Friday, 26 December 2014

The Humble Games- S02 E01 (Part Four)

Chapter Four

Although it hadn’t even been ten minutes yet, Rachel felt as though she’d been squishing around in her messy diaper for hours. She tried to focus on her work, but between the ooey-gooey mushiness in her diaper and the poopy odor that was beginning to hang over the office, it was almost impossible. She looked at the clock and huffed… how long was it going to take for him to get here, anyway? She stared blankly at the page in front of her praying for The Master to show up… and fearing what would happen when he did.
     But mostly, Rachel noticed she was being distracted by strange, new feelings welling up inside her diaper. Squirming around in a sloppy, stinky pamper was disgusting, there was no denying that… so why was it starting to feel so damn good? She stopped what she was doing and wriggled her butt firmly in her chair, trying to focus on how gross it was… so why couldn’t she stop?
     A sharp rapping at her door made her jump. “W-who’s there?” she called softly.
     “Diaper-gram for a big girl on her first day of work!” she blushed furiously, hurrying across the office. She recognized the Master’s voice, and she was desperate to get him inside and get the diaper change over with (preferably before he announces it to the entire office, she thought bitterly, tearing the door open and pulling him inside.) “Well well,” he said, checking his watch with a grin, “you’ve been here all of ten minutes and you’re already using up one of your changes. Not the best start I’ve ever seen, sweetheart…”
     “Shut up!” she snapped, blushing. His condescension made her want to punch him in his smug, smarmy face. “What took you so long?!” she tried to keep her squirming to a minimum. Her pamper was sagging behind her, and the contents were rapidly growing cool and clammy.
          “I’m not at your beck and call, my dear,” he informed her smoothly. “You’re just one of several projects I’ve got on the go at the moment.”
     Rachel muttered under her breath. She realized she was more than ready for a new diaper… so much so that the thought of submitting to a change, as a grown woman hardly even bothered her. She willingly discarded her skirt when he instructed, and soon she stood before him, every inch the carefully dressed and groomed business woman, her make-up immaculate, blouse clean and pressed, and a pair of sporty black heels to top everything off. She wouldn’t have looked out of place in the office of any Fortune 500 company… except that below her blouse, she was wearing nothing but a big, loaded diaper around her waist… as saggy and smelly as anything a two-year-old would wear.
     “Now,” he said, “are you sure you’re finished?”
     She gaped at him dumbly for a moment. “Sorry?”
     “Are you sure you’re done? Wouldn’t want to get into a fresh diaper and have to mess it up again right away... I think you should give another great big push,” he grinned, “just to make sure you’re totally empty.”
     Rachel stared at him, opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again right away. What could she say? She knew he was right… it was just the way he spoke to her that made her bristle. I’m not a stupid kid, she pouted to herself. She briefly toyed with telling him as much, but quickly thought better of it… he’d probably just laugh in her face anyway. Vividly aware of his eyes on her, Rachel spread her legs a bit and bent her knees, sticking her bulging, diapered rump out behind her before she started grunting.
     She sighed, a tell-tale hiss emerging as she soaked her diaper with a warm, wet gush. A loud, quacking toot emerged; Rachel blushed and shuddered when she realized she was messing herself again.
     “Oh my!” The Master commented with a grin. “You making a mess in your britches, honey?”
     “You know I am!” She snapped, before emitting a startled “Uh!” With her heart fluttering in her chest like a frightened bird, she felt another gooey surge splattering into the seat of her diaper, which was growing heavier and saggier by the second.
     “All done now?”
     Rachel nodded stiffly. He opened his briefcase, removing the changing supplies. She almost laughed-- it was just so absurd.
     She watched, blushing, shifting from foot to foot as he spread a plastic mat out on the floor. “Plunk your little bottom down, sweetie,” he instructed with a smile, patting the mat. Rachel’s nostrils flared at his condescending tone, but there wasn’t much she could say… not with her diaper all steaming and droopy behind her. Slowly, hesitantly, she lowered herself down to the surface, wincing as she felt the load compressing beneath her bottom once more. Soon The Master loomed over her, oversized pamper in one hand, wipes in the other, grinning sardonically: “ready for your change, dear?”
     Rachel realized she was pouting childishly, but she just couldn’t help it. “Yes,” she said (with what she’d intended to be quite dignity, but in actuality sounded more like a sulky teenager.) She lay back and passively allowed him to remove her shoes, and soon she had nothing on below her waist except for the heavily soiled diaper. Rachel felt a rush of childhood memories as she watched him tower above her with a weird mixture of anticipation and dread—from this angle, he seemed absolute and all powerful… and from her vantage, squirming on her back in the middle of her office, half naked, about to have a dirty diaper changed, it was impossible to feel anything other than totally helpless.
     He was down on his knees in an instant, and she heard the diaper tear open and the cool breeze of the AC in such quick succession that they seemed to have happened at the same time.  She lifted her head and chanced a peek downward, nearly fainting when she saw that she was now squirming around naked on an open diaper… open, and visibly messy. The poopy stench increased ten-fold, but The Master never lost his smile as he went to work with the wipes. She felt him enfold her ankles in one massive palm, before her legs were lifted, exposing her messy hiney. Rachel tried to stifle a sigh, slowly closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of having her butt wiped.
     It was certainly embarrassing, there was no question of that. However, she couldn’t deny that it felt absolutely heavenly to get clean again… if only I didn’t have that strange compulsion to suck my thumb, she thought as The Master passed the soft, wet cloth between her butt-cheeks, where the mess was really caked in, I might even be able to relax a bit.
     By the time he’d gotten the mess cleared away, Rachel was forced to admit the sensations she was feeling weren’t entirely objectionable-- even the embarrassment left a pleasant tingle, like a private joke shared between friends. The wipes felt wonderful and he wielded them skillfully, clearing away the mess with sure, gentle strokes.
     “I certainly hope you remembered to lock the door,” he said in a low tone, “it would be embarrassing to be caught getting your diaper changed on your first day of work.”
     She groaned in agreement, cheeks flushing bright red at the thought. But there was nothing she could do about it now. She sucked in a shaky breath and tried to relax; The Master took her by the ankles and hoisted her curvy butt into the air once more so he could slip a fresh diaper under her. Rachel couldn’t suppress a contented sigh as her newly washed tushy hit the clean, fresh padding of the thick and thirsty diaper.
     “Oh,” she whispered contentedly, squirming her bare bottom on the seat of the open diaper and luxuriating in the feel of its soft thickness against her freshly powdered buns. She felt a giddy combination of embarrassment and freedom at being so exposed and helpless. Rachel had to suppress a groan of disappointment when she felt the diaper tugged up tightly over her privates, sealing her in beneath layers of soft plastic. She realized she was practically panting, and made a conscious effort to slow her breathing.
     “There now,” The Master said, patting the front of her diaper and making her twitch, “doesn’t that feel much better?”
      Rachel could only nod, dazed. On her back in the middle of the floor, feelings of warmth and contentment warred with mortification and a profound sense of helplessness.
     “What a good girl you were for your diaper change,” he said, with a patronizing smile that made Rachel squirm and blush. “Such a good little girl,” he said, and started tickling her belly. Rachel squealed and giggled furiously, trying to keep the noise down. “Yes you are! You’re just such a well behaved little-lady when you’re getting your diaper changed!”
     Without warning, he bent down and blew a loud raspberry on her bare stomach. Rachel screamed with laughter, writhing and giggling helplessly on the floor as The Master easily tickled her into submission.
     “OK, dumpling,” he said, rising suddenly, “time to get back to work… it’s not all diaper changes and tickling, you know.” He helped her to her feet and gathered his things into his briefcase. Rachel watched, dazed, still clad in nothing but a diaper below the waist. She sat on the edge of her desk and struggled to catch her breath. Soon The Master was packed and ready to go. “That’s one down, two to go,” he reminded her gently, and Rachel nodded, not able to make eye contact.
     “Knock ‘em dead, kid,” he said as he left, and Rachel was alone again.
     Slowly, she picked up her skirt and slipped it on over her pamper. To her dismay, this one seemed even thicker than the last; she frowned when she realized she could see the outline through her skirt. She waddled her way around the back of her desk and practically fell back into her chair. It had been a strange end to a strange morning.
     Frowning, she tried to take her mind off of it by turning her attention to work.

Thursday, 18 December 2014

The Humble Games- S02 E01 (Part Three)

Part Three

“Hi, I’m Chad.”
     Oh my God, he’s so hot, Rachel thought to herself, plastering a fake smile on her face and trying to keep her squirming to a minimum as she shook her new boss’ hand. “Nice to meet you,” she said, as cheerily as she could under the circumstances.
     “Well, I’m sure you’re dying to get to it,” he said with amiable sarcasm, “but why don’t I show you around the office a bit first,” he said, rising and leading her toward the main office.
     “Sounds great,” she said with as much enthusiasm as possible, praying that he couldn’t hear her guts burbling and churning.

     “The conference rooms are down here,” he said, gesturing vaguely. Rachel smiled as best she could, trying not to waddle as she kept her butt cheeks clenched tightly—her last defense against having a major, messy accident right in front of Chad. Worse, she realized that the slight crinkle that had been following her around outside was very noticeable inside the quieter parts of the office… Rachel had to carefully match pace with Chad lest he notice the crinkle.
     They paced down hallway after hallway, Chad introducing her to people whose names she would never be able to remember and pointing out the break and bathrooms (Rachel swallowed, the ladies room door taunting her like a mirage in the desert.) Chad was giving her a rundown of some of the security procedures when he abruptly stopped in the middle of the hallway, forcing Rachel to slam on the breaks. She watched him cock his head a bit. “Did you hear something?”
     Rachel’s heart plummeted—she redoubled her efforts to control her bowels and forced a smile. “No, I don’t think so…”
     “Kind of a crinkle, like a plastic bag or something?” he insisted, listening for it. Rachel sweated and forced herself to stand still.
     “Crinkle? No I don’t hear anything like that.”
     He listened for another moment, then shrugged. “Guess I must’ve imagined it,” he said simply. “Anyway, follow me to your office.”
     Rachel nodded and trailed after him as quickly as she could.

     “Well, here you go,” he said at last, showing her into her office. It was modest, but nice, neat—and above all private, which was exactly what Rachel was looking for. She was dripping with sweat, her tummy grumbling and gurgling audibly, and the mess was being held inside her by willpower alone. “We’ve left a couple of proposals on your desk; go over them, take a few notes, and be ready to tell us what you think at the meeting at the end of the day—sound good?”
     “Oh yes—that sounds perfect, thanks,” she said, trying to be as polite as possible as she shooed him out of her office. Poor Rachel was practically prancing in place, and she could feel her sphincter starting to fail.
     “Great! Well I’ll let you get to it. Good luck.”
     “Thanks!” she said, covering a small, involuntary leak from her anus with a little enthusiasm.
     He smiled at her, flashing a set of perfect teeth, and Rachel felt herself swooning… If I shit myself in front of him, she thought, unable to force herself to even contemplate what would happen if she did. At last he disappeared, shutting the door behind him.
     “Oh thank God!” Rachel uttered, sticking her rump out and preparing to cut loose into her diaper…
     The door flew open, and Rachel was so startled she actually leaked a little more poop into her diaper with a gassy accompaniment, but she somehow managed to regain her control. With her buns clenched so tightly they shook, Rachel forced a smile and bleated out a far too enthusiastic “hi!”
     “Just one more thing,” he said, apparently oblivious to her distress. “It’s Walter’s last day today, we’re going for pizza at lunch—we’d love you to come!”
     “Sounds great!” she said through gritted teeth. I’ve got about eight seconds left, she thought, sweating, her anus quivering, and then I’m going to completely explode in this diaper…
     “Terrific! I’ll see you then,” he said, turning to go. He touched the door knob tentatively. “Door open or…?”
     “Closed!” she almost shouted. “Please!” she added sweetly with a smile, praying he wouldn’t notice anything amiss.
     With a grin, he swung it closed behind him. Rachel relaxed her sphincter…
     Instantly she filled her diaper with a large, gooey mess, followed immediately by a noisy, gaseous eruption. “Oh!” she cried softly to herself, sticking out her butt and exploding into the waiting pamper, blushing when she felt it fill and sag with the most embarrassing sounding flatulent accompaniment she’d ever heard. Doubling over with cramps, Rachel gritted her teeth and bore down, going red in the face… she knew, as the strong, distinctive scent of a messy diaper filled the air, that if anyone walked in right now she’d be ruined. But as her body began pushing out another wave of thick, smelly mushiness into the already loaded diaper, she knew she couldn’t make it over to the door to lock it… not until I’m done here, she thought grimly, grunting and filling her diaper noisily.
     At last, she’d relieved herself enough to scurry over to the door, her bulging pamper squishing behind her, diaper crinkling with every step, and lock her door. Immediately Rachel sighed and relaxed a bit—at least she was temporarily safe. What do I do now? She tried to think back to what The Master had told her in her apartment that morning. Remembering the card he’d given her, she waddled over to the desk as fast as she could before rifling through her purse to retrieve the little white square. Eventually she uncovered it and started dialing the number on her phone. She expected to have to beg the Master to come and change her, but she was surprised by being forwarded to an automatic message: Your call has been logged and is now being reported to the appropriate party,” the cool, mechanical female voice informed her. “Your location is being confirmed via GPS and is being forwarded at this moment. You will be visited in timely fashion in the order in which your call was received.”
     The line went dead. Rachel stared at her phone, worried—how long was she going to have to wait? She sighed and waddled around to the back of her desk. “I guess I might as well start reading these proposals while I’m here, she thought with a sigh. She sat slowly in her chair, groaning as she felt the mess squishing beneath her. I just hope he gets here soon, she thought, taking the first bundle of papers from her desk and reading them over with a sigh.

Thursday, 4 December 2014

The Humble Games- S02 E01 (Part Two)

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Part Two

It had taken her ages to pick out an outfit that was professional enough for the first day of her potentially new job (but loose enough to hide her diaper.) Eventually she settled on a blouse and a skirt that looked professional and alluring but were loose enough to hide her diaper (mostly anyway—she thought she could detect a trace outline in the mirror before she left- she just prayed it wouldn’t be too noticeable.) But now Rachel was making great time on the freeway, and she knew she’d have plenty of time to get there. She was even getting used to the thick, thirsty diaper she had strapped to her rear-end, though the tell-tale crinkle that emerged every time she shifted her butt still made her blush.
     Only now she had a new problem: she’d left in such a hurry, she hadn’t had any time to make breakfast, and now she was starving. What was worse, she felt the strong coffee she’d gulped down earlier burning inside her… and that could mean big problems later in the day, she thought with a blush. She had to get something in her stomach… something to fill her up and soak up a bit of the coffee, before it went nuclear inside her.
     So she quickly pulled into McDonalds, breezed through the line and ordered a sausage McMuffin and (after some torturous internal debate and some scolding from her voice of reason) a small coffee, figuring that it would be fine if she just sipped it slowly throughout the morning.
     But by the time she’d gotten her food and pulled back out on the freeway the traffic had started to thicken, and Rachel cursed her luck, munching her rich, greasy breakfast hungrily and washing it down with dainty sips of coffee. Her head start quickly evaporated, and she studied the clock nervously—it was going to be close. Rachel ate quickly and took anxious gulps of her coffee.
     Soon the coffee that was supposed to last her all morning was half gone. Her hunger was satiated, but now Rachel’s stomach was rumbling for an entirely different reason: the large dose of caffeine she’d consumed in such a short period was making her tummy gurgle and grumble, and she could feel herself getting gassy. Suddenly the car felt very hot, and beads of perspiration were starting to form on her forehead. She turned up the AC and tried to relax, but the burbling in her bowels continued to nag at her. She suddenly realized she’d neglected to have a bowel movement before she’d left, and cursed her luck, frowning about the mess she no doubt had brewing in her… a mess she would now have to make in her diaper, unless she wanted to risk incurring the displeasure of the Game Master. She shivered at the thought, recalling what she’d seen him do to those who’d challenged his authority on TV. Oh God, she thought bitterly, what’ve I gotten myself into?
     Rachel shifted and squirmed her rump uncomfortably. The bulky, crinkly padding around her loins had grown quite hot, and the constant, nearly involuntary wriggling of her bottom in the warm, sweaty confines of her pampers wasn’t bringing any relief. She cranked up the AC, but the inferno was inside her, burning, making her bowels percolate wildly. Her guts felt swollen like an over-stuffed sausage, and her bladder, she realized for the first time, was on the verge of bursting. She fought it as well as she could, but it quickly became apparent that she was going to have to choose between keeping her pampers dry and keeping them clean. It was no choice at all for Rachel—the thought of having to introduce herself around the office with a loaded, stinky diaper under her professional attire was simply too horrible to contemplate. With a long, shaky sigh, she spread her legs and tried to relax and just let go. But her bladder was being stubborn, so she had to push a bit, forcing out a tiny trickle into the soft diaper under her.
     Rachel blushed, the cottony padding beneath her growing warmer and damper by the second as the stream of urine grew stronger. She bored down and pushed, emitting a grunt as she did. Her efforts were rewarded by a strong gush of urine, accompanied by a sizable fart that rumbled nosily, even through the seat of her diaper. “Oh!” she exclaimed quietly, her cheeks flaring quite red. The sense of relief was fantastic, and Rachel allowed herself a soft sigh—her stomach was still giving her trouble, but at least she didn’t have to worry about her bladder anymore.
     No sooner had she finished then the traffic started moving again. Rachel glanced at the clock and breathed a sigh of relief… cars were moving at a decent clip, and it looked like she was going to have plenty of time. Her stomach roared, reminding her of her predicament—quite unnecessarily, in her opinion. Inside, her bowels wear aching, wracked by cramps, and within her diapers she felt the pressure growing and growing. Rachel licked her lips and brushed a sweaty lock of hair from her eyes, weighing her options. She briefly thought about just filling her diaper here in the car, then pulling off someplace to call the Master and get a change, but she quickly nixed that—not only would it make her late, she just couldn’t stand the possibility that someone might catch them in the act… having it show up on the internet after the fact was bad enough. Once she was at work and in her office she could “unload” discretely and phone the Master from there (and just pray he was as quick and quiet as he had been in the kitchen that morning.)
     All well and good… provided she could make it. Rachel sweated, gritting her teeth and clenching her cheeks as tightly as she could, desperately hoping that the pressure would subside… but it didn’t, and she began to have visions of her stomach bursting open. She tried to hold it in, but she’d reached the breaking point… Rachel heard herself pass gas loudly, the gooey, bubbling sound barely muffled by the diaper. She was embarrassed, but her relief compelled her to sigh contentedly.
     She continued on down the freeway like this, maintaining a decent speed and occasionally emitting noisy farts into her diaper whenever the pressure became too much. It was working pretty well, but by the time she’d pulled into the parking lot, Rachel knew she was quickly reaching the end of the line—her next fart could bring disastrous consequences. She got out of her car and wobbled toward the front door as best she could while straining her backside mightily. Rachel cursed, swearing she could hear a small, tell-tale crinkle as she walked.
     Too late to worry about it now, she told herself, forcing a smile on her face as she pushed inside.