Friday, 18 September 2015

The Humble Games– S02 E01 (Part Ten-- The Thrilling Conclusion!)

Big thanks to everyone who read and sent in comments and encouragement, and huge thanks to Rachel for letting me use her likeness.

Rachel drove home with all the windows rolled down. Beneath her, the mess sloshing and squishing around in the seat of her diaper prevented her butt from touching the seat like she was sitting on a cushion. The stench had filled the entire car, and Rachel had visions of driving around in a mobile outhouse. She was desperate to get home and get into the shower... but the traffic seemed backed up into infinity. She let out a shaky breath and tried to calm herself.

She knew she should have been mortified... knew that somehow The Master had filmed every humiliating moment-- was probably turning over the footage to his editors right now to be trimmed and put together for the consumption of everyone on the internet... her day long ordeal, out there for every living thing with wi-fi access to see. Soon they'd be watching her, messing her diaper, getting changed in her office, the humiliation of the little girl dress...

The thought filled her with horror... but there was another sensation, deeply buried, at the thought of all those people seeing her undergo her marathon of humiliation. Imagine... all those eyes on me as I fill my diaper and then go up on my own desk to get changed. There'll be lots of men, starring, watching me get my bottom wiped clean by an almost total stranger... and at least a few of them will probably be hot... In spite of herself, the idea had her aroused, and before she knew it, Rachel was squirming and squishing around in her diaper once again.

Just stop it! She scolded herself, trying to focus her attention on the road. But the traffic was heavy, the chatter on the radio inane, and in her loins, a fire had been kindled. It's flames had been doused for the moment, but still the embers simmered, glowing red, waiting to flare up once again. She forced herself to stop wriggling and clenched her jaw, gripping the wheel tightly in her fingers and forcing herself to think about something-- anything-- except the gooey mess in her pants.

So, with sweat dripping down her face in spite of the AC cranked up to full and the car inching slowly through traffic like an old turtle, Rachel chewed her lips, humming and drumming her fingers on the wheel along with the radio, and forced herself not to thing about the muddy ooze squishing beneath her buttocks and between her cheeks.

At last she was pulling into her spot at home and, after thoroughly checking to see that the parking lot was clear of witnesses, she scurried across the pavement, vividly aware of the big mushy dump squishing in the seat of her oversized pamper with every step, and bolted up to her front door. Her hands were shaking so hard that it took her a moment to get the key in the lock, and then she was pressing too hard to make it turn. It was hot outside, hotter still inside her diaper, and the big, muddy mess in the seat was even hotter than that-- Rachel was sure she would feel it beginning to bubble and boil against her butt if she didn't get inside soon. And maybe it's my imagination, she thought, twisting the key futilely in the lock, but I swear the heat is making the smell worse.

Finally the lock gave, and she practically tumbled inside and slammed the door shut behind her. She fell back against it, not even wincing at the way it squished against her rump, and emitted a prolonged sigh of relief, and even found herself chuckling a bit. She'd made it! An entire day in diapers at work-- at least half of them in a messy and sagging one, and she'd escaped without being caught! The reality of being humiliated on the internet at some point in the future was something she'd deal with when it came-- for now, she'd just bask in the simple glory of a hard-won victory.

And there was still the matter of her prize-- she'd been thinking it over and she had some ideas... She wondered briefly how he would contact her... but that that could wait too. Right now, there was just one more thing she wanted to do-- and surprisingly, it's wasn't get her diaper off. She'd been struggling against the shameful arousal she'd been feeling all day... but now, at home, she could treat herself to a nice, slow session with her hatachi-- and she was just dying to find out how it would feel through her messy diaper. After all I've been through today, I think I've earned it, she thought with a lazy smile, making her way into the living room and switching on the light.


Rachel nearly had a heart attack when the Master appeared from the darkness in front of her, flanked as always by a pair of attractive female assistants. Somewhere, music began to play, and above her head confetti and balloons appeared from nowhere to rain down on her.

“Congratulations Rachel,” he said, wading through the confetti to shake her hand. “You survived your challenge under extreme pressure!”

“I-- Huh?” still dazed a from her ordeal and the shock of the Master's macabre surprise party, Rachel was having a hard time gathering her thoughts.

“Now,” he said, totally ignoring her confusion, “I know it's getting late and you probably want to get out of that stinky pamper,” he said with a sardonic grin, making her blush, “but now it's time to choose-- just what will be your fabulous prize?”

She shifted from foot to foot, well aware that the Master and his assistants were watching her. She'd only given it the vaguest of thoughts... the only thing she could think of at that moment was a fresh diaper-- but she knew that would be foolish. She stammered for a moment before finally, tentatively, she began to speak: “Well... I want to keep the job-- no... I want a promotion! In fact,” she said, beginning to warm up, “I think I should be the head of development! With an expense account! And a company car! And a cute manager working under me-- someone like Chad,” she thought, blushing as she flashed back to her earlier thoughts of her handsome boss changing her diaper.

The master made a strange gesture. “Your wish,” he said as reality began bending around him, “is my command.”

Rachel felt an odd rush of vertigo-- around her the world began to bulge and compress... she felt great pressure, like the universe was collapsing in on her, and for a moment she was worry she'd be crushed flat.

The world grew dark.

“Rachel? Are you OK?”

Rachel blinked her eyes open... her jaw popping open when she realized that what she was looking at was entirely different from what it had been seconds ago... she felt a moment of nightmarish disorientation, and for a moment she was fighting the urge to throw up. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to steady her breathing.

“Rachel?” She recognized the voice, she knew-- her mind began working to place it. It was so hard to separate what was real from what wasn't... and she could feel new memories forming on top of the old ones.

When she opened her eyes, Chad was looking at her, concerned. “Are you feeling alright?”

She smiled at him-- things were starting to solidify... yes, she remembered now. She was meeting with some junior executives, hearing pitches for a new show. Chad was there-- he was always there, she told herself with a smile, her steady right hand, executing her orders without hesitation. And that wasn't all-- she was still hazy on the details, but she knew that they had a 'close' relationship, and she could picture herself nude and squealing ecstatically before him on multiple occasions.

“Yes,” she finally stammered, “yes... I think I'm just tired after lunch,” she said with a smile, drawing some warm chuckles from around the room.

“Well, I think we're almost done here,” Chad said. He looked to the duo across the table. “Right?”

“Absolutely-- we'll leave a copy of the proposal with you.”

“That's fine,” Rachel said in her best boss voice, enjoying herself immensely. “Why don't you speak with my receptionist about setting up another meeting, maybe sometime next-- OH!” She cried, cutting herself off when she felt a sharp cramp in her side.

“Are you OK?” Chad asked gently, and, she thought, far too casually. Rachel began to get a sick feeling.

“Y-yeah,” she managed, hoping that it was just a passing thing. “Sorry... I just--” She cut herself off again with a gasp, a strong, sharp cramp tearing into her belly. Suddenly it felt very hot in the conference room... She tried to deny it, but there was no question: she had to move her bowels-- soon!

She had a sudden claustrophobic sensation, like the walls were closing in on her. She tried to give no sign of her distress, but there was something wrong-- the simple urge to take a dump was quickly mushrooming into a full-blown emergency. If the urge continued to grow at this rate, it would be uncontrollable before she could even reach the door. Sweat popped out on her forehead and she became aware that Chad was watching her with concern... but not surprise. Likewise, the pair of underlings across the table seemed more fascinated than anything. She felt a gently, tickling warmth spreading beneath her bum... she gave a strangled cry when she realized she'd been pissing herself for at least three or four seconds before she'd noticed.

She clenched her buttocks and strained every muscle, trying desperately to keep herself clean. She looked into the bemused faces of the two producers on the other side of the table, supposedly her inferiors, as they looked on, mildly amused as she flexed her anus with all her might in a desperate last ditch effort to maintain her dignity.

A fart rumbled in her diaper, mercilessly razzing her efforts to save face in front of her underlings-- one of the juniors across the woman said “oh my!” and covered her mouth, though whether in disgust or to stifle a laugh Rachel wasn't entirely sure. Meanwhile, Chad looked at her with a small smile that was at once knowing, understanding, and contained just a hint of 'I-told-you-so.'

“This is why I generally advise against having a meeting right after lunch,” he said, drawing good-natured chuckles from around the room. Rachel gasped and looked at him, outraged and humiliated that he would call attention to it! She gathered her thoughts, preparing to scold him, when she noticed an all-too-familiar thick, goopy feeling around her tushy. A slight wriggle of her rump confirmed she was sitting in something hot and gooey... and there was more of it, spreading out across her rump, coming right out of her--

A sharp cramp in her belly lead to another ghastly explosion in the seat of her pants, and Rachel emitted an involuntary grunt as she felt the back of her pants filling with a thick, mushy mudslide. No-- not pants. Whatever she had on, it was thick and hot and plastic...almost like--

“Time for a diaper change, boss?” Chad asked without irony. He stood and helped her from her chair... numbly Rachel allowed herself to be helped to her feet. She saw the pair across the table snicker, and looking down, she let out a sharp little cry of embarrassment-- above her waist, she was wearing a designer blouse and jacket that must've cost a fortune... below that, she was clad in nothing but a massive, bulky disposable diaper, and high heels. She fought the urge to reach down and try to cover herself-- she knew she'd just look silly in the attempt, and besides, nobody seemed particularly surprised to see her in such a state-- in fact, beyond mild amusement, nobody seemed to have much of a reaction at all.

Another catastrophic fart, another hot, gooey surge into the seat of her pampers. Behind her, she felt the seat of her diaper beginning to expand and sag heavily... just like a disobedient two-year old, she thought, bitterly. Chad, quite redundantly, in her opinion, reached out and gave the back of her diaper a little squeeze.

“Oh yes,” he said, “time for a change, and no two ways about it!”

“We'll get out of your hair,” said the young man as the two development execs beat a hasty retreat-.

“Oh, by the way-- I just loved your episode of The Humble Games!” the young woman told her before they shut the door behind them-- Rachel was sure she heard laughter disappearing down the hallway behind them.

Rachel could only stand by gaping-- Loved my episode? She thought, growing pale. But that means that they-- everyone-- must've saw me.. my...

The room began to swim around her, and for a moment she thought she'd faint. New memories were slowly fading in over top of the old ones-- few of them good.

Behind her, Chad was spreading a plastic changing mat out on the floor. He reached out and gave her rear-end a firm pat, squishing the load in her diaper against her rump. Rachel gasped and shivered... she got a sinking feeling when she realized it had given her an electric surge of arousal.”That is certainly a loaded diaper, isn't it?”

“Uhh...” she stammered, her cheeks flaring red-- she had absolutely no idea how to respond.

Luckily, the question seemed to be rhetorical-- Chad continued retrieving supplies from a bulging pink diaper bag with R-E-I-N-A spelled out in baby blocks on the side... my diaper bag, she thought with a shiver. At last he took her by the hand and looked at her expectantly: “Let's go, honey” he said, helping her down to the mat gently. “I want to get you out of that dirty pamper before you get another rash on your tushy.”

Blushing furiously at the idea of getting a diaper rash on her butt at her age (not to mention the thought of Chad dealing with said rash for her-- she suddenly had visions of laying on her tummy, bare ass jutting up in the air behind her so he could rub so ointment into her fanny) Rachel slowly lowered herself to the floor. Another electric surge of arousal coursed through her body as she settled her bulging, messy pamper to the mat, making her shudder. She realized, to her horror, that her pussy was sopping wet, and when Chad looked away to check something in her bag, Rachel couldn't resist the urge to squirm her bottom around in her mess, her heart pounding frantically at the gooey sensations that emerged.

In moments, he was squatting between her legs, tearing open the tapes on her diaper with dramatic flare-- Rachel couldn't help wincing at the noise... it was like it was announcing to everyone in earshot that she was nothing more than an overgrown toddler in a stinky, squishy pamper. She felt the front panel being pulled down, squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden chill on her bare and bald privates, shuddered when she noticed the stench increase ten-fold and cringed when she heard Chad acknowledge this fact: “Phew-wee! No more Thai food lunches for you young lady!”

Rachel groaned and brought her hands up to her face, nearly choking on her embarrassment. When she envisioned an intimate relationship with Chad, this definitely wasn't what she'd had in mind! She forced her head up, forced herself to look down at the dirty diaper that had been taped around her loins, then quickly recoiled with an embarrassed groan when she saw the thick, gooey mess caked inside. She lay, passive and humiliated, as Chad began the long and difficult task of cleaning her up.

Rachel forced herself to lay as still as possible, but couldn't suppress a quivering moan when he took her ankles and lifted them over her head. “Oh man,” he groaned, pulling another wipe, “I think we're going to have to use half the box for this one!” He chuckled. Rachel groaned and covered her face, then squealed when he passed the wipe right up her butt crack. The process was repeated several more times, and by the time he was finished there was an entire pile of soiled wipes to be balled up with the rest of the diaper and discarded. A new pamper was slid under her squirming bottom, powder dusted across her bare crotch and squirming butt, and patted in firmly... in spite of herself, Rachel felt a grin spreading across her face as she savored his hand, soft, yet firm... so reassuringly masculine against her most intimate parts...

All too suddenly, his hands disappeared... they were quickly replaced by the diaper being pulled up firmly between her legs. “There we go,” Chad said gently, sealing the diaper closed around her waist and trapping her. Rachel groaned even was she squirmed her freshly pampered bottom, the plastic of her diaper slipping frictionlessly against the plastic mat beneath her.

Rachel struggled to process it all, but it was simply too big-- how far back did the changes go? How long had she been wearing diapers-- and how long had Chad been changing them for her? How many people knew? She remembered the junior executive's remark about her episode of the Humble Games and shuddered-- what kind of ratings did this new version get, anyway?

He helped her to her feet-- Rachel felt a moment of vertigo and struggled to find her footing a bit. These diapers, even thicker than the last, spread her feet nearly shoulder width apart and forced her to waddle-- just like the toddler she appeared to be from the waist down. Rachel breathed deeply and slowly, trying to calm her nerves, trying desperately to convince herself that this was all some terrible nightmare from which she'd awake any moment.

Chad checked his watch: “Yeah, I think it might be time for a nap anyway,” he said, unceremoniously scooping her up into his arms and carrying her against his hip. Rachel gasped and threw her arms around his neck for support, resting her head against his shoulder and instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist... just like a real baby.

With one arm holding tightly around the waist and the other slipped beneath her so he could cup her well-padded butt, Chad carried her from the room before Rachel could even think to protest. Down the hallway he carried her, just like an oversized sprat, occasionally giving her diapered rump a gentle pat..

On the wall as they passed, Rachel spotted a poster bearing a promotion for the company: Pampered Productions, it announced in large pink letters at the top. Beneath that... Rachel had to strain her eyes to confirm her fears, but there could be no doubt. It was a picture of her, decked out in the same humiliating little girl outfit she'd found herself in when the Master caught her trying to use the toilet earlier. Not only was she the head of production... apparently Rachel was also the company's mascot as well. She wondered how many people had seen the posters and buried her face in Chad's shoulder with a groan.

“Awww, you're ready for a nap, aren't you honey?” Chad asked rhetorically, apparently mistaking her groan of embarrassment for fussiness. Entering the main office, Rachel was mortified to see they were walking right past the other employees as they went about their duties... and aside from the occasional knowing smile in her direction, nobody seemed to react to the sight of their boss being carried through the office in a mondo diaper-- apparently, it was a common sight around here.

At last they arrived at Rachel's office... she tightened her grip around Chad's neck as he switched her off to one arm so he could open the door. He hefted her inside and switched on the lights... Rachel looked around the room with a horrified gasp.

It was a nursery. There was no other way of putting it-- her office, her private sanctum away from her minions, was, not just an over sized nursery, but customized for her specifically: the crib in the corner, the changing table against the wall... they were all sized perfectly to her exact body type. The floor was littered with toys, the crib piled high with stuffies, and the walls painted soft pastel pink and adorned with cartoon animals playing cutely with each other. A modest desk, pushed up against the far wall, seemed to be the one and only concession to adulthood in the entire room.

She gasped as Chad began undressing her-- as embarrassing as it was, she could tell by his business-like demeanor that there was nothing amorous about it-- and she now possessed foggy memories of frolicking naked in front of Chad during diaper changes and while being dressed... even getting bathed by him.

She found herself standing in her office, nude but for her bulging pamper. Chad browsed through the wardrobe against the wall. Rachel watched with goose-pimply skin as he selected a fuzzy pink onsie-- he beckoned her over. “Arms up, babe,” he ordered gently. Rachel obeyed automatically, sticking her hands up in the air and allowing him to tug the onsie over her head. He squatted down and snapped up her crotch... his hands brushing and rubbing against the front of her diaper, and Rachel realized to her horror that she was getting aroused again.

“OK, upsey girl,” Chad said, sweeping her up into his arms with ease and carrying her over to the crib. Rachel felt herself trembling, her pussy positively dripping as he lay her gently among the overstuffed pillows and plush animals. She looked up at him, hungry, pleading, desperate for sexual gratification.

“Oh,” said Chad knowingly, “is someone a tad... restless?” he asked, arching his eyebrow suggestively. Rachel giggled and nodded, already fantasizing about a round of passionate, steamy sex with her former boss turned assistant. Even in a diaper and a crib, the idea was still undeniably hot.

“Oh really?” he chuckled, “Well, I think we know how to take care of that, don't we?”

Rachel giggled and nodded excitedly, sighing lustily and readying herself for his touch.

“Here you go, honey,” he said, reaching beneath her crib and handing her the fanciest battery operated Hitachi vibrator she'd ever seen. Rachel let out a gasp of disappointment and embarrassment. She stammered, but couldn't find anything to say as chad lifted up the bars and locked them into place. She was still stammering when he opened the door.

“Nighty night, honey,” he said, turning off the light. “I'll see you in an hour or so.”

And with that, he was gone, shutting the door behind him.

Alone in the dark, trapped behind the bars of her crib, Rachel clutched the vibrator and ran the events of the past 20 minutes through her mind over and over. The Master had gotten her good-- served up her wish with one final dose of humiliation. How could she look these people in the face? Expect them to follow her orders? The thought of all those eyes on her... watching as she was carried through the office, her thickly padded diaper butt crinkling the entire way... the sheer embarrassment of it, she thought lustily, unconsciously switching on the vibrator.

Tossing herself over on her stomach, she lifted her hips and slid the vibrator beneath her. Pressing her crotch down, she emitted a squeal of delight, and allowed herself to be carried away on a wave of shameful pleasure.

The end

Friday, 3 July 2015

The Humble Games– S02 E01 (Part Nine)

Sorry about the delay on this one, folks. There's just one chapter left after this, so please be sure to let us know what you think.
This couldn't possibly be any worse, Rachel pouted to herself. She felt like an enormous toddler, waddling down the hallway with a big, mushy dump in the seat of her cartoonishly huge diaper, which was straining her skirt to the move too far in the wrong direction and Rachel was sure she'd split a seam. She crinkled loudly with every step, like she had a hundred empty potato chip bags stuffed down her pants...but that wasn't her real problem.
The real problem was the big, hot mess squishing against her tushy with every step... Rachel could feel the muddy pile pressing against her backside, coating her buttocks further with every step... but the eventual clean up or even the thought of being discovered in this infantile and smelly state wasn't the what she was most concerned about. No, what worried Rachel the most was the disturbing, almost debilitating tingle she was experiencing between her legs, spreading across her body in hot, prickly waves with each ooey-gooey squish. She was dripping sweat, her heart somersaulting in her chest. Every fiber of her being wanted to rush back to the bathroom and rub herself to a furious orgasm, but she'd been away for too long already, and she knew everyone must be suspicious. So Rachel pressed on, forcing herself to waddle down the hall as best she could, preying the entire way that nobody would notice anything unusual.

"... And moving on to the fourth quarter, we..." Chad stopped as the door slowly opened and Rachel appeared in the doorway. If she looked in any way disheveled, nobody made a comment on it...that's a positive anyway, she thought bitterly as she waddled back toward her chair.
"Everything alright?" Chad asked as Rachel pulled out her chair and began to slowly lower herself into it.
"Fine!" she replied with a little too much enthusiasm. "Everything's... just..." she trailed off, trying not to grimace as the load in her diaper hit the seat, "absolutely... positively..." she suppressed a shutter as her buttocks made contact with the hot, mushy load and began to slowly sink into it. "... Wonderful," she finished, noting a small quiver in her voice as the mess spurted up between her buttocks. Inside, her heart was throbbing wetly, filling her with giggly, girlish embarrassment, and between her legs her traitorous bitch of a pussy was sopping wet and pleading for some kind of stimulation.
There was an awkward pause. "Well," Chad finally said, "I see you got your notes..."
"Notes?" Rachel answered absently, not understanding the reference until she remembered her excuse. "Oh, the notes!" she said suddenly, cursing herself for returning empty handed. "I...I couldn't find them..."
"But... isn't that them in your hand?"
Rachel startled, realizing she was holding a few sheets of paper in her hand. How did...? The Master, she realized with relief. For a brief moment she was actually grateful to the old bastard, until she realized she had absolutely no idea what was written on these pages she was about to read out loud. "Oh! So they are! Y'know, I swear I'd forget my head if it weren't attached sometimes!" she laughed awkwardly, trailing off when she realized that everyone was staring expectantly at her. Clearing her throat, she began:
"I, uh... I've read over your proposals," she said, nervously reading directly from the page, "and I have to say... I...uh...I'm far from impressed," she continued, now fully aware that everyone was paying attention. "These flaccid, so-called "˜feel-good' reality shows are a total perversion of the genera, designed to appeal to the self-congratulatory instincts of the audience without providing the entertainment value they deserve after a hard day's work, and for this reason they're destined to fail."
She paused uncomfortably, glancing around the room. Every eye was on her, watching and listening with great interest, though whether it was because they were impressed by her gutsy truth-telling or because they were enjoying her public breakdown, Rachel had no idea.
"Here's my two cents," she continued reluctantly, preparing to read out whatever statement the Master had prepared for her. "One of my favorite reality shows of the past few years was... urm... The Humble Games," she forced herself to say, praying that she wasn't blushing. "Though short lived, it was a ratings hit, combining the sex-appeal and schadenfreude that today's audience craves." She squirmed her bottom uncomfortably, the hot, sticky mess squishing beneath her. Damn, this diaper's really dirty, she thought, dismayed when she felt another surge of arousal at the thought. "Fixing up people's houses and giving them makeovers might make viewers feel good for a few hours afterwords, but it's not going to give anyone anything to talk about at the water cooler the next day." I can't believe I'm sitting in the meeting, surrounded by my co-workers, in a seriously poopy diaper, she thought, blushing with embarrassment even as the idea made her pussy tingle. "The Humble Games was entertaining and lively, featuring beautiful, smug people getting their well deserved comeuppance...which is exactly what reality TV should be, because it's exactly what the audience is looking for."
She finished, nervously scanning the room for reaction. Her co-workers stared at her with deadpan expressions, impossible to read. Rachel sweated nervously, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Hmmm," someone said finally. "'The Humble Games...' I vaguely remember that."
"Yeah," said someone else, "kind of a weird one, wasn't it?"
"Very graphic as I recall," said another. "Had lots of problems with the advocacy groups."
"I loved that show!" Debbie enthused brightly before catching herself. Blushing she stammered "I, er, that is, my... friends... were always raving about it."
"OK," Chad broke in forcefully, "so everyone enjoyed this "˜Humble Games...' So what good does that do us?"
"Well," Rachel stammered, hardly able to believe she was even thinking about this, "I happen to know for a fact that the creators are shopping around a new version... and I've got the connections to get us in on the ground floor." I can't believe I'm talking to all these people, in the middle of my first big meeting at my new job, in a loaded, stinky pamper, she thought, desperate to reach down and start masturbating under the table.
Silence... Rachel was aware of her heart beating and the slow ticking of the clock on the wall. "Hmmm... well, get us the info and we'll look into it. And Rachel? Nice job."
She flushed with pleasure and released tension.
Debbie crinkled her nose. "Wow, I don't want to be rude, but something really stinks in here!"
Rachel froze. She forced herself to stay cool and sniff the air with a disgusted look, praying that nobody would connect it with her.
"Yeah, I noticed it, too," said someone else, and soon everyone was crinkling their noses. Rachel was mortified...the diapers had done an admirable job of keeping her stench contained, but nothing could conceal the bio-hazardous material she had sealed up in her pamper forever.
"Oh my God... it smells like a diaper pail!" Debbie said dramatically, covering her nose. Rachel sat there, trying to act as mystified and disgusted as everyone else, but the sensation of her messy diaper beneath her combined with the embarrassing conversation was driving her mad with horniness.
"What IS that?!" someone finally demanded. Rachel was sweating... should she just try to ride it out or should she admit that she was wearing a diaper the was loaded to the brim, positively drooping with poopy behind her. She bit her lip, near combustion with a combination of humiliation and unbearable arousal.
"Oh, you know what?" said Walter, "I think I might have stepped in dog doo on the way back from the pizza place."
The entire room groaned, and everyone climbed to their feet, desperate to escape. Rachel waited just a few extra seconds, until she was the last one in the room. Slowly, shakily, she climbed to her feet. "Ooo! Ah! Oh!" She gasped and squealed to herself as she felt the load in her diaper shifting beneath her. At last she was on her feet, vividly aware of the sticky mess all over her buttocks and up in her crack... and the matching warm, gooey sensation radiating from her pussy. Rachel was suddenly possessed by a nearly uncontrollable urge to rub herself through the front of the took several seconds of deep, shaky breathing to get control of herself. Clenching her fists tightly, she waddled out the door and into the hallway accompanied by the ever present crinkle of her pampers and the squishy load contained within.

Slowly, Rachel eased her way down the hallway, her poopy pamper squishing and mushing beneath her with every step. She wandered through the halls in a daze, forcing herself to smile weakly at the co-workers she bumped into on her way. Fortunately, it was 5:00, and everyone seemed more interested in getting home than in whatever she was doing.
At last, she arrived back at her office. She slipped inside and carefully locked the door behind her. She was desperate to get home, of course; was, in fact, practically dying to get out of this smelly, heavy pamper, climb into the shower, and forget this whole thing had ever happened. The fact that she had won, had in fact made it through an entire day at her new job in thick diapers barely even registered... there was nothing she wanted more right now than to get home and jump into the shower.
Well, almost nothing... There was just one last thing... something she knew she just had to take care of right away, before it got out of control and lead her into some fresh, embarrassing new hell.
She waddled across the floor to her desk, diaper crinkling and squishing the entire way. She eased her way around behind it and pulled out her chair. Taking a deep breath, she turned around, positioned herself carefully, and without any further delay, sat down heavily with an audible squish.
"Ahhhh!" she sighed contentedly, wriggling her tushy around in the mushy mess in her pampers. Before she knew what she was doing, she was already frantically rubbing her pussy through the front of her diaper. She reveled in the delightfully gooey sensations emanating from the seat of her pampers, even as she replayed the events of the day through her mind... all the close calls and near misses... the humiliating accidents... and the naughty thrill of coming so close to being caught...of having her dirty secret exposed to everyone at the office...
It didn't take long for her orgasm to violently overtake her.

Thursday, 12 March 2015

The Humble Games-- S02 E01 (Part Eight)

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Chapter Eight
     “Oh no,” Rachel whispered, looking down to see her skirt slowly receding up her legs, revealing more and more of her thighs. She reached down with a mitten covered hand to tug at the hem, hoping it was just a weird optical illusion. But the longer she looked, the more it became obvious that something was happening… the cuffs of her jacket were sliding up her arms at about the same rate as her skirt, and beneath she could feel her blouse squirming, writhing around against her skin like it was alive.
     “This isn’t happening,” she tried to assure herself, praying it was a hallucination. But the more she tried to take deep breaths and relax, the more pronounced the problem became… her pantyhose melted off her legs between the ankle and the thigh. The bottom parts became thicker and gradually grew white and frilly—ankle socks, she realized to her horror. Her shoes were next, her stylish black heals flattening out and sprouting a dorky little buckle across the top. The toes rounded out, the leather became shiny, and by the time they stopped, Rachel realized they’d become an adorable pair of mary-janes, perfectly suited to a four year old.
     “Oh my God!” she squealed desperately, her skirt inching further up her leg by the second. “Please stop!”
     But the transformation continued at a steady pace, and Rachel had to suppress a scream when she noticed the charcoal color of her suit had developed a series of pink splotches that were quickly spreading. The fabric was changing, thick, hot wool becoming soft silk and satin, her jacket, blouse and skirt merging together, slowly altering itself into something new.
      She felt her legs being spread, her thighs pushed apart by the bulging pad between them, which seemed to be growing thicker. Rachel realized, with mounting horror, that her diaper was pulsating, growing thicker in ever-expanding throbs under what was left of her pantyhose. She emitted a series of embarrassed squeaks when a frilly white petticoat began sprouting under her skirt.
    Watching in the mirror, she fought back a scream as her new outfit began taking shape. It was short, coming down just below the waist, bunches of frilly white petticoats only serving to raise it higher, revealing her still expanding diaper beneath. The final remnants of her pantyhose turned to cloth, a ring of soft lace growing around each leg hole. There was a shifting, squirming feeling on the seat—Rachel turned, bleating dejectedly when she saw three rows of adorable ruffles budding across the back of her diaper-cover.
     When it was finished, Rachel could just stare in the mirror and stammer—the dress was utterly infantile, an almost exact replica of something she might have worn when she was two; pink and white and covered in bows and lace, it was hemmed just below the bust and barely came down below the waistband of her baby-pants. Her diaper bulged absurdly beneath it, puffed out at the crotch, hips and waist like the cap of a giant mushroom. The petticoats raised it even further, and the frilly seat of her pamper was on full display. Beneath, her shiny black shoes and frilly ankle socks looked like something she’s stolen from a little girl’s closet. Once the outfit had settled into its final shape, a frilly pink Easter bonnet appeared on her head with a small pop, drawstrings tight under her chin.
     “Oh! Oh no,” she said, trying to stay calm as she examined her humiliating new outfit in the mirror. “This can’t be happening,” she said aloud, in a quivering voice. As bad as things had been before, they were far worse now... even if she wasn’t dressed like a clown, she was still moments away from having an big messy accident in her diapers. How had things spun out of control so quickly? Mere minutes ago she was a sophisticated, professional woman. Perhaps she’d been forced into a compromising position, but her maturity was never in question. Now, in the space of mere seconds, her entire adult identity had been stolen from her, and the odds of getting home without completely humiliating herself seemed insurmountable.
     “Well well.” She heard the Master’s voice behind her and spun around to see him standing in the corner, grinning malevolently. “I must say, Rachel: I’m very disappointed in you—though you do wear that outfit very well,” he said lustily. Rachel felt herself blushing hotly under her bonnet. She stammered, trying to think of something to say. The Master continued: “I thought you were a good girl, and here you are trying to cheat me! You’ve been so naughty—I’ve got a good mind to put you over my knee and give you a good spanking, young lady!”
     Rachel gasped and stepped back, unconsciously reaching back to touch her thickly padded rump through her frilly baby pants. “No! Please,” she begged in an infantile whine. She pictured herself messing her diaper while she took a spanking over his knee in this gloriously silly outfit—she could see it as clearly as if she was watching it on TV, and the mere thought of it made her want to die from embarrassment. “Please listen! I—I wasn’t actually going to do it! I—I just wasn’t thinking! Please have mercy on me!”
     He seemed to think it over for a long moment, and Rachel hovered on the edge of tears awaiting his answer. Finally he locked eyes with her. “OK, Rachel, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Instead of just giving you the spanking I think we both know you deserve, I’m going to give you a choice: If you stand there in front of me and mess your diaper, and I mean make an entertaining display out of it, I’ll change back your clothes—however, I won’t change your diaper, and since you’re forbidden to touch it yourself, that would mean spending the rest of the day in a loaded pamper.”
     “What’s my other option?” she asked warily.
     “You can go out there as you are and take your chances.” He smiled warmly at her, spreading his hands expectantly. “What’s it going to be, darling?”
    Rachel stammered and stamped her foot, her dress flouncing to reveal her diaper and frilly baby pants. “That’s not fair!” she pouted, blushing when she realized how childish she sounded.
     “Are you giving up?” he asked neutrally. She fumed and pouted for a long moment.
     “No,” she finally spat, “but…”
     “No buts, young lady,” he said firmly, “If you want to try your luck at  staying clean, you need to  sashay that cute, ruffled bottom out there right now… otherwise, you better get to messing those britches, young lady.”
     Actually, the truth was that she didn’t really have much of a choice: she’d been holding it for too long as it was, and she’d more or less reached the end of the road anyway. Inside, her bowels raged and roared, the cramps becoming unbearable. Still Rachel couldn’t force herself to let go, couldn’t relinquish control like that.
     Someone plunged a hot poker into her gut. Rachel doubled over and grasped her tummy—a hot, gooey mess surged out of her and filled the seat of her diaper. She emitted an involuntary squeal, her lips forming into an adorably shocked ‘O.’ The Master burst out laughing; Rachel blushed and grunted—another mushy brown mudslide announced itself with a moist, gooey squelching and slid into the back of her diapers. The seat of her baby-pants bulged under her petticoats, growing heavier and lumpier by the second.
     “That’s a girl!” he encouraged, “turn around and show me how you fill your britches.”
     She complied, slowly turning, bowlegged, to show of the bulging seat of her ruffled panties. A cramp pushed out another wave of sloppy mush nosily into her pamper uncontrollably, the back of her baby pants inflating visibly.
     “That’s my good little girl,” he said condescendingly, reaching out and patting her ruffled bottom. “Push it all out for me.”
     Rachel complied, closing her eyes and grunting shakily, desperate to get it over with. She exploded into her diaper with a sizable fart, the mess spreading across her buttocks. The thick, hot paste stretched the seat of her diaper to the limit, coated each cheek almost entirely and filling her butt-crack. Rachel was sure she’d never been such a mess in her entire life… but she spoke too soon, one more mushy installment exiting her body flatulently and still managing to find space to squish into her pamper. The Master laughed heartily.
     “Very good darling—you followed Daddy’s instructions to the letter!” He reached forward and patted her bulging rump, squishing the mess against her bottom. Rachel groaned and shuddered… she realized that she was beginning to feel a shameful stirring in her loins once more.
     She shot him an angry look. “Can I have my clothes back now?” she demanded, trying to keep her squishing down to a minimum.
     “Already done.”
     Rachel looked down at herself— the clothes she’d picked out that morning had re-appeared exactly as they’d been before. She turned to examine herself in the mirror: it was as though the transformation had never occurred. Well, almost; she noticed that the extra big diaper remained, and she couldn’t help blushing when she saw the way it bulged against her skirt. A quick wiggle of her butt confirmed that the mess was still with her… the sensation of the hot, gooey pile in her pants squishing against her buttocks made her heart throb in her chest, and she felt her pussy moisten.
     “I hope you don’t mind, but I left you in the extra big diaper—I don’t think the other one was adequate to contain your mess,” he said with a chuckle. “Keep the baby pants, too—think of them as a gift.”
     The thought of wearing the infantile baby pants, with the lace and ruffled seat, beneath her professional attire, made her heart go all squishy and sent throbs of embarrassing arousal through her body. She chewed her lower lip and briefly wondered if she had time to sit and…
     “Come on, darling,” the master said, interrupting her thoughts. He took her by the arm and gently lead her to the door, “you can’t hide in here all day… you’ve got to get back to the meeting!”
     “That’s right!” he said, opening the door and ushering her out into the hallway, “you’d better move that stinky little butt!” he swatted her bulging, diapered bottom again. Rachel squealed, the mess squishing against her backside. With a groan and a shudder, she waddled her way down the hallway once more, the diaper crinkling in time with every step.

Saturday, 31 January 2015

The Humble Games-- S02 E01 (Part Seven)

There's still time to get tickets for the raffle!

Chapter Seven
Rachel sat on the blanket, making a small noise as she felt the load compress beneath her buttocks. Strange feelings were radiating outward from her diaper; feelings that made her heart spasm, her tummy flutter, and her private parts moisten and throb. What she really wanted was some time to herself to explore these new sensations… not to submit to a change from some sadistic, satanic TV host with a diaper fetish. She tried to focus on something else—but when he unzipped her skirt and tugged it off, she found herself squirming on the floor, a sexy, ticklish embarrassment breaking out over her body.
     The Master tore the tapes of her diaper dramatically and pulled down the front panel without ceremony. “Phew! You little stinker,” he admonished, smirking and pinching his nose closed. Rachel cringed, vividly aware of the mess squishing beneath her squirming bottom. This is so embarrassing, she thought with a sigh, allowing him to lift her legs and exposed the rounded cheeks of her bum, caked thickly in a gooey brown mess.
     “Just lay still, my little potty-pants,” he said softly, making her shiver. “You’re an awful mess, honey… did that pizza upset your tummy?” He began the long and difficult task of wiping her bottom clean.
     She groaned and shut her eyes. His teasing made her feel all hot and blushy, and she was still steamy from her thwarted masturbation session… Rachel prayed he wouldn’t notice. Clenching her fists and gritting her teeth, she forced herself to lay still and try to think about something, anything other than the embarrassment of her position… and the arousal it was stoking. She dug her nails into her palms and willed herself not to give any sign.
     “There we go,” he said, wiping between her cheeks where the mess was caked in thickly. “Soon you’re going to be all clean. We’ll have you back to the meeting in no time… don’t you worry.”
     “Great,” she said half heartedly, shivering from the cool of the wipe. She blushed furiously when he powdered her butt and patted it into each cheek firmly… his large, strong palm on her vulnerable bare backside  made her feel like she was two years old.
     Her ankles were grasped, her bottom was lifted effortlessly, and a new diaper was slid under her rump.  Rachel found herself blushing furiously as she was once again taped into diapers.
     She sat up with a sigh and looked down at her bulging padded crotch, all gleaming and white. Underneath the bulky plastic, her privates were still buzzing; Rachel closed her eyes and sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm herself before returning to the meeting. The Master helped her to her feet.
     “You better scoot on back, sweetie,” he said, ushering her out the door with a swat to her thickly diapered tushy.
     “Ow! Hey!” she cried. Though the swat hadn’t hurt, it was very embarrassing to have her padded and powdered butt casually spanked like a little girl. She pouted futilely over her shoulder at him, but The Master was too busy gathering his supplies to notice. Rachel reached back to rub her padded rump ruefully as she toddled back to the meeting.
     Rachel suspected her previous diaper had been thicker than the one before it, and she was sure this one was even bigger than that one—her crotch and butt bulged noticeably under her skirt, and the padding between her thighs was so thick, she doubted she could even touch her knees. Worse, the padding threw off her gait, and she was forced the swing her hips and wiggle her butt when she walked… a diaper waddle, she realized with a sigh. The crinkle was definitely noticeable now, not the subtle rustle it had been when she’d walked back to the office after lunch. Every step was accompanied by an audible, plastic crumpling from inside her skirt. Blushing furiously, she waddled down the hall as quickly as she could, desperate to get out of sight before someone happened across her.

     “… And now, looking ahead to next quarter…” Chad finished mid sentence as she re-entered. The room went dead silent, and Rachel was sure she’d see every eye in the room watching her toddle across the room to her seat—if she lifted her gaze from the floor, that was. She waddled across the room, cursing the infernal crinkle that accompanied each bow-legged step. She settled back into her seat and shot Chad an apologetic look, but he just smiled kindly at her and went ahead.
    It took her a moment to get used to sitting with the massive bulk of the diaper beneath her bottom—Rachel had the sensation of sitting on a phonebook, and at first, she felt like she was about to tip over. But she quickly got used to it and settled back in with a smile. She was easily prepared for any questions that might come her way—all she had to do now was ride out the end of the meeting, get her stuff from her office, and get her padded backside home without getting caught… piece of cake, she thought with a smile.. You lose, you sick bastard, she thought smugly, stifling a giggle at the thought of the disappointed look on the Master’s face. What was I ever afraid of? She thought. This was the best decision I ever made—in a couple of hours, I’ll be running this place!
     She settled in, visibly paying attention to every facet, even the stuff that didn’t directly involve her. She listened, making sure to make eye contact with each speaker, and project an air of confidence. Finally, Chad fixed her with his piercing blue eyes and gave her that movie-star smile. “So Rachel—what did you think of the project we left on your desk?”
     She put on her brightest smile and prepared to steal the show. I just hope I’m not too dazzling and wind up intimidating them, she thought, taking a deep breath. “Well Chad, I…”
     A noisy, aggressive bubbling emerged suddenly from her midsection, and Rachel immediately went pale. Oh no, she thought, gritting her teeth against a sharp intestinal cramp, I’ve got to go again! She felt the color draining from her features: Oh God, she prayed, not here, not now! And I’ve used up all my changes! She cursed, feeling her bowels gurgle, percolating inside her, demanding release.
     She sweated and tried to remain calm. Her belly continued to gurgle and cramp… Rachel clenched her buns and prayed that the urge would pass. Realizing that people were beginning to stare, she pressed on. “Well… um… in regards to… uh… that is…”
     An obnoxiously loud burble emerged from her midsection. Rachel blushed, knowing that the others must’ve heard. Inside, she could feel her bowels practically convulsing. She tried to press on, stammering on for another long moment… but it was quickly becoming horrifyingly apparent that she was facing a full blown emergency.  Rachel squirmed her pampered bottom, oblivious to the low crinkle that emerged, and briefly thought of trying to siege on. But further bubbling and spasms from within her belly quickly changed her mind—her butt was a time bomb, and if she didn’t want to humiliate herself in front of her co-workers, poor Rachel was going to have to think of a way out of the room… fast. But how? If she excused herself to the bathroom so quickly after the last time, people might guess that she had diarrhea!
     “Oh! I made some… notes about that! But I… forgot them… in… in my office! I’ll just go get them!” She winced, her voice sounding pained and distressed in her own ears. She hoped nobody else noticed, but everyone seemed to be staring at her as she quickly stood and scurried out of the conference room in awkward, waddling baby-steps, blushing bright red, accompanied by the ever present crinkle of plastic.
     Rachel waddled down the hall as quickly as she could, sweating, butt clenched, diaper rustling noisily in her ears. Her colon spasmed-- she passed gas with a noisy rumble in her pampers. “Oh my God!” she whispered, reaching back to press her hand against her butt, fearing that an accident was imminent.
      She squeezed her sphincter tightly and baby-stepped her way down the hall, “ooo”ing and “ahh”ing the entire way, the strain keeping her perched on the edge of an accident. I can’t believe this is happening, Rachel thought. Even if she did make it to the bathroom and have her accident in privacy, she couldn’t call for another change—she wasn’t allowed to touch her diaper by herself either. She was going to be trapped in a gross, smelly diaper for the rest of the day.
          A strong cramp forced a disgusting noise from the seat of Rachel’s diapers and her bottom lip quivered. She felt like she might have had a small accident, but she couldn’t worry about it now… the ladies room was in sight, and she was making slow, but determined progress towards it.
     Rachel trotted toward the restroom in tiny, waddling baby-steps, grunting and moaning with each stride, clenching her buttocks as tightly as she possibly could. Periodically, she emitted a loud, rumbling fart, barely muffled by her diaper. Her cheeks were red, and she  could only imagine the spectacle she was presenting… she was relieved that nobody was watching, but then felt a stab of cold dread when she remembered she was being recorded (wasn’t she? She hadn’t seen a camera yet. Then again, she’d never seen any cameras or anything on the other series, and The Master hadn’t had any trouble getting any of that on the air…).
     In any case, she had no desire to expose herself to further embarrassment by being seen by her co-workers in this position, so she hustled toward the bathroom, panting and farting, her every move accompanied by the sound of her diaper crinkling.
    She burst into the bathroom and let out a little laugh. But Rachel’s relief was short-lived: now what? She couldn’t actually mess her diaper now—could she? With no opportunity to get changed? What was she supposed to do? Try to hide in the bathroom? Someone would surely discover her. Scurry off home, never to return? That would mean losing the game… not to mention her job. What then? Just head back to the meeting in a loaded diaper and hope no one noticed? Oh lord, she thought, how did I ever get into this?
     And before her sat the toilet, silently mocking her. Here was her salvation, mere moments away— and she was forbidden to use it like a normal person by the decree of an insane TV producer with delusions of grandeur. This is insane! I can’t just stand here and shit my pants with the toilet three feet away, she told herself, I just can’t! Setting her jaw, she hobbled foreword and reached out to grasp the lid, but she found herself unable to… the satin mittens on her hands kept her fingers and thumb pressed tightly together in a bundle. Wait a second, she thought, puzzled. Mittens? Where did those…?
     Gripped by a cold fear, Rachel felt her clothes beginning to move on her body…

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Humble Games FAQ

Some people have commented, written e-mails or private messages with questions, so I thought I’d take some time to answer some of the more common inquiries here:

Are you going to be doing any more one-off/where are they now posts?

In theory, yes-- in practice, I’m pretty busy at the moment, so it could be a while before I get around to doing another one.

Will you ever go back to the “create a character” format from season one?

Definitely not on that scale—it was fun, but it was a lot to have to coordinate.

Will you ever finish season one? Will you tell us what happened to the characters?

I’m not entirely sure right now—I feel crummy about leaving it hanging, and I might “re-cast” the missing role at some point.

How can I be a contestant on the Humble Games?

At the moment I’m still working out the kinks in the new format, so we’re really not actively recruiting. I’ll let you know when I come up with some kind of formal application process.

What kind of contestants are you looking for?

Women who like to show their Brat Pride, and are willing to take a chance to get what they want… at the risk of complete and utter public embarrassment, of course.

No guys?

No, sorry.

I’m a guy and I want to submit a character.

I was thinking about combining the “create a character” format with the one-off stories, and letting people create their own previous Humble Games contestants… but for the moment, you’ll just have to hold onto your ideas, sorry.

 Why are the chapters so short?

Season two is created in collaboration with another person—the chapters are kept short to make it easier for me to keep her in the loop and for her to read and make suggestions (and for me to make any necessary changes). It also means I can make more frequent updates and maintain a more regular schedule.

So there really is a Rachael? Will she ever comment on the story or interact with the audience?

Yes, there is a Rachel and the character in the story really is based on her. I don’t know if she reads it here or not. She likely won’t be commenting or interacting with the audience (for various reasons.) This might change with future players; it’s entirely up to them.

I wrote a comment or an e-mail, and you never posted or responded to it.

That’s not a question.

Seriously, though.

I’m really sorry about that—the reason I didn’t answer your question about the humble games is that I honestly didn’t know what was going to happen: I didn’t want to say we were going to be moving forward and then never post anything again (or vice versa.) I’m sorry I didn’t answer your question—I just didn’t want to raise/dash your hopes unduly.

I hope that clears up everything, if you've got any more questions please comment or write in with them.

Thanks for reading everyone!

Thursday, 15 January 2015

The Humble Games-- S02 E01 (Part Six)

We're into the homestretch, and things are heating up... please keep the comments coming!

Chapter Six

     “Ready for the meeting?” Chad asked when Rachel arrived in the conference room, keeping her steps small to keep the crinkle to a minimum.

     “I think so,” she said with a nervous smile, and he chuckled.

     “Nothing to it… it’s you’re first day, so we’re going to go easy on you. Just be ready to answer any questions we might ask. Sound good?”

    “Uh huh,” she said, smiling brightly. This was going to be a cake-walk. She’d gotten through the afternoon with only a few squirts of pee and she’d been careful to avoid drinking anything that might upset her bladder. Her only concern was the fullness in her belly left over from her big lunch—it might cause her some problems later on, but she figured she’d be fine until she got back to her office, at least. She followed him down to the conference room and took a seat with the others.

     “OK,” Chad said, taking his place at the head of the table, “let’s get started.” Rachel tried to look engaged but inconspicuous—now was definitely not the time to thrust herself into the spotlight. Just ride this out and you’re home free, she told herself.

     Unfortunately, the pizza she’d eaten earlier was simply not cooperating, and they were barely 15 minutes in before she felt her tummy beginning to gurgle. Oh no, she thought dejectedly, shifting in her seat and rubbing her belly, praying it was just some passing discomfort.

     The minutes crawled by… Rachel tried to keep her squirming to a minimum, paranoid about her diaper crinkling, but her discomfort was mounting. Her tummy emitted a noisy gurgle; Rachel blushed and gave a shifty glance to either side, hoping nobody else heard it. At the far end, Chad was droning on—she was trying to listen, but the cramped, burning sensation in her bowels continued to build, and soon Rachel was tapping a quiet, desperate rhythm on the carpet with her feet.

     She rode it out as long as she could, sweating and clenching her fists so hard that her nails dug into her palms painfully. Periodically her tummy would burble like a water cooler, and Rachel would blush, her eyes darting nervously around the room to see if anyone noticed. Suppressing a groan, she tried to shift her rump into a more comfortable position, blushing when her diaper gave a telltale crinkle.

     At last, her stomach gave a particularly noisy gurgle, and Rachel’s eyes bulged when she felt the pressure increase to an intolerable degree. Totally beyond her will, she felt her back passage open and release a long, silent fart. Rachel said a quiet prayer of thanks that it wasn’t too loud (and that it had just been gas), but the pressure was starting to build again, and she knew she probably wasn’t going to get that lucky twice in a row. She really didn’t want to draw any attention to herself, but the situation was getting desperate… I’ve got to do something, she thought, and right now.

     She suddenly pushed herself to her feet. “Pardon me for a moment,” she said, baby stepping towards the door, acutely aware that everyone was watching, “I’ve just got to—freshen up a bit.” She hobbled toward the door as quickly as she could, unable to tell if her pamper was rustling or not do to the sound of blood rushing in her ears.

     Once in the hallway, Rachel scurried toward the bathroom, waddling as quickly as her thick diaper and clenched buttocks would allow. She was crinkling quite loudly now, but she didn’t care—her bowels ached and gurgled, boiling away painfully inside of her. The exertion caused her to fart involuntarily; Rachel blushed, trotting and tooting her way down the hall, praying that nobody would see her.

     At last she arrived at the ladies room. She reached out for the knob, passing gas with a greasy rumble as she did. Rachel became aware of a moist, gooey sensation between her buttocks, and realized with a fiery blush that she’d just had an accident. It seemed silly to worry about it when she was about to mess herself anyway, but she just couldn’t get away from the embarrassment of it: messing herself on her own terms was far better than having an accident like a little girl just out of training pants… at least, that was what she told herself.

     She threw the door open and bustled inside, slamming it shut behind her. With her hand still on the knob, Rachel frantically thrust out her derriere behind her and relaxed her sphincter.

     Instantly, Rachel exploded into her diaper, a particularly noisy, propulsive fart giving way to a large gush of warm, mushy poop. “Oh!” she uttered, half relieved and half humiliated—this shouldn’t be happening to a healthy woman my age, she thought simply, another muddy gush forcing itself out of her and into the expanding seat of her diaper with a noisy, gooey splatter.

    She elicited a sigh— though she was still filling her diaper uncontrollably, the relief she felt from just unclenching and letting loose was enough to make her cry out. Rachel gritted her teeth, unable even to move as she felt her buttocks part, further installment sliding out of her and into the diaper loudly. She quivered and grunted… her body had taken over the process, pushing out the nasty waste as fast as it could, and her brain was just along for the ride, helpless to do anything but report back on the various physical sensations and feel the corresponding relief and embarrassment. Spreading her legs as far as she could and planting her feet firmly, Rachel dipped her knees into a half squat and grunted, pushing out one final, poopy avalanche into her bulging, saggy diaper. Without warning, her bladder erupted, saturating the front of the diaper and running around under her bum, turning the mess into a hot, mushy slurry.

     For a long moment Rachel simply stood there, drained, taking in deep breaths. The smell was beginning to emerge, faint, but definitely there. Rachel panted for breath and straightened slowly. She could feel the thick, mushy mess pressed against her buttocks, and her diapers were drooping noticeably in the back. It was, somehow, even larger than her first mess, and Rachel was glad the Master had used a bigger diaper—at least it was well contained. Very well contained, she thought, giving her butt an experimental wiggle, giggling and crinkling her nose at the gooey sensations that emerged. It’s so gross, she thought, but also kind of—nice? The feeling of the warm mess coating her backside made her smile—it was just so squishy and comfortable… and warm… and gooey…

     She became aware that she was swaying her hips in a slow rhythm, murmuring to herself as she felt the load slosh around. So warm… and mushy, she thought with a naughty giggle. Too bad I have to get back to that stupid meeting…

     The meeting! She had to get back! She yanked her phone out of her purse and quickly hit the Master’s number, listened to the recording, and hung up. I hope he steps on it, Rachel thought haughtily.

     She paced around the room, swishing her hips more than was strictly necessary. The load in her pamper was undoubtedly gross, but squishing it around did feel quite lovely… All warm and ooey-gooey on my bum, she thought with a naughty smile.

     She felt an electric tingle across her body, the little hairs on her neck standing up stiffly. She hadn’t really realized it, but there were strange, new sensations coming over her, spreading across her body in hot, throbbing waves emanating from inside her diaper, and all at once, Rachel was possessed by the desire to plant her bottom down in her loaded diaper and have a good squish.

     She waddled over to the toilet, giggling as she did. After staring at it for a moment, she reached out and shut the lid before turning. She hesitated for the briefest moment, then slowly lowered the seat of her bulging, drooping diaper onto its solid, plastic surface, letting out a satisfied sigh as she felt the mess compress under her weight, savoring the sensation as it squished everywhere… especially up between her buttocks.

     Rachel wriggled her backside firmly against the lid, shivering as she did so. This is wrong, she scolded herself. I’ve got to stop… what if someone comes in?

     But she just couldn’t quite force herself to stop, and soon she was sighing and mewing quietly to herself. She chewed her lip. I shouldn’t… I can’t…

     But that didn’t stop her from reaching down and rubbing herself tentatively through the front of her diaper. She let out a quivering gasp… it felt even better than she thought it would. I can’t do this, she repeated to herself firmly.

     But it was too late—she was already masturbating guiltily, rubbing herself through the front of her diaper and wriggling her backside to squish and mush the load around in the seat of her well-packed pampers.

     She squeezed her eyes shut and stifled a guilty groan, rubbing the front of her bulging didy and squishing her smelly bottom around in the mess. She savored the sensation, thought back to how it had felt before—to totally lose control and load her diaper, just like a helpless little two year old…

    The door swung open and Rachel gasped, making a totally wasted effort to hide her stinky diaper. She was both relieved and infuriated to see the Master. “What are you up to?” he said, knowingly. Rachel helplessly stammered for an answer.

     “I was just… uh… trying to… um… adjust my diaper into a more comfortable position,” she said lamely, her cheeks flaring a delightful shade of red.

     “Is that what they’re calling it these days?” he said archly. “Ready for a change?”

     “Yeah… I guess,” she muttered, embarrassed and just a little disappointed… why couldn’t he have given me just another couple of minutes? she thought bitterly, her thwarted libido still sizzling away inside her.

     He helped her to her feet. Rachel stood by and watched him spread the changing mat out on the floor, shifting from foot to foot, winching and shivering as the mess squished ever so slightly in the seat of her pants. He looked at her with a wolfish grin.

     “Plunk that messy tushy down, sweetie,” he said, “and we’ll get you all clean again.”


Thursday, 1 January 2015

The Humble Games- S02 E01 (Part Five)

Happy New Year everyone! Here's hoping everyone had a fun time last night; may you all enjoy a safe and prosperous 2015! 

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Chapter Five

     The rest of the morning had been surprisingly productive. Following her “release,” Rachel had thrown herself into the work, desperately trying to occupy her mind. True, she was wading through proposals for schlocky reality shows, but anything was better than thinking about how her day had gone up to this point… or what might happen later.
     So she forced herself into a Zen state, living only in the moment, focusing entirely on the task at hand and vowing to abstain from all food and drink for the rest of the day.  It had worked surprisingly well, and Rachel smiled to herself. The first round went to you, Mister Master, she thought to herself, but I’m going to win the game.
     A knock echoed in the office. “Come in,” she said, and smiled when she saw Chad. “Oh hi,” she said enthusiastically. “Just checking in?”
     “Actually, I just stopped by to see if you were ready to go.”
      She squinted at him, not connecting with what he was saying. “Walter’s last day?” he reminded. “We’re going out for pizza.”
     “Oh… I forgot,” she said quietly, trying not to squirm. She didn’t want to go, knowing that every second she was away from her desk brought her closer to having her diapers discovered. Worse, it would probably mean she’d have to break her no food or drink edict… which could have potentially disastrous consequences for the rest of the day.
     But she didn’t want to seem unfriendly, especially on her first day… so Rachel told him she would get her stuff ready.

     “Have another slice, Rachel,” Chad said, not waiting for a response before he slid another piece of greasy, rich, pepper laden pizza on her plate.
     “Thanks,” she said as enthusiastically as possible, taking a bite to be a good sport and praying it would be enough to placate everyone. She’d already filled her tummy with pizza and pop, and she was starting to feel a bit queasy, though whether it was from what she’d eaten or just because she was nervous she couldn’t tell.
     Nobody had mentioned her diaper, and nobody appeared to be staring… Still Rachel felt queasy and self-conscious. If I can just hang in there for a little while longer, she thought, I’ll be back in my office, nice and safe, and cozy. And from there, I’m just about home free.
     It became the mantra she repeated to herself when she wasn’t interjecting the occasional remark or question so she appeared engaged in the conversation. Interestingly enough, Chad seemed to have taken kind of a shine to her, frequently asking questions and smiling warmly at her. Rachel was flattered, and she’d probably would have returned his flirting with a bit more enthusiasm if it hadn’t been for the thick, crinkly pamper taped around her bottom.
     The diaper was tight against her bare skin, and the padding was making it difficult to sit normally. It was warm in the restaurant, and the inside of Rachel’s diaper was practically steaming. Worse, her bladder was swollen inside her, and the pressure was growing uncomfortable. Rachel tried to hold still, but at one point she found herself squirming and she could clearly make out the crinkle of her diapered bottom… subtle over the din of the busy restaurant, but definitely noticeable. She forced herself to sit still—I hope nobody heard that, she thought, reddening.
     Rachel squeezed her thighs as tightly as possible (which wasn’t even enough to touch her knees together thanks to the diaper), but there was no relief for her discomfort, and she began to grow quiet, the conversation around her growing to a dull, inaudible roar. There was no way she’d be able to walk back to the office in this condition; clearly, action had to be taken.
     Trying to be as casual as possible, Rachel spread her legs and gave a little push. She was rewarded with a long, hot squirt that was quickly absorbed by the waiting padding. The relief was marvelous, but her bladder still ached painfully. She bore down and pushed out another splash, carefully checking around her for signs that anyone was watching.
     A sloppy grin broke out across her face. She knew that sitting in a wet diaper was not only gross, it could possibly give her a rash, but in that moment, the relief was so great that she didn’t care. Even with a bladder that was still mostly full, Rachel still felt giddy with relief.
     “Are you OK?” Chad asked her, noticing that’s she’d gone quiet.
      She flashed him a warm smile. “MMmm, fine,” she said dreamily.
     She walked back to the office in a warm, wet diaper squishing away between her thighs, just letting her bladder go whenever the pressure got uncomfortable. She remained silent, still nervous about drawing attention to the bulky padding around her hips and butt.

     When she arrived back at work, Rachel plunked herself down on her soggy pampered backside behind her desk and went back to work. She quickly got back into her rhythm, wearing a small, private smile and squirming around in her soaked diaper. It felt lovely, but it was beginning to get cold and itchy… not to mention full. She started to get worried about springing a leak.
     So she squeezed her bladder, trying to make sure she was empty, before she picked up the phone and dialed the number once again, before returning to her work.
     It’s not so bad, Rachel thought to herself, warming her pamper up with another little gush of pee and then squishing her bum around. I could get used to wearing a diaper, if I had to, I guess. In a way it was sort of nice—cozy and comforting. She just wished she could change herself—or better yet, she thought with a lazy grin, that she had a cute guy to do it for her. Someone hunky, she thought… like Chad, maybe. She grinned slowly at the thought—her own, personal diaper changing assistant. It had a nice ring to it.
     Not that the master wasn’t handsome—on the contrary, he looked like an old-time movie star. But there was something so creepy and unwholesome about him. If she was being honest with herself, Rachel had to admit he scared her a little.
     She jumped when the door swung open—he stuck his head in and grinned at her. “All ready for a change, honey?” he asked, closing the door behind him.
     “Sure… I guess,” she muttered, fuming over the patronizing way he spoke to her. It was so unfair for him to treat her like a child—after all, she wouldn’t even be wearing diapers in the first place if it wasn’t for him.
     Yet a small part of her was looking forward to a change… and not just because she to get out of the cool, clammy pamper. Something about exposing herself like this in front of him gave her a naughty little thrill.
     “Lay down, honey,” The Master instructed after he’d spread his sheet out on the floor again, and Rachel lowered herself to the floor with a slow squish, her heart thumping in her chest excitedly. She lay back and allowed him to unzip her skirt, lifting her butt off the floor a bit to allow him to draw it down her legs. He slipped her shoes off, and Rachel settled in with a sigh, shutting her eyes and trying to slow her breathing—trying to reconcile her embarrassment with the strange, tingling anticipation she was feeling. She’d made sure the door was locked this time, so she knew she could relax in privacy.
     “Oh, you’re soaked, aren’t you darling?” he said when he unfolded the front panel, revealing he thoroughly stained padding within. Rachel gave a little moan in response, sighing as she felt the cloth against her skin. That’s nice, she thought lazily, shutting her eyes and relaxing. The master cleaned her front clinically but tenderly, taking great care to ensure she was totally clean.
     “Don’t want you to get a rash, after all,” he said, taking her ankles into his hand and hoisting her legs into the air before starting in on her rump. Rachel murmured in agreement and squirmed on her back, enjoying her helplessness. It’s really not so bad, she was forced to admit, quivering delightfully when she felt the cool, damp cloth pass between her buttocks. Very relaxing, actually. Soothing, she thought, letting out a contented purr when she felt him applying cream to her bottom. She smirked at the irony; Mister High And Mighty, strutting around like he owns the place, anointing my precious little tushy with cream… she smirked and wriggled her bum at the thought.
     He dusted her bottom with powder and patted it in firmly, then lowered her onto the seat of the diaper before repeating the process on her front. Rachel sighed contentedly and relaxed, allowing herself to drift in a dreamy state as the Master tended to her diaper.
     At last she was sealed in, fresh as a daisy. The Master patted the front of her pamper. “All done,” he said, helping her to her feet. “Only one change left,” he reminded her as he packed his things away. “Better use it wisely.”
     Joke’s on you, she thought triumphantly, my bladder is emptier than it’s ever been, and there are just a couple of hours left anyway. Even on the outside chance that I do need one more change, she reasoned, there’s no way I’m going to need more than that. I’ve won, Rachel thought triumphantly, watching him pack his things away. I’m actually going to get away with this!