Monday, 25 March 2013

Day Two Act Five

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     Still in a sulky mood after her spanking, Alice retreated indoors away from the rest of the crowd, searching half-heartedly for an egg. Her tushy was still steaming from her spanking-- she fumed at the indignity of it. As the CEO of a huge, multi-national corporation she deserved better treatment than this—and she certainly had better things to do with her precious time! All thoughts of winning or losing had been set aside—she was focused completely on getting the hell out of here, before something really bad happened to her!
     She wandered through the palatial home, opening cabinets and closets, listlessly searching for one of the eggs, thinking. Even if she did find one, there was only a one in three chance that it was a wish—and she gathered from the Master’s tone that the other “prizes” weren’t going to be anything anybody actually wanted.
     Worse, Destiny seemed to be following her, trying to catch her eye, but Alice wasn’t going for it—not only was Destiny a walking, talking reminder of her earlier humiliation, Alice blamed her for her roasted rump as much as the Master. They were supposed to be partners! Grimacing as she felt the seat of her rough, cotton panties rubbing roughly up against her throbbing bottom, Alice vowed anew that she’d make Destiny pay for selling her out.
     And the, to her own complete surprise, she stumbled upon the egg, hidden, almost in plain sight, on the mantle above the fireplace, just behind a picture of the Master of his arm around George W. Bush. She took it out and held it in her hands. Wrapped neatly in brown foil, it sat perfectly in the palm of her hands. She eyed it warily, thinking; the odds were one in three against her, and good things rarely came in brown wrapping—especially in this place!
     There was a small noise behind her, and Alice was suddenly aware that Destiny was coming toward her. A scheme began to form… smirking to herself, Alice replaced the egg on the mantle, this time in plain sight, before retreating into the next room, smirking to herself—one good turn deserves another, bitch, she thought with a nasty chuckle.

     Destiny tried to remain inconspicuous as she trailed Alice through the house. It was just so ridiculous - five grown women, dressed like children, being forced to run around on an Easter egg hunt... But that didn't mean she wasn't going to do it. She had no real choice, but even if she did, that wish was still out there. At the very least, it would get her out of here, maybe while making her famous at the same time. It was humiliating, no doubt about it, but she had to admit she was glad not to be Brittany or Margaret, with their diapers peeking out from beneath their frilly skirts. She was pretty sure that was the only way this could be worse.
     She happened to catch Alice's eye, then quickly turned away. The woman was clearly not happy with her. Couldn't Alice see she hadn't had any choice?! If she should be mad at anyone, it should be the Master! Destiny almost started to get mad at Alice for how unfair she was being, but she supposed she couldn't really blame her too much. She wanted to try to explain - and maybe even apologize if she had to, even though she didn't think she'd done anything wrong - so she started to follow the woman. 
     And that was how she found the egg. It was hidden, but only slightly. Destiny’s eyes widened as she grabbed it, holding it in her hand. This was it! It had been so easy... That thought made her pause. If she'd been able to find it so easily, why hadn't Alice noticed it? Had she left it there on purpose? Maybe it was her way of showing Destiny that there were no hard feelings. Maybe she was just pretending there were, to trick the other contestants, so they wouldn't know the two were allies!
     Briefly, Destiny considered catching up to Alice and finding a way to inconspicuously slip the egg to Alice, to show her that she understood. But the more she stared at it, the more sure she was that this was the one that was going to grant the eater a wish. That would make it an even better gesture for her fellow teammate... But it would also mean giving the wish up for herself. She didn't want to do that. Besides, Alice had left it for her, hadn't she? She must have wanted her to have it. Or maybe she hadn't even noticed it at all, in which case Destiny had found it fair and square.
     Almost giddy, she unwrapped the brown foil and popped the chocolate egg into her mouth. She looked around for the Master as she chewed, wondering if he'd give her the wish right away, or if they'd have to wait for the other two to be found.
     The chocolate was delicious… not the crap you bought in the supermarket, but real milk chocolate, silky and thick. Destiny savored it on her tongue and let it trickle down her throat.
     She'd barely even swallowed it before she felt a massive cramp in her stomach; at the same time, she felt her underwear growing strangely tight. She furrowed her brow in confusion, wiggling a little. It felt like something was in there, something warm and thick, and still growing... There was a loud burst of flatulence, making her roll her eyes and look around for Brittany, sure she was pooping her diaper yet again, the disgusting girl.
     Then, in a horrifying moment of clarity, Destiny realized it was coming from herself. “No,” she whispered, confirming her fears with a wriggle of her rump, feeling nauseas at the thick, goopy sensation plastering the seat of her panties. "No!" she wailed. "Not again!" She was pooping her pants on TV for the second day in a row! This time, there had been no warning, no hope of stopping it, no chance to do anything but stand there, terrified and disgusted, and let it happen. She grunted, her body forcing her into a squat as it continued to work, wave after wave of mushy mess pushing out into her poor panties. When she looked down, she could see them, drooping down heavily, stained brown. They were ruined, there was no doubt about that.
     And she was still going. Her stomach cramped, forcing a grunt out of her—she looked away, feeling the filth start to squeeze its way out of her underwear and into her tights, staining her inner thighs brown as she desperately, and without thinking, pushed them together, trying to stop the flow and she burst into humiliated tears.
     Finally, it the mess slowed to a halt. Carefully, she straightened herself back up. She looked, and felt, even more like a little kid now, she realized, a little girl who had been having so much fun searching for eggs she'd ignored her need to go to the bathroom for just a little too long. She felt disgusting and dirty and wanted nothing more than to waddle, bow-legged, up to her room and get cleaned up. It just wasn't fair! Why had she gotten the worst egg?!
     “Destiny?”
     She cringed when she heard his voice behind her. Slowly, trying desperately not to squish the mess in her panties, she turned to face the Game Master, who watched her, arms folded, a detached smirk on his face. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
      “I…” she sniffled, shuffling her feet, not wanting to admit to the awful truth, yet somehow finding the words spilling out of her anyway. “I had an accident…” she said in a quivering voice before bursting into tears.
     “Better get a move-on,” he chided, turning and walking from the room, “that’s two down and only one to go.”
     She watched him go, sniffling. Droopy, stinky panties or no, Destiny knew she should start searching again, that she needed to find the wish, and use it to get out of this place before she really messed up, and wound up with a consequence a lot more permanent than poopy pants. Yet the idea of being seen by the other women like this - especially Alice, and Brittany, whose poopy pants she'd refused, quite vehemently, to change earlier - was too much for her to bear. That egg had been easy to find, but it wasn't the real prize. Surely that one would be harder to find. Maybe she'd have time to sneak upstairs, get herself cleaned up, then come back down with a clear head and clean bottom and continue with the game.
     She wanted nothing more than to get that wish, though she wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. Maybe she could wish to have the world forget she was ever on this stupid show… then no one would remember that she'd shit her pants twice and gotten spanked... but if they forgot that, how can I get my comeback? She resolved that If she only had one wish, she'd have to figure out some way to word it to get everything she wanted, but that was going to be tough. Even tougher if she ran off to try to hide her shame now. It wasn't like they hadn't seen her poop herself the day before, and the ones who really mattered, the audience, had already seen this "accident", too. But, even so, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't bear the thought of the other contestants knowing about this. There would be other games, she was sure, and eventually, she was going to win. She turned, started to make her way quickly and stealthily up to her room.
      “PHEW-WEE!” She heard behind her, “what’s that smell?”
     Slowly, stiffly, Destiny turned to look behind her. Alice stood in the doorway, somehow managing to look smug, even dressed like a two year old—and why not? She wasn’t the one whose panties were overflowing with poop, Destiny thought bitterly. Compared to Destiny, she looked practically grown-up.
     “Did you like the treat I left for you?” Alice said with lazy self satisfaction. “It looked quite delicious—but it seems to have disagreed with you, hasn’t it?” she chuckled. Destiny stood by seething, shifting from foot to foot in her poopy panties.
     “You—you BITCH!” she spat.
     “Surly you don’t blame me? You should have known your fate was sealed the moment you laid your hands on my bottom you peasant! And did you honestly think the prize would come in a BROWN wrapper? In this place?” She giggled to herself. “You’re going to be stuck doing diaper commercials for the rest of your life now!”
     Destiny stammered, trying to think of something to say in response, but nothing came. She knew Alice was right—who was going to want to work with her now? How could anyone see her as anything other than a joke now? Lips quivering, she started to bawl.
     “Where did you think you were going, anyway?” Alice asked, smirking. "Running away? The game isn't over yet. I'm going to find the real egg, and then I'm going to make you watch as I eat it. Now come on, poopy pants."
     Destiny whimpered and squirmed as Alice clamped one hand firmly on her wrist and started to drag her away from the stairs, away from her bedroom and the nice, cleansing shower inside, and closer to the other girls, giving the cameras even more time to give the viewers at home a good view of her full panties as she toddled helplessly beside the larger woman, not quite able to break free of her grip...

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Tuesday, 12 March 2013

The Humble Games Hall-Of-Fame: Suzy The Home-Wrecker




Of course, not everyone on the Humble Games is a loser. It wouldn’t be much of a competition if there weren’t any winners—like 2008’s lucky winner, Susan Salazar—or, as she was known to the residents of the upscale Miami Beach neighborhood where she lived and worked, Suzy Homewrecker.
     Suzy, a pharmaceutical sales rep, was never able to resist a man with a wedding band—and more importantly, they couldn’t resist her, which she’d never been afraid to use to her advantage. This siren of the Atlantic coast got her start in high school, seducing hapless teachers, then blackmailing them for passing grades—a trait she’s happily carried along into the business world.
     Using sex to get ahead is bad enough—but this little minx betrayed almost every woman in her life by sleeping with their boyfriends, fiancĂ©es, or husbands. How bad was it? Susan got her Humble Games recommendation from her own sister.
     The competition was long and hard, but when the diapers had settled, Suzy had emerged, Queen of the mountain—the ultimate prize—a wish that could literally change her life, was now hers.
     “I’m just tired of everyone treating me like a joke because I’m beautiful,” she said in her vacant, spokes model voice. “I just want the people in my life to treat me with the respect I deserve!”
     “Your wish is my command,” I told her.
     And in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

     She felt the sunlight first… that hot Miami sun on her face, all nice and warm. Her eyes fluttered open—she was looking out the window of a lavish penthouse—the city below her stretched out, shimmering in the afternoon sun; Susan smiled lazily—warm and relaxed and contented with the world and her place in it.
     She realized with a subtle start that she was almost naked, the sunlight delightfully warm on her tummy, chest, and her succulent bare breasts. She closed her eyes and sighed, smiling—she wanted this moment to last forever…
     She felt a gurgle in her belly—a tiny cramp grew into a bloated, gassy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She touched her abdomen and rubbed it softly, trying to sooth her discomfort. But the burbling distress in her tummy just built and built, the pressure in her backside growing until…
     She blushed, hearing herself pass gas loudly, even though her rump was clenched as tightly as it could go. She gave an involuntary grunt, a massive, sustained cramp surging through her bowels  and forcing her to bend at the knees. And then, quickly as it had begun, it was over.
     Suzy sighed and grinned, thankful the painful cramps were subsiding. Everything was getting back to normal, she thought contentedly. The stench that had enveloped the room was god awful, but her relief was well worth it.
     She was contemplating whether or not she should take a nap when she realized she felt something behind—something warm and moist and just a little heavy. She wriggled her rump, heart sinking when her fears were confirmed—she defiantly had something back there.
     Hesitantly, Suzy peeked pack over her shoulder—sure enough, she was greeted by the sight of an exceedingly embarrassing lump in the seat of her panties with a corresponding messy stain on the seat.
     She jumped, a sound emerging from behind her—footsteps, coming her way! Her heart leapt, she looked around frantically for some place to hide, or at least something to wear. But there was nothing, and she was left slack jawed, gaping stupidly in nothing but a pair of bulging, stained panties that she’d obviously pooped in, when her sister came barging in.
     “What was that noise?” Janice demanded, “And what’s that smell?” she asked suspiciously, like she already knew the answer.
     Suzy gasped, spinning to face Janice in order to hide her poopy panties. The ruse was ridiculous, she knew—the smell would give her away sooner or later—she had to get rid of Janice!
     “N-n-n-nothing, Janice,” she said meekly. Her whole life, the sexy and glamorous Suzy had lorded over and ran roughshod over her plain-Jane sister. Now, she felt intimidated by her in a way Suzy was sure had more to it than the fact that she was standing there with a load in her pants than anything else.
     “Doesn’t smell like nothing to me,” she said, quickly crossing the room until she stood in front of her, hands on hips. “Did you fart?”
     “None of your business, Janice!” Suzy whined. She started to back away, but Janice’s hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist, holding her in place.
     “Don’t get snippy with me young lady!” Janice said firmly. “Do I have to spank you again?”
      Suzy squinted, confused—Janice had never spanked her in her life—so why did she now have memories of numerous painful and embarrassing spankings over her younger sister’s knee? She remembered her wish, about “the respect she deserved,” with a chill—what had The Master done?
     “Turn around little girl, and let me see that bum of yours!” Janice demanded. Tugging her wrist painfully, she suddenly spun her sister around. Suzy could only squeal in protest, desperate to protect her shameful secret—but there was no way she could keep from being exposed now!

      She heard Janice gasp behind her. “I knew it!” she scolded, giving Suzy a swat on the thigh, “You did poop your pants, you little brat!”
     Suzy began to snivel: “it was an accident—ow!” she cried, her protests cut off by another sharp slap to the thigh.
     “God, Suzy, when are you going to grow up?! Look at you—you’re a full grown woman now! Are you ever going to stop messing your pants like a baby?”
     Suzy sobbed, her memories now full of such incidents… she could now remember numerous occasions where she’s wet or messed herself over the years that she swore she’d never lived.
     “What’s going on in here?”
     Suzy groaned—just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, her mother, Violet, entered, trailed by Janice’s handsome husband, Paul. Before she’d won the Humble Games, they’d had an on and off affair since shortly after his and Janice’s Honeymoon ended. Now, most of her memories were of him standing by and laughing as Janice and/or her mother spanked her or changed her diapers—occasionally, he even helped them out.
     “Oh, nothing mom,” said Janice, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Your eldest daughter just shit her pants—again.”
     “Oh, Susan,” her mother said, exasperated. “I thought we were finally getting this problem under control.”
      “Well, I hate to say I told you so,” Janice said, relishing every moment of it, “but I did tell you she wasn’t ready for big girl panties yet.”
     “I’m afraid I have to agree with you,” said their mother, pinching her nose closed as she reached over and took Suzy by the arm. “Let’s go young lady,” she said firmly, pulling Suzy along behind her roughly. “Time to get you cleaned up!”
     Suzy protested and resisted, but the two women just dragged her all the way to the bathroom, occasionally swatting her thigh for emphasis.
     Once inside, they forced her to bend over the counter while they had a look at her panties.
     “Well, THOSE have had it,” Janice said smugly.
     “Oh Suzy,” said Violet , voice dripping with disappointment, “why couldn’t you just go to the toilet, sweetie? I just bought those panties for you!”
     “Mommy,” Suzy pleaded through her sobs, “I don’t know what happened—I thought I just had to fart…”
     Janice giggled. “Well, I think it’s safe to say that you miscalculated.” Reaching out, she took the waistband of the panties and began to pull them down. Suzy gasped and blushed, forcing herself to stand still. Though this was the first time this had ever happened to her, she could remember the consequences of disobedience—the exact same humiliating clean up, followed by a brisk spanking.
     The panties were tugged down to her knees; Suzy sobbed and shivered as her chubby bare bottom came into view, a mucky brown smear matching roughly the size and shape of the stain on the seat of her underwear. She looked up to see her mother and Janice approaching with baby wipes and toilet paper in their hands, Janice grinning sadistically, reveling in Suzy’s embarrassment.
     “Stick your butt out, baby,” Janice demanded. The sobbing Suzy complied automatically. With tears falling down her face, she stood there helplessly as Violet  and younger sister went to work cleaning her poopy rear-end, wiping her butt for her like a baby, remembering numerous times she been in exactly the same position, even though she was sure this was the first. Her heart raced and she cried even harder, remember the difficulty she’d had potty training; the fact that she’d worn diapers most of her life; the fact that she still had frequent wet and messy accidents, especially at night; she remembered changes and diaper rashes well into the high school, and the embarrassment she’d caused her younger sister—and herself.
     But that wasn’t the scary part—the scary part was how clear those memories were becoming—and how dim her memories of her life before The Humble Games were getting. She was forgetting her old life—at this rate, soon all she would remember was being a big overgrown baby! She squirmed in place, frantically trying to think of some solution—but who could she tell now? Even if there was any possibility anyone believed the story, there was no way they would believe a big diaper wearing baby like her! Suzy burst into tears at the thought.
     Janice slapped her now mostly clean rump firmly. “Quit your caterwauling! WE’RE the ones down her wiping your dirty butt for you!”
     They ran a warm bath with lots of bubbles and helped Suzy in, scrubbing her down with an assortment of soaps and oils. Suzy pouted—when she’d dreamed of being pampered, she hadn’t meant literally! They scrubbed her down good, paying special attention to her rounded rump. Suzy could only sit, stewing and seething, her new life coming into sharp focus as her old one faded.
     After they’d finally decided she’d had enough, Janice and her mother helped Suzy out of the bath and dried her off. They dragged her naked, down the hall and through the living room. Suzy screeched at the sight of Paul, but he didn’t even look up to check her out. And who could blame him—who wants to sleep with an incontinent little baby? She thought to herself with a self-pitying sob.
     Into her mother’s bedroom they lead her. Laying a towel down on the bed, they ordered her down on her back. “Guys, this has gone far enough…” she protested, squealing as Janice landed a hard spank to her naked butt.
     “Really?!” Janice said, outraged, landing another swat to Suzy’s jiggling rump. “Because I think I just wiped your dirty ass for you Suzy, so I think you’re going to do whatever I tell you because I’ll tell you right now, missy: you’re going into diapers, right now, with or without a red bottom. So what’s it going to be, Suzy? Make it fast; if you make a mess on the floor I’m going to spank regardless.”
     With tears streaming down her face, Suzy climbed up onto the bed so she could lay, naked and exposed, before the determined Violet and her sneering sister. “Good thing I never threw her diapers away,” said her mother with a resigned sigh.
     Suzy tried one last desperate plea: “Please don’t! I’ve learned my lesson, I’ll be more careful…”
     But she was cut-off by an adult sized pacifier being shoved into her mouth.  Now all Suzy could do was lay back and sob. Her new memories—memories of spankings, diapers, and messy panties—were becoming clearer each second—but her old memories hadn’t quite faded away. They still hung there, like half remembered dreams—another life, where she was sexy and desires, where she wrapped men like Paul around her little finger. A life where she could control her bowels, for God’s sake!
     “I’ll go get some powder,” their mother remarked, leaving the two sisters alone in the bedroom.
     “Are you listening, little sister?” Janice sneered, taking a spot next to her on the bet. Suzy pouted and sucked her soother. Janice laughed. “I still remember. You know what I mean?”
     Suzy’s expression confirmed that she did. Janice laughed. “When you were Little Miss All That? Shaking your little butt all around town, hooking in every guy you could get your hands on? Even your own sister’s husband!”
   Suzy tried to apologize, but was thwarted by the pacifier in her mouth.  Janice smiled coldly. “Oh yes, sweetheart—I remember everything. Who do you think nominated you for the Humble Games?”
     Suzy gave her sister a shocked look.  “And now here you are. The master assured me that you and I are the only ones who remember your other life. And in this world?” Janice laughed. “You’ve probably spent less than two years out of diapers in your entire life! So obviously, seducing a man—single, married, or otherwise—has been quite impossible for you.”
     Suzy began squealing her displeasure—bawling really, thrashing naked on the bed and wailing as best she could around the big pacifier.  Janice grabbed her by the ankles, bent them back toward her head, and silenced her with a swift spank on her plump womanly fanny.
     “Hush, you little brat!” she scolded, delivering about 10 stinging swats to each jiggling buttock. Suzy bit her lip and forced herself silent, not wanting to antagonize Janice any further.
     She stopped her spanking just moments before Violet returned, apparently unaware of the commotion. “Ok, I got the powder—let’s get this cute little bottom in a diaper before she makes another mess,” she said sweetly, patting Suzy’s belly. She’s gotten over her earlier disappointment, and seemed to be almost looking forward to diapering her adult daughter.
       Poor Suzy could only lie passively on the towel as Janice once more took her ankles and hoisted her legs into the air to expose her well rounded bottom. Suzy squirmed as a diaper was slid beneath her rump. Giggling, her mother rained powder down on her tushy, then patted it into her buns firmly. Suzy worked her pacifier in her mouth nervously, tears still running down her cheeks.
     Janice lowered her rump to the thirsty seat of her diaper. Violet pulled it up tightly between her legs and strapped it on—Suzy looked down at herself in horror, the tight, white diaper clinging to her like grim death. Its thick padding forced her legs apart, and it felt like someone had strapped a pillow to her ass. She looked monumentally stupid, of course. Janice stood by smirking as Violet patted her on the head, now fully into playing the doting mother. “Aw, that’s better isn’t it honey?”
     Suzy reluctantly nodded, even though she didn’t think it was. “She feels much better in her big diaper, doesn’t she?”
     Suzy sighed and nodded. Her mother beamed at her.  “Yes she does! In her big diapers, she doesn’t have to worry about any accidents, does she?”
     “No mommy,” Suzy said softly, cringing with embarrassment. She almost remarked that she was a grown woman and not some big baby, but decided to let it slide with a sigh… after all, she’d look kind of stupid protesting her adult-hood while sitting here in a massive diaper, wouldn’t she?
     “Yeah, Suzy” Janice snarked, “now you can pee and poop yourself all you want!”
     She laughed, then yelped as Violet landed a sting swat to her denim-clad bottom. “You better stop teasing your sister, missy,” the older woman scolded menacingly, “or you’ll be in diapers right next to your sister!”
     Janice gulped, instinctively reaching back to touch her ass. She’d never considered that this new reality might have some downsides for her as well.
     They pulled a tight, white t-shirt over Suzy’s head and pronounced her dressed. Suzy looked down at herself, sobbing—the bulky diaper and tiny white shirt (not even long enough to cover her belly button, she realized with a pout) were a long ways away from the designed outfits she usually wore—or at least, used to, she thought glumly, almost able to remember what it felt like to dress like a woman…
     Janice and their mother brought her out into the living room. Suzy blushed furiously and sucked her pacifier nervously when Paul let out a wolf whistle in her direction. It was all a big joke, of course—who was going to find her attractive now? She allowed herself to be deposited inside the silly playpen in the middle of the living room and sulked.
     “I was just telling Janice how she’d better watch her step or she’s going to wind up like Suzy,” Violet said to Paul with a chuckle.
     “Absolutely,” he said with a smile. “I think it might do her some good.”
     Janice forced a hollow sounding laugh. “Hey, come on guys,” she said anxiously, trying to play it off like a joke. “Stop kidding around.”
     “You better watch your tone, missy,” Paul grinned.
     “You know, I think Suzy’s diapers would fit her perfectly,” Violet laughed, and suddenly Janice was very nervous.
     In her playpen, Suzy listened carefully—if she played her cards right, she might have a playmate someday soon.
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Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Day Two Act Four

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     “W-W-What are you going to do?” Margret asked nervously, though she already knew the answer, even before Mandy reached below the table to grab an extra large bottle of baby oil.
     “Well, sweetie, when big babies are sick, their Nurseys need to take their temperatures,” she explained slowly, as though talking to a child. She popped the top off the bottle and began slowly pouring the warm oil across Maggie’s vulnerable, upturned backside, making the nude girl shiver. “And the best way to do that,” Mandy purred, spreading Maggie’s muscular buns and squirting a warm torrent of oil between them, “is in their cute little tushies!”
     Slipping her fingers between her butt-cheeks, Mandy began massaging the oil into Maggie’s crack, paying special attention to the tight crinkle of her anus. Maggie cringed, trying desperately to cry out for her to stop, but her mounting arousal prevented anything other than a low moan from escaping. She squirmed, pulse racing, her clit rubbing against the table below her—she squeezed her thighs together, praying Mandy wouldn’t notice how wet she was getting.
     “Oh, does somebody wike dat?” Mandy cooed, slipping the tip of her finger into Maggie’s cute little asshole. A surge of arousal hit her like a lightning bolt, drawing an involuntary squeal from her. “Oh yes,” Mandy said with a chuckle, “I think someone is definitely enjoying her checkup!” She pushed the finger in deeper, until it was half-way in. Maggie gurgled ecstatically, and Mandy grinned, stroking her hair gently as she allowed the patient to squirm and writhe on the end of her finger for a few moments, before pushing it in the rest of the way. Maggie’s eyes crossed—her pussy throbbed beneath her, positively soaked. Her humiliation fueled her excitement, which in turn stoked the fires of her embarrassment—an unending cycle of shame and arousal, getting stronger with each loop.
     Mandy took a moment to work her digit in and out, pulling it back until it had nearly withdrawn entirely, then sliding it back in again, slowly. Maggie groaned and shivered in response, so horny it was driving her mad.
     She nearly burst into tears when the nurse withdrew her finger. Mandy chuckled, reaching out to pat her bottom tenderly. “Don’t worry, baby,” she whispered, picking up the thermometer and shaking it vigorously, “I’ve got something else I think you’re going to like. Although,” she said, bringing the cool tip to her anus, “I should warn you—it is probably going to be a tad chilly.”
     Slowly, Mandy drove the thermometer home, pushing it deep inside her. Maggie squealed once more, the thermometer slipping slowly, teasingly into her greased anus. “Just relax, baby,” Mandy whispered gently, adding a twist of the cool glass tube. “Relax—doesn’t that feel good? Nursey knows what she’s doing.”
     With the thermometer in place, Mandy began slowly twirling it, first in one direction, then the other, making Maggie shiver and squirm. With the other hand, the naughty nurse reached beneath Maggie and began playing with her pussy.
     “OOOHHH!” Margret gave a liquid groan, sticking her shapely rump up in the air and wagging it behind her. Chuckling, Nurse Mandy reached out and gave a series of gentle swats to one plump cheek, then the other.
     Margret groaned and writhed and humped the table beneath her obscenely, her blistering arousal overtaking her. Though she realized she was making a spectacle of herself (both for the sexy nurse and the viewers at home) she just couldn’t stop herself from reaching down and thrusting her fingers between her legs to rub and stroke her clit.
     “You naughty girl!” The nurse chided her. Withdrawing her hand from between the girls legs (over vocal protests from Maggie) and laid a firm slap on her tushy. Maggie cried out and worked her fingers below her more urgently. The twisting  of the thermometer was driving her mad—Mandy gave her upturned rump another firm spank, making it quiver. An icy/hot, prickling sting began to settle across her derriere, fueling her desire—Maggie worked her fingers and ground her hips, Nurse Mandy twirling the thermometer and settling into a slow but steady spanking.
     On the table, Maggie shook and writhed, the sensations building inside her, pushing her further and further toward the edge until…
     Her world exploded into white-hot orgasm—Margret’s entire body tensed so hard it shook.
     Tugging the thermometer from her hiney in one quick motion, Mandy examined the numbers.
     “Hmmm… 99.5 degrees… that’s just a little bit high,” she declared, patting Maggie’s vulnerable rump casually. “Looks like we’re going to have to cool you down.
     “You just lay there and relax, honey-bunny,” Mandy said sweetly. Maggie sucked in a deep, shaky breath and tried to steady herself. The afterglow of her orgasm was starting to ebb away, and the humiliation was setting in again. On top of having her temperature taken rectally like a baby, she’d been seen by the whole world masturbating as it happened—while a gorgeous nurse spanked her!  Would she ever be able to live down the shame?
     Maggie was so busy wallowing in her own misery, she didn’t even pay attention to what Nurse Mandy was up to behind her beyond vague shifting and rustling noises followed by the sound of water rushing from the tap.
     “OK, precious,” Nurse Mandy intoned, patting Maggie’s rump affectionately, “this might feel a little strange, but Nursy wants you to just relax and go along with it.”
     Maggie peeked back over her shoulder. She nearly fainted when she saw the massively bulging enema bag hanging from an IV pole behind her. To her right, Nurse Mandy was holding the thick, black nozzle in one hand and greasing it with KY with the other.
     “Oh no,” she croaked, near tears. “Please don’t…”
     “Baby, you hush!” Mandy chided, delivering a brisk spank to her bare bottom. “Baby needs this to make her all better,” she giggled sweetly, reaching out to part Maggie’s cheeks with her left hand. Maggie gulped, curling her toes into little fists as the nozzle got closer and closer.
      “Relax, honey,” Mandy repeated softly, waiting for the patient to let out a shaky breath before she pushed the nozzle home.
     Maggie’s mouth dropped open, but she was unable to emit  anything other than a series of squeaks and mews. From behind her there was a click, and she gasped, her adorable pink mouth forming into a shocked ‘O’ as the water began rushing into her.
     “It’s OK, baby; it’s for your own good,” Mandy cooed seductively behind her, patting her bottom soothingly.
     Maggie squealed and groaned and kicked her feet against the padded table. She was mortified to discover she was getting horny once more. Her reputation and dignity already in tatters, this time she had fewer qualms about reaching down to pleasure herself. She gurgled and moaned and rubbed her clit, sticking her ass up in the air behind her and twitching her rump excitedly, the enema hose twitching behind her like a tail. The nozzle twisting and waggling in her asshole provided even more stimulation, driving her arousal to greater and greater heights. Meanwhile, the water was rushing inside her, filling her with a wonderfully warm feeling. For a moment, Margret entertained an absurd vision of herself being blown up like a human water-balloon.
     “Good girl!” Mandy praised her, simultaneously stroking her hair tenderly and rubbing and patting her bottom. “See, babykins? It’s not so bad.” She bent down and kissed Margret’s cheek. Maggie moaned and gurgled, Mandy’s breath all hot and moist in her ear. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and all her modesty and misgivings were washed away in a sea of pleasure.
     “All done!” Nurse Mandy said sweetly, popping the nozzle from her anus. She set the bag, hose and nozzle aside, then returned to the table. Maggie wasn’t even trying to hide her desperate attempt to get off again—she was feverishly pleasuring herself and humping the table beneath her. Mandy grinned and patted her backside.
     “Turn over, babykins,” she instructed. Margret complied with a groan, heaving herself onto her back. She looked down at herself, saw her belly all full and swollen, and could only stare in disbelief. The pressure inside her colon was now becoming apparent, and her pussy, still hot and moist was crying out for attention. Nurse Mandy approached from the side and knelt down close.
     “Shhh,” she hushed soothingly, leaning in close to kiss her face. Maggie squeezed her eyes shut and tried to relax, but the enema was burbling warmly inside her—she tightened her pucker as hard as she could.
     The Nurse trailed her fingers down between Maggie’s breasts, coming to rest on her distended belly, which she stroked and patted gently. “That’s it, sweetheart. Hold it for Nursey.”
     “I really gotta go,” Maggie whined, tightening her butt-cheeks and squirming on her back.
     “Shhhh,” Mandy whispered, kissing her sweetly on the mouth. “It’ll be alright. You can go potty soon; there’s just one thing we need to take care of first.” She smiled and kissed the squirming Margret, her hand trailing downward even further, until she was stroking the girl’s clit.
     It was the final straw; the combination of the internal pressure and Nurse Mandy’s teasing manipulations pushed her over the edge—Maggie’s world exploded into orgasm once more. he shook and sighed and squeezed her buns as tightly as they’d go.
     “Good girl,” Mandy sighed in Margret’s ear. “Are you ready for the potty?”
     “Yes!” she whined. “Please, Nursey!”
     “OK sweetie,” Mandy said, helping her off the table, “just hang on—you’re almost there.”
     Nurse Mandy helped Margret across the cold tiles. Maggie baby stepped as quickly as she could, clenching her butt-cheeks tightly as she tip-toed behind the nurse. She could already imagine slamming her butt down on the toilet, releasing the water which had been pumped into her, and relieving herself of the sharp cramps puncturing her belly.
     “Here we go Maggie,” Nurse Mandy said with a small giggle. Maggie looked up, confused—they hadn’t even left the examining room yet, where was she supposed to—
     And then she saw it—the same huge pink potty that the unfortunate Alice had been forced to use for her explosive bowel movement the night before. “No!” She cried, suddenly struggling against the nurse. “Not that! Please! Take me to the toilet!”
     “Toilet?” Nurse Mandy repeated with a derisive laugh. “You’re much too small for that sweetie! You need to sit on the potty where Nursey can supervise! Now come along,” she said, delivering a sharp swat to Maggie’s clenched tushy, “let’s go baby. If you make a mess, Nursey will be very upset and have to spank your bare bottom!”
      Margret tried to resist, desperate to maintain a shred of dignity—but she’d reached the limit of her constitution. She needed relief now!
     Spurred on by another playful spank from Mandy, Margret pranced across the floor as quickly as she could while squeezing her buns with all her might. Slamming her rump down on the pink plastic potty with an ecstatic sigh, the water splashing out of her immediately—the  long gush giving way to a mortifying fart, followed by a thick, lumpy thundering out of her and splattering noisily into the bowl below.
     There was a brief moment of quiet, and she thought for a second that she might be done. But another cramp emerged, her colon filled, and Maggie turned bright red as she began to blast another watery gush. “That’s it baby,” Nurse Mandy whispered. She reached down and began massaging her stomach gently, pressing and rubbing her distended abdomen.
     Maggie blasted another mushy, gassy torrent into the bowl, reddening as Nurse Mandy praised her. “That’s a good girl!” Mandy said, “you make a nice big present for Nursey!”
     Maggie obliged her with a sizable fart, another sloppy mess exploding into the potty beneath her. Mandy continued to massage her tummy, but her hand kept getting lower and lower, until she was playing with Maggie’s pussy once more.
     Maggie groaned—another major load came thundering out of her. “That’s it!” Mandy cooed brightly, kissing her temple. “That’s a good girl! Make a big mess for Nurse Mandy!” She rubbed faster and faster—Margret groaned passionately and bucked against the nurse’s fingers, opening herself and letting the mess E-X-P-L-O-D-E out of her freely, and soon Maggie had her third orgasm of the afternoon; seated on an oversized potty, farting out a huge, noisy dump.
     Eventually, she sputtered to a finish—with a shaky groan, she leaned forward, trying not to breathe through her nose as a hideous stench had descended over the room like a shroud, and huddled over, shivering.
     “OK, sweet-cheeks,” Mandy said with a smile, “let’s get you into a fresh diaper.
     Maggie began to sob softly, but allowed Mandy to help her from the potty with no resistance. With a box of nearby baby-wipes, Mandy wiped her bottom with practiced care, and Margret could only stand by and blush. Taking her by the hand, Mandy led her out of the examining room and into a darkened room where a simple cot awaited her. Helping her up onto the bed, Mandy quickly popped a soother into Maggie’s mouth before sliding a thick diaper under her squirming bum. Powder came next, and Maggie sighed and tried to enjoy the sensation of having it rubbed and patted into her bottom.
     The diaper was pulled up snugly between her legs and taped tightly around her waist.
     Maggie sucked her pacifier and sobbed quietly—how had she lost control of her life so quickly?!
     Nurse Mandy bent down and kissed her forehead. “Awww… Poor baby…” she kissed Maggie’s forehead and stroked her hair. “The Master says you can have the rest of the afternoon to relax…” she smirked. “And he wants me to do whatever it takes to make you comfortable…”
      She kissed Maggie full on the lips, slipping her tongue into her mouth. She trailed her hand down Maggie’s stomach and into the front of her diaper…

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