CushyPen Repost: Photographer's Pride 2

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by ChocolateKitsune

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This was drawn during my employment with CushyPen. Although I'm no longer working for them, Their watermark will stay on my artwork given the fact that they effectively sponsored the piece.

I think it's a great site and they've only improved since I joined them long ago.

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Stephanie made her way over to Jasmine's place. She had just gotten back from the shoot and seemed excited to show her something - likely her paycheck, Steph figured.

Stephanie was welcomed into Jasmine's apartment to the strong s mell of talc. "Babysitting too, Jazz? I didn't think you were so desperate for the money," the bat, jibed at her friend. Jasmine giggled a little, but seemed distracted as she led her friend inwards to her bedroom. "How did the photoshoot pay, anyway? Did it go well?" she aked, overwhelmed a little by the cloyingly sweet smells.

Jasmine giggled again, almost melodiously this time. "Oh, it was *so* much fun!"

Stephanie was puzzled still, things feeling just a little bit weird to her now. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it at least... So what was it that you wanted to show me?"

Jasmine smiled to her friend, when she noticed the skunk's eyes seeming a little unfocused and spaced out. Before she could ask, the bedroom door opened to reveal an expensive looking camera, mounted on a tall tripod. It was trained on the bed.

"Oh!" Steph exclaimed, "Did you get that from the guy?" Jasmine nodded eagerly, frolicking over to it and adjusting some dials. She turned the camera to her friend, smiling. "I didn't think you'd actually bring work home with you after you seemed so uns-"

*flash*

"Silly Steffy, I didn't bring work home with me... I'm bringing work from home to him!"

Stephanie awoke in bed some time later, looking up. She couldn't remember how she got there, or why she felt so funny in her tummy. She couldn't remember why the flashy black box troubled her so. She couldn't remember how her panties got so thick and comfy. She couldn't remember.

"Aww, hello baby Steffy! Woke up from your lil' nappy-byes, did we? And what do we have here?"

She felt her hindquarters lifted up with a skilled hand at her ankles, and a feeling of warmth washed over her. She was contented, but also upset by the sensations. As her babysitter Jasmine pressed her hand against her warm, soggy diapee, an overwhelming sense of shame and embarrassment overcame her that she couldn't explain, so she did the best thing she could remember -

And started to cry like an infant.

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