The Humble Games– S02 E01 (Part Nine)

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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 limit...one 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 diaper...it 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.

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!”

     “But…”

     “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.

Babes In Diapers

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…

 

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!

The Humble Games- S02 E01 (Part Four)

Chapter Four

Although it hadn’t even been ten minutes yet, Rachel felt as though she’d been squishing around in her messy diaper for hours. She tried to focus on her work, but between the ooey-gooey mushiness in her diaper and the poopy odor that was beginning to hang over the office, it was almost impossible. She looked at the clock and huffed… how long was it going to take for him to get here, anyway? She stared blankly at the page in front of her praying for The Master to show up… and fearing what would happen when he did.

     But mostly, Rachel noticed she was being distracted by strange, new feelings welling up inside her diaper. Squirming around in a sloppy, stinky pamper was disgusting, there was no denying that… so why was it starting to feel so damn good? She stopped what she was doing and wriggled her butt firmly in her chair, trying to focus on how gross it was… so why couldn’t she stop?

     A sharp rapping at her door made her jump. “W-who’s there?” she called softly.

     “Diaper-gram for a big girl on her first day of work!” she blushed furiously, hurrying across the office. She recognized the Master’s voice, and she was desperate to get him inside and get the diaper change over with (preferably before he announces it to the entire office, she thought bitterly, tearing the door open and pulling him inside.) “Well well,” he said, checking his watch with a grin, “you’ve been here all of ten minutes and you’re already using up one of your changes. Not the best start I’ve ever seen, sweetheart…”

     “Shut up!” she snapped, blushing. His condescension made her want to punch him in his smug, smarmy face. “What took you so long?!” she tried to keep her squirming to a minimum. Her pamper was sagging behind her, and the contents were rapidly growing cool and clammy.

          “I’m not at your beck and call, my dear,” he informed her smoothly. “You’re just one of several projects I’ve got on the go at the moment.”

     Rachel muttered under her breath. She realized she was more than ready for a new diaper… so much so that the thought of submitting to a change, as a grown woman hardly even bothered her. She willingly discarded her skirt when he instructed, and soon she stood before him, every inch the carefully dressed and groomed business woman, her make-up immaculate, blouse clean and pressed, and a pair of sporty black heels to top everything off. She wouldn’t have looked out of place in the office of any Fortune 500 company… except that below her blouse, she was wearing nothing but a big, loaded diaper around her waist… as saggy and smelly as anything a two-year-old would wear.

     “Now,” he said, “are you sure you’re finished?”

     She gaped at him dumbly for a moment. “Sorry?”

     “Are you sure you’re done? Wouldn’t want to get into a fresh diaper and have to mess it up again right away... I think you should give another great big push,” he grinned, “just to make sure you’re totally empty.”

     Rachel stared at him, opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again right away. What could she say? She knew he was right… it was just the way he spoke to her that made her bristle. I’m not a stupid kid, she pouted to herself. She briefly toyed with telling him as much, but quickly thought better of it… he’d probably just laugh in her face anyway. Vividly aware of his eyes on her, Rachel spread her legs a bit and bent her knees, sticking her bulging, diapered rump out behind her before she started grunting.

     She sighed, a tell-tale hiss emerging as she soaked her diaper with a warm, wet gush. A loud, quacking toot emerged; Rachel blushed and shuddered when she realized she was messing herself again.

     “Oh my!” The Master commented with a grin. “You making a mess in your britches, honey?”

     “You know I am!” She snapped, before emitting a startled “Uh!” With her heart fluttering in her chest like a frightened bird, she felt another gooey surge splattering into the seat of her diaper, which was growing heavier and saggier by the second.

     “All done now?”

     Rachel nodded stiffly. He opened his briefcase, removing the changing supplies. She almost laughed-- it was just so absurd.

     She watched, blushing, shifting from foot to foot as he spread a plastic mat out on the floor. “Plunk your little bottom down, sweetie,” he instructed with a smile, patting the mat. Rachel’s nostrils flared at his condescending tone, but there wasn’t much she could say… not with her diaper all steaming and droopy behind her. Slowly, hesitantly, she lowered herself down to the surface, wincing as she felt the load compressing beneath her bottom once more. Soon The Master loomed over her, oversized pamper in one hand, wipes in the other, grinning sardonically: “ready for your change, dear?”

     Rachel realized she was pouting childishly, but she just couldn’t help it. “Yes,” she said (with what she’d intended to be quite dignity, but in actuality sounded more like a sulky teenager.) She lay back and passively allowed him to remove her shoes, and soon she had nothing on below her waist except for the heavily soiled diaper. Rachel felt a rush of childhood memories as she watched him tower above her with a weird mixture of anticipation and dread—from this angle, he seemed absolute and all powerful… and from her vantage, squirming on her back in the middle of her office, half naked, about to have a dirty diaper changed, it was impossible to feel anything other than totally helpless.

     He was down on his knees in an instant, and she heard the diaper tear open and the cool breeze of the AC in such quick succession that they seemed to have happened at the same time.  She lifted her head and chanced a peek downward, nearly fainting when she saw that she was now squirming around naked on an open diaper… open, and visibly messy. The poopy stench increased ten-fold, but The Master never lost his smile as he went to work with the wipes. She felt him enfold her ankles in one massive palm, before her legs were lifted, exposing her messy hiney. Rachel tried to stifle a sigh, slowly closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of having her butt wiped.

     It was certainly embarrassing, there was no question of that. However, she couldn’t deny that it felt absolutely heavenly to get clean again… if only I didn’t have that strange compulsion to suck my thumb, she thought as The Master passed the soft, wet cloth between her butt-cheeks, where the mess was really caked in, I might even be able to relax a bit.

     By the time he’d gotten the mess cleared away, Rachel was forced to admit the sensations she was feeling weren’t entirely objectionable-- even the embarrassment left a pleasant tingle, like a private joke shared between friends. The wipes felt wonderful and he wielded them skillfully, clearing away the mess with sure, gentle strokes.

     “I certainly hope you remembered to lock the door,” he said in a low tone, “it would be embarrassing to be caught getting your diaper changed on your first day of work.”

     She groaned in agreement, cheeks flushing bright red at the thought. But there was nothing she could do about it now. She sucked in a shaky breath and tried to relax; The Master took her by the ankles and hoisted her curvy butt into the air once more so he could slip a fresh diaper under her. Rachel couldn’t suppress a contented sigh as her newly washed tushy hit the clean, fresh padding of the thick and thirsty diaper.

     “Oh,” she whispered contentedly, squirming her bare bottom on the seat of the open diaper and luxuriating in the feel of its soft thickness against her freshly powdered buns. She felt a giddy combination of embarrassment and freedom at being so exposed and helpless. Rachel had to suppress a groan of disappointment when she felt the diaper tugged up tightly over her privates, sealing her in beneath layers of soft plastic. She realized she was practically panting, and made a conscious effort to slow her breathing.

     “There now,” The Master said, patting the front of her diaper and making her twitch, “doesn’t that feel much better?”

      Rachel could only nod, dazed. On her back in the middle of the floor, feelings of warmth and contentment warred with mortification and a profound sense of helplessness.

     “What a good girl you were for your diaper change,” he said, with a patronizing smile that made Rachel squirm and blush. “Such a good little girl,” he said, and started tickling her belly. Rachel squealed and giggled furiously, trying to keep the noise down. “Yes you are! You’re just such a well behaved little-lady when you’re getting your diaper changed!”

     Without warning, he bent down and blew a loud raspberry on her bare stomach. Rachel screamed with laughter, writhing and giggling helplessly on the floor as The Master easily tickled her into submission.

     “OK, dumpling,” he said, rising suddenly, “time to get back to work… it’s not all diaper changes and tickling, you know.” He helped her to her feet and gathered his things into his briefcase. Rachel watched, dazed, still clad in nothing but a diaper below the waist. She sat on the edge of her desk and struggled to catch her breath. Soon The Master was packed and ready to go. “That’s one down, two to go,” he reminded her gently, and Rachel nodded, not able to make eye contact.

     “Knock ‘em dead, kid,” he said as he left, and Rachel was alone again.

     Slowly, she picked up her skirt and slipped it on over her pamper. To her dismay, this one seemed even thicker than the last; she frowned when she realized she could see the outline through her skirt. She waddled her way around the back of her desk and practically fell back into her chair. It had been a strange end to a strange morning.

     Frowning, she tried to take her mind off of it by turning her attention to work.

The Humble Games- S02 E01 (Part Three)

Part Three

“Hi, I’m Chad.”

     Oh my God, he’s so hot, Rachel thought to herself, plastering a fake smile on her face and trying to keep her squirming to a minimum as she shook her new boss’ hand. “Nice to meet you,” she said, as cheerily as she could under the circumstances.

     “Well, I’m sure you’re dying to get to it,” he said with amiable sarcasm, “but why don’t I show you around the office a bit first,” he said, rising and leading her toward the main office.

     “Sounds great,” she said with as much enthusiasm as possible, praying that he couldn’t hear her guts burbling and churning.

     “The conference rooms are down here,” he said, gesturing vaguely. Rachel smiled as best she could, trying not to waddle as she kept her butt cheeks clenched tightly—her last defense against having a major, messy accident right in front of Chad. Worse, she realized that the slight crinkle that had been following her around outside was very noticeable inside the quieter parts of the office… Rachel had to carefully match pace with Chad lest he notice the crinkle.

     They paced down hallway after hallway, Chad introducing her to people whose names she would never be able to remember and pointing out the break and bathrooms (Rachel swallowed, the ladies room door taunting her like a mirage in the desert.) Chad was giving her a rundown of some of the security procedures when he abruptly stopped in the middle of the hallway, forcing Rachel to slam on the breaks. She watched him cock his head a bit. “Did you hear something?”

     Rachel’s heart plummeted—she redoubled her efforts to control her bowels and forced a smile. “No, I don’t think so…”

     “Kind of a crinkle, like a plastic bag or something?” he insisted, listening for it. Rachel sweated and forced herself to stand still.

     “Crinkle? No I don’t hear anything like that.”

     He listened for another moment, then shrugged. “Guess I must’ve imagined it,” he said simply. “Anyway, follow me to your office.”

     Rachel nodded and trailed after him as quickly as she could.

     “Well, here you go,” he said at last, showing her into her office. It was modest, but nice, neat—and above all private, which was exactly what Rachel was looking for. She was dripping with sweat, her tummy grumbling and gurgling audibly, and the mess was being held inside her by willpower alone. “We’ve left a couple of proposals on your desk; go over them, take a few notes, and be ready to tell us what you think at the meeting at the end of the day—sound good?”

     “Oh yes—that sounds perfect, thanks,” she said, trying to be as polite as possible as she shooed him out of her office. Poor Rachel was practically prancing in place, and she could feel her sphincter starting to fail.

     “Great! Well I’ll let you get to it. Good luck.”

     “Thanks!” she said, covering a small, involuntary leak from her anus with a little enthusiasm.

     He smiled at her, flashing a set of perfect teeth, and Rachel felt herself swooning… If I shit myself in front of him, she thought, unable to force herself to even contemplate what would happen if she did. At last he disappeared, shutting the door behind him.

     “Oh thank God!” Rachel uttered, sticking her rump out and preparing to cut loose into her diaper…

     The door flew open, and Rachel was so startled she actually leaked a little more poop into her diaper with a gassy accompaniment, but she somehow managed to regain her control. With her buns clenched so tightly they shook, Rachel forced a smile and bleated out a far too enthusiastic “hi!”

     “Just one more thing,” he said, apparently oblivious to her distress. “It’s Walter’s last day today, we’re going for pizza at lunch—we’d love you to come!”

     “Sounds great!” she said through gritted teeth. I’ve got about eight seconds left, she thought, sweating, her anus quivering, and then I’m going to completely explode in this diaper…

     “Terrific! I’ll see you then,” he said, turning to go. He touched the door knob tentatively. “Door open or…?”

     “Closed!” she almost shouted. “Please!” she added sweetly with a smile, praying he wouldn’t notice anything amiss.

     With a grin, he swung it closed behind him. Rachel relaxed her sphincter…

     Instantly she filled her diaper with a large, gooey mess, followed immediately by a noisy, gaseous eruption. “Oh!” she cried softly to herself, sticking out her butt and exploding into the waiting pamper, blushing when she felt it fill and sag with the most embarrassing sounding flatulent accompaniment she’d ever heard. Doubling over with cramps, Rachel gritted her teeth and bore down, going red in the face… she knew, as the strong, distinctive scent of a messy diaper filled the air, that if anyone walked in right now she’d be ruined. But as her body began pushing out another wave of thick, smelly mushiness into the already loaded diaper, she knew she couldn’t make it over to the door to lock it… not until I’m done here, she thought grimly, grunting and filling her diaper noisily.

     At last, she’d relieved herself enough to scurry over to the door, her bulging pamper squishing behind her, diaper crinkling with every step, and lock her door. Immediately Rachel sighed and relaxed a bit—at least she was temporarily safe. What do I do now? She tried to think back to what The Master had told her in her apartment that morning. Remembering the card he’d given her, she waddled over to the desk as fast as she could before rifling through her purse to retrieve the little white square. Eventually she uncovered it and started dialing the number on her phone. She expected to have to beg the Master to come and change her, but she was surprised by being forwarded to an automatic message: Your call has been logged and is now being reported to the appropriate party,” the cool, mechanical female voice informed her. “Your location is being confirmed via GPS and is being forwarded at this moment. You will be visited in timely fashion in the order in which your call was received.”

     The line went dead. Rachel stared at her phone, worried—how long was she going to have to wait? She sighed and waddled around to the back of her desk. “I guess I might as well start reading these proposals while I’m here, she thought with a sigh. She sat slowly in her chair, groaning as she felt the mess squishing beneath her. I just hope he gets here soon, she thought, taking the first bundle of papers from her desk and reading them over with a sigh.

The Humble Games-- Season Two, Episode One (Part One)

It probably goes without saying, but there were some problems behind the scenes of the Humble Games-- simply put, one of our players had to bail and kind of left us in the lurch. I tried to keep it together, but I guess by this point it's pretty obvious that it's done. I might recast the abandoned role some time, but as of now it seems dead.

     But there’s good news too: Season two of the Humble Games begins today. This is a streamlined version of the competition where single players compete in customized challenges—and in this version, The Master comes to you. Huge thanks to the amazing Rachel for volunteering to be my guinea pig and allowing me to use her likeness in creating this story-- I hope you enjoy it, Rachel!

     Again, I'm sorry season one sputtered out like that and I know that some of you will be disappointed, but I hope this makes up for it.

Part One

The alarm screeched, and Rachel awoke with a groan. Sunlight stabbed through the openings in the curtains, slashing a burning line across her face. She emitted another groan and rolled over, desperate to get out of the cursed light, shuddering at the thought of another day pounding the pavement for a job, but she knew she couldn’t hide from it forever—her savings were rapidly dwindling, and the prospect of throwing in the towel and going home empty handed was beginning to look more likely with every passing day.

     So, with a groan, she hauled herself out of bed and padded toward the bathroom in her PJ’s. She climbed into the shower and let the warm water energize her… but she was still nauseous at the thought of another day pouring through the trades, fruitlessly seeking the job that was right for her.

     It wasn’t like there was nothing available, of course. Even in the rarified atmosphere of the entertainment industry there were always jobs of some type to be had… But Rachel was a girl with big aspirations. She knew she was destined for great things… and people who were destined for great things didn’t fetch coffee or write dialogue for puppies on kid shows. She knew if she could get a chance to do to do something important, if she just had the opportunity, she could make her dreams come true.

     She threw on her bathrobe and went out into the kitchen with a sigh. Rachel padded toward the fridge, throwing open the door and resuming the age old debate about what to eat for breakfast: some healthy yoghurt or some of that yummy pizza from last—

     “Congratulations Rachel.”

     With a shriek, Rachel slammed the door and spun around quickly, clasping her robe closed with one hand as she did. She didn’t know how she’d missed the man sitting at the table when she’d first entered the room, but there he was… and what’s more, he was accompanied by a very attractive young woman wearing a very proper maid’s outfit. She was about to scream, but somehow managed to hold it inside… now that she looked, he did seem oddly familiar.  Rachel was sure she’d seen him before somewhere.

     Anyway, she was sure he wasn’t a burglar… not in that suit. And the woman certainly wouldn’t be much of a partner in crime in that get-up. He gave her a game-show smile, and now she was positive she knew him from somewhere. “You’ve been selected to be the first to participate in a bold, new experiment.”

     She gaped at him for a long second before stammering one of about a dozen questions rolling around her head. “How did you get in here?”

     He simply ignored her, pressing on. “Rachel, do you remember a few weeks ago when you filled out a certain… application online?”

     She thought back, puzzled. “You mean a job application? Are you here to offer me a job?” she asked excitedly, suddenly not caring who he was or how he got in.

     He smiled sardonically—Rachel felt an involuntary chill. “In a manner of speaking… but no, I’m not talking about a job application, Rachel… I’m talking about the other application you filled out recently.”

     Now she was really confused. Not a job application? Then what could he possibly be talking about? She watched his maid pour him a cup of coffee, watched him sip it slowly… there was just something so familiar about him…

     And then it came back to her. “Oh,” she said, filled with an odd combination of exhilaration and abject panic. “You mean…?”

     “That’s right, Rachel…” The Game Master said with his usual dramatic flourish, “Prepare to be the first contestant on The Humble Games Season Two!”

     Rachel frowned. “I thought that show got canceled—”

     “Network politics!” he hissed bitterly. “It was a rating triumph… a juggernaut, young lady, cut down by small minded fools and P.C. hatchet men…”

     “I thought you got sued?”

     “That matter is on appeal and I’m not at liberty to discuss it,” he said briskly, “Anyway, we’ve found a new home now—this new series will be exclusively on the internet, where we can bring the goods directly to the audience, totally uncensored.”

     “Uncensored?” Rachel asked nervously. She thought back to the show when it had been on the air, how she’d denounced it in public while devouring it in private. It was totally bizarre, unlike anything on TV… and she was addicted. Her rational mind recoiled in horror at the sight of so-called “naughty” women being infantilized on national TV… but there was something deep inside her that thrilled at it, relished their complete public humiliation-- laying awake at night obsessing about it… sometimes, she even imagined herself in those situations and felt and icy-hot prickle of guilty, embarrassed arousal…

     “The rules are a little different this year—each episode will focus on an individual contestant, who must complete an assigned task or challenge, each one tailored to your specific personality. Successful completion of the challenge wins you a wish (to be granted at my discretion.) Fail or deviate from the rules,” he smiled happily, relishing the thought, “and believe me…. It’ll be my pleasure to personally dole out your punishment.”

     Rachel shivered visibly: she knew what kind of punishment she was in for if she failed—hadn’t she watched it happen to other women who’d appeared on the show… in fact, hadn’t she gloried in their abject public embarrassment? Part of her wanted to call it off right there… but when was she ever going to get another opportunity like this dumped into her lap? She set her jaw and resolved to at least hear what he had in mind.

     “What kind of a challenge?” she asked hesitantly. He smiled like a fox, and Rachel felt another shiver ripple through her body.

     “You mentioned in your application that you were seeking a job in the entertainment industry,” he began smoothly. “I’ve used my contacts to procure you a job at one of the major development firms…”

     “Ah, let me stop you right there,” Rachel interrupted, eager to seize back a little control here of the situation. “I should probably mention here that I’m strictly a behind the scenes kind of gal… sure, I don’t mind participating in this little production here, but I have absolutely no intention of starring in The Adventures of Diapergirl if that’s what you had in mind, buster.”

     That’s right, she told herself, you’re in control here. Act like you don’t need this creep or his job… Rachel smiled internally. Set your boundaries, she told herself, squaring her shoulders, and let him know you’re in charge. After all—he needs me more than I need him she told herself, not quite believing it.

     But he surprised her: “Nothing like that,” he promised, “This is a job in development. It’s not much, but it could be a springboard to bigger things for you—if you successfully complete your task, that is.”

    “…I’m listening,” she said, worried, but determined to see what he had in mind.

     “As I was saying: you would be required to make it through an entire day at your new job, show them what you can do, prove that you’re up to playing in the big leagues.”

     “Hah!” Rachel laughed confidently. “Is that all? I was born ready!”

     “Oh, did I neglect to mention that you’d be wearing… this?” With a dramatic move of his hands, he produced a fluffy, white square made from crinkly plastic from thin air. Rachel instantly knew it was a diaper. “For the duration of the day, you will be forbidden to use the potty. When you’re ready for a change you may call me at this number,” he said, laying a card out on the table. “However, I must warn you that you’ll only have three changes, so be sure to use them wisely.”

     Rachel hesitated… “Hmm… I don’t know…”

     “It’s up to you, of course… however, you must make your decision quickly since they are expecting you at 9:00 sharp…”

     Rachel looked at the clock with a gasp—if she wanted in, she had to speak now. She agonized over it for one last moment before blurting “OK I’ll do it!”

     She regretted it almost instantly. “Outstanding! I knew you had it in you! Oh Rachel,” he grinned, making her gulp, “I just know you’re going to be lots of fun!

     “This should save some time,” he said, and with a flick of his wrists the diapers were gone. Rachel squinted… it looked as he’d used some kind of sleight of hand to replace the diaper with what looked like a pair of women’s panties… with little ducks on them. That’s funny, she thought, I’ve got a pair like that. In fact, I’m wearing them right…

     Her jaw suddenly dropped, and Rachel gave an experimental wiggle of her butt. A noisy, plastic crinkle and increased bulk between her legs confirmed what she suspected… Holy crap, I’m in diapers!

     “Neat trick, huh?” the Master said, pleased with himself. He tossed the panties across the room, and Rachel absently grabbed them and stuffed them in the pocket of her robe. He snapped his fingers; the maid produced another cup and started pouring. “Care to join me for an espresso to celebrate?”

     Rachel hesitated… she knew that coffee had a tendency to irritate her stomach, and caffeine stimulated her bladder. She knew she should resist, thinking of the stressful day she had ahead of her. But with the diaper wrapped tightly around her waist, it’s thick, cottony bulk between her thighs spreading her legs obscenely… it all just made her feel so infantile. Desperate to assert her adulthood and try and regain some control of the situation, she pushed her doubts out of her mind and sat across from him.

     “Don’t mind if I do,” she said, nonchalantly, waiting for the maid to fill her cup. She brought the cup to her lips and drank deeply. The coffee was rich, it’s flavor strong in her mouth. It was hot and good and very strong… she felt it settle in her stomach, a warm, slightly acidic ball in the pit of her belly. Rachel was beginning to regret drinking it already… but it was too late.

     With a smile, the Master rose and went toward the door, the maid trailing behind him. “Good luck, Rachel,” he said, letting himself out.

     Rachel sat at the table for a long moment, just squirming her bottom on the hard plastic chair, feeling the diaper squish beneath her curvy rump, listening to the soft crinkle that emerge with her every move. She began to worry that she’d made a huge mistake…

     … But she realized she’d have to worry about it later: she didn’t have much time before she had to leave, and she still had to find something that wouldn’t reveal her diaper to her new co-workers. She got up from the table and scurried as fast as her bulky diaper would allow into her room and began rooting through her closet.