Friday, 11 January 2013

Day Two Act One

(Apologies for the extended hiatus, everyone; please bare with us as we try to get everything back on track.)

Day One

     Destiny awoke to the feeling of warm sunlight filtered across the side of her face. She groaned and squirmed on her tummy, trying to work through her momentary confusion. Where was she, and why was she sleeping on her stomach? She shifted a bit, feeling something soft and fluffy beneath her pelvis. A light breeze filtered in through the open window and she sighed, its cool caress heavenly against her bare rump…
     Wait a sec, she thought warily; bare rump?
     She checked over her shoulder slowly, both knowing and dreading what she was about to see.
     Destiny groaned when she saw her naked butt stuck up in the air behind her, propped up by the silky soft pillow beneath her.  Each cheek was still glowing brightly, and suddenly every little detail of her spanking the previous day returned to her. She flushed with embarrassment when she remembered what the Master had done to her, then shuddered when she realized she’d gotten off light compared to some of the other contestants. Shivering, she wondered what today would bring. Forcing herself to rise, she took a cool shower (with her sore, throbbing derriere, she knew that hot baths would be out of the question for at least another couple of days). Sighing, she shut off the water, dried off, and dressed for breakfast.
     While the pain had dulled somewhat overnight, Destiny still squirmed slightly in her seat as she picked at her breakfast sullenly, her bottom not throbbing like it had before, but still quite sore. Other evidence had lingered, too - Destiny's first choice of outfit for the day had involved another pair of shorts, to show off her legs, but when she'd looked at herself in the mirror, she'd been quite unhappy to note that they were short enough that a little pink was peeking out from beneath the cuffs. The last thing she wanted was the remind the viewers at home of what had happened to her the day before, so, reluctantly, she'd switched to a pair of jeans, though not before trying a few other pairs of shorts and some skirts, only to find that none of them were quite long enough to fully protect her little secret.
     Like the mansion, the food was lavish, and Destiny was sure it must have tasted good, but she couldn't bring herself to eat more than a few bites, and even that was a struggle. Looking around the table, she saw two of the other contestants in diapers, thick, bulging white things that turned her stomach every time she looked at them, if only because they seemed a pretty clear indicator of just what this Master sicko was into. After all, it hadn't even been a full day, and he'd already reduced nearly half of them to diapers, and made all but one of them poop their pants. Destiny whimpered and wriggled a little more as she remembered that ordeal, the horrible feeling of losing control, her body give way and begin to fill her panties. She could still almost feel it: her shorts sagging, the warm, heavy weight in the seat of her panties, her heart pounding as she fought to stop the disgusting, seemingly never-ending tide. And all on national TV—not to mention the internet!
     She shook her head with a shiver. There was no way she was going to do that again! She'd considered trying to run away in the night, but she had a feeling that wouldn't end well. And, she had to remind herself, maybe it wasn't all bad. If she managed to see beyond the diaper and the ridiculous baby clothes and the lisp, she found herself almost jealous of Margaret. Right now, if she got offered any roles, she was sure they would be for teenagers. That wasn't horrible, she supposed, but she'd already done that, for four years. She wanted something more than that, and with a figure like that, she was sure she could get it. That is, if she managed to escape this show without her reputation getting too tarnished.
     The backyard, of course, was quite nice, like the rest of this place, with plenty of lawn chairs and lounges, but Destiny chose to stay standing, retreating to the shade of one of the large trees as she watched the other women. If she was going to make it through this thing, she was going to need an ally. That was the way these things were played, she was pretty sure. But who did she want on her side?
     Lucy was far too innocent and cloyingly sweet to be of much use. Brittany didn't seem to have much going for her, either, plus she was already in diapers. Margaret was, too. She might be looking for some way to get revenge on the Master for what he'd done to her, but Destiny wasn't sure if that would be helpful—in fact, it seemed like it would probably wind up getting both of them in trouble. That left only Alice, who had won the first game... But she scared Destiny a little, or at least intimidated her. Destiny was pretty sure Alice was the oldest one there, and therefore the least likely to be impressed by her status as a star, former or otherwise. And she not only had a real job, she was the boss. She was, surely, used to being in charge, and Destiny did not take orders well.
     A loud, rumbling fart emanated from Brittany's side of the yard, her face went white. Her stomach churned uncomfortably, her bowels gurgling to life inside her. The awful fullness in her colon appeared suddenly, becoming uncontrollable almost as quickly as it appeared. "Oh my god" she squealed girlishly, her face panicked. The other girls look directly at her commotion, some with pity, some with looks of disgust, and Brittany was vividly aware of every eye as she leapt to her feet, her diaper crinkling noisily under her shorts.
     She scurried to the corner of the yard, where she faced the wall, head bowed, struggling to maintain control. She felt the last bit of her continence ebbing away from her. She sobbed, another fart escaping despite her best effort. She barely felt it as a big smelly mess fills her diaper, no different than those snotty kids she had to change every day at work. Completely lost, she grunted and strained to push the rest of last night’s dinner into her pants. The others contestants watched with queasy expressions she knew had nothing to do with the noises or smell of her accident—after all, it could easily be them in her position (and they could still end up joining her). Her hands clutched up against her mouth, she began to whine. "Ew Ew Ewww!" She turned around stomping her feet and flailing her hands, prancing around ridiculously as she continued filling her pants. "I'm so messy!" she cried in defeated desperation. The other contestants stare.
     Crinkling her nose with distaste, Destiny watched Brittany helplessly pass gas and fill her diaper. Mentally, she'd already marked Brittany off her list of potential allies, but this only confirmed her choice. Destiny was an only child, and had never had to babysit, or be around children young enough to do this sort of thing. Even if she had, she was sure she'd find someone around her own age doing it to be disgusting. She wouldn't want to spend time around Brittany, knowing that, at any moment, it could happen again. That was just so gross!
     Still hopping around ridiculously, Brittany squealed and cried like a baby having a tantrum. She knew she was only spreading the load in her pants around and making it even harder to clean up, but she couldn’t help it—the warm, muddy mush in her diaper was so awful and stinky and squishy she could hardly bare it! She had to get out of these diapers! “MASTER!” she cried. “MASTER! PLEASE!”
     The patio door slid open, and finally he emerged. Smug as always, he basked in the hatred and fear that emanated in his direction from every angle. “What seems to be the trouble, Brittany dear?”
     She shuffled her feet and looked down at her shoes, a blush spreading across her pretty face. Even though he was enjoying it—even though he was the one responsible for her entire predicament—it was still very embarrassing to have to confess to him. She felt for all the world like a naughty two-year old, confessing to her daddy that she’d made a mass in her diapers. “I… I need to be changed.”
     “Oh,” he said knowingly, “has baby made a messy diaper?”
     “Yes,” she confirmed stiffly.
     “And how does it feel, Brittany?” he jeered, “to be on the other end of a dirty bum?”
     “Awful!” she squealed, unable to refrain from hopping in place for emphasis.
     “And baby wants daddy to change her stinky, poopy diaper?”
     “Yes!” she hissed.
     “Yes what, darling?” he smiled sadistically, crossing his arms. “How do we ask nicely?”
     She took a deep breath and forced herself to hold as still as possible, trying not to squish the awful load in her pants any further. “Please daddy!”
     “Please what?”
     Her nostrils flared as she suppressed her anger. “Please daddy—please change my diaper! It’s so awful and stinky…”
     “Hmmm… maybe later,” he said casually, turning back toward the house, “Right now I’m late for a massage.”
     “WHAT?!” she cried, disbelieving, “but you promised…”
     “I said,” he began firmly, “that you would need to get someone else to change your diapers. I said nothing about being at your beck and call, Brittany.”
     “But what am I supposed to do?!” she wailed, beginning to cry.
     He looked over his shoulder. “Perhaps one of our other contestants will have pity on you.” And he disappeared inside, shutting the door behind him.
     For a long moment, she could only stand gaping at the door. Frantically, she turned her attention to the others, who were watching with nervous distaste. Brittany stammered and gasped for a moment… None would meet her gaze. “Help me!” she cried desperately, jumping frantically in place once more. She ran toward the nearest contestant, now crying and blubbering desperately. "Please!" she begged, sticking out her rump toward them, the mess shifting with every bounce.
     Alice raised an eyebrow archly over the business section of the newspaper, a wry smile tugging at her lips. It seemed her very public embarrassment the night before hadn’t phased her too badly... if anything, she seemed to be enjoying Brittany’s discomfort and humiliation almost as much as the Master. “You MUST be joking, darling,” she smirked, turning disdainfully back to the news paper. “Do you honestly think I’d ever lower myself to changing a diaper… let alone such a big, stinky one?”
     Desperately, Brittany turned her attention to Margret, who had sulked and pouted all the way through breakfast. She been woken that morning by a pair of outrageously sexy maids, taken to the bathroom to relieve herself (on a potty, she recalled with a shiver of humiliation), she’d endured an extremely sexy bath, brought maddeningly close to the brink of orgasm several times, only to be teasingly denied at the last moment. An unbelievably humiliating full body powdering ensued, followed by another big thirsty diaper. Finally, she’d been dressed in a too-tight t-shirt that amply revealed her huge new breasts and adorably round stomach. With a blush on her face and a crinkling diaper beneath her, she’d been lead down to breakfast, which she’d been spoon-fed in a massive high-chair! It would have been humiliating enough for her, even if every excruciating second hadn’t been broadcast to the entire country. “Don’t look at me,” she told Brittany sullenly, shifting her dainty bottom in the hot, uncomfortable diapers.
     Brittany turned to Destiny now. The idea of changing a big adult sized diaper turned Destiny's stomach, and as each girl turned Brittany down, and she got ever closer, Destiny only felt more sick. She'd never changed a diaper in her life, and she wasn't about to start with one that size! She barely even let Brittany approach her before squeaking out a desperate, "Eww, God, no! I won't do it! Go away!" 
     She had intended to be a little more subtle about it, but as she'd seen the girl waddling toward her, she simply couldn't take it. Just the smell wafting toward her nearly made her gag. She couldn't even bring herself to apologize for her abruptness. It was just too much. 
     Lucy avoided Brittany’s gaze, hoping desperately someone else would take pity on her, and help her out. As each person rejected Brittany, Lucy couldn't help but feel guilty for feeling so selfish. Of course no one else here would. They were all too disgusted, and who could blame them. Finally Brittany came to Lucy. Lucy looked at Brittany, pleading to not be burdened with the task, but Brittany never left.
     Finally, with a brief nod, Lucy held her hand out to the poor girl, nodding to show she accepted the task. "Do you have any... supplies?" Lucy grimaced slightly as the words left her lips. No turning back now.

     Nodding stiffly, Brittany handed over her purse. Lucy checked inside, finding it full of diapers, wipes, and an extra-large bottle of powder.
     With a sigh of resignation, Lucy Gently lowered Brittany to the ground. She looked up at the remaining contestants, hoping someone would at least be willing to lend her a hand. They all averted their gaze, and she knew this was a solo mission. Slowly, Lucy undid the tapes of the diaper, retching at the smell that came out, and turned her head away from the mess. 'Come on Lucy, you can do this' She thought to herself. It's just like babysitting, only... bigger.
     Sliding the diaper away, she threw the vile smelling product into a trash receptacle, wiping down Brittany’s derriere. Closing her eyes, and then opening one cautiously, Lucy set to work cleaning up Brittany’s squirming bottom, silently working through the mess. "Please don't spread it around as much if I have to do this again. Please." Finally disposing of the used wipes, Lucy slid a clean diaper underneath the poor girl, rubbing in some lotion to her rounded butt cheeks. Finally, she gave Brittany a liberal helping of powder. "This should at least stop any nasty rashes." Lucy smiled at Brittany, trying to keep calm. Maybe this is the start of a friendship, Lucy thought to herself as she raised the front of the diaper up and secured the tapes in place. That's what people do on these shows, isn't it? Make allies. Lucy wasn't sure. Reality TV was never of interest to her, and it was all just a confusing mess to her. Standing up, Lucy gave her hand to Brittany, lifting her up. "All clean and tidy." Lucy smiled, as she rushed off to a bathroom to thoroughly wash her hands.
     “Thanks,” Brittany said quietly. She could hardly even look Lucy in the eye.
     Destiny watched the beginning of the change with a sort of morbid curiosity, but quickly had to turn away from the sight of it. She hated to think of herself in Brittany's position, but if it happened, it might be nice to have Lucy on her side to do this sort of thing. Then again, she had a feeling the girl would do it anyway. She couldn't imagine how anyone could be such a pushover and actually achieve anything. Maybe there was more to her than met the eye.
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  1. Not the most fun of endeavours, but I'm glad to see this continuing again.

    1. The question, Lucy dear, is: would you rather have to change a poopy diaper or wear one?

    2. Well... I'd say change one, but if I were made to wear one, I'd change myself... which would mean I'd be stuck with both in that case.
      I suppose the correct answer would be neither.

  2. Great, wonderful story !
    Very glad that at last day two come,
    after so big time gap.
    Waiting for next event impatiently.

  3. Good on Lucy, hope she gets some reward for her kindness.

    Full body powdering for Margret sounded fun, lucky maids.

  4. Can you believe that grubby little urchin wanted ME to change her messy diaper? The NERVE of these people...

    1. You know... one day you might be in a similar situation... people might be more inclined to help you if you show them the same courtesy.

    2. I'm not the one who was waddling around with a big mess in my pants last night, am I darling little Lucy? I'd think you'd be more concerned about who was going to wipe your butt when you have YOUR next "accident!"

    3. All I was saying was that civility and niceness is more likely to win you favour and niceness in return than being mean and cold. You can catch more flys with honey than vinegar, as they say...

    4. Why would you want to catch flies? That's dumb. What good are flies?

    5. Are... are you serious? It's an expression... and you could use them to feed some frogs. Make them happy.

    6. Of... course I knew that! What, are you calling me stupid?!

    7. I'm not calling you stupid, merely implying ignorance.

  5. @NettingTheBigOne

    Well, then... Day two and it should be voting day... Why am I not surprised that Alice is too hoity-toity to help out? #GoLucy #FreeMargret

  6. I'm glad to see you're back! Thanks for another lovely installment.

  7. Very interesting thus far, Lucy seems to be the front runner if the game were to reward kindness but we all know life is not always about whats fair, will be interesting to see where this heads, Also notice that Brittany was absent from posting after her on air diaper change, sulking no doubt.

    I look forward to the next update.

  8. Apparantly Destiny thinks that Lucy is a Transformer. She's more than meets the eye!