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.