Day Two Act Three

(This is taking kind of a long time, so I'm going to post kind of a short installment, then (hopefully) another short one to finish it off in just a couple of days.)

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Alice spent the rest of the morning in her room, sulking.

          After her tantrum had died down, she’d taken a painkiller, then, with a groan, eased herself down to the cool bedspread and stretched out on her stomach, her roasted rump stuck up in the air behind her, and settled into a pout. As bad as the spanking was, it was the sheer indignity that was making her blood boil. The physical pain would soon fade— nursing her wounded pride back to full health would be a significantly longer process. She swore to herself then and there that she would seek revenge on all of them—Margret and Brittany for laughing, and that obnoxious Lucy just because her little-miss-innocent act was starting to get on her nerves. She reserved her full ire for Destiny, and especially The Master—One way or another, she vowed, pouting and rubbing lotion into her sore, spanked bottom, she was going to get even with them!

     In Destiny’s case, it was just a matter of biding her time; these type of competitions were always giving contestants the chance to push each other under the bus; the trick would be keeping her eyes open to make sure Destiny didn’t get the opportunity first—if she didn’t perceive Alice as a potential threat now, after what she did, she must be completely stupid.

     The Master, however, would require some finesse… there was little she could do to him on his home turf (more to the point, there seemed to be few things he COULDN’T do to her). But out there, in the real world, it was a different story. Once I’m out of this house and away from that creep’s reach, she promised herself, I’m gonna put the squeeze on him with everything I’ve got!

     She smiled coldly at the thought—picturing the Master destitute, kicked out of his twisted, earthly paradise and into the cold, cruel world seemed to sooth her red, burning butt-cheeks.

     It was after noon when the phone on the bedside table began to ring. Alice snatched it from its cradle.

     “WHAT?!” she snapped. Whatever stupid activity they had planned for the contestants, Alice had decided they would be doing it without here. She needed time to sooth her roasted rump—after all, as the most popular contestant, she owed it to her fans to only allow them to see her at her very best.

     “The competitors are gathering in the garden for the Easter egg hunt, ma’am,” the voice on the other end said brightly.

     Easter egg hunt? “Sick bastard…” she whispered under her breath before assuming her sternest tone of voice. “I’m afraid you’ll have to inform the >snort< ‘Master’ that I won’t be joining his silly little games this afternoon: My delicate tushy is still far too tender to…”

     A literal blink of an eye—that was all it took. One moment she was on the phone in her room… she took a moment to blink, and suddenly, here she was in the garden with the other contestants, that smirking, sleazy bastard grinning at her.

     “…Even consider participating…” she continued, trailing off when she realized she wasn’t talking on the phone anymore. The son of a bitch had teleported her down here. Trying to shake off the disorientation, she glared at everyone as they stared at her, smirking vaguely.

     “Well?” she demanded hotly, “what are you all staring at?”

     There came a handful of giggles. The breeze on her skin was quite chilly… with a slow, dawning realization, she reluctantly looked down at herself to confirm what she’d suspected: The bastard had materialized her without clothes—she’d been standing there, naked, her recently spanked bottom, still tingling and burning, shining bright red in the afternoon sun!

     “Oh my God!” she shrieked, rushing to cover herself with her hands once more. “You… you FUCKER!” she finally managed, ears burning when she heard the other players giggling at her.

     “You’re the one who was lounging around without any clothes on,” the Master said simply. “Next time I tell you to get down here for a meeting you better get your butt in gear.”

     Alice clamped her mouth shut, not wanting to give him another chance to punish her—she’d bide her time a little, then give this asshole a taste of his own medicine once she was back where she belonged.

     “As I was saying,” he continued, “I’ve hidden three chocolate eggs somewhere in the house. One egg grants a wish, the other two—well, let’s just say they come with slightly less desirable ‘prizes,’” he chuckled. “The hunt will go on until all three eggs have been found and consumed. Any questions?”

     They scowled at him, drawing a jolly chuckle in response.

     “Wonderful! Let’s make sure you look the part…”

     He raised his right arm and snapped—suddenly, each girl found themselves in an adorable parody of a little girl’s fancy dress—the kind of thing a three year old would wear to Easter dinner with her grandparents! The dresses were adorable smocks in soft pinks, blues and yellows, with high, puffy hemlines that amply revealed the seats of their translucent white tights. Margret and Brittany’s diapers bulged out from beneath obscenely… there was absolutely no way they’d be able to conceal they’re pampered conditions in these dresses! Destiny, Alice, and Lucy found themselves in cute, white cotton underpants, each bearing tiny rows of darling hearts, ducks, or ladybugs all over them.

     Lastly, on their heads each wore a sweet, frilly little bonnet, the kind little girls wore to protect them from the sun! Studying herself and the other competitors, Alice almost would have preferred staying naked.

     Destiny looked down at herself in surprise as she suddenly found herself dressed like a six year old, at most. It was humiliating, no doubt about it, but she had to admit she was glad not to be Brittany or Margaret, with their diapers peeking out from beneath their frilly skirts. She was pretty sure that was the only way this could be worse. It was just so ridiculous - five grown women, dressed like children, being forced to run around on an Easter egg hunt... But that didn't mean she wasn't going to do it. She had no real choice, but even if she did, that wish was still out there. At the very least, it would get her out of here, maybe while making her famous at the same time.

      She happened to catch Alice's eye, then quickly turned away. The woman was clearly not happy with her. Couldn't Alice see she hadn't had any choice?! If she should be mad at anyone, it should be the Master! Destiny almost started to get mad at Alice for how unfair she was being, but she supposed she couldn't really blame her too much. She wanted to try to explain - and maybe even apologize if she had to, even though she didn't think she'd done anything wrong - so she started to follow the woman. 

     “On your marks,” the Master said with a smile. “Get set… Go!”

     The women fanned out (Margret and Brittany at a slow waddle). Lucy noticed Brittany sort of lingering around her. Because she wants a friend, Lucy wondered, or because she wants to be nearby in case of another diaper change? She couldn’t be sure, but it was awkward with her just following her around, so she waved the girl over. “C’mon,” she said encouragingly, “let’s find those eggs!”

     Smiling brightly, Brittany waddled over to her, and they went off to search the grounds together.

     Maggie, toddled around the garden as quickly as her diaper would allow, her dress and her new hair bouncing with every step she took. She tried not to think how infantile she looked—how thoroughly she’d been regressed from a capable, modern woman to a helpless little girl… a joke in the eyes of society! She was desperate to win the wish… to escape her humiliating condition. She tried to imagine how good it would feel to get back into a pair of cotton briefs and a pantsuit again. She became slightly fearful when she realized she’d forgotten what it felt like to wear them after just a single night in diapers.

     Deciding that the backyard was too busy, she decided to take a chance and search around the side of the house. She waddled over as quickly as her diapers would allow, muttering under her breath. The grounds were huge-- it was probably going to take them all day to find just one stupid egg!

     Something caught her eye—there, near a large rock on the other side of the path, she caught sight of something glinting in the sun. She made her way over, unable to believe her luck—she’d found one of them! She looked at it warily—one wish and three prizes, and judging by the Master’s description, the other two “prizes” probably weren’t anything you’d actually want. It was a risky gamble—but what choice did she have? Summoning her courage, she unwrapped the foil and ate the egg, savoring the rich, creamy milk chocolate.

     “Well well,” the Master’s voice came from behind her, “it looks like we’ve got a winner!”

     “I won?!” Margret nearly burst into tears of joy. “Does this mean I can get back to normal?”

     “Not exactly,” he said, and Margret felt her blood run cold when he smiled. “I’m afraid you didn’t find the wish… but I do have something that I think you’re going to enjoy…”

     With a snap of his fingers, the world shifted and blurred for a moment, and Maggie was overcome by the sensation that she was falling. And then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped, and she found herself standing in a medical office. She was still dizzy from the trip, and she leaned against the examining table to steady herself.

     The door swung open—Maggie’s heart skipped a beat when the most drop-dead gorgeous nurse she’d ever seen entered the room. With her ample bosom revealed by a plunging neckline, she strutted over on six inch heels like a professional model. She was, Maggie quickly realized, the epitome of the sexy nurse fantasy—her tight, skimpy dress barely came down below her crotch, and a white hat with a bright red cross on the front was perched immaculately on top of her flowing, golden locks. She was a sexist daydream come to life…

     …And Maggie couldn’t stop herself from staring. She knew it was the perfect example of objectification… presenting a woman as a sexual toy instead of a real person working an important job, but she simply couldn’t help herself—every glimpse of The Nurse’s long legs or smooth cleavage was making her heart beat a little faster… and her pussy a little more moist.

     “Awww… aren’t you a little cutie!” the nurse gushed, reaching down to pinch Maggie’s cheek. “I’m Nurse Mandy… what’s your name, honey?”

     “M-m-Margret,” she finally managed shyly, trying vainly to tug the hem of her dress down below the seat of her bulging diapers, suddenly self conscious. Being seen like this in front of an ultra-sexy woman like Nurse Mandy made Maggie boil with embarrassment. How could she ever seduce such a beautiful woman while she was dressed like this?

     “That’s a pretty name! Now Maggie—your Daddy has brought you here today for a check-up. I know it can be a little intimidating, but I want you to relax… Nurse Mandy knows exactly what she’s doing.”

     Margret’s flash of anger at having the master referred to as her “daddy” was quickly replaced by a nervous apprehension—what, exactly, did the outrageously sexy Nurse Mandy have in store for her?

     The master turned and walked to the door. “Be good for the nurse, precious,” he said, “she only has your best interest at heart.”

     And with that, he was gone, leaving Maggie alone with Nurse Mandy (and millions of viewers at home, she reminded herself grimly).

     The Nurse strolled over slowly and seductively. “How’re you feeling, sweetie?” she asked, her voice lilting and sweet in Margret’s ears, each word a sugary promise of paradise. Nurse Mandy strolled across the floor slowly, her hips swaying with each step. Maggie gulped, nervous and embarrassed and terribly, tremendously aroused.

     Nurse Mandy stood in front of her—she was naturally quite tall, and in her heels she towered over the petite Margret, who found herself trembling, overcome by a powerful combination of fear and arousal. “Don’t be nervous, sweetie,” she smiled—Maggie felt her diaper growing damp.

     “You look a little flush, honey,” Mandy said sweetly. “Do you have a fever?”

      She reached out and placed a cool, smooth hand against Maggie’s forehead. Her knees trembled beneath her, and as the nurse bent down to place her cool palm against Maggie’s forehead, revealing her ample cleavage in her skimpy white uniform, Maggie began to involuntarily wet her diapers, the cotton between her thighs growing warm, wet, and heavy.

     “Oh sweetheart!” Nurse Mandy declared, “You’re so warm!” Trailing her finger down Maggie’s cheek and beneath her chin, Mandy tilted her head back to look into her eyes. “We’re going to have to take your temperature…”

     “O-o-OK,” she said softly. She felt so helpless before this Amazonian beauty… like a little girl desperate to please her.

     “Let’s get these clothes off,” the Nurse declared firmly. With nimble, slender fingers, she began undoing buttons and sliding zippers down. Part of Maggie was crying out that this was all wrong, that she had to stop this… but all she could do was stand by trembling, until the nurse had her stripped down to her massively bulky diapers, which Maggie absurdly tried to hide with her hands. “Are you trying to hide your little diapee from me?” she asked with a chuckle, making Maggie turn crimson with embarrassment. “You don’t have to hide that from Nursey,” Mandy said sweetly, firmly pushing her hands away. Margret tried to think of an argument, but could only stand by stammering as Mandy deftly stripped het of her diaper, leaving her nude. “Oh dear! I can see we had a little accident!” Mandy said, her mock surprise making Maggie squirm.

     “Hop up on the table, babykins,” Nurse Mandy said, helping the naked and quivering Maggie up onto its padded surface. Margret stretched out nervously, bottoms up, her silky skin peppered with goose bumps—she breathed deeply, trying to steady her palpitating heart.

     There was an ominous snapping behind her. Maggie peeked over her shoulder, nearly fainting when she saw Nurse Mandy brandishing a large thermometer between latex wrapped fingers…

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Day Two Act Two

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"Destiny?"

     Destiny jumped a little as she turned, seeing Alice behind her. "Umm... Yes?" She felt like a little kid in front of the woman, sure that her piercing eyes could see just how intimidated she was in her presence, despite how much she tried to hide it. 

     “I wanted to talk to you.”

     “Oh. OK,” Destiny replied uneasily.

     “I think you and I both know we’re the only ones around here with even half a chance at winning this thing.”

     “Really?”

     Alice snorted. “Destiny, darling: take a look at these losers,” she said, gesturing toward the others dismissively.

     She did, noting once again the way Brittany and Maggie’s bulging diapers made their rumps stick out behind them comically. She had to admit—Maggie did look pretty ridiculous trying (and failing) to pull the hem of her dress below the seat of her diapers. And then there was Lucy—what chance did a girl like that have in a game like this?

     “Good point—but isn’t this about votes?”

     “Don’t be thick, darling,” said Alice, “do you honestly think those morons out there in zombie-land are going to vote for a pair of diaper wearing imbeciles—one of whom actually shits herself, by the way—and a little goody-two-shoes when there are two drop-dead sexy babes like us around? Get serious,” she laughed, “you know we’re got the final two sewn up.”

     “You really think so?” Destiny wasn’t entirely convinced.

     “Sex sells, honey. All we have to do is stand next to those dwebs looking good-- the nit-wits at home can’t resist a winner. Any you can’t help but look like a winner next to the nursery brigade over there.”

     Destiny looked over at them, uncertain. Though they did look absurd in their huge diapers, both Brittany and Maggie still looked pretty sexy (maybe more than ever in Maggie’s case, she thought bitterly, once again studying her new curves). On the other hand, maybe Alice was onto something—would people really vote for a reality TV contestant who pooped her pants uncontrollably?

     “I’m not proposing we break any rules or anything,” Alice said quickly, sensing Destiny’s hesitation. “Just that we—watch out for each other.”

     “But what about the Master?” Just saying his name made Destiny nervous—she kept expecting him to appear out of nowhere.

     Alice snorted. “Don’t be a fool, darling. We’re women—he just a man.” She smirked. “I’ve wrapped better men than him around my little finger. You watch—I’ll have that pompous, flaccid sleaze eating out of my hand by the time the day is over.”

     Destiny could feel a smile forming on her lips at the insult. She was sure Alice was just as scared of the Master as she was, but she had guts. Maybe this alliance would be a good thing after all, Destiny thought.

     “Is that so?”

      Destiny gasped as the Master suddenly appeared from nowhere, heart leaping into her throat, and a little pee dripping into her panties at the shock. She was glad now she'd refrained from laughing, or, even worse, actually saying anything to support Alice's insult, as she was sure that would have landed her in hot water right alongside the other woman. Instead, as the Master spoke to Alice, she started to back away, not wanting any part in this. Part of her wondered if he could tell what she'd just done, if he was taking pleasure in the idea that she'd just wet her pants, even just a little, at the sight of him, like a naughty little girl whose daddy had just come home and was afraid she was about to get punished again.

     “Well?” he said expectantly. “Go on. I’d like to hear the whole thing.”

     “Well, uh…” Alice stammered, her confidence wavering. She hadn’t felt intimidated by a man since she was 16—but now, standing here in front of him, thinking of what he’d already done to some of the other players, she felt fear budding inside of her.

     “I’m surprised at you, Alice—I thought you were smarter than that. Almost like you were daring me to punish you—were you feeling left out?”

     Alice could only stammer and squirm under his gaze. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been on the losing end of a confrontation like this—she was always armed, always had a clever quip or cutting remark. But now she found herself melting under his cool gaze and damn smug smile—she realized her hands were trembling and her knees were shaking.

     “I think some kind of punishment is called for here—don’t you?” He said mildly. “I think,” he said, watching with delight as Alice reddened, “you’ve earned yourself a hard spanking, young lady.

     "And where do you think you're going?" The Master asked, turning toward Destiny. She opened her mouth, but couldn’t summon an answer. She’d been trying to slink away, and now she’d been caught! She was cowed somewhat by Alice, but much more by the Master after what had happened the day before. Having the two of them there, staring at her, was almost too much for her to take. "For even considering going along with this foolishness, YOU are going to spank her," he said.

     “NO!” Alice cried, disbelieving. She yelped as he casually swatted her rump.

     “Hush!” he commanded.

     "Me?" Destiny squeaked. "No, I can't! I've never spanked anyone, I..."

     "You're going to," he interrupted her, "or you'll get one yourself."

     Destiny whimpered, her hands automatically moving to her still sore backside. She looked over at Alice nervously, then back at the Master. Alice would understand that she had no choice in this, wouldn't she? Obviously this wasn't her idea, but it was her choice. With Alice by her side, she had a good feeling she could make it through this game. But she couldn't take another spanking. The pain had started to fade, but it was nowhere near gone.

     "Well?" the Master asked expectantly.

     "Fine," Destiny sighed. Alice looked at her, obviously trying to figure out what she had chosen. She wanted to apologize beforehand, but she didn't want to risk doing something that would make the Master change his mind and have both of them spanked. "Come here," she said gruffly, grabbing the woman's arm and dragging her to the nearest chair. Alice was taller than her, but she seemed to be expecting Destiny to 'take one for the team' and the surprise of this action kept her from fighting back until Destiny had gotten to the chair and pulled the woman over her lap.

     “NO!” Alice barked once more, tumbling across Destiny’s lap. To have her prim and proper bottom spanked in the first place was an outrage. To have it delivered by a silly, vapid TV star, one whom she’d planned to use to win the prize and then discard—who was actually younger than her!—was simply unacceptable! “Stop! You don’t have permission!”

     "I'm sorry," she whispered, though she wasn't sure if Alice heard it over her own protests. She gave Alice's backside a nervous swat before glancing up at the Master, who was watching, disapprovingly. Alice was squirming and cursing in her lap - in a way, it made her feel powerful, having her there, but at the same time, she felt overwhelmed and not quite sure of what she was doing. 

     She gave another spank, a little harder, which only made Alice struggle more. It didn't seem like enough for the Master, either. Alice's thrashing elbow hit her in the chest, knocking the wind out of her for a moment, enough time for Alice to start to get to her feet. Desperate, sure that was going to lead to her getting a spanking of her own, and increasingly annoyed at the woman, she grabbed her, pulling her back down over her lap and landing a hard smack across her bottom.

     “YYEEOOWW!” Alice complained, “that hurt you little bitch!”

     Her hand stung from the impact, and she had a feeling Alice's rump was doing the same, as that had stopped her struggles dead as she realized Destiny might really go through with this. Finally, the Master seemed satisfied, though one spank was clearly not going to be enough. Beneath her, her own butt ached, reminding her of what she was going to be doing to her potential ally, but also of what she had to avoid for herself.

     She brought her hand down again, giving the woman another hard thwack, then another. Getting caught up in the moment, she found herself pushing down the back of Alice's pants and revealing a tiny black thong. “Wow! That doesn’t seem very professional,” she laughed, delivering a stinging swat to Alice’s pinkened backside.

     “OW! Oh, you little!—I’m going to kill you! I’ll—“

     “Yeah yeah,” Destiny smirked, starting to enjoy herself. I can see why the Master would enjoy this, she thought absently, delivering another swat before tugging down Alice’s tiny thong mischievously, leaving her bottom bare, red, and ready for her to keep working. She kept waiting for the Master to seem satisfied, to tell her it was enough. Her legs were starting to fall asleep from the weight across them, and her hands were starting to feel a little numb, too. 

     Alice kicked and squirmed and struggled, but it was no use. Her confidence had completely evaporated, now replaced by a sense of helpless dread and powerlessness… her ass was red and sore, and tears were leaking from her eyes.

     Finally, Destiny couldn't take it anymore and stopped. She pushed Alice off of her lap and glared up at the Master. "Are you happy now?" she asked, her tone starting out defiant, then growing somewhat meeker as she realized that, if he wasn't, she would probably be going over someone's knee herself.

     Alice sprang up, face red—tears trickled down her face and her make-up was smeared. More than that, her ass was glowing bright red. She rubbed it frantically, turning to the master and Destiny, she hissed:

     “I’ll get you! I’ll get you both!”

     The master smiled and snapped his fingers—her clothes vanished with the speed of a Benny Hill sketch. She shrieked and covered her breasts and pussy, leaving her bright red butt exposed to the cool air of the back yard. Worse, everyone was laughing at her—even those two pathetic diaper girls! She cringed when she thought of the viewers—no doubt they were having a good laugh at her plight as well!

     She took off running for the house, her bare, jiggling bum blazing bright red in the noon sun. “I’ll get you! I’ll get all of you!”

     Brittany watched her run past, unable to stop herself from giving Alice a brisk swat on her bare butt as she passed.

     “YEOW! Oh you BITCH!” she spat, and explosion of laughter following her toward the house. Alice took her hands from her breasts only to open the patio door and then leap inside. “You’ll pay for this!” she bellowed back at them. “All of you!”

     And with that, she slammed the door behind her, muffling, but not completely silencing the derisive laughter that followed her.

     In the bathroom, Lucy had just finished washing her hands—thank god that’s over, she thought to herself. Just thinking about changing Brittany’s awful, dirty diaper was enough to make her retch. She hoped she wouldn’t have to do that again anytime soon.

     Turning off the light and shutting the door behind her, she became aware of some sort of commotion in the back yard—screaming, yelling, and the chilling sound of derisive laughter. She wondered what she’d missed.

     “You’ll pay for this! All of you!” she heard someone bellow, followed by the door slamming. Lucy was shocked to see Alice running toward her at top speed, bare naked! The cool, confident, and composed business woman, so sneering and dismissive just minutes earlier, was blushing bright red, and her makeup was smeared—had she been crying? Lucy started to wonder what could have happened, how Alice could have gone from stunning business woman to disheveled streaker in so short a time—the thought made her nervous.

     “Are you OK?” she blurted, as Alice approached.

     “Outta the way, twerp!” she barked, and pushed past Lucy with such force she nearly knocked her down.

     “HEY!” Lucy cried, steadying herself against a wall. “I was only trying to help!”

     “Screw you!” Alice yelled, running past without stopping. It was then that Lucy saw her bright red bottom glowing behind her, and suddenly it all clicked into place—little miss professional had gotten herself spanked!

     “I’ll get you!” Alice decreed, a little ridiculously with her bare butt shining bright red behind her like a pair of tail lights. “I’ll get you all!”

     Lucy was never one to glory in another person's misery —but even she had to allow herself a slight smile as she watched Alice retreat into the house, her red, spanked tushy jiggling behind her, vowing revenge on everything and everyone as she went, finally disappearing with a slam of the bedroom door. .

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Day Two Act One

(Apologies for the extended hiatus, everyone; please bare with us as we try to get everything back on track.)

Day One

     Destiny awoke to the feeling of warm sunlight filtered across the side of her face. She groaned and squirmed on her tummy, trying to work through her momentary confusion. Where was she, and why was she sleeping on her stomach? She shifted a bit, feeling something soft and fluffy beneath her pelvis. A light breeze filtered in through the open window and she sighed, its cool caress heavenly against her bare rump…

     Wait a sec, she thought warily; bare rump?

     She checked over her shoulder slowly, both knowing and dreading what she was about to see.

     Destiny groaned when she saw her naked butt stuck up in the air behind her, propped up by the silky soft pillow beneath her.  Each cheek was still glowing brightly, and suddenly every little detail of her spanking the previous day returned to her. She flushed with embarrassment when she remembered what the Master had done to her, then shuddered when she realized she’d gotten off light compared to some of the other contestants. Shivering, she wondered what today would bring. Forcing herself to rise, she took a cool shower (with her sore, throbbing derriere, she knew that hot baths would be out of the question for at least another couple of days). Sighing, she shut off the water, dried off, and dressed for breakfast.

     While the pain had dulled somewhat overnight, Destiny still squirmed slightly in her seat as she picked at her breakfast sullenly, her bottom not throbbing like it had before, but still quite sore. Other evidence had lingered, too - Destiny's first choice of outfit for the day had involved another pair of shorts, to show off her legs, but when she'd looked at herself in the mirror, she'd been quite unhappy to note that they were short enough that a little pink was peeking out from beneath the cuffs. The last thing she wanted was the remind the viewers at home of what had happened to her the day before, so, reluctantly, she'd switched to a pair of jeans, though not before trying a few other pairs of shorts and some skirts, only to find that none of them were quite long enough to fully protect her little secret.

     Like the mansion, the food was lavish, and Destiny was sure it must have tasted good, but she couldn't bring herself to eat more than a few bites, and even that was a struggle. Looking around the table, she saw two of the other contestants in diapers, thick, bulging white things that turned her stomach every time she looked at them, if only because they seemed a pretty clear indicator of just what this Master sicko was into. After all, it hadn't even been a full day, and he'd already reduced nearly half of them to diapers, and made all but one of them poop their pants. Destiny whimpered and wriggled a little more as she remembered that ordeal, the horrible feeling of losing control, her body give way and begin to fill her panties. She could still almost feel it: her shorts sagging, the warm, heavy weight in the seat of her panties, her heart pounding as she fought to stop the disgusting, seemingly never-ending tide. And all on national TV—not to mention the internet!

     She shook her head with a shiver. There was no way she was going to do that again! She'd considered trying to run away in the night, but she had a feeling that wouldn't end well. And, she had to remind herself, maybe it wasn't all bad. If she managed to see beyond the diaper and the ridiculous baby clothes and the lisp, she found herself almost jealous of Margaret. Right now, if she got offered any roles, she was sure they would be for teenagers. That wasn't horrible, she supposed, but she'd already done that, for four years. She wanted something more than that, and with a figure like that, she was sure she could get it. That is, if she managed to escape this show without her reputation getting too tarnished.

     The backyard, of course, was quite nice, like the rest of this place, with plenty of lawn chairs and lounges, but Destiny chose to stay standing, retreating to the shade of one of the large trees as she watched the other women. If she was going to make it through this thing, she was going to need an ally. That was the way these things were played, she was pretty sure. But who did she want on her side?

     Lucy was far too innocent and cloyingly sweet to be of much use. Brittany didn't seem to have much going for her, either, plus she was already in diapers. Margaret was, too. She might be looking for some way to get revenge on the Master for what he'd done to her, but Destiny wasn't sure if that would be helpful—in fact, it seemed like it would probably wind up getting both of them in trouble. That left only Alice, who had won the first game... But she scared Destiny a little, or at least intimidated her. Destiny was pretty sure Alice was the oldest one there, and therefore the least likely to be impressed by her status as a star, former or otherwise. And she not only had a real job, she was the boss. She was, surely, used to being in charge, and Destiny did not take orders well.

     A loud, rumbling fart emanated from Brittany's side of the yard, her face went white. Her stomach churned uncomfortably, her bowels gurgling to life inside her. The awful fullness in her colon appeared suddenly, becoming uncontrollable almost as quickly as it appeared. "Oh my god" she squealed girlishly, her face panicked. The other girls look directly at her commotion, some with pity, some with looks of disgust, and Brittany was vividly aware of every eye as she leapt to her feet, her diaper crinkling noisily under her shorts.

     She scurried to the corner of the yard, where she faced the wall, head bowed, struggling to maintain control. She felt the last bit of her continence ebbing away from her. She sobbed, another fart escaping despite her best effort. She barely felt it as a big smelly mess fills her diaper, no different than those snotty kids she had to change every day at work. Completely lost, she grunted and strained to push the rest of last night’s dinner into her pants. The others contestants watched with queasy expressions she knew had nothing to do with the noises or smell of her accident—after all, it could easily be them in her position (and they could still end up joining her). Her hands clutched up against her mouth, she began to whine. "Ew Ew Ewww!" She turned around stomping her feet and flailing her hands, prancing around ridiculously as she continued filling her pants. "I'm so messy!" she cried in defeated desperation. The other contestants stare.

     Crinkling her nose with distaste, Destiny watched Brittany helplessly pass gas and fill her diaper. Mentally, she'd already marked Brittany off her list of potential allies, but this only confirmed her choice. Destiny was an only child, and had never had to babysit, or be around children young enough to do this sort of thing. Even if she had, she was sure she'd find someone around her own age doing it to be disgusting. She wouldn't want to spend time around Brittany, knowing that, at any moment, it could happen again. That was just so gross!

     Still hopping around ridiculously, Brittany squealed and cried like a baby having a tantrum. She knew she was only spreading the load in her pants around and making it even harder to clean up, but she couldn’t help it—the warm, muddy mush in her diaper was so awful and stinky and squishy she could hardly bare it! She had to get out of these diapers! “MASTER!” she cried. “MASTER! PLEASE!”

     The patio door slid open, and finally he emerged. Smug as always, he basked in the hatred and fear that emanated in his direction from every angle. “What seems to be the trouble, Brittany dear?”

     She shuffled her feet and looked down at her shoes, a blush spreading across her pretty face. Even though he was enjoying it—even though he was the one responsible for her entire predicament—it was still very embarrassing to have to confess to him. She felt for all the world like a naughty two-year old, confessing to her daddy that she’d made a mass in her diapers. “I… I need to be changed.”

     “Oh,” he said knowingly, “has baby made a messy diaper?”

     “Yes,” she confirmed stiffly.

     “And how does it feel, Brittany?” he jeered, “to be on the other end of a dirty bum?”

     “Awful!” she squealed, unable to refrain from hopping in place for emphasis.

     “And baby wants daddy to change her stinky, poopy diaper?”

     “Yes!” she hissed.

     “Yes what, darling?” he smiled sadistically, crossing his arms. “How do we ask nicely?”

     She took a deep breath and forced herself to hold as still as possible, trying not to squish the awful load in her pants any further. “Please daddy!”

     “Please what?”

     Her nostrils flared as she suppressed her anger. “Please daddy—please change my diaper! It’s so awful and stinky…”

     “Hmmm… maybe later,” he said casually, turning back toward the house, “Right now I’m late for a massage.”

     “WHAT?!” she cried, disbelieving, “but you promised…”

     “I said,” he began firmly, “that you would need to get someone else to change your diapers. I said nothing about being at your beck and call, Brittany.”

     “But what am I supposed to do?!” she wailed, beginning to cry.

     He looked over his shoulder. “Perhaps one of our other contestants will have pity on you.” And he disappeared inside, shutting the door behind him.

     For a long moment, she could only stand gaping at the door. Frantically, she turned her attention to the others, who were watching with nervous distaste. Brittany stammered and gasped for a moment… None would meet her gaze. “Help me!” she cried desperately, jumping frantically in place once more. She ran toward the nearest contestant, now crying and blubbering desperately. "Please!" she begged, sticking out her rump toward them, the mess shifting with every bounce.

     Alice raised an eyebrow archly over the business section of the newspaper, a wry smile tugging at her lips. It seemed her very public embarrassment the night before hadn’t phased her too badly... if anything, she seemed to be enjoying Brittany’s discomfort and humiliation almost as much as the Master. “You MUST be joking, darling,” she smirked, turning disdainfully back to the news paper. “Do you honestly think I’d ever lower myself to changing a diaper… let alone such a big, stinky one?”

     Desperately, Brittany turned her attention to Margret, who had sulked and pouted all the way through breakfast. She been woken that morning by a pair of outrageously sexy maids, taken to the bathroom to relieve herself (on a potty, she recalled with a shiver of humiliation), she’d endured an extremely sexy bath, brought maddeningly close to the brink of orgasm several times, only to be teasingly denied at the last moment. An unbelievably humiliating full body powdering ensued, followed by another big thirsty diaper. Finally, she’d been dressed in a too-tight t-shirt that amply revealed her huge new breasts and adorably round stomach. With a blush on her face and a crinkling diaper beneath her, she’d been lead down to breakfast, which she’d been spoon-fed in a massive high-chair! It would have been humiliating enough for her, even if every excruciating second hadn’t been broadcast to the entire country. “Don’t look at me,” she told Brittany sullenly, shifting her dainty bottom in the hot, uncomfortable diapers.

     Brittany turned to Destiny now. The idea of changing a big adult sized diaper turned Destiny's stomach, and as each girl turned Brittany down, and she got ever closer, Destiny only felt more sick. She'd never changed a diaper in her life, and she wasn't about to start with one that size! She barely even let Brittany approach her before squeaking out a desperate, "Eww, God, no! I won't do it! Go away!" 

     She had intended to be a little more subtle about it, but as she'd seen the girl waddling toward her, she simply couldn't take it. Just the smell wafting toward her nearly made her gag. She couldn't even bring herself to apologize for her abruptness. It was just too much. 

     Lucy avoided Brittany’s gaze, hoping desperately someone else would take pity on her, and help her out. As each person rejected Brittany, Lucy couldn't help but feel guilty for feeling so selfish. Of course no one else here would. They were all too disgusted, and who could blame them. Finally Brittany came to Lucy. Lucy looked at Brittany, pleading to not be burdened with the task, but Brittany never left.

     Finally, with a brief nod, Lucy held her hand out to the poor girl, nodding to show she accepted the task. "Do you have any... supplies?" Lucy grimaced slightly as the words left her lips. No turning back now.

     Nodding stiffly, Brittany handed over her purse. Lucy checked inside, finding it full of diapers, wipes, and an extra-large bottle of powder.

     With a sigh of resignation, Lucy Gently lowered Brittany to the ground. She looked up at the remaining contestants, hoping someone would at least be willing to lend her a hand. They all averted their gaze, and she knew this was a solo mission. Slowly, Lucy undid the tapes of the diaper, retching at the smell that came out, and turned her head away from the mess. 'Come on Lucy, you can do this' She thought to herself. It's just like babysitting, only... bigger.

     Sliding the diaper away, she threw the vile smelling product into a trash receptacle, wiping down Brittany’s derriere. Closing her eyes, and then opening one cautiously, Lucy set to work cleaning up Brittany’s squirming bottom, silently working through the mess. "Please don't spread it around as much if I have to do this again. Please." Finally disposing of the used wipes, Lucy slid a clean diaper underneath the poor girl, rubbing in some lotion to her rounded butt cheeks. Finally, she gave Brittany a liberal helping of powder. "This should at least stop any nasty rashes." Lucy smiled at Brittany, trying to keep calm. Maybe this is the start of a friendship, Lucy thought to herself as she raised the front of the diaper up and secured the tapes in place. That's what people do on these shows, isn't it? Make allies. Lucy wasn't sure. Reality TV was never of interest to her, and it was all just a confusing mess to her. Standing up, Lucy gave her hand to Brittany, lifting her up. "All clean and tidy." Lucy smiled, as she rushed off to a bathroom to thoroughly wash her hands.

     “Thanks,” Brittany said quietly. She could hardly even look Lucy in the eye.

     Destiny watched the beginning of the change with a sort of morbid curiosity, but quickly had to turn away from the sight of it. She hated to think of herself in Brittany's position, but if it happened, it might be nice to have Lucy on her side to do this sort of thing. Then again, she had a feeling the girl would do it anyway. She couldn't imagine how anyone could be such a pushover and actually achieve anything. Maybe there was more to her than met the eye.

 
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