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Thursday, January 15, 2015

The Humble Games-- S02 E01 (Part Six)

We're into the homestretch, and things are heating up... please keep the comments coming!



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.”

2 comments:

  1. Lilgirl123 from sissy kiss here
    wonderful story I have absolutely loved the humble games and this season 2 is better than ever keep up the great work it's truly amazing

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