Friday, 1 April 2016

The Humble Games- Season Three Episode Three

Episode Three

Morning came far too quickly. Jessica growled at her alarm clock and smashed it off with her fist, just barely resisting the urge to toss it out the window. She spat out her thumb, blushing when she realized she'd probably been sucking it all night.

She lay in bed for a moment, running the events of the previous day through her mind. She hadn't had any more dreams, but the one she' did have had kept her up half the night, and it was still haunting her now. Her gut told her it was significant... but how could that be? It probably just meant she was nervous... right? Could a dream actually have any bearing on real life?

The more time past, the more aware she became...and it didn't take long for her to realize that she was quite warm... hot, really. Particularly in the crotch and butt region... almost like she was wearing something heavy under the sheets...

Reaching under the blankets, she felt around and gasped... what the hell am I wearing? She flipped the blankets off and gazed down in horror... around her waist, she was sporting a pair of ultra-thick training panties-- the kind little girls wore! She was barely able to choke back a cry... Where did these come from?! She screamed inwardly, thinking back to the previous evening, when she'd confirmed she still had a thong on...

The door blew open, and Jessica was so startled she let out a small shriek as her mother came in. “Mom!” Jessica cried, tossing the blanket back over her embarrassing panties. “What're you do--”

“How come you're still in bed?” Her mom scolded. She came over and yanked the sheets off her. “Did you manage to stay dry last night?” She asked with barely concealed exasperation, not even waiting to hear her response before she reached down and felt the crotch of her panties. Jessica elicited an outraged squeal.

“Mom!” She cried, wriggling as she tried and failed to evade her mother's probing fingers.

“Hmm... Dry,” she said with genuine surprise. Jessica's ears burned when her mother looked her in the eye and said: “Keep this up and maybe you can finally earn your way back into big-girl panties!”

“Mother!” Jessica screamed, cheeks turning red. :What's going on? Why am I wearing these?!”

“I've been asking myself the same question, young lady! I don't know how a girl yur age can have so many accidents... it's disgusting, Jessica!

“C''mon, get up,” she said, tugging Jessica by the hand until she was on her feet, feeling exceedingly ridiculous, cheeks blazing bright red as she caught sight of herself in her mirror, seeing her big thick panties in all their gloriously embarrassing detail. They were pale pink, the waistband extended nearly up to her bellybutton. The seat covered her entire bottom, and it was thickly padded, not just across the seat, but between the legs as well. The material was hot, fuzzy flannel, and dotted with little cartoon hearts. With her cheeks turning redder with each passing second, she forced herself to look away from the mirror. She realized her mother was still talking: “did you hear me, young lady? Get that butt in the shower... you're late.” And with that, she propelled her daughter into the hallway towards the bathroom with a sharp, open handed swat to her thickly padded backside. Squawking, Jessica hurried down the hall and into the bathroom, grateful for some privacy.

Happily discarding her big bulky panties, She climbed into the shower and soaped up, taking deep breaths to calm herself as she tried to figure out what had happened... and what she was going to do next. She now understood what The Master had said about “consequences”... but what could she do about it? Not to mention that, according to him, the changes would be permanent if she didn't pass her test... suddenly, Jessica was incredibly nervous. She vowed at that moment to be on her best behaviour until the test was finished... and that she would finally knuckle down and do some studying tonight!

She switched off the shower and stepped out of the tub. The door opened, her mother breezed right in. Jessica squealed, ridiculously covering her nudity as her mother took a towel from the rack and began drying her daughter off.

“Mom!” Jessica cried, squirming in place like a naughty two year old. “Stop! I can do it my—OW!” she squealed as her mother reached up and delivered a swat to her bare, wet, jiggling rump.

“I've just about had it with you, Jessica,” she said, vigorously drying her hair and skin. “I told you that you're running late. Sit still and let me get you ready or you're going to be sitting on a very red bottom in class today!”

Jessica blushed, fuming, biting her lip to keep from throwing a tantrum as her mother dried her off.

Once they were finished, Jessica's mother took her by the hand and dragged her into the hall towards her bedroom. Jessica reluctantly went along, merely grunting when her mother ordered her to lay on the bed face down (punctuated with another swat to Jessica's bare rump.) With her mouth pursed into a tight line, Jessica did as she was told, stretching out on her tummy and burying her face int the bed, blushing furiously when she imagined what she must look like with her bare ass, still tingling from the swats she'd received, stuck up and glowing in the air behind her. Her mother came over, took a bottle of baby powder from off the nightstand, and started dusting it across the rounded hillocks of her daughter's plump buttocks. Jess squawked and bucked on the bed with embarrassment when she realized what was happening.

“I've had enough of your silliness, young lady!” her mother thundered. She plucked something off the nightstand, brought it up to her daughter's lips. Shocked, Jessica opened her mouth without thinking, and that was how she found herself sucking on a pacifier. “Keep quiet and stop being silly,” her mother commanded, and Jessica forced herself to lay still as her mother first powdered her derriere, then patted it into her cheeks before being unceremoniously rolled onto her back.

Jessica squeezed her eyes shut, groaning in humiliation as the process was repeated on her crotch, blushing furiously as her mother patted it into her pussy. Her chest and armpits were next. “To make sure you smell nice,” her mother explained. Sucking her soother the whole time, Jessica felt like a powdered donut by the time she was finished.

“Up,” her mom commanded simply, and she was pulled to her feet, nude, smelling of baby powder, and sucking a pacifier like a three year old. Shifting from foot to foot nervously, she watched her mother go around the room and gather up some clothes. “Lift up,” she said, threading first one foot, then the other through the leg-holes of her panties and tugging them up her legs, pulling the seat firmly into place against her bottom. Jessica blushed when she realized they were another pair of embarrassing little girl training panties-- these ones white with fat red strawberries.

“But I don't wanna wear these!” She wailed, near tears. Her mother snorted.

“Well, stop peeing and pooping your pants, then,” she said, in such an off-handed, matter of fact manner that Jessica felt foolish for asking.

At least I don't have to dress like a baby, Jessica thought, relieved when she was dressed in a modest skirt and matching blouse. Her panties were well concealed... but they were still all thick and hot and fuzzy against her butt and up between her legs. She squeezed and shifted her thighs, flushing when the panties firmly rode up between her legs, pressing up against her privates in a most delightful way.

“OK... All ready,” Jessica's mom said, “get your butt down to the kitchen for breakfast, missy,” she said, sending her daughter on her way with another well placed swat to her padded bottom. With an embarrassed squeal, she took off as fast as her feet would carry her.

She took a seat at the table, blushing, trying to get used to the thick, fuzzy padding against her rump. Her mother eventually materialized, and after a few minutes deposited a big, steaming bowl of porridge on the table in front of her.

Jessica scooped up a spoonful and poured it back into the bowl, crinkling her nose at it. Her mother stood next to her, hands on hips.

“Eat,” she said sternly, and Jessica forced herself to swallow a spoonful. Though not bad exactly, the porridge was bland and sticky... all in all, Jess wished she was eating a pop-tart. “Can I have coffee?” she asked meekly, desperately trying to avoid being “naughty.”

Her mother just scoffed and set a glass of milk on the table in front of her. Jessica pouted, but forced herself to choke down her porridge and milk while her mother took a seat across from her, sipping coffee and eating toast. Jess watched her enviously.

“OK,” said her mother rising when she'd finished her breakfast, “get your stuff together... we're leaving in five minutes.”

Jessica reluctantly climbed the stairs to her room, packed her school back robotically, vividly aware of the thickly padded panties against her bum with every move. She fretted, butterflies in her stomach... could she avoid getting punished by the Master during school? And could she keep her secret safe from her friends... and enemies. She reddened when she realized she was sucking her thumb. She spat it out, slung her bag over her shoulder and headed back down the stairs before her mother started calling for her.

Jessica's Reaction

(Jess stares into the camera to recount the latest reactions to her experience.)
Jess: It’s totally messed up! He changed my underwear while I slept! I mean, c’mon! Stupid training panties.
 (She blushes and takes her thumb out of her mouth.)
The Game Master: So Jess, enjoying yourself?
Jess: No! It’s humiliating!
GM: Would you say it’s… humbling?
Jess: You twisted son of a-!
(She makes a move to hit him. A couple seconds later she sits there, puzzled. She's sitting bolt upright and sucking Her thumb. He laughs.)
GM: That won’t work
Jess: How did you get my Mom to play along?
GM: Same way I made you wear training panties while you slept, same way I invaded your dream and played with it. Don’t worry, your Mom is fine.  So, Jessica, tell me; do you still think you can win?
Jess: Y-yes I do. All I have to do is buckle down and study. Just pass my exams and then I win!
GM: Good luck with that Jess. Now, run along to class. Wouldn’t want to be late. That’s quite immature
(He laughs as she pouts to the camera.)

Friday, 11 March 2016

The Humble Games- Season Three Episode Two

Jess has authorized me to tell you all that the first part of the dream sequence in this story is based on actual events.
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Episode Two
By the time Jessica got downstairs, her mother was already walking into the house. Jessica cursed her luck-- now she was in for a lecture!
“Hi honey,” her mom said, exhausted, setting her purse on the table. “How was your day?”
“It was... interesting,” she said, deciding not to broach the subject of her forthcoming fame at the moment. “How was yours?”
“Oh... pretty good. Did you have any trouble with that roast?”
Jessica averted her gaze. “Uh... actually, I was just about to put it in...”
“Oh Jessica,” her mother began, in that melodramatic voice she knew her daughter hated, “come on! I don't ask that much of you, young lady-- you can certainly help me out with dinner every once in a while.”
Clenching her jaw, Jessica forced herself not to roll her eyes. She desperately wanted to get her mother off her back. “I'm sorry, mom... I was just studying for my exam...”
“Oh, 'studying,' huh? Well, I hope you're telling the truth Jessica, because if your last report card was any indication, you're going to need all the study time you can get if you want to graduate this year!”
“Mom! Get off my case OK? I told you I'm doing fine!”
“Don't you take that tone with me, young lady! Just because you're almost a grown woman now, don't start thinking you're too big for me to take across my knee!”
Jessica blushed, embarrassed and angry... that she had been struggling at school, that her mother really had paddled her bare-bottom across her knee until just a few years ago made it all the worse. “Look, just shut up, OK? I'm sick of you treating me like a kid, you old bat!”
Jess felt a sudden shiver up her spine-- a brief moment of vertigo hit her, like a head-rush from standing too fast... she nearly staggered in place. She shivered... something had happened, something felt different... She became aware that her mother was in the midst of a tirade aimed at her.
“... And frankly, if that's the way you're going to act about it young lady, you can get your butt back to your bedroom this very instant-- and stop sucking your thumb! What are you, four years old?”
“Whum uh oo tlkin bout?” Jessica had no idea what her mother was saying... not until she realized she was mumbling and drooling around her thumb.
“I have just about had it with you, young lady! You march yourself back upstairs this instant and think about how you've been acting!”
Feeling slightly nauseous, Jessica gladly fled upstairs, finally managing to dislodge her thumb from her mouth along the way.
“What the hell's going on?” she said softly to herself. Jessica lay on her bed, fretting. Is this what that creep had meant about 'consequences?' It would seem so, since she'd already spat out her own thumb after finding herself unconsciously sucking it three times in the last hour.
Oh god, she realized, bolting up from the bed... If I don't pass my test... I could wind up sucking my thumb forever!
Jessica practically ran across the room to her school bag, pulled out her text book, sat herself down at her desk, and flipped it open to the appropriate chapter, ready to knuckle down and put in some serious study time.
However, not even half an hour had passed (during which time Jessica had spat out her thumb another twice more) before she felt herself starting to drift off. It had been a long, hectic day, and frankly, Jessica wasn't used to sitting still and reading for long periods of time. Soon her attention was drifting, and before she knew it she was nodding off, her chin hitting her chest and waking her up several times before she finally succumb to sleep, drifting off with her head on her desk and her thumb planted firmly in her mouth.
Jessica dreamed...
In her dream she was still in first or second grade. Well, that's not entirely true-- she was still herself, still a spoiled, sexy high-school senior... but somehow, she was wearing one of the frilly party dresses her mother used to buy for her, topped off with a pair of shiny, patent leather Mary-Jane shoes and a pink bow in her hair. Beneath the dress, she could feel a pair of the kind of thick, cotton underpants her mother used to buy for her, and over top of that, a pair of white tights with three rows of frills on the seat had been pulled up her legs and over her butt, and Jessica frowned, remembering how much she hated the itchy material against her bare legs.
She found herself trailing behind her father, who was leading her to the local Play Palace, where most of the kids in her class had their birthdays among the indoor playground equipment, games and dining areas. “Come on, Jess,” he said, tugging her along by her hand. She tried to resist, but he was so strong that he wound up dragging her along without even noticing... just as though she really was seven years old again.
“Wait... hold on... Daddy, stop!” she pleaded, trying unsuccessfully to pull her hand free. She was disoriented, she couldn't quite remember what had happened... but she did know that it wasn't something she wanted to go through a second time.
“Come along, honey,” he said cheerfully, ignoring her pleas and tugging her along. “You want some pizza and ice cream for your birthday, don't you?”
She struggled and resisted and dug in her heels... her father just dragged her merrily along behind him, seemingly oblivious to her protests as he tugged her through the doors.
Inside it was dark-- Jessica squirmed and sweated, breathing heavily now, wracking her brain, trying desperately to remember what had happened the first time she was here...
All at once she was surrounded on all sides by a sudden roar:
Startled, Jessica screamed, finally recalling, just a second too late, the moment in time that she was reliving... It was her seventh birthday, and her parents had arranged a surprise party for her and all her friends at Play Palace. She'd been so excited to get there that when everyone jumped out and shouted, she'd...
All at once, there was a horrifyingly familiar vertigo accompanied by a hot, wet gush from below... all at once, Jessica became aware of trails of hot liquid streaming down her thighs, soaking her panties and trickling down her calves to dampen her socks and pool around the soles of her shoes. Jessica tried to stem the flow, but she was utterly unable to exert any control, and she was forced to stand helplessly by, squeaking and squealing as she thoroughly doused her panties.
“Oh Jess,” her mother whispered, horrified. Everyone was staring at her... her parents, the guests... even the family friend they'd cajoled into dressing up as Snow White (Jessica's favourite Disney princess.) They were all looking at her, and poor Jessica could do little more than shift from foot to foot in her squishy shoes.
It was her mother who came to the rescue, and while Snow White ran interference with the guests, she quickly took Jessie by the hand and leading her, shell-shocked, towards the ladies room. Jessica's face was flaming... as humiliating as it was to have actually wet her panties when she was seven, reliving it as a grown woman was even worse. And although she was nearly the same height as her mom, the older woman was easily pulling her along... just like a real little girl!
The next thing she knew, she was in the bathroom, holding her dress up to her chest and standing by, blushing, as her mother tugged her panties down her legs and off her feet before plopping them in the garbage. She tore a few sheets of paper towel and started drying her off, lecturing the whole time. “I don't understand how you can be so silly, Jessica,” she said, exasperated, wiping her daughter's pussy dry with total nonchalance... as though it was something they did every day.. “You'd better shape up missy, or it's going to be back to diapers for you!
“Bend over,” she demanded, and Jessica hesitantly complied, presenting her pale, plump backside for her mother to wipe clean. Her cheeks seared as the rough, scratchy paper passed up between her buttocks-- she didn't remember the real incident being anywhere near as traumatizing as this!
“I sent someone out to get some--” there was a knock at the door. “That must be them.”
The door opened a crack, a hand passed in a mysterious bundle before disappearing again.
“We got you these to wear, Jessica,” her mother said, holding up the object for her to see. “And I don't want to hear any complaints from you, young lady, or you're going over my knee in front of everyone!”
Jessica's cheeks burned at the suggestion of a spanking in front of her guests, but she quickly turned pale, horrified when she saw what her mother was holding up.
“No,” she whispered, taking an involuntary step backwards, “mommy please...” she lisped, and suddenly, Jessica didn't feel like a woman in little girls clothes anymore.
At that moment, when she saw the Pull-Ups with Snow White's beautiful princess face beaming at her from the seat, Jessica felt just like a little girl again. She took an involuntary step backwards... for some reason, she got the impression that the lovely cartoon princess was sneering at her menacingly... as if she severely doubted Jess' ability to keep herself clean and dry.
“Yes! Get that soggy little bottom over here this instant, my girl, or you're going to be very sorry!”
With a fiery blush on her face, Jessica forced herself to cross over to her mother, then obediently lifted first one foot, then the other so that the infantile garment could be pulled up her legs and firmly into place between her thighs. Her mother chuckled and patted her pampered bottom. “Don't you just look so cute? Now let's go,” she said, taking Jessica by the hand and dragging her towards the door, “It's almost time for cake!”
Her mother tugged her out the door, and Jessica saw that the restaurant had taken on a nightmarish, distorted quality, with the rides and games and mascots towering over her at strange, jagged angles. In the distance, the guests had gathered around a large table, and their faces glowed malevolently in the light of the flickering birthday candles.
“Pull up a chair, birthday girl!” The waiter said, gesturing for her to sit at the head of the table. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him in the stupid uniform. It wasn't until her mother had planted her firmly in her seat that it dawned on her-- it was that perv from her room! What the hell was going on, and what did he have to do with any of this?
“Blow out the candles, honey,” her mom encouraged, and Jessica forced herself to smile graciously and comply, blowing them out on the first try while everyone applauded. Jessica felt ridiculous. As a senior in high school, practically a full grown woman, the thought of sitting here, dressed up like a little girl and blowing out birthday candles made her pray for the earth to swallow her whole.
“Good girl,” The Master said enthusiastically. “You've earned yourself a nice big piece of cake!” he said, cutting her a big slice and plopping it down on her plate. Jessica stared at it apprehensively... the cake was moist and gooey, absolutely slathered with icing, with a thick layer of fudge in the middle. But there was something about it that seemed almost sinister-- as silly as she felt, Jessica was almost afraid to eat it.
“Um... that's OK. I'm actually, uh, trying to watch my figure...”
“Come on Jessica,” he said, taking up a fork and lifting a large portion to her lips, “don't be a party pooper!”
Before she could protest, he suddenly pushed it into her mouth, and Jessica was so stunned that the cake was in and the fork was out before she even knew what had happened.
It was, without a doubt, the best cake she'd ever had... it was so soft and moist it practically melted in her mouth, the ripple of fudge through the center coated her tongue in a layer of sweet deliciousness, the chocolate icing rich and thick... she found herself eagerly swallowing. She tried to resist, but it was simply so scrumptious that she couldn't control herself.
Almost before she knew what was going on, Jessica reached out, took a giant, messy handful and shoved it into her mouth, smearing her lips and chin in the process. Before she knew it, she followed it with another handful, and then another and another. Her face was getting completely smeared, her cheeks, mouth and chin rapidly disappearing beneath a layer of pastry and icing, which dripped off her face and spattered on the front of her dress. Around her, the guests were chuckling at her childish gluttony.
“Jessica,” her mother mock-scolded between guffaws, “slow down darling! You're going to get an upset tummy.”
But Jessica wasn't listening-- she was busy shoveling fistfuls of cake into her mouth, at first because it was so tasty, then because she wanted to finish it as quickly as possible since she didn't seem to be able to stop herself from eating it.
But somehow, the cake didn't seem to be disappearing... in fact, the piece seemed bigger now than it had when The Master first placed it on her plate. The more she grabbed and shoved into her mouth, the more room the cake seemed to be taking up on her plate. Jessica grabbed another handful, pushed it into her mouth (smearing a large portion around her lips) and chewed manically, swallowing even as she was reaching out for another handful, the excess cake overflowing her lips and dribbling down the front of her dress.
This continued for several minutes, and Jessica was now sweating, almost frantic as she greedily crammed handful after handful of pastry between her lips, her jaw growing tired from steadily chewing larger quantities of cake than her mouth could actually handle, the excess overflowing her mouth, dribbling down her chin and splattering the front of her pretty pink dress. She was sure now that the cake wasn't disappearing, was in fact actually growing in front of her eyes, throbbing as it slowly but surely began to fill the entire surface of her plate.
The guests were cheering her on now, and although she knew it was silly (not to mention the fact that she was getting quite full) for some reason she'd become obsessed with finishing this piece of cake.
So she continued cramming cake by the fistful into her mouth and, when that didn't finish it off fast enough, she simply plunged face first into the soft pastry and tore into it like a starving dog. The lower half of her face was totally covered in cake and icing, and she realized she hadn't even made a dent... no matter how much she crammed into her gullet, there was always more, growing, expanding further and further, until it was dropping off the sides of the plate. Worse, she started to realize that the cake was still growing inside of her... she could feel it in her belly, pulsing, expanding, filling up every inch of space.
Realizing that she'd been tricked, Jessica sat back in her chair, her face and the front of her dress spattered with chocolate, fuller than she'd ever been in her life. Her belly gurgled and growled... she rubbed it idly and moaned. Around her, the guests cheered and applauded.
“Hooray for the birthday girl!” The Master led the cheer. “How do you feel, Jessica?”
Totally beyond her control, as if on cue, Jessica let out a shockingly loud belch, bringing a round of applause from the assembled guests. Jessica groaned, partly out of embarrassment, but mostly because she could feel the gooey mass in her tummy still pulsating and expanding, pushing in every direction... her belly felt tight and swollen under her dress, and she began to fear she might burst.
Everyone was watching her expectantly, like she was putting on a show. Jessica's eyes widened when she realized that the cake was rapidly descending through her guts, barreling through her intestines and towards her colon at breakneck speed. Before she knew it, her bowels were percolating, practically boiling inside of her. Moments too late, Jessica realized what was happening and tried to clamp her anus.
A noisy fart razzed her efforts, and Jessica reddened as the guests started laughing at her lack of control once more. Jessica's jaw dropped... a foul, rotten stench emerged. She was totally embarrassed-- but her ordeal was just beginning.
Her tummy was gurgling and groaning inside her, and Jessica was sure that she was about to pop. Instead, she felt a massive, involuntary gush from her rear-end, accompanied by a wet, bubbly fart. Jessica squealed, straining to clench her butt-cheeks. Her bowels gurgled,... another loud eruption propelled a torrent of hot mush into the seat of her Pull-Ups, which bulged outwards as far as the ruffled seat of her tights would allow. Her guts rolled as she felt the gooey mess squish and spread against her buttocks. The stench emerged almost immediately... everyone around her groaned and covered their faces at the same time, and Jessica let out a choked sob in response.
It got worse... with another flatulent explosion, what felt like a pound of wet, mushy poop was propelled from her tushy and into the seat of her pull-up, and Jessica had the sensation of being lifted in her seat on a cushion of warm, muddy pulp. She moaned and clenched her hindquarters, straining with all her might to tighten her buttocks against any further escapes... she may have already disgraced herself, but she was determined to regain control of herself... to show everyone that she was an adult who'd had a little accident (well, maybe not so little, but anyway) rather than an overgrown toddler who had no control over her own bodily functions.
A sustained cramp in her bowels produced another surge of brown mush into her Pull-Up accompanied by a cacophony of flatulence...Jessica squealed, her eyes bulging when she felt the mess come gushing out the leg bands of her bulky training pants, oozing thickly down her thighs. In the seat, the situation wasn't much better-- the mess had thoroughly coated each buttock, and was slowly climbing toward the waistband.
Another cramp, another uncontrollable surge... Jessica gripped the table, her eyes bulging... she tried to control herself, but the pressure was just too great, the mess being literally propelled out of her. The
pull-Up was decimated, the leg bands totally blown out, the mess trailing down the backs of her legs, slowly but steadily, as her tights bulging to contain it.
Still the mass in her belly continued to pulse and throb, and Jessica realized, farting as she released another involuntary load into her overwhelmed, padded underpants, that she might never stop...
She screamed at the thought even as the mess in her pants crept up past her butt crack and touched the waistband of her panties...
Jessica awoke at her desk with a start. She sat upright, sweating, heart pounding. She scanned the room, nearly laughing with joy when she realized she was back home. Hesitantly, she reached around and felt the seat of her pants...
She was wearing the same little black thong she'd put on earlier that day... clean, dry and totally mess free. She huffed out a sigh of relief... What the hell was that? She thought to herself, sitting back at her desk. Jessica couldn't remember the last time she'd had such a vivid dream... and the appearance of The Master was definitely strange... could it be some sort of sign? Jessica didn't normally believe in that kind of thing, but... it was almost like someone had taken her memories of wetting herself at her birthday (which she had dreamed of in the past) and gave it a hard twist. But that was impossible... right?
Frowning, Jessica checked her clock, realized she still had a few hours before she had to be up for school. Groaning, she flopped into bed and quickly fell asleep again... but not before vowing to do a little research and finding out what she'd gotten herself into...
As she drifted off to sleep, The Master stepped, unseen, from the shadows in the corner of the room. “Ah. Jessica,” he tutted. “Sleeping when you should be studying... I think that definitely counts as immature.” He made a small gesture in the air, nodding with satisfaction when he noticed a soft pink light emerging from Jessica's top dresser drawer.
And under the sheets, Jessica's thong began to expand across her butt and up her belly, thickening and turning pink...

Jessica's Reaction

That was so weird. How can he just enter my dream like that? I mean, wetting myself at my 7th birthday party was totally embarrassing! But, I did not mess a pull-up too. This is sooooo unfair. Can I complain about any of this?
(looks to the side for a response)
I can't? Why not?..... Because I signed a contract?
*I sigh*
This is ridiculous. What is going on? That's what he meant by "consequences" isn't it? If I screw up he will torment my dreams?
(She begins sucking her thumb)
I'm scared.
(She realizes what she's doing and takes it out, blushing bright red)
Oh no. Oh no. No no no. Sucking my thumb, all this talk of immaturity, that distorted dream.... Is he going to make that happen in real life?

Friday, 26 February 2016

The Humble Games Season Three Episode One

Huge thanks to fairyprincessjess for allowing me to use her likeness and for agreeing to write her reaction to each episode... She's a talented writer in her own right so be sure to check out her awesome  Deviantart gallery.Please be sure to let us know what you think!

“See ya, Jessica!” Sarah called out as they went their separate ways across the parking lot after practice. Jessica smiled and waved, enjoying the sun on her bare legs and arms. Their new cheerleading uniforms were almost scandalously brief, and Jessica knew that everyone's attention was on her bare legs, midriff, and bloomer-clad bottom as her itty-bitty skirt bounced with every step she took. The weather was delightful, and she savoured the brief walk home from the school-- perhaps one of the last times she would walk this route as a student. Depending on how my exams go, she thought, chewing her lip nervously.

She arrived home a short time later, made her way over to the fridge and poured herself a lemonade. Her mom had asked her to start dinner before she and Jessica's father got home from work, but she still had a half hour or so before she had to get started. Jessica headed up the stairs to her bedroom.

She breezed into the room and made her way over to her closet to select something casual to wear for the rest of the night. Focused as she was on her wardrobe and the dismal prospect of having to spend the entire evening studying, she didn't even realize that she wasn't alone.

“Congratulations, Jessica,” said a deep voice from behind her. Jessica screamed, nearly dropping her drink as she spun around and was confronted with a well dressed man of indeterminate age, sitting at her desk in front of her computer and grinning at her like a wolf about to sit down to lunch.

“How the hell did you get in here you creep?!” she squealed, feeling especially vulnerable in her uniform. “Do you want me to, like, call the cops or something?!”

“I wouldn't do that if I were you, Jessica,” he said calmly. “I'd hate for you to miss out on what could be the greatest opportunity of your entire life.”

“What are you going on about, you perv?” She sighed, rolling her eyes, already bored and annoyed with this intruder.

“Jessica,” he said smoothly, as though she hadn't said anything, “I represent what is perhaps the most popular and exciting entertainment franchise in the history of television, and I'm here to help you make your dreams come true.”

That made her perk up her ears-- it was, she had to admit, a pretty good pitch. Did he just say 'television?' Her imagination was already conjuring ready-made images of what it would be like to be rich and famous and live in the lap of luxury, fueled by hours of reality TV and celebrity gossip sites. Like most people her age, Jessica spent an unhealthy amount of time fantasizing about what it would be like to be wealthy and powerful... to have everyone bow and scrape for your favour...

“I can see you're intrigued,” said the man, smiling as he closed in for the kill. “Jessica... are you familiar with the Humble Games?”

“Of course,” Jessica said, rolling her eyes, “they're those stupid movies with that girl who's naked pictures are all over the...”

“No,” said the man quickly, cutting her off. “You're thinking of a totally unrelated franchise. The Humble Games, my dear, is the most electrifying and exciting competition in the history of reality TV. I'm offering you a chance to literally make your fondest wishes come true... and in exchange, all you have to do is complete one simple challenge.”

“What kind of challenge?” Jessica asked, still wary.

“Nothing too difficult,” he said breezily, “we like to challenge our contestants to be their best... and show us who they really are on the inside,” he said, smiling mysteriously. “All I ask is that you prove your maturity to the world... should be easy for a sophisticated young lady such as yourself. Now how could you prove your maturity to us? I know! How about this exam you have coming up? All you have to do is study hard and pass your test.”

“Uh huh,” Jessica said, trying not to roll her eyes and failing spectacularly. “And exactly what do I, like, get out of it?”

“Literally anything you can imagine, Jessica. Just take a look at this...”

He spun in the chair and faced the computer (easily, she noted with annoyance, circumventing her password..) Within moments, the web browser was up and he was typing and clicking, almost faster than Jessica could follow. She thought she could make out a banner: Pampered Productions. But before she knew it, they were watching a clip:

On the monitor, the well dressed man was standing next to a beautiful raven haired woman, who was very excited about something. They were standing in front of a large, English style manor surrounded by lush, rolling countryside. “Congratulations, Betty,” he said, in imitation of a cheesy game show host, “it was a long and hard journey, but your dreams have come true-- a palatial home in one of the most sought after neighbourhoods in the world, nine figures in the bank, and all the fame you can handle... how's it feel, Betty?”

“Oh my God, I just can't believe it!” she screamed, ecstatic. “I mean, it was long and hard, but ultimately, it was totally worth it!”

He stopped the clip, closed the window and turned with a butter-wouldn't-melt smile. “Interested?” he asked, sensing that she was.

“Hmmm... Maybe,” she said, trying to play it cool. He could see that the clip had intrigued her. Of course, she probably would have been a little less interested if they'd watched it to the end, he thought philosophically... if she saw what was waiting for Betty inside the house...

But there was no time to worry about that now. He reached into his coat pocket and produced a contract.

“All you need to do is sign here-- we can start right away, episodes will begin airing immediately.”

Jessica stared at him out of the corner of her eye. It seemed too good to be true... but how could she turn down an opportunity like this? She was signing the contract before she was even fully aware she was doing it.

“Not sure why I'm doing this,” she muttered, handing the papers back to him. “I don't even know your name.”

He smiled at her. “Everyone knows my name, Jessica. I'm the host of the Humble Games. I'm the Game Master... But you can call me 'Master.'” Standing, he started toward the door.

“Wait!” she called out after him, “when do we start?”

“My dear,” he said with jolly good humour, “we've already begun!”

And with that, he disappeared, shutting the door behind him and leaving Jessica in a daze. She was still trying to sort out the bizarre series of events moments later when the door popped open and the Master stuck his head back in.

“Oh by the way,” he began breezily, “one more teeny tiny little insignificant thing to mention... About the penalties...”

“'Penalties?'” Jessica repeated nervously.

“Yes, I'm sure I mentioned those, didn't I? Wouldn't be much of a game if there weren't penalties, would it? We like to tailor every game to the specific player... and since your challenge is centred on attempting to prove your maturity, I think your penalties should centre around the consequences of immaturity.”

“What are you babbling about,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Just this... from this point on until the completion of your big exam, any immature behaviour from you will have... let's just say 'immature consequences.' Those consequences will remain in place until you secure your passing grade. Should you fail to receive no less than a C on your exam, those penalties will remain in place indefinitely. Understand?”

“Not really.”

“Don't worry,” he assured with a smile that Jessica found slightly chilling, “you will.

“And now I really must go,” he said, closing the door behind him and leaving her in a daze.

Jessica sat at her desk for a long moment, turning it over and over in her mind. The prospect of winning and getting a wish seemed too good to be true... but what the hell was all that 'consequences' crap he was peddling?

Making her way over to the desk, Jessica sat down heavily. Her head was spinning, and she was trying to process everything that had just happened. What was that site? Pampered Productions? She started to bring up the browser, but just then she heard the garage door opening... her parents were home! Oh shit, she thought, her face growing ashen... I forgot to start dinner!

She bolted up out of her chair and ran down to the kitchen.

New Feature: Player reaction!
For this season, we're going to be trying out a new segment where the contestant tells us their thoughts on the series as it develops! At the end of each episode, Jessica will share her thoughts, feelings, and reactions to the preceding event! Take it away Jess:
It's weird. Like, I came home from school and went to my room. I swear there was nobody there. And then this perv just totally appears! He made some pretty great promises and a sales pitch. I get to have whatever I want. Easy! I accepted right away. Who wouldn't? I can become famous, and then be a model, or an actress or something.
But then he got weirder. I know, it's totally impossible for that story to get weird. Perv shows up in your room with a cheesy smile and promises whatever you want. But then he gave me some rubbish about penalties. What was that about? And why did he only tell me afterwards?
Oh well. I'll totally win this stupid contest or whatever it is. He'll see.

Friday, 18 September 2015

The Humble Games– S02 E01 (Part Ten-- The Thrilling Conclusion!)

Big thanks to everyone who read and sent in comments and encouragement, and huge thanks to Rachel for letting me use her likeness.

Rachel drove home with all the windows rolled down. Beneath her, the mess sloshing and squishing around in the seat of her diaper prevented her butt from touching the seat like she was sitting on a cushion. The stench had filled the entire car, and Rachel had visions of driving around in a mobile outhouse. She was desperate to get home and get into the shower... but the traffic seemed backed up into infinity. She let out a shaky breath and tried to calm herself.

She knew she should have been mortified... knew that somehow The Master had filmed every humiliating moment-- was probably turning over the footage to his editors right now to be trimmed and put together for the consumption of everyone on the internet... her day long ordeal, out there for every living thing with wi-fi access to see. Soon they'd be watching her, messing her diaper, getting changed in her office, the humiliation of the little girl dress...

The thought filled her with horror... but there was another sensation, deeply buried, at the thought of all those people seeing her undergo her marathon of humiliation. Imagine... all those eyes on me as I fill my diaper and then go up on my own desk to get changed. There'll be lots of men, starring, watching me get my bottom wiped clean by an almost total stranger... and at least a few of them will probably be hot... In spite of herself, the idea had her aroused, and before she knew it, Rachel was squirming and squishing around in her diaper once again.

Just stop it! She scolded herself, trying to focus her attention on the road. But the traffic was heavy, the chatter on the radio inane, and in her loins, a fire had been kindled. It's flames had been doused for the moment, but still the embers simmered, glowing red, waiting to flare up once again. She forced herself to stop wriggling and clenched her jaw, gripping the wheel tightly in her fingers and forcing herself to think about something-- anything-- except the gooey mess in her pants.

So, with sweat dripping down her face in spite of the AC cranked up to full and the car inching slowly through traffic like an old turtle, Rachel chewed her lips, humming and drumming her fingers on the wheel along with the radio, and forced herself not to thing about the muddy ooze squishing beneath her buttocks and between her cheeks.

At last she was pulling into her spot at home and, after thoroughly checking to see that the parking lot was clear of witnesses, she scurried across the pavement, vividly aware of the big mushy dump squishing in the seat of her oversized pamper with every step, and bolted up to her front door. Her hands were shaking so hard that it took her a moment to get the key in the lock, and then she was pressing too hard to make it turn. It was hot outside, hotter still inside her diaper, and the big, muddy mess in the seat was even hotter than that-- Rachel was sure she would feel it beginning to bubble and boil against her butt if she didn't get inside soon. And maybe it's my imagination, she thought, twisting the key futilely in the lock, but I swear the heat is making the smell worse.

Finally the lock gave, and she practically tumbled inside and slammed the door shut behind her. She fell back against it, not even wincing at the way it squished against her rump, and emitted a prolonged sigh of relief, and even found herself chuckling a bit. She'd made it! An entire day in diapers at work-- at least half of them in a messy and sagging one, and she'd escaped without being caught! The reality of being humiliated on the internet at some point in the future was something she'd deal with when it came-- for now, she'd just bask in the simple glory of a hard-won victory.

And there was still the matter of her prize-- she'd been thinking it over and she had some ideas... She wondered briefly how he would contact her... but that that could wait too. Right now, there was just one more thing she wanted to do-- and surprisingly, it's wasn't get her diaper off. She'd been struggling against the shameful arousal she'd been feeling all day... but now, at home, she could treat herself to a nice, slow session with her hatachi-- and she was just dying to find out how it would feel through her messy diaper. After all I've been through today, I think I've earned it, she thought with a lazy smile, making her way into the living room and switching on the light.


Rachel nearly had a heart attack when the Master appeared from the darkness in front of her, flanked as always by a pair of attractive female assistants. Somewhere, music began to play, and above her head confetti and balloons appeared from nowhere to rain down on her.

“Congratulations Rachel,” he said, wading through the confetti to shake her hand. “You survived your challenge under extreme pressure!”

“I-- Huh?” still dazed a from her ordeal and the shock of the Master's macabre surprise party, Rachel was having a hard time gathering her thoughts.

“Now,” he said, totally ignoring her confusion, “I know it's getting late and you probably want to get out of that stinky pamper,” he said with a sardonic grin, making her blush, “but now it's time to choose-- just what will be your fabulous prize?”

She shifted from foot to foot, well aware that the Master and his assistants were watching her. She'd only given it the vaguest of thoughts... the only thing she could think of at that moment was a fresh diaper-- but she knew that would be foolish. She stammered for a moment before finally, tentatively, she began to speak: “Well... I want to keep the job-- no... I want a promotion! In fact,” she said, beginning to warm up, “I think I should be the head of development! With an expense account! And a company car! And a cute manager working under me-- someone like Chad,” she thought, blushing as she flashed back to her earlier thoughts of her handsome boss changing her diaper.

The master made a strange gesture. “Your wish,” he said as reality began bending around him, “is my command.”

Rachel felt an odd rush of vertigo-- around her the world began to bulge and compress... she felt great pressure, like the universe was collapsing in on her, and for a moment she was worry she'd be crushed flat.

The world grew dark.

“Rachel? Are you OK?”

Rachel blinked her eyes open... her jaw popping open when she realized that what she was looking at was entirely different from what it had been seconds ago... she felt a moment of nightmarish disorientation, and for a moment she was fighting the urge to throw up. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to steady her breathing.

“Rachel?” She recognized the voice, she knew-- her mind began working to place it. It was so hard to separate what was real from what wasn't... and she could feel new memories forming on top of the old ones.

When she opened her eyes, Chad was looking at her, concerned. “Are you feeling alright?”

She smiled at him-- things were starting to solidify... yes, she remembered now. She was meeting with some junior executives, hearing pitches for a new show. Chad was there-- he was always there, she told herself with a smile, her steady right hand, executing her orders without hesitation. And that wasn't all-- she was still hazy on the details, but she knew that they had a 'close' relationship, and she could picture herself nude and squealing ecstatically before him on multiple occasions.

“Yes,” she finally stammered, “yes... I think I'm just tired after lunch,” she said with a smile, drawing some warm chuckles from around the room.

“Well, I think we're almost done here,” Chad said. He looked to the duo across the table. “Right?”

“Absolutely-- we'll leave a copy of the proposal with you.”

“That's fine,” Rachel said in her best boss voice, enjoying herself immensely. “Why don't you speak with my receptionist about setting up another meeting, maybe sometime next-- OH!” She cried, cutting herself off when she felt a sharp cramp in her side.

“Are you OK?” Chad asked gently, and, she thought, far too casually. Rachel began to get a sick feeling.

“Y-yeah,” she managed, hoping that it was just a passing thing. “Sorry... I just--” She cut herself off again with a gasp, a strong, sharp cramp tearing into her belly. Suddenly it felt very hot in the conference room... She tried to deny it, but there was no question: she had to move her bowels-- soon!

She had a sudden claustrophobic sensation, like the walls were closing in on her. She tried to give no sign of her distress, but there was something wrong-- the simple urge to take a dump was quickly mushrooming into a full-blown emergency. If the urge continued to grow at this rate, it would be uncontrollable before she could even reach the door. Sweat popped out on her forehead and she became aware that Chad was watching her with concern... but not surprise. Likewise, the pair of underlings across the table seemed more fascinated than anything. She felt a gently, tickling warmth spreading beneath her bum... she gave a strangled cry when she realized she'd been pissing herself for at least three or four seconds before she'd noticed.

She clenched her buttocks and strained every muscle, trying desperately to keep herself clean. She looked into the bemused faces of the two producers on the other side of the table, supposedly her inferiors, as they looked on, mildly amused as she flexed her anus with all her might in a desperate last ditch effort to maintain her dignity.

A fart rumbled in her diaper, mercilessly razzing her efforts to save face in front of her underlings-- one of the juniors across the woman said “oh my!” and covered her mouth, though whether in disgust or to stifle a laugh Rachel wasn't entirely sure. Meanwhile, Chad looked at her with a small smile that was at once knowing, understanding, and contained just a hint of 'I-told-you-so.'

“This is why I generally advise against having a meeting right after lunch,” he said, drawing good-natured chuckles from around the room. Rachel gasped and looked at him, outraged and humiliated that he would call attention to it! She gathered her thoughts, preparing to scold him, when she noticed an all-too-familiar thick, goopy feeling around her tushy. A slight wriggle of her rump confirmed she was sitting in something hot and gooey... and there was more of it, spreading out across her rump, coming right out of her--

A sharp cramp in her belly lead to another ghastly explosion in the seat of her pants, and Rachel emitted an involuntary grunt as she felt the back of her pants filling with a thick, mushy mudslide. No-- not pants. Whatever she had on, it was thick and hot and plastic...almost like--

“Time for a diaper change, boss?” Chad asked without irony. He stood and helped her from her chair... numbly Rachel allowed herself to be helped to her feet. She saw the pair across the table snicker, and looking down, she let out a sharp little cry of embarrassment-- above her waist, she was wearing a designer blouse and jacket that must've cost a fortune... below that, she was clad in nothing but a massive, bulky disposable diaper, and high heels. She fought the urge to reach down and try to cover herself-- she knew she'd just look silly in the attempt, and besides, nobody seemed particularly surprised to see her in such a state-- in fact, beyond mild amusement, nobody seemed to have much of a reaction at all.

Another catastrophic fart, another hot, gooey surge into the seat of her pampers. Behind her, she felt the seat of her diaper beginning to expand and sag heavily... just like a disobedient two-year old, she thought, bitterly. Chad, quite redundantly, in her opinion, reached out and gave the back of her diaper a little squeeze.

“Oh yes,” he said, “time for a change, and no two ways about it!”

“We'll get out of your hair,” said the young man as the two development execs beat a hasty retreat-.

“Oh, by the way-- I just loved your episode of The Humble Games!” the young woman told her before they shut the door behind them-- Rachel was sure she heard laughter disappearing down the hallway behind them.

Rachel could only stand by gaping-- Loved my episode? She thought, growing pale. But that means that they-- everyone-- must've saw me.. my...

The room began to swim around her, and for a moment she thought she'd faint. New memories were slowly fading in over top of the old ones-- few of them good.

Behind her, Chad was spreading a plastic changing mat out on the floor. He reached out and gave her rear-end a firm pat, squishing the load in her diaper against her rump. Rachel gasped and shivered... she got a sinking feeling when she realized it had given her an electric surge of arousal.”That is certainly a loaded diaper, isn't it?”

“Uhh...” she stammered, her cheeks flaring red-- she had absolutely no idea how to respond.

Luckily, the question seemed to be rhetorical-- Chad continued retrieving supplies from a bulging pink diaper bag with R-E-I-N-A spelled out in baby blocks on the side... my diaper bag, she thought with a shiver. At last he took her by the hand and looked at her expectantly: “Let's go, honey” he said, helping her down to the mat gently. “I want to get you out of that dirty pamper before you get another rash on your tushy.”

Blushing furiously at the idea of getting a diaper rash on her butt at her age (not to mention the thought of Chad dealing with said rash for her-- she suddenly had visions of laying on her tummy, bare ass jutting up in the air behind her so he could rub so ointment into her fanny) Rachel slowly lowered herself to the floor. Another electric surge of arousal coursed through her body as she settled her bulging, messy pamper to the mat, making her shudder. She realized, to her horror, that her pussy was sopping wet, and when Chad looked away to check something in her bag, Rachel couldn't resist the urge to squirm her bottom around in her mess, her heart pounding frantically at the gooey sensations that emerged.

In moments, he was squatting between her legs, tearing open the tapes on her diaper with dramatic flare-- Rachel couldn't help wincing at the noise... it was like it was announcing to everyone in earshot that she was nothing more than an overgrown toddler in a stinky, squishy pamper. She felt the front panel being pulled down, squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden chill on her bare and bald privates, shuddered when she noticed the stench increase ten-fold and cringed when she heard Chad acknowledge this fact: “Phew-wee! No more Thai food lunches for you young lady!”

Rachel groaned and brought her hands up to her face, nearly choking on her embarrassment. When she envisioned an intimate relationship with Chad, this definitely wasn't what she'd had in mind! She forced her head up, forced herself to look down at the dirty diaper that had been taped around her loins, then quickly recoiled with an embarrassed groan when she saw the thick, gooey mess caked inside. She lay, passive and humiliated, as Chad began the long and difficult task of cleaning her up.

Rachel forced herself to lay as still as possible, but couldn't suppress a quivering moan when he took her ankles and lifted them over her head. “Oh man,” he groaned, pulling another wipe, “I think we're going to have to use half the box for this one!” He chuckled. Rachel groaned and covered her face, then squealed when he passed the wipe right up her butt crack. The process was repeated several more times, and by the time he was finished there was an entire pile of soiled wipes to be balled up with the rest of the diaper and discarded. A new pamper was slid under her squirming bottom, powder dusted across her bare crotch and squirming butt, and patted in firmly... in spite of herself, Rachel felt a grin spreading across her face as she savored his hand, soft, yet firm... so reassuringly masculine against her most intimate parts...

All too suddenly, his hands disappeared... they were quickly replaced by the diaper being pulled up firmly between her legs. “There we go,” Chad said gently, sealing the diaper closed around her waist and trapping her. Rachel groaned even was she squirmed her freshly pampered bottom, the plastic of her diaper slipping frictionlessly against the plastic mat beneath her.

Rachel struggled to process it all, but it was simply too big-- how far back did the changes go? How long had she been wearing diapers-- and how long had Chad been changing them for her? How many people knew? She remembered the junior executive's remark about her episode of the Humble Games and shuddered-- what kind of ratings did this new version get, anyway?

He helped her to her feet-- Rachel felt a moment of vertigo and struggled to find her footing a bit. These diapers, even thicker than the last, spread her feet nearly shoulder width apart and forced her to waddle-- just like the toddler she appeared to be from the waist down. Rachel breathed deeply and slowly, trying to calm her nerves, trying desperately to convince herself that this was all some terrible nightmare from which she'd awake any moment.

Chad checked his watch: “Yeah, I think it might be time for a nap anyway,” he said, unceremoniously scooping her up into his arms and carrying her against his hip. Rachel gasped and threw her arms around his neck for support, resting her head against his shoulder and instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist... just like a real baby.

With one arm holding tightly around the waist and the other slipped beneath her so he could cup her well-padded butt, Chad carried her from the room before Rachel could even think to protest. Down the hallway he carried her, just like an oversized sprat, occasionally giving her diapered rump a gentle pat..

On the wall as they passed, Rachel spotted a poster bearing a promotion for the company: Pampered Productions, it announced in large pink letters at the top. Beneath that... Rachel had to strain her eyes to confirm her fears, but there could be no doubt. It was a picture of her, decked out in the same humiliating little girl outfit she'd found herself in when the Master caught her trying to use the toilet earlier. Not only was she the head of production... apparently Rachel was also the company's mascot as well. She wondered how many people had seen the posters and buried her face in Chad's shoulder with a groan.

“Awww, you're ready for a nap, aren't you honey?” Chad asked rhetorically, apparently mistaking her groan of embarrassment for fussiness. Entering the main office, Rachel was mortified to see they were walking right past the other employees as they went about their duties... and aside from the occasional knowing smile in her direction, nobody seemed to react to the sight of their boss being carried through the office in a mondo diaper-- apparently, it was a common sight around here.

At last they arrived at Rachel's office... she tightened her grip around Chad's neck as he switched her off to one arm so he could open the door. He hefted her inside and switched on the lights... Rachel looked around the room with a horrified gasp.

It was a nursery. There was no other way of putting it-- her office, her private sanctum away from her minions, was, not just an over sized nursery, but customized for her specifically: the crib in the corner, the changing table against the wall... they were all sized perfectly to her exact body type. The floor was littered with toys, the crib piled high with stuffies, and the walls painted soft pastel pink and adorned with cartoon animals playing cutely with each other. A modest desk, pushed up against the far wall, seemed to be the one and only concession to adulthood in the entire room.

She gasped as Chad began undressing her-- as embarrassing as it was, she could tell by his business-like demeanor that there was nothing amorous about it-- and she now possessed foggy memories of frolicking naked in front of Chad during diaper changes and while being dressed... even getting bathed by him.

She found herself standing in her office, nude but for her bulging pamper. Chad browsed through the wardrobe against the wall. Rachel watched with goose-pimply skin as he selected a fuzzy pink onsie-- he beckoned her over. “Arms up, babe,” he ordered gently. Rachel obeyed automatically, sticking her hands up in the air and allowing him to tug the onsie over her head. He squatted down and snapped up her crotch... his hands brushing and rubbing against the front of her diaper, and Rachel realized to her horror that she was getting aroused again.

“OK, upsey girl,” Chad said, sweeping her up into his arms with ease and carrying her over to the crib. Rachel felt herself trembling, her pussy positively dripping as he lay her gently among the overstuffed pillows and plush animals. She looked up at him, hungry, pleading, desperate for sexual gratification.

“Oh,” said Chad knowingly, “is someone a tad... restless?” he asked, arching his eyebrow suggestively. Rachel giggled and nodded, already fantasizing about a round of passionate, steamy sex with her former boss turned assistant. Even in a diaper and a crib, the idea was still undeniably hot.

“Oh really?” he chuckled, “Well, I think we know how to take care of that, don't we?”

Rachel giggled and nodded excitedly, sighing lustily and readying herself for his touch.

“Here you go, honey,” he said, reaching beneath her crib and handing her the fanciest battery operated Hitachi vibrator she'd ever seen. Rachel let out a gasp of disappointment and embarrassment. She stammered, but couldn't find anything to say as chad lifted up the bars and locked them into place. She was still stammering when he opened the door.

“Nighty night, honey,” he said, turning off the light. “I'll see you in an hour or so.”

And with that, he was gone, shutting the door behind him.

Alone in the dark, trapped behind the bars of her crib, Rachel clutched the vibrator and ran the events of the past 20 minutes through her mind over and over. The Master had gotten her good-- served up her wish with one final dose of humiliation. How could she look these people in the face? Expect them to follow her orders? The thought of all those eyes on her... watching as she was carried through the office, her thickly padded diaper butt crinkling the entire way... the sheer embarrassment of it, she thought lustily, unconsciously switching on the vibrator.

Tossing herself over on her stomach, she lifted her hips and slid the vibrator beneath her. Pressing her crotch down, she emitted a squeal of delight, and allowed herself to be carried away on a wave of shameful pleasure.

The end

Friday, 3 July 2015

The Humble Games– S02 E01 (Part Nine)

Sorry about the delay on this one, folks. There's just one chapter left after this, so please be sure to let us know what you think.
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 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 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.

Thursday, 12 March 2015

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!”
     “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.