Day One Act Three

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     When Margret had returned to her seat, the Master once again addressed the contestants.

     “And now-- unless anyone else has any statements to make?” He looked around with a smirk as the women averted they’re eyes, none of them wanting to wind up on the receiving end of another one of his demonstrations. “I think it’s time we moved on to the first challenge.”

     At once the doors behind them flew open, making more than one contestant jump in her seat. The tension was unbearable as they watched an impossibly attractive woman in a lurid and sexy French maid’s uniform entered holding aloft a silver platter. Perched atop its polished surface were five immaculately crafted sherry glasses, which the maid distributed amongst the contestants, smiling placidly as they accepted them. The glasses were filled with a green solution, thick, creamy and almost syrupy. The contestants looked at it with reluctant expressions—even without knowing what it was, none of them wanted to drink it.

     “Ladies,” the master began theatrically, a devilish smile playing at his lips. “May I present, guaranteed to unblock the most stubborn clogs and loosen up even the tightest asses among you: Formula 666—the world’s most powerful laxative.”
     There was a stunned, disbelieving silence. The women examined the cloudy solution with wrinkled noses, shuddering at the implications.

     Alice was first to speak. “Surely you don’t mean for us to…”

     “That’s right ladies—down the hatch! The last to ‘go’ is declared winner and get’s a prize—anything she can imagine!”

     “What about the loser?” Brittany asked quietly, voice full of dread.

     “The first to fill her pants becomes incontinent. Permanently…”

     There was dead silence and palatable fear in the air. Each woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

     “…Unless,” he continued, “She wins a future competition and wishes herself back to normal.”

     “What if we wefuse?” Margret asked in her adorable lisp.

     “Then you’re out of the contest. I’m sure your friends in the women’s movement will take you back the way you are now,” he grinned, knowing it wasn’t true. “Heck, I may even make you incontinent before you leave, anyway, just for the fun of it!”

     Smiling, he crossed his arms. “I’m waiting, ladies…”

     Her throbbing backside kept Destiny silent, though she'd have liked nothing better than to scream, "Are you kidding?!" when she heard the challenge. He couldn't possibly be serious! But there he was, passing out those stupid tiny glasses of whatever. Her hand shook a little as she took it, eyes darting around the room to the other girls. Were they going to do it? Surely they had to see how insane this was, how ridiculous and juvenile.

     She considered not drinking it, just giving up her spot now and getting out of there while she still could, but she could feel her resolve grow as the countdown began. She'd already endured a spanking, after all - did she really want that to be for nothing? Besides, he couldn't really expect them to poop their pants! She had a feeling this was a bluff of some kind. It had to be!

     Lucy looked around at each of the girls in turn, horrified by what she had just witnessed. This man, this master, whoever, whatever he was, could do some amazing things. Things she wanted no part of. But she couldn't leave. That wasn't fair to the others, and it would more than likely lead to something horrible happening to her too. A smell of innocence, that's what the master had said... so, maybe these girls weren't innocent? Were they criminals maybe? Lucy shook her head, chasing away the thoughts and slowly raised the glass to her lips. If this is what my sister would have had to do, then I better do it too.     

     Maggie heard The Master issue the challenge and it was so surreal it almost didn’t register. Before her recent demotion to toddlerhood, the fearless Ms Stern would have tried to lead her sisters in a solid refusal to comply with the orders; but in her new wardrobe the only thing she was fit to lead was a stuffed animal tea party. She didn't want to take the laxative but as the others contestants grimly consumed it she knew she could not afford to be singled out after her recent crushing humiliation. Reluctantly, she raised the glass to her lips and downed the thick, putrid liquid; she began to tremble, feeling real fear for the first time in a long time. She felt her remaining hubris and self respect drain from her as she took the laxative and emptied the glass.

     Brittany swallowed back the thick, creamy liquid, gagging at the taste. To her dismay, she noticed the thick, gooey concoction was sticking to her tongue. “Bllek! That stuff tastes awful,” she whined, smacking her lips together and lashing her tongue against the roof of her mouth to try and expunge it’s horrible flavor from her mouth.

     Destiny realized as she felt her insides churning, that it wasn’t a bluff. She looked around at the other contestants, looking for a sign that they were in just as much, if not more, distress than her, but if they were, they seemed to be hiding it better, probably because they didn't have a freshly-tanned bottom making them feel especially helpless. 

     Lucy drained the glass, grimacing at the taste of the strange concoction. Nothing to do now but wait I suppose, Lucy thought to herself, watching the others drain and lower their glasses one by one. If these were laxatives, like the master had said, then surely he'd provide restroom facilities for the guests... surely?

     'Oh, God,' Destiny whimpered to herself, wrapping her arms around her churning stomach. 'Don't let me be the first one!' If he had really given them laxatives, and had really spanked her and baby-fied Margret, she had no doubt he would make the loser incontinent. She looked frantically over at Margret, and the bulging diaper between her legs. She couldn't wear one of those! She'd never get an acting job if she had to wear big, baggy clothes all the time to try to hide that!

     Brittany forced herself to sit ramrod straight in her seat, sweating and clenching her cheeks, her buttocks gripping each other as tightly as a drowning man clutching a life-preserver. She thought about every disgusting dirty diaper she had ever changed. The idea that she might someday be the one with the big, gooey load in the seat of her pants had never occurred to her. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen to girls who were as pretty as her. She imagined how it would feel with a big, stinky pile in her pants… With a grunt, she redoubled her efforts to stay clean.

     Lucy's stomach gurgled disdainfully as she felt the green liquid make its way through her system. Bending forward, she grasped at her stomach, a sharp pain rushing through her tummy. "Excuse me... umm Master, sir. Umm... where would the facilities be located, please?" Always be polite, that's what her mother had taught her, and even if he was rude in return, at least she had asked.

     “The facilities are off limits until the end of the contest, Ms. Smith,” the master explained with a smile.

     Lucy went pale. “You mean…?”

     “Potties are for winners, dear,” he smiled, delighting as Lucy turned white and crossed her legs.    

     Margret clenched her buns and shifted in her seat, the thick diaper shifting beneath her. The Master’s threat to make the loser diaper dependent for life didn't sound plausible-- but nothing that had happened so far could be deemed plausible. Hell, she thought, an hour ago I wouldn’t have thought it “plausible” that I’d be sitting here dressed up like an oversized Betsy Wetsy doll, but…

     The room went silent but for the occasional gasp, grunt or moan, and the almost constant shifting of legs. Suddenly, there emerged an enormously noisy fart, louder than a whoopee cushion blasted into a megaphone. There was a gasp, and all eyes turned to adorable Lucy, who sat blushing.

     “’Scuse me,” she whispered, drawing chuckles from her fellow contestants.

    The master came to her side. “Lucy…” he asked sternly, “did you have an accident?”

     She shook her head stiffly, but the Master simply pulled her forward in her seat a bit, reached behind her and pulled out the waistband of her pants. She realized with a blush that he was checking her panties like she was a toddler with a loaded diaper!

     “Nope, still clean,” he chuckled, letting the waistband snap back across Lucy’s buns and making her yelp.

     Maggie had strong digestive system as a vegan health nut and hoped she could hold strong but a queasy churning started swiftly and she began to sweat and shift in her seat from one position to another as her ridiculous crinolines swished and swayed nosily.

     Brittany was grunting softly to herself, her hair matted to her face with sweat. She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer—but she couldn’t poop her pants; she just couldn’t! She hadn’t yet considered the possibility that she could wind up incontinent… but with an impending mess ready to explode into the seat of her pants, she was now forced to confront grim reality. With mounting horror, she thought about having to go through life like one of the kids she took care off. As disgusting as the thought of having “accidents” in her pants was,  it was nowhere near as frightening to her as the thought of being out of control… of being so helpless she literally couldn’t even keep her pants clean.

     She felt a sharp cramp followed by a noisy gurgle from her stomach. She squealed and shot up out of her seat, legs crossed tightly. She reached behind herself and clutched her backside, hopping from foot to foot in a desperate potty dance, squeezing her cheeks together with all her might. “Oh god,” She moaned desperately.

      Brittany’s expression went blank… a massive, mushy farting noise came from the seat of her shorts drawing looks from the other contestants. Brittany gasped, feeling a slick wetness between her cheeks. She knew all was lost—that it was mere prelude to what was coming next. Sill she fought, grunting and clenching her cheeks as tightly as they’d go. She could feel the others watching her like buzzards, just waiting for her to go first so they could end their own torment.

     She redoubled her efforts, putting everything she had into one last mighty clench of her buns. If she could just hold out a tad longer…. She strained and moaned and grunted: ‘Uh! Ah! Oh! Ee!”

     There was a noisy, gaseous explosion—Brittany screeched as she began to mess herself uncontrollably, the poopy load surging wetly into the back of her pants with a noisy bubbling fart. She grunted, another bowel spasm pushing out further mushy mess into her pants.

     “Oh my god!” she moaned, barely restraining the urge to retch as she felt the load squish into the seat of her pants. She could feel it there, all hot and gooey and mushy… It plastered her cheeks and filled her crack. Worse, the stench was incredible, enveloping her in the wretched, poopy smell she knew and hated so much. “Eeewww!” she cried, her hands flapping uselessly in front of her like wounded birds.

     She turned to the master, tears beginning to streak her face. “Please let me try again!” She begged. “Please don’t make me incontinent! Please give another chance!”

     The master smiled. “Sorry sweetie… but you know I can’t do that!”

     “But it’s not fair!” Brittany whined, stomping a foot in frustration. “This can’t happen to me! I…” There was another gurgle, another sharp cramp in her stomach, and a sickening fullness in her rump. “Oh no!” she cried, moments before she doubled over, eliciting another nasty, mushy load with a sizable fart. The weight in her underwear doubled, and Brittany broke down into defeated sobs.

     Destiny groaned as a cramp hit her, doubling her over. The end was already quite near, she could tell. She watched the other girls, who were starting to show signs of distress, but, she thought, not nearly as much as she was. Tears started to well up in her eyes again at the unfairness of it all. Why had she even come here?! She should have just stayed home! She'd already gotten spanked, and she was about to mess her pants, and...

     She let out a sigh of relief as she saw the seat of Brittany's pants expand outward, rendering her the loser. She felt a little sorry for her, but she was glad it wasn't her, especially since it was a matter of moments before the next cramp hit her, and she felt her body betray her, filling her already slightly wet panties with a pile of warm mush, pushed firmly against her red bottom by her tight shorts. She didn't want to announce what had just happened, but she couldn't help a disgusted, "Eww!" escaping from her mouth as her nose wrinkled. She could feel the mess squishing out of her panties and into her shorts, which she was sure were showing the stain quite well, and were now ruined.

     Destiny felt very much like a naughty little kid. She'd been spanked, and had an accident in her pants, and now she felt like she was about to be pulled in front of her mother by her babysitter and forced to confess, so she could get another spanking. Except, of course, that this was what she was supposed to do. Without a bathroom, this was what they all had to do. She didn't know what the Game Master's deal was, but he was obviously a very sick person, with a lot of power. And, like it or not, she was under his control. On TV. She had just pooped her pants on television. She couldn't help but feel a little sick at that, but what was worse was she had no idea what else she was going to find herself subjected to here.

     It was not long until Margret’s resistance failed and she pooped her diaper. On some level Maggie was grateful for the diaper and the limited privacy the full but short petticoats gave. Here she was: Ms. Stern, the most feared and vocal voice in a new wave of militant feminism having a poopy accident in an infantile party dress on national TV. She knew her career could never recover. She had crossed over from a role model and icon to a contemptible punch line.

     Lucy gasped, the pain moving downwards, tears forming in her eyes. With a large gas emission, Lucy voided her bowels, messing her panties completely. Tears flowed from her eyes, upset at having lost, certain she had been the first one out. Slowly raising her head, Lucy looked around the room, only to see Brittany in a much worse state.

     She sighed with relief. Maybe she wasn't the first one to lose. Standing up, she awkwardly walked towards Brittany, the load in her pants feeling disgusting as she moved. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she hesitantly asked, "Are you okay?"

     Brittany gave her a piteous look of fear and confusion. “I had to go….” She finally declared quietly.

     The Master howled with laughter, a cacophony of farting and squishing erupting throughout the room, savoring the expression as each prissy, snooty woman unloaded explosively into her panties (or diaper in poor Maggie’s case.) They were each disgusted and humiliated… but he also knew each one was thankful, safe in the knowledge that they were still better off than poor Brittany.

     Every eye in the room went to Alice. The tough business woman was living up to her reputation—aside from looking slightly sweaty, disheveled, and stiff; she gave no outward sign of her discomfort aside for the occasional shift in her seat. She looked like she’d had to walk up a few flights of stairs or had to run to catch a train… looking at her, you would have never guessed the immaculately dressed beauty was struggling to contain a massive load of explosive diarrhea.

     “Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Master smirked, “looks like we have a winner!”

     The other contestants looked on jealously, vividly aware of the big, stinky loads in their pants.  The Master smiled at Alice. “Now, my dear,” he said, “what is your fondest wish?”

     She looked up at him, sweat dribbling down her face. She was trying to maintain her dignity, but she was shifting and squirming at an almost constant rate now. “Potty,” she finally managed quietly, her frantic desperation increasing by the second.

     “I’m sorry, my dear, could you repeat that a little louder?” The Master asked sadistically.

     “Potty!” Alice shouted. “Oh, dear sweet God, someone please get me something to poop in!”

     “Your wish is my command,” The Master said whimsically, snapping his fingers. In an instant, an over sized pink plastic potty appeared in the center of the room. All eyes were once again on the horrified Alice.

     The potty looked so inviting, innocently so… but people were watching, possibly millions. She could hear her stomach gurgle and the heavy, burning weight in her rump was getting too intense. Sweat dripped down her  neck, running down her  back, sending a shiver along her spine, forcing her to straighten momentarily. Such a mistake, the pressure off her back causes the poor tightly clenched but failing ring of muscle to flex, just enough for a small trickle of sticky, oozing mess to venture out against the barrier of the cloth. Terror, cold and plain, riveted her to the spot; she could feel the damp, hot spot, sticking to her behind, made worse by sweat and the knowledge that many eyes watching. Alice began to tremble, holding on for this long was certainly not good for the system, she knew.  ‘Then get rid of it!’ a small voice echoed in the back of her mind, the voice of primal, uncaring human nature. ‘Just take a shit! Who cares who sees?!’

     ‘I care!” Her ego cried. Clenching harder, the clock ticking, time running out, Alice tried to decide if she had enough strength left for a run to the bathroom. ‘I’m a strong, professional woman, they can't break me!’ The rumbling intensified within, the walls of her bowels were rebelling against her, her straining buns trembling, glistening with sweat... The wet, sticky gob between them gooey between her buttocks, she was vividly aware that the main load would feel worse so much worse. But the potty would fix that, no mess, no terrible sticky feeling, just cool, clean relief… with millions of eyes watching, through their TVs, through computer, iphones, in their home, workplaces, on the subways, each with a front row seat to her humiliation.

     Limping across stage, in front of the camera, the other remain contestants and the Game Master, Alice popped the button on her beautiful designer jeans and pull them to her ankles, kicking them off across the room. Now standing in her underwear, a blush spread across her cheeks; she knew there must be a stain showing at the back of her silk panties. The action of removing her pants, compressed her stomach, increasing her urge. The potty sat before her, innocent, sturdy and horrifying. She could barely take in her surrounding as she carefully swung a leg over the plastic bowl. Misjudging the distance, she fumbled while sitting-- a fatal mistake. She felt her butt cheeks spread, a cue for her poor abuse anus to release. Time slowed; as she attempted to reposition herself, a heavy gush squirted forth, narrowly missing the bowl of the potty and leaking down the side. She barely notice as even this small piece of relief was heavenly, certainly enough to overcome her embarrassment. Alice slammed her backside down hard on the bowl, feeling the cold comfort of the plastic against her ass, not even caring for the sticky, foul smelling mess that had seeped the side of the chair and now smeared her left leg. Alice settled in and simply let go.

     Alice exploded. The tiny hole at her base relaxed and the pent up ooze bubbles forth in a cacophony of gas and splattering thuds into the waterless depths of the potty. She could feel the soft, gooey mess erupting forcefully out and past her body to hit the plastic bowl beneath her, pooling there, with heat creeping up and warming her poor abused bum. It was heaven-- even the foul-smelling bursts of gas which accompanied it brought sweet relief. And it just kept coming! Wave after wave, with cramps rising and subsiding, a small leak of her bladder causing a gush which drenched the filth in the bowl, adding more to the heap. As the cramps finally subsided, a stench began to rise from the bowl. She took a deep breath, realization suddenly sinking in—‘I just took the biggest, most explosive crap of my life—and the entire country was watching!” Cheeks burning red, eyes thick with tears she looked up and spoke. “I'm finished…”

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