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.”
Thanks for the update :)
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