2011

Damn nice find  

So it's been over 30 hours I'm locked inside my double diaper (with 2 booster). During the past 30 hours, I pooped 5 times (it's super full, thx to the 6 teaspoon psyllium) Today, on the morning, I took 3 more teaspoon of psyllium, +2 this afternoon. Maybe more before going to bed. I would like a final massive mess.

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It’s precisely those many details that help make the story as good as it is, so I have absolutely no right to complain. It can just be frustrating as a reader that, several chapters after Samantha (maybe?) was rescued, you still don't know the extent and severity of her injuries. But I’m spoiled, because when I started reading the story after more than 50 chapters was posted, I could just keep going to the next chapter to find out more. But thanks for your effort. It’s only because of the story’s quality that I’m so invested in what happens.

(╯°□°)╯︵Chapter 39   ---   “This is simply incredible,” said the middle-aged quietly, observing Alicia while figuratively poking and prodding her, letting slip a smile in between his professional demeanor. “However did you elude us this long?”   Alicia stared at the man with disdain, grumbling as he circled her like a shark in bloodied water, and then at Sofia who was failing to contain a grin of her own. The manager was having a bit too much fun at her expense for her liking.   “G-give her some space, Travis,” she urged while holding her sides.    Alicia rolled her eyes. ‘Travis’, or rather the creative director, had been all up in her business the moment she stepped inside the agency, oohing and ahhing at her diminutive figure and scrutinizing her features in great detail.   “It’s a mystery,” she finally let out, “must’ve forgotten to hit send on all those model applications in the past.”   “Oh the sass on this one,” he chuckled, but eventually straightened himself, “but in all seriousness, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Alicia. I’ve heard good things from your manager.”   Good things, hmm? Alicia wondered.   “Nice to meet you too, I guess.”   “Anywho…I think we need to get ready, Travis,” Sofia wiped a tear from her eye,” our upcoming Etoile isn’t quite battle-ready yet, if you catch my drift.”    “Hmm? Oh yes, yes of course,” he nodded sagely. “I’ll meet you two later in the studio, ta for now!” He turned on his heel, giving a little wave. “This is going to be a game changer, I can feel it!”   A what now? Alicia furrowed her brows at the leaving director, turning to Sofia for clarification.   “Artists…,” Sofia simply shrugged.   Alicia snorted at the brief explanation but followed Sofia nonetheless into the ‘Chamber of Deceit’. She jumped up onto the changing table and let her manager get to work.    “So…the whole ‘Etoile’ business,” she asked, staring up at the ceiling, “it’s a done deal then?”   “It’s in the works pretty much yeah,” Sofia nodded and slipped off Alicia’s pants alongside the super-hero pull-up. “I’m sorry again for how this was sprung on you.”   “From what you’ve told me, it was out of your hands,” Alicia shrugged. “I’ve had some time to process things, and maybe things won’t be as bad as I was making them out to be. I can still quit in another five months, yes?”   “Of course,” Sofia said, “I’d be rather sad if you did though.”   Mhm, of course you would, Alicia snorted. She wondered how large Sofia’s bonus would be if the ball kept rolling like this by the end of the year. Still, she’d probably miss this…her manager that is.   “And the raise is really good, right?”   “I’m sure you won’t be disappointed seeing your new deposit after today, Your Majesty,” Sofia said.    “Very good,” Alicia returned poshly, “for what is a royalty without royalties, yes?”   Sofia rolled her eyes as she pulled on the last tab of the diaper they were using for today’s shoot. Alicia could faintly make out ‘SnuggleDrys’ on the package.    “Feels bulkier than usual,” Alicia said, wriggling on the table.    “I added a booster,” Sofia said, “to give a better impression before the cameras.”   “Wouldn’t that be false advertising? Should I be alerting the local news?” Alicia smirked.    “Oh please, these diapers are very absorbent on their own. They’re marketed for both playtime and nighttime use. It’s just to give the illusion of bulk and safety,” Sofia said as if memorizing a script. “And what local news would you be calling, you goober?”   “Fair enough.”   “You know,” Sofia smiled, “if you’re so worried about the integrity of SnuggleDrys, you’re free to take a package home…”   Not on your life! Alicia stared at her manager with a straight face.    “Mhm, sure. Why don’t I just get a year supply while I’m at it. Take it out of my paycheck,” she replied dryly.   Sofia smiled mischievously.   “Don’t actually do that,” Alicia added.    “Hmm whatever you say, Your Majesty,” she hummed and took out a plain onesie with flowerprints, slipping it onto Alicia.   “Nothing too cutesy today?”   “You almost sound disappointed,” Sofia replied, but added, “just some simple clothing today per Travis’s instructions. The diapers are the main focus after all.”   “Speaking of which, who are the other people here today? I didn’t really get to greet them yet,” Alicia asked.    “Well, there’s Marisha the make-up artist, Derrick who’ll be assisting Michelle with the cameras, and Heather and Nora that you already know,” Sofia counted out.   Of course Nora’s here…Alicia thought. “Wait, make-up. Really?”   “Sure, nothing fancy I’m sure. Just some foundation and concealer I imagine,” Sofia replied.    Then the door to the changing room swung open, revealing a pale woman with freckles and curly, ginger hair.    “‘Ello, ‘ello, ‘ello,” she said with a bright smile and make-up bag slung across her side. “You ready to have your make-up done, love?”   Alicia looked towards the door, and then to her manager. “Sofia, what’s Ed Sheeran doing here?”   “Oy!” The woman smirked and pointed a finger at the offending teenager,  “Watch it, love or we’ll have a black eye to cover up as well.”   Sofia sighed loudly, giving Alicia a tiny earflick.    “Ouch!”   “Alicia meet Marisha, Marisha meet Alicia, and please forgive her for her brattiness. First impressions aren’t her forte as it stands,” she said.   Alicia managed to look a little sheepish, rubbing her ear. “Sorry.”   “Eh, water under the bridge already, innit?” Marisha shrugged. “You all ready then, love?”   “As ready as I’ll ever be, sure.”   “I’ll let you work your magic.” Sofia slowly backed out of the changing room, but not before turning to Alicia, pointing an accusing finger. “Behave now, Princess.”   Alicia feigned a gasp at her royal demotion and promptly took a seat near the large mirror. She gave Sofia her greatest and most sincere salute before she left out the door.   “Sorry again for the joke,” Alicia said meekly as Marisha took out new brushes, primer, foundation and concealer from her bag.    “Like I said, all is forgiven, love. Now excuse me while I adjust your chair a bit,” Marisha said and pumped a few times on the swivel chair, making Alicia’s legs dangle in the air, “just easier on my back you see.”   “I didn’t know babies got their make-up done professionally like this,” Alicia chuckled as she pondered the thought. “Wait…is that even safe?”   Marisha stopped applying foundation on her palette plate and raised an eyebrow. “I’m just a regular make-up artist, love. For adults.”   “Oh…” Alicia blushed furiously, “I knew that.”   “Besides, babies squirm too much for me…you don’t squirm do you?” she asked with a glint in her eyes.   “Heh, I’ll do my best?” Alicia laughed awkwardly. She started to warm up to Marisha already whose energy sort of matched her own. It also helped that she was treating Alicia like any other adult.    “Just some light foundation and concealer to even some things out,” Marisha said, working the brush over Alicia’s face. It tickled her a little but she remained still. “This will only take a moment. You have such smooth skin already, love. Just a few tiny bags under your eyes.”   “Yeah, you tell me. I don’t always get a good night’s sleep,” Alicia sighed, “better lately though.”   “I feel you, love,” Marisha nodded sagely, finishing up. “There.”   Alicia regarded herself in the mirror. She looked a little brighter, more refined perhaps.    “Hmm, not bad,” she admitted. “Maybe I should give learning another shot.”   “You never learned to do your own make-up?” Marisha asked.    “Gave it up very early,” Alicia said, “felt and looked wrong whenever I tried.” Alicia remembered when she had applied a too light foundation on her face and ended up looking like a ghostly racoon with mascara smudging around her eyes. The nickname ‘Rocket’ had stuck for months back in middle school.   “Well, if you want I could give you a few pointers and some sample products you could try after this is all wrapped up?”   “Yeah, I’d like that,” Alicia beamed back.   “Alright, you ready to face the music then?” Marisha said.   “Lead the way!”   The studio had been split into two, a living room and a bedroom. Toys littered the center of the living room, nesting close to a white faux-fur rug. The rest of the crew had already assembled around Travis who went over the last bits before filming began.    “Alright, everyone. I believe we are about ready to start as soon as—” he stopped talking as soon as Alicia entered. “Ah excellent, our Star actor has arrived.”   Heather, Michelle and a younger fellow with a brown goatee Alicia assumed to be Derrick gave her a little wave as she joined them.    “Hi bestie!” Nora cheered from across the room, finishing up last adjustments on the props she prepared.    Alicia rolled her eyes. “Hey Nora.”   “Last prop check-up complete, Mr. Willingham,” Nora saluted.    “Just Travis is fine, Nora,” he replied.    Nora, full of energy, bounded over towards Alicia. “I’m so excited for your big role, bestie! I hope you’ll like what I put up for you, and Heather too of course!”   Alicia took another look at the room. Fuzzy playmat. Check. Toys Galore. Check. Pastel coloring and cutesy animal prints. Check and Check. She would have to admit, it certainly looked like a room where a toddler lived.   “Wow…,” Alicia dragged out in flat tone, “you’ve outdone yourself.”   “Hehe, thanks!” Nora exclaimed, oblivious to Alicia’s snark.   “Hrm, yes thank you, Nora,” Travis said, before turning to Alicia and Heather. “I believe you’ve already met Heather, yes?”   “We’re acquainted,” Alicia said. “Nice to meet you again.”   “Likewise,” Heather beamed. “This is going to be so fun! The last commercial was really popular!”   Yeah, don’t I know it, Alicia grumbled internally.   “And we’ll make this one even better,” Travis decreed. “Now, we’ll be filming some scenes with you and Heather together, but first I’d like some footage of you acquainting yourself with the props.”   “The toys you mean?” Alicia cocked her head.    “Indeed! Get in there and just try to make yourself at home. Go nuts as they say,” Travis smiled.   “You’re the boss.”    Alicia went over towards the fuzzy playmat, planting her rear directly in the center, cushioned softly by the boosted thickness of the diaper.    “You sure I shouldn’t look over a script or something first?” she tried as she picked up the mallet for a xylophone nearby.    “Babies don’t need scripts, dear,” he countered.    She gave him the stink-eye in reply, as she half-heartedly swung it down and produced a few notes on the xylophone.   “Hmm…less pouting please, and don’t be shy about going crazy,” he urged. “Babies love going crazy on new toys.”   Oh he’s so getting on the shit list, Alicia thought as she pictured bonking him with the mallet, channeling her disdain into childlike glee as the childish instrument echoed across the studio.   “Better…if a little maniacal," Travis said.   Oh, I’ll give you maniacal…   Michelle and Derrick were already in full force adjusting video cameras and shooting pictures. Tired from swinging her arms down in the xylophone, she went over to a few raggedy dolls, scooping them up and slamming them together. But that too got tiresome and repetitive eventually, so she grabbed a handful of crayons and went loose on a big sketchpad.    Yeah this works, Alicia thought to herself, making grand sweeps on her canvas. It was definitely less juvenile by comparison. By Travis’s direction, she adjusted her position to properly show off the SnuggleDry in all its glory.    Alicia contained a blush as she tried not to think about her diapered rear being on full display for thousands of people to see later on TV. After about ten minutes, Travis told them to wrap up the first scene.   “Alright, pretty good, I’d say. We got some promising shots. Next we’ll have the scenes with the ‘mother’ and the ‘baby together.”   Heather strolled up next Alicia. “You ready?”   “I suppose I am. I imagine you’ll be handling me and stuff? Anything specific you want me to do?” Alicia asked.    “Nothing special, but yes I will hold you like I would a child with how long you’re comfortable, and we’ll play around showing off some tender moments,” she replied.    “Um…do we talk at all?” Alicia asked, turning to the director.   “Hmm, Heather’s going to talk to you her ‘daughter’, say a few encouraging and loving words, enough that it looks natural, but we’re likely not keeping any dialogue for the finished product,” Travis said.   “Noted.”   “And you can either babble or speak in one-or two words sentences,” Travis continued.   “...Noted,” Alicia said.   “Alright take 1….ACTION!”   By the cue, Heather took on a maternal smile, leaned down and held Alicia gently in her arms. “There’s Mommy’s precious baby girl! You having fun with your toys, sweetheart?”   Alicia’s eyes bugged out at Heather’s transformation to loving mother and stiffened in her grip.   “Cut! She’s supposed to be your mother, Alicia. Relax,” Travis yelled.   “I-I was just taken a bit aback,” Alicia flusteredly let out. “I’m fine now.”   “Sorry, dear,” Heather apologized, letting her down “Did I come on too strong?”   “It’s fine,” Alicia said, slowly breathing in and out. “I’l be fine.”   She’s not going to eat you, calm down, Alicia thought.   “Alright, then people! From the top. Take two…and ACTION!”   “Aww, come here babygirl,” Heather cooed.   Alicia sighed internally. It was going to be a long day.   ----   Alicia stretched out on the sofa as the crew took a small break and rubbed her temples to calm her nerves. Two hours of straight filming. They had shot so many scenes with so many different props. There had been scenes with a different set of toys, ‘playing’ Hide and Seek around the prop furniture and just general, embarrassing nuzzling between Heather and Alicia.    Travis seemed very pleased as he looked over the footage. Alicia couldn’t quite understand why as they had done several retakes because she wasn’t smiling enough, or looked too embarrassed in the shots.   “Alright. Looks good,” he said, rounding up the break. “Let’s prepare the next scene.”   Nora went up and cleared away the toys from the fuzzy mat, laying out a powder bottle as well as a package of baby wipes.   “Um, what are we doing?” Alicia asked perplexed.   “Hmm?” Travis turned around. “We’re going to showcase the SnuggleDry powder and wipes. Please lie down on the mat, Alicia,” he said without skipping a beat.     “Uh, why?”   “Because we’re filming a diaper changing scene.”   “What!?” Alicia’s eyes bugged. “Excuse me?”   “It’s just for show, Alicia,” Heather reassured, “you’re not exposing yourself on camera.”   “Naturally,” Travis said, “it just needs to look like a tender moment.”   Great…Alicia trudged over begrudgingly and plopped herself down on her back on the soft playmat.    “Alright, diaper changing scene take 1…ACTION!”   “Oh Mommy’s Angel,” Heather said, as sweet as pie, and gingerly felt around Alicia’s diaper. “I think someone is in need of a change! Is it you? Is it?”   That sent Alicia over the edge as she blushed furiously. It sounded dangerously close to how her mother treated her when she was a little too deep in the sauce.    “Cut! Babies don’t blush when they’re getting their diaper changed, Alicia,” Travis scolded. “Please try to calm down and we’ll take it from the top.”   “Alright, alright give me a moment,” Alicia said, trying to calm herself. She could feel the telltale tug on her bladder now, but she was damned if she was going to wet herself before the rolling cameras.   “I could dial things back a bit?” Heather asked Travis.    “No,” he said, “even if the audio ends up unused, it’s important that the feeling is right.”   “I’ll be fine,” Alicia assured them. Inside she wasn’t feeling all too well however.   “Alright from the top Take 2…ACTION!”   Heather started her spiel again, cooing at Alicia and laying her down, unsnapping her onesie. Alicia forced a smile, up until she felt Heather tugging at the tapes.   “Whoah, don’t actually take it off!”she yelled.   “Cut!” Travis said again. “Heather’s just adjusting the tapes, Alicia. You’ll be fine. You’re not getting naked on camera.”   “Well, would have been good to know what to expect, yeah?” Alicia frowned.    “Sorry,” Heather apologized.   “No, no I’m not mad at you Heather,” Alicia said, “It’s fine. Let’s just get it over with.”   “Alright diaper changing scene take three…ACT—!” Darkness filled the studio. A slight pause followed by an exasperated groan from the director rung out as the lights went out.   “Seriously? We were making such good time too!”    Wait…we were? Alicia thought. That couldn’t be right. They had to do so many retakes she was actually beginning to feel a little bad dragging Heather and the others down.   “Please get someone to fix the lights,” Travis sighed.   “Already on it,” Sofia stepped out, phone in hand.    “So…watch any good shows lately?” Heather said, forcing out some small talk to break the silence.   “Uh just revisiting some classics really,” Alicia replied.   “Mhmm, mhmm,” Heather nodded in reply.   The small talk continued on for a little bit and equally painful, but thankfully the lights came back on after only ten minutes of back and forth platitudes. The awkwardness of the situation had distracted Alicia from her bladder, but of course such respite was fleeting as always. She felt the urge return and was just about to ask for a quick intermission when she heard a familiar voice in the background.   “Alright folks, should be all fixed now…wait…Alicia?”   Third time’s the charm as Alicia’s eyes grew big like saucers as she saw Nick standing in the doorway, handyman attire with a screwdriver still in hand.   “What’s going on here?” he asked, puzzled at the scene.   Alicia couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, only stare at her old friend whom she had shared both pain and laughter during their schooldays. In a sense, he was almost like a big brother to her, and now…now he had seen her at her most vulnerable.   The sense of humiliation was enough to shatter her defenses, causing her bladder to spasm uncontrollably into the SnuggleDry.    “Noo!” she mewled out loud as tears clouded her vision.   “O-oh,” Nick let out as he tried to pick his jaw up from the floor. “Um…is this a bad time?”