Day Two Act Six

We're Back!

Tiring of the oppressive heat, Lucy and Brittany decided to search the guest house. Not only were the odds of finding the wish against them, neither of them really wanted to find one of the eggs and risk suffering through one of the masters “prizes” anyway. Just thinking about what the master might consider a prize scared Lucy… The man was a dangerous lunatic!

     They wandered through the guest house (which Lucy estimated to be about the size of an average home) each making a half-assed effort to find one of the eggs. They chatted, sharing details about their lives outside the games and what they would do if they won.

     Brittany was happy to be able to just chat like a normal young woman again. Lucy may have been sort of uptight, but she was truly good person, and Brittany was glad to have her on her side—at least she treated her like a normal person. Brittany actually began to forget her situation and enjoy the day. She didn’t even really care about the eggs—sure she might get the wish, but what if it wasn’t the wish? She was already in diapers… she didn’t need some other awful handicap heaped on top of that.

     In fact, Brittany was having such a good time she was almost able to put the diapers out of mind. It was impossible to forget what she was wearing of course—the bulk between her legs forced her to waddle awkwardly, and the diapers were quite hot and sweaty in the heat. What’s more, the seat was beginning to chafe her bottom a little—she realized with a shiver she was going to have to get some more powder or something back there or she was going to get a rash. Diaper rash, she thought bitterly, blushing at the indignity of it.

     The two young women searched the house thoroughly, but without urgency, and soon they were chatting and giggling together like old friends. In fact, Brittany laughed so hard, she felt herself give a good squirt of pee into her diaper, completely beyond her control. That quick reminder of her embarrassing condition had her blushing—she hadn’t even realized her bladder was full. She fell silent, nodding and giggling nervously at Lucy’s comments. She pressed her thighs together and tried desperately to maintain control, but little gushes of urine kept squirting into the thick crotch of her bulky diaper at irregular intervals, making a mockery of her control.

     Brittany had hoped that these little leaks would ease the pressure in her bladder, but if anything it just kept getting worse. Tiny spurts of pee were leaking out with every step, each one a little bigger. She knew she was at the limits of her control. She waited for Lucy to go to the other side of the room to check in a cabinet, then spread her legs, relaxed, and let go with a soft sigh.

    Lucy sat for a moment on the edge of the guest bed and watched Brittany look high and low. She softly asked “did you need help?” noticing a slight sag in Brittany's diaper as she bent over to look under an armoire.

     Brittany blushed “uh, no… I'm sure we'll find it.” The thought of anyone sharing her embarrassment was terrible, however she still felt gross doing it herself.

     “No, I meant would you like me to change you? It looks as though you've had an accident,” Lucy said, trying to be tactful and kind.

     Brittany pouted. Softly, she said “yeah, that would be nice; I think I'm starting to get a rash. Is it really that noticeable?” Lucy stumbled over her words trying to recover and say something comforting.

        At that moment Brittany reflected on her situation. She thought about how desperately she needed to find a way to reverse her predicament. All she could think about how she would never be able to find a guy who wouldn’t be just as disgusted as she was every time she would need a change.

                Lucy stood up and stretched. She walked back to the house to gather supplies while Brittany continued searching. She entered the bathroom. “At least I don't have to take a break to go,” she thought to herself she laughed for a moment before realizing she really didn’t find the situation funny.   

      “Ready for a bum change?” Lucy chimed sweetly, momentarily forgetting herself.

     “Uh yeah,” Brittany replied quickly. Lucy motioned her to the bed where she had laid out a change pad and all the necessary supplies. Brittany hoisted herself up.

     Lucy smiled and looked kindly at her. "This really isn't so different to when I was babysitting back home, except now I don't have to talk about the Teletubbies." Brittany too dumbfounded to talk just smiled back and made an awkwardly high pitched squeal of agreement.

        Lucy untapped Brittany’s very wet diaper she spoke about what she would wish for if she won the competition. "If I were to win, I know what I would wish for. I'd wish that the local park near where I live wasn't going to be destroyed for the sakes of some parking lot. It's stupid... sorry."  She pulled the old diaper off taking her time talking. Putting the new one in place and sprinkling powder. “Oh Brittany!” she chided. The cold rush of air stimulated her and she began to pee. Lucy dodged out of the way. Brittany burst out crying as Lucy finished taping her into her now much needed underwear. It's a little smaller than her usual ones and fits tightly. “Look” said Lucy, “This one is pretty tight; I'm sure if you wore the right clothing no one would ever notice.”

         She sat Brittany up and cuddled her, trying to comfort the girl. She rocked her gently in her arms and stroked her back gently—and that was when she spotted the egg, hiding under the bed in the previous room. I can’t believe we forgot to look there! She scolded herself for her obliviousness.

     “I see it!” she said excitedly. Brittany released her grip, and Lucy crawled across the floor and removed the egg, wrapped up in gold foil. “Golly,” she said breathlessly, holding the round lump of milk chocolate in her hands. It seemed to radiant a warming tingle through her hands and into her arms, and she somehow instinctively knew that this was the one they’d been searching for.

     “Well? What are you waiting for?” Startled, the girls turned toward the door and saw the master standing there, “down the hatch!”

     Lucy and Brittany stared at each other, uncertain. If it was the wish egg, it might be Brittany’s last hope to fix herself. On the other hand, what if it wasn’t? Images of all the terrible outcomes that were possible filled their brains. Lucy looked at Brittany. “You should take it—it might be your last chance to get back to normal!”

She passed it over to Brittany, who simply cradled it dumbly in her palm. She knew what she should do, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. “Lucy… I…” She looked over at her companion. “I don’t think I can!” she blurted, her eyes beginning to brim with tears.

     “What? Why not?”

     “I’m just…” she choked, tears beginning to run down her face. “I’m too scared—what if something happens?!” she began sobbing.

     Lucy watched her for a moment, sad for her friend. She took a deep breath. “In that case…” quickly, she took the egg from her and unwrapped it.

     “Lucy? No!” Brittany shouted, suddenly afraid for her friend. “What if something happens to you?! What if…”

     But it was too late… Without a moment’s hesitation, Lucy bravely popped the milk chocolate egg into her mouth, chewed quickly and swallowed before she lost her nerve.

     “What did you do?” Brittany whispered, horrified, feeling her bladder give an unintentional squirt of pee into her diaper.

     Lucy mustered up as much courage as she could and gave her friend a smile she didn’t really feel. “No matter what happens, we’re in this together,” she said, reaching out and giving the diapered girl’s hand a squeeze.

     “How very selfless,” the Master smirked, “but foolish. Darling Lucy… think of all the nasty things that could now befall you. What if you wind up in diapers forever? Crawling around on the floor, babbling mindlessly, and eagerly awaiting your next change from whoever’s unlucky enough to get stuck on diaper duty?”

     Lucy nervously shifted from foot to foot, awaiting her fate.

     “Lucky for you, that really was the wish egg,” he said casually, and the girls cheered, overjoyed. “So what’s your heart’s desire, little Lucy? A Jet Ski? A million dollars? A pet baboon?”

     Lucy looked over at her companion. “I want to give my wish to Brittany.”

     “What?!” Brittany was shocked. “But… you earned it?”

     “Hey, you think I want to get stuck changing diapers for the rest of the week?” Lucy said with a sweet smile.

     Brittany smiled back, then quickly frowned… her diaper was growing wet and heavy between her legs. She flushed when she realized she’d pissed her diaper unconsciously again. Fear and anger and frustration and embarrassment welled up inside her, converging into a tantrum.

     “I hate this!” She cried furiously. “It’s not fair! I don’t want to wet my diapers anymore!”

     “Your wish is my command,” The master smirked.

     And suddenly, as quickly as it had disappeared, it was back… Brittany was in control of her bladder again! “Oh thank God!” she cried happily.

     She looked at Lucy, elated. Lucy, however, was looking at her in horror. “What?” Brittany asked, her elation dying. “What’s wrong?”

     “Brittany,” Lucy swallowed, “what about…. You know… the other thing?”

     “What other…?” her slow dawning realization was accompanied by a loud fart. The Master, ever the gleeful prankster, was only too happy to demonstrate to Brittany, and the viewers, the mistake she had made.

     “No…” Brittany said, distant and disbelieving, trying and failing to clench her asshole in response to a sudden, gassy cramping in her bowels. She desperately strained to tighten muscles that were defiantly unresponsive, sweat trickling down her face.

     She gave a sharp grunt, a long, sustained cramp doubling her over. She made one last useless attempt to control herself before involuntarily loading her diaper with a ghastly bubbling/farting/squishing sound. “Oh no!” she gasped helplessly, her diapers growing heavy and lumpy behind her. “NO!”

     “Oh my,” Lucy said, stepping back daintily as Brittany filled her diaper to capacity with another prolonged rumbling splat, at though fearful it might explode at any moment. She cursed herself for not putting Brittany in thicker diapers.

      “Oooo! Ah!” Brittany gasped and grunted, a final, sustained contraction in her bowels pushing the last of her mess out past her useless sphincter and into the fully loaded seat of her diapers. They didn’t explode—the just overflowed at the leg bands, a nasty, mushy mess trailing down both thighs, contained by her pantyhose.

      Finally she was finished. The positively apocalyptic bowel-movement she’d just had in her diaper had left Brittany shocked and mortified. Not to mention stinky—a gagging odor had begun to emerge from her diaper.

     “Whoa mama!” The Master exclaimed, fanning his face theatrically. “Time for this Game Master to seek fresher air! Good luck with that messy diaper, ladies!”

     “What? You can’t just leave us like this!” Lucy said, pinching her nose shut. “Help us, you jerk!”

     “Even I’ve got my limits, dear,” he said, hustling out the back door. “Besides, you two are such good friends—I’d really hate to spoil the moment!”

     And like that, he was gone, Lucy turned to face Brittany, who was now bawling like a two year old in a saggy, poopy diaper. She looked at Lucy with gigantic wet eyes.

     “Lucy, you have to help me… It’s just so awful!!” she stamped her feet and began throwing a tantrum. Lucy sighed.

     “Can we at least do it outside? Because, seriously Brittany, one friend to another, I don’t think a normal person can make a smell like that!”

     “No, please, not out there! Everyone’s going to see me!” Brittany whined ridiculously.

     “Everyone in the world already saw the whole thing! We’re on TV, remember?”

      At that, Brittany burst into fresh tears. Lucy felt a stab of guilt. She summoned up all her resolve. She was going to need allies to make it through all this. She just wished she she’d gotten one who wasn’t pooping her pants every five minutes.

     Sighing, she took the changing mat from Brittany’s diaper bag and laid it on the floor. She felt a little sick as she watched Brittany sit with an audible squish; she could just picture the mess that was waiting for her.

     Quelling her nausea, she knelt down, first tugging down Brittany’s messy tights and discarding them. The thin, semi-translucent leggings had had it. Raising her shirt to cover her face she slowly untapped the diaper, gagging as the smell emanating from beneath escaped in a wave of putrid stench. Lucy closed her eyes, disgusted at what she was dealing with, before grabbing a pair of gloves from the supplies and started the arduous job of cleaning up. Wiping thoroughly, she lifted the diaper from underneath Brittany, rolling it up and tossing it into a plastic bag, gradually filling the bag with more and more wipes, before finally fishing a fresh diaper from the supplies and laying Brittany back down. Applying some lotion to her slightly rouged bottom, and with a hefty sprinkling of powder, Lucy raised the front of the diaper into place, taping it securely around the poor woman’s rear.

     Even in a new, clean diaper, Brittany was still a sobbing mess. Lucy reached down, took her by the hand and helped her to her feet. “C’mon,” she said, kindly but firmly. “We’re not beat yet!”

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