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.
