The Humble Games-- S02 E01 (Part Seven)

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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…

 

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!

The Humble Games-- S02 E01 (Part Six)

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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.”

 

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!