the covers, she considers the warm imprints that Hazel left on her.

Later that night, her phone buzzes alive with a full battery. A message is displayed on the screen:

Hazel: Hi! I have your sundress all fresh and clean! This is Hazel by the way ;)

Cindy: Hi Hazel! Thanks…This is Cinnamon.

Hazel: Sorry you ran off before I could warn you! I know you were in a rush!

Cindy: It’s ok! It was my fault…

Hazel: Oh no, its ok! You can bring the outfit back next time. I already have something ready for our next shoot together. You can even bring back the diaper and reuse it!

Cindy: Yeah…about that. Umm…

Hazel: ? Cinnamon? Did you…have an accident?

Cindy:...Coffee goes right through me…

Hazel: Aww. Poor baby. Don’t worry, I have plenty more for you to wear! Even extras for you to take home in case you have more accidents ;)

Cindy:...Thank you.

Hazel: <3

Cindy: <3