Chapter 2
There was a horrible silence following
the Magician’s words. Even though it had barely been ten minutes since they’d
finished their lunch, all five ladies were beginning to feel an uncomfortable
pressure in their bladder and bowels.
Abby was terrified. If she lost,
she’d be made incontinent?! After what she’d seen, she had no doubt the
Magician was capable of doing that. She glanced at the other girls. They looked
utterly absurd with their bulky adult nappies pushing their thighs apart. She
looked down at the bulging disposable diaper between her own legs, imagining what
it would be like having to wear one all the time, to be so helpless that she
couldn’t even control her most basic bodily functions, forced to pee and poop
in her pants like some oversized infant! She felt sick. She couldn’t let that
happen to her. She just couldn’t! Her life would be ruined! How would anyone
find her attractive if she had to waddle around in stinky nappies wherever she
went?! She’d just eaten a big lunch, and now, according to the Magician, her
bladder and bowel control was the same as it had been when she was three years
old. Had she been potty-trained at three? She must have been. Surely!
Becky was panicking. She knew for
a fact that she hadn’t been fully trained until she was four years old. She
thought about the disgusting little brats at her daycare, stopping in the
middle of their play to squat down and poop their pants without any control at
all. If she lost, she’d be just like them. No! That wouldn’t happen to her. It couldn’t!
She hated changing messy nappies more than anything in the world. The idea that
she might have her own dirty diapers to deal with was just too horrible to
contemplate! She clenched her bum cheeks as hard as she could and focused on
staying clean.
Madelyn knew she couldn’t let
herself lose. There was no way she could show up at any of her women’s rights
groups as a diaper-dependent thumbsucker. She’d be a joke! A cause of
second-hand embarrassment for women everywhere! What kind of message would it
be sending if an icon of the feminist movement was some kind of big baby? She
sucked her thumb and concentrated as hard as she could on not pooping herself.
Katherine was trembling in fear. She
couldn’t keep her job as a model if she had to wear stupid diapers under her
clothes all the time! She imagined
trying to walk down the catwalk, waddling awkwardly, maybe even pausing halfway
down to bend her knees, scrunch up her face, and fill her pants with a yucky
mess. She’d probably be stuck doing diaper commercials for the rest of her
career! Her outfits were so important to her – how she dressed was an
expression of her identity, of her beauty and elegance. All diapers would do
would show off how immature and helpless she was. If she ended up incontinent
she might as well start wearing bonnets and baby dresses too!
Susie still had horrible memories
from when she’d been potty trained. Her mother managed to combine a ruthless
severity with a nauseatingly patronising tone. Whoopsie-daisy! Susie did a
wee-wee in her pants instead of using the potty like a big girl! I think
someone just earned herself some smacky bum-bum time and a week with nothing to
cover her nappy when her friends come over! Yes she did! The idea of ending
up back in nappies forever was unthinkable. Even now the prospect of wetting
her nappy, let alone messing it, sent a terrible shiver down her spine. She
couldn’t let this happen to her!
Becky was beginning to struggle. She
knew she’d only lose if she messed herself, but she didn’t want to be the first
to pee her diaper either. Her fidgeting became squirming, and her squirming
became a full-on potty dance. She wasn’t the only one; pretty soon all five
women were wiggling ludicrously on the spot, hands clutching between their
legs. With a sudden, uncontrollable rush, Becky started pissing herself. She
squealed in dismay, regretting it a moment later when she realised she might as
well have just announced to everyone that she’d wet her nappy.
The Magician walked forwards with
a knowing smile. “Has Becky had a little accident?” he asked. Ignoring her
whines of displeasure, he brushed her hands aside and cupped the front of her diaper.
“Oh yes,” he said happily. “I think I know a certain little girl who’s done
lots of wee-wees in her pants.” He spun her around suddenly and pulled out the
waistband of her nappy to peek inside. “But no poo-poos yet. What a big girl!”
Abby felt her own bladder give
way shortly afterwards. It was disgusting! She hadn’t wet her pants since she’d
been a very little girl, and it made her feel so small and pathetic, her nappy
flooding with pee, the soggy padding pressed up against her nether regions. And
she couldn’t even relax her stupid potty dance, because even though the
pressure in her bladder had been relieved, there was a new pressure growing in
her bottom, becoming stronger and stronger by the second. She pressed her hands
to the back of her diaper, her brow furrowed in concentration.
The Magician looked on gleefully
at the five grown women he’d reduced to potty-dancing toddlers. Madelyn whined
around her thumb, wiggling in place and making her nappy crinkle noisily. Katherine
whimpered, all her dignity and poise forgotten as she hopped from foot to foot
in a ridiculous potty dance, both hands pressed to the seat of her Pampers, her
breasts bouncing around on her chest, barely contained by her bra. Susie
squirmed in place, her face set, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead as
she concentrated with all her might on not messing her pants. Abby and Becky
were looking the most desperate. There was real panic on their faces as they
felt themselves on the edge of losing control, facing a future where stinky diapers
would be their regular underwear.
Then, with a sudden loud fart, Becky
helplessly bent her knees and stuck out her padded bottom. “Nooooo….” she
whimpered, but it was too late. The beautiful, eighteen-year-old woman screwed
up her face and started going to the potty in her own pants, just like those
disgusting brats she had to change every day at work. She burst into tears as
she pushed out a yucky mess uncontrollably into her nappy, too repulsed by what
was happening in that moment to think about anything else.
Abby started crying too as, only
a moment or two later, she also started messing her nappy like a giant baby. But
when she looked up through her blurry eyes, she saw that Becky had pooped her
pants first. Despite how disgusting she felt, how thoroughly she’d degraded
herself in front of an audience, one of them a very attractive man, a faint
smile of relief appeared on her face. She hadn’t lost.
The moment they saw Becky fill
her pants, and Abby a few seconds later, Madelyn, Katherine, and Susie
hurriedly toddled over to the plastic potties, tugged their sopping wet nappies
off urgently, and planted their bare bottoms down on the tiny little things.
They knew they must look totally ridiculous, three adult women perched on
training potties sized for toddlers, but at least they didn’t look as absurd as
Abby and Becky, standing bow-legged in their dirty diapers. They let go with
immense relief, not even caring that they were doing number two in full view of
everyone else in the room.
As Becky finished loading her
nappy, she looked up to see the Magician smiling down at her sinisterly. “Well,
it looks like we have our loser,” he said. “Although you probably won’t be able
to tell just at the moment, sweetheart, you should know that you are now
totally incontinent.”
“No!” Becky shrieked, her eyes
wide and terrified. “I can’t! I can’t be incontinent! Please give me another
chance!”
“Awww, sorry stinky-pants,” the
Magician said in mock-pity, “but it’s back to nappies full-time for baby Becky.”
“Oh God no!” Becky wailed
piteously, staggering backwards and staring down at the stinky diaper drooping
heavily between her legs. She started breathing very fast. “This isn’t
happening… This isn’t happening…”
Abby felt a little bit sorry for
her, but she was glad it was Becky, and not her, who would be making big smelly
messes in her pants for the rest of her life. Her own nappy felt disgusting,
and although she was relieved she hadn’t lost, she still felt a shiver of fear at
how close she’d come to being turned into some gross, pants-pooping baby-woman
forever.
The Magician turned to the three
women who’d made it to the potty. A pack of baby wipes materialised in his
hand, and Madelyn, Katherine, and Susie suddenly realised they’d been provided
with nothing to wipe their own bottoms with.
“No, wait!” Susie said
desperately as the Magician approached her first. “Can’t we just do it
ourselves? We didn’t even lose the challenge!”
“Come on now, sweetie. Get up and
turn around. Daddy needs to wipe your bottom.”
Cringing in shame, but too scared
of further punishment to resist, Susie got up, turned around, and presented her
bottom to the Magician to clean. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying that none
of the other girls were watching while the Magician worked at her messy bum
with one cool wet wipe after the other. It reminded her once again of the days
when she’d still been under her mother’s control. She’d made the mistake of
smoking a cigarette in the bathroom once during her teens, and from that moment
on she’d never been allowed privacy in the toilet – the bathroom door had to
stay open at all times, and her mother would make sure to check on her
regularly. But even worse had been when her mother had found a pair of her
stained underwear in the clothes hamper. It had been hardly anything, but from
then on, even though she’d been eighteen years old, her mother had insisted on
wiping Susie’s bottom for her. With the threat of spankings, and many other
punishments to keep her in line, Susie had had no choice but to give in. She
blushed furiously as the Magician wiped her clean, feeling like the last three
years of independence she’d experienced had suddenly been undone, and she was
back in her mother’s house as nothing but an overgrown child.
“There we go!” the Magician
announced when he was done. “All clean! Now onto the next little lady.” He
moved on to repeat the process with Katherine and Madelyn. Like Susie, the two
of them wanted to fight and argue, but they were too humiliated and broken down
by what had just happened. They just wanted to get clean again, so they
submitted meekly to getting their bottoms wiped like little girls who were
still being potty trained.
Smiling in satisfaction, the
Magician turned back to Becky, who was now looking dazed and confused.
“I had to go potty…” she whispered,
as if she didn’t really believe what had just happened.
“You certainly did!” the Magician
laughed delightedly. “But I’m afraid there won’t be any potties in your future
from now on, sweetie. Just thick, crinkly diapers.”
Becky broke down into hysterical
sobs, the full weight of what had been done to her finally hitting.
“Unless you win the competition,
of course,” the Magician added, “in which case you can use one of your wishes
to get back to normal.”
He turned to the other girls. “Your
rooms are down the corridor on the left. You’ll see your names on the doors.
But I expect you back in the dining room in half an hour or so, understand? You’ll
be voting on which of you gets removed from the game this evening, so you’ll
need some time to talk to each other. You can all go and change first. Except
for Becky here.” He turned back to her, smiling maliciously. “Having a messy
bottom is going to be an everyday part of your life from now on, sweetie, so
you need to get used to toddling around in poopy pants.”
Becky started crying even more
forcefully while the other girls hurried off to their rooms, their bare bottoms
jiggling, and Abby waddled after them as quickly as she could in her messy
nappy, desperate to get changed.
