Damage Limitation

[Elfy]

The band Damage Limitation are on tour and stopping at a festival. Much to their chagrin they have been set up with a PR opportunity that none of them want. The band's manager, John, finds that corralling a rock band is the hardest part of his job.

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Damage Limitation

By Elfy

The tour bus rolled down the highway under the blazing sun. The band Damage Limitation were lounging around as the miles of empty countryside stretched out behind them, the tour was really taking a toll on the three-piece band.

The group were on their way to the Upload Festival where they would be headlining that night in support of their new album. It was to be the last show before they were to get a well-earned break. In truth tensions within the band were quite high but that was no surprise considering they had been living together in such cramped confines for so long.

James, the vocalist and bass player, was sitting at the back of the bus using the video game console. Matt, the guitarist, was furiously scribbling on a piece of paper. He was already starting work on songs for the next album as well as his side project. The drummer, Brad, was at the front of the bus with his feet up and a baseball cap pulled down over his face.

Sitting just across from the driver was the band manager. John was looking back at the guys he managed and was just as interested in some time away. Trying to keep these guys from fighting was a full time job. He was hoping for a quiet final day of the tour before heading home to his family.

John consulted his planner and reminded himself of an event that was booked for earlier in the day. He closed his eyes and sighed before leaning across to the driver.

“We need to make a detour.” John said quietly, “Go to this address.”

John left the piece of paper with the driver who immediately started typing the new address into the satellite navigation equipment. John stood up and took a deep breath, he knew that what he had to say would not go down well with the young men strewn around the bus.

“Band meeting!” John called out, “Upstairs.”

John walked to the upper level of the bus which was filled with equipment. He walked to the front of the bus and sat down, as he heard people coming up the stairs he looked out at the town that was rapidly approaching. The bus sped past a billboard advertising the festival, a picture of Damage Limitation took up a majority of the space.

“What’s up?” James asked as he sat down on one of the chairs and put his feet up.

“Let’s wait till everyone’s here.” John replied.

“That doesn’t sound good…” James chuckled as he leaned back and pulled out his phone.

Matt was the second person up the stairs. He didn’t say anything but sat down on a speaker opposite the singer and continued scribbling notes without looking up. Not long after he sat down he shook his head and scribbled out some lines.

“Writing our next hit?” James asked as he glanced up from the phone, “Please no octave changes this time. You’re killing me, dude.”

“I’m writing something acoustic for my solo stuff.” Matt replied.

“That’s good because John’s kicking you out of the band.” James replied with a snide smile.

“He’s… what!?” Matt finally looked up from his paper to see James laughing and John shaking his head.

“No one is getting kicked out.” John said quickly, “We just have to make an unexpected stop.”

“Asshole.” Matt muttered to James before turning back to his paper.

Brad finally trooped up the stairs half a minute later. He was yawning and quickly slumped into the seat nearest him. He leaned his head against the window and motioned for John to get on with it.

“Alright, now that everyone’s here…” John started, “I wanted to let you all know there is a publicity event booked before the show tonight.”

“More autographs?” Brad sighed, “You know how I feel about that.”

“Yes, I know.” John replied, “You think it affects your drumming…”

“More like it affects his jerking off.” James interjected with a laugh that no one shared.

“Fuck you, James.” Brad replied without missing a beat.

“Guys, knock it off.” John said as he briefly put his hand up to his forehead, “There won’t be many autographs. You’re going to be visiting a day care at the festival site for some pictures, maybe you’ll help out a bit and th-”

“A day care!?” James scoffed, “Count me out.”

“It’s the record labels idea.” John said, “They want you to do it so you’ll have to do it.”

“That’s bullshit.” James argued.

“You have to admit it’s not very rock and roll.” Matt said as he looked up again, “Like, I thought we were trying to make some hard hitting music that makes a difference.”

“More like some hard hitting money.” Brad said lazily, “I’ve got a mortgage to pay off.”

“Just get cleaned up.” John said, “We’ll be there in about half an hour and I need you all to be presentable for the press. You know you have to keep the suits happy if you want to get your bonus.”

With general murmurs of discontent the three band members left to go back downstairs. John reminded himself it was just one more day before he could get a break, he just had to get the band through this last day of the tour.

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The bus pulled in to the festival car park and finally came to a stop. No one on board seemed particularly eager to get off but the roadies from other vehicles came on to start offloading equipment.

James was chewing on some bubble-gum as he looked out of the window at the general hubbub outside the bus. He could hear a band on the main stage playing a song but they didn’t sound very good. James never really socialised with other bands, he didn’t mind doing it but it always seemed like other bands avoided them. He supposed his incessant pranking and joking might be the reason but if they couldn’t handle a little bit of fun that wasn’t his problem.

“Yo, wake up.” James said as he threw a guitar pick across the aisle at Brad who was sleeping again.

“Wha…” Brad slowly looked up in confusion, “Where are we?”

“We’re at the festival.” James said, “John’s just gone off to work out where we’re going.”

Brad nodded and stretched but soon leant back against the window. He didn’t fall back to sleep but he wasn’t doing much either. Matt was sat on the seat behind him taking a break from writing but not from work, he was listening to some other music. He called it research to see what other bands were doing but his bandmates called it an excuse to goof off. Matt always thought it was rich for them to say that though since it always seemed to be him that was doing the work for the band.

James looked back out of the window to see John jogging back across the car park and on to the bus. He had a bunch of contracts and papers and looked a little rushed. He put his paper down on the vacant driver’s seat and looked around.

“Good, you’re all here.” John said slightly breathlessly.

“Where else would we be?” James asked sarcastically, “It’s not like we’re allowed to have fun or anything anymore.”

“James you knew that when you signed the contract with the label you would have responsibilities and…” John began.

“Whatever, dude.” James said with a dismissive wave of the hand, “What’re we doing?”

“OK, well you aren’t due out on stage for quite a while and there are one or two things lined up for you beforehand.” James explained, “The nursery is waiting for us as we speak so if you are all ready to go.”

“I’ve been so excited to do it.” James jumped to his feet in mock excitement and clapped his hands annoyingly. He couldn’t have been more sarcastic if he tried.

“Try to tone the sarcasm down before you see the children.” John sighed with exasperation as the three band members filed past him and off the bus.

The three uninterested band members followed John across the car park. The area over the fence was very loud, music intermingled with excited cheers and fairground noises as the classic atmosphere of a rock and roll festival. The backstage area was a lot less hectic although festival workers were hurrying to and fro getting things and people ready. The logistics of a festival must be a nightmare, they all thought as they walked through the area.

“Well if it isn’t “Music Limitation.”” Shouted a condescending voice from a chair just in front of a large trailer.

The band looked around and collectively groaned in disappointment. James let out a string of expletives under his breath as he saw a familiar but unwanted figure.

“No one told me Chad would be here” Matt said with a grimace.

Chad stood up and started walking over to the members of Damage Limitation. Chad was very well acquainted with the band having been their original lead singer until the band kicked him out for being too much for them to handle. He was now the singer of a different band that were starting to get some momentum behind them, Rose’s Thorn.

“What do you want?” Brad asked rather aggressively. Even the usually laid back drummer was less than happy to see the former singer.

“Chill out guys.” Chad said with a smirk as he swaggered forwards drinking from a bottle of beer, “Just happy to see my old friends. I hear you’re on babysitting duty.”

“Well… Our label’s making us…” Matt muttered as the others scowled.

“Aww, mommy and daddy at the label sending you out to babysit for extra pennies?” Chad laughed, “No shame in that. You like doing what people in suits tell you, I prefer to have freedom to do whatever I like.”

“Guys, come on. No point standing around out here…” John rolled his eyes as he tried to move his band away from the potential flashpoint.

As the band started following their manager away from Chad and towards the nursery they heard Chad clearing his throat and calling out.

“I don’t suppose you’ve had a chance to listen to my group’s new album?” Chad asked, “Tales from a Lifer it’s got great reviews and just went platinum.”

None of the band members turned around but James threw up a middle finger over his shoulder to show Chad what he thought of him. The other band members chuckled.

“I have heard that album.” Matt admitted when they were out of earshot, “I listened to it for research.”

“Was it good?” James asked.

“Yeah.” Matt replied with a sigh, “Really good.”

“Damn…” James said before swearing some more.

The nursery that the band was visiting was in a semi-permanent building in a secluded area that anyone with a ticket could access. It was quiet and away from the stages, a perfect place to leave your kids before going out to spend the day rocking and rolling. John led the way around to the day care making sure to enter the back way so that they didn’t get mobbed by fans.

“I need you all to smile and be happy.” John said as they approached the day care door.

“That’s great.” James said with the fakest smile he could muster, “Because I’m ecstatic to be here!”

“Could you try not being an ass for five minutes?” Matt said as he rolled his eyes, “None of us would choose to do this but we might as well make the most of it.”

John opened the door to a colourful room full of little kids ranging in age from just babies to younger kids. There were a few helpers running around trying to keep them out of trouble and a few photographers that had arrived shortly earlier for those publicity shots the label were so desperate for.

As the cameras started flashing the band members all did their best to smile. The kids all cheered on command when prompted by their guardians and the person operating the single video camera gave the “OK” symbol with his fingers.

“We’re getting some good stuff…” John muttered, “Go mingle with the kids.”

The band members would’ve all preferred to turn around and leave now that their pictures were taken but they did as they were told and split up amongst the children. For the next half an hour the band did their best to appear interested as they talked to the children about their games.

“Nearly time to go.” John said after checking his watch, “Just one last thing to do.”

[Elfy]

The band are very much against the visit to the daycare and are worried about their image. These concerns are only made worse when they are given unexpected gifts. However, something very strange happens and soon the band find themselves in the most unexpected of situations.

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The band members sighed in annoyance as they couldn’t leave this place far enough. The loud children were getting on their nerves and even Brad was having to control his temper. Normally not even a punch in the face would get Brad to act but he was just as annoyed as everyone else.

“Kids?” One of the female day care employees ushered three children forwards. Each was holding a small box in front of them.

“We made these for you.” One of the children said with a wide smile.

Each member of the band knelt down and took a box from the children. They looked at each other and then at John who nodded his head for them to open the boxes up. They did so slowly whilst doing their best to fake enthusiasm for their surprise presents.

“What the fu-” James started to exclaim.

“They’re wonderful!” John quickly shouted to stop James from swearing in front of the children

The boxes each contained a pacifier attached to a gold chain. The pacifiers were all black with white silicon bulbs and each had an instrument painted on the front. The instruments all corresponded to what each person played in the band. James’ had a small microphone with musical notes surrounding it, Matt’s had a replica of his own custom guitar and Brad’s had a single drum with a cymbal either side of it.

“Erm, thanks? I guess…” Matt said as he turned the pacifier over.

The band members turned to leave but they were stopped by John who was blocking their way and seemed intent on them sticking around for one final act.

“Put them in your mouths.” John muttered quickly.

“What!?” James looked disgusted at the suggestion.

“Just do it!” John continued, “The publicity will be great.”

“I swear I’m going to quit this damn band…” Matt muttered darkly, “I’m supposed to be a serious musician and I ha-”

“Do it!” John repeatedly urged.

With a sigh that swallowed their pride and self-respect each of the band members put the gold chains over their heads and then, even more reluctantly, popped the pacifiers into their mouths. The band members experienced the strangest sensations almost as soon as the silicon bulbs touched their tongues.

All three of the band members suddenly froze in place as their eyes sort of glazed over and a strange tingling feeling started at their heads and ran down their bodies. No one seemed to notice the odd reaction since the kids were all laughing at the adults with soothers and the photographers were taking lots of pictures.

“OK guys, you can take them out now.” John said from behind them when the photos were finally done.

James slowly pulled the pacifier out of his mouth and let it go causing it to bounce on his chest. He looked around at his other band members who were slowly doing the same thing, they all looked like they had just come out of a trance.

As John started grabbing his things and the photographers started to leave the band remained in place and looking at each other and down at the pacifiers. It felt like a big change had happened but no one could identify exactly what.

“Guys? Come on, we can go.” John said as he held the door open for what he imagined would be an impatient band.

“I… I want to stay.” James said slowly.

“What?” John asked with a frown.

“I’m with James.” Matt said as he played with the pacifier with his fingers, “I think I want to… Play…”

“You guys are playing a prank on me right?” John said with a quizzical smile.

The band members all looked at John with serious faces. John’s face fell into a frown as he shook his head in confusion, he shrugged his shoulders and indicated the band were free to do whatever they wanted.

“You have about forty-five minutes.” John said, “We have another engagement after that.”

The band members immediately turned away and joined the little groups of children playing games. John shook his head in disbelief as he watched the loud and obnoxious James join a group of little boys playing with Lego. Matt, who was usually so fastidious and against mess of any kind had sat down with some kids doing finger painting. Brad the lazy drummer was now engaged in playing musical statues where he danced energetically and happily.

“What are you building?” James asked one of the kids at the Lego table.

“A rocket ship!” The young boy replied enthusiastically.

“Cool! I’ll build one too!” James said as he pulled a bunch of little bricks towards himself.

As James started putting the blocks together and building his ship he glanced down at the pacifier that was bouncing on his chest. He fiddled with it for a few seconds and felt his cheeks blushing, he didn’t know why but he felt compelled to suck on it again. He hesitantly lifted it up to his mouth whilst worrying about being seen and slipped the bulb between his lips. He almost instantly felt a wave of relaxation wash over his body.

“Hehehe.” James looked up to see the kid he was building with giggling.

James looked away and saw that both Matt and Brad also had their pacifiers in their mouths. James felt better that he wasn’t the only one with a soother as he continued playing happily.

Much sooner than the band members would’ve liked they were rounded up by John who had decided enough was enough and they had to get on to other engagements. The band members gathered together by the door and waved goodbye to the children before John herded them into the corridor.

“What was all that about?” John asked in confusion.

“We were just doing extra PR stuff…” Matt said unconvincingly.

“The cameramen were all gone.” John replied with a shake of the head, “Whatever. We need to move on now. There’s VIP meet and greets to do.”

As the band members walked along the corridor Brad started to feel something very strange. He stopped in the hallway suddenly and frowned, he was the last in the line of band members so no one else stopped moving. Before Brad could even comprehend what was happening he felt a trickle of warmth running down his leg. Brad looked down in stunned silence as the clear mark of wet cloth started spreading over his pants.

“I… I…” Brad couldn’t form the words his brain was telling him to say.

Brad lowered his hands down to his crotch and tried to cover up the embarrassing accident he was suffering. His wordless exclamations had caused other members to look around at him and when Brad lifted his head from his crotch he saw the looks of horror he was getting from those around him.

“Brad?” Matt was the one to finally break the silence, “What is-”

Suddenly Matt stopped talking as if someone had just reached into his head and pulled his next words away. He grabbed obscenely at his crotch and quite suddenly he felt a spurt of heat in his underwear, he tried to stop everything but it was impossible. The wetness started spreading further and further down his pants. He tried pinching the head closed but it hurt and he soon had to let go letting more urine pour down his legs.

“What is happening?” Matt asked surprisingly calmly as he looked down at his own unfolding accident. He was in shock.

James was the last to feel the sudden wetting. He almost seemed to expect it after the others had wet themselves and he simply looked down at the piss running down his leg with a little chuckle. For him, after seeing what happened to his band mates, it seemed inevitable he would end up peeing in his pants.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” John exclaimed when he turned around and saw this ridiculous spectacle.

The corridor was filled with men wetting their pants. John spun around looking at his band wetting themselves helplessly, the urine was starting to drip on to the floor making the whole corridor look and sound like there were multiple leaking pipes.

“It just happened!” Brad replied with wide eyes. He had no control over the pee that was now forming a puddle around his feet.

John looked around to make sure no one else was around. As a manager his first thought was to make sure he was defending the band’s public image. If pictures of this got out it could be devastating, it would be very likely they would have their multi-million dollar contract torn up. There was no one in the hallway but John was sure if they stepped out of the hallway there would be dozens of potential witnesses.

John turned back to the band and saw their wet pant legs sticking out like sore thumbs. The band members were just standing around and looking at John as if he had the answer for this ridiculous situation.

“How do three people just piss themselves like this?” John demanded to know though he made sure to keep his voice low, “Are you playing a joke on me?”

“I… I don’t know what’s happening.” Matt replied earnestly.

“No this isn’t a freaking joke.” James exclaimed.

John looked at Matt and could see there were tears in the eyes of his shocked face. The band manager was certain that if Matt said that they didn’t know what was happening then this was not a prank but a very strange situation.

“Never mind why this is happening.” James stepped forward with a shake of his head, “The question is what do we do about this?”

Brad was still looking down at his pants where drips of urine were now falling on to the floor around his feet. The visible signs of the accidents was quickly manifesting on the floor and it seemed to add an extra need to move quickly.

“Alright, alright…” John looked around again. The hallway only had two doors with one leading outside and the other going back where the band had just come from, “Follow me.”

John pushed past the band members and opened the door to the nursery. He indicated for the band members to follow him and with a lack of choice they decided to follow. The members of the band waddled with wide legs as they made their way back into the nursery, their wet pants legs stuck to their skin uncomfortably.

John was the last one into the nursery and he closed the door behind him. When he turned around to face the room he saw all the faces of the kids and the helpers facing himself and the others in the band. The room had fallen silent as everyone tried to process what they were seeing.

“Pee-pee pants!” A Young girl near the front of room yelled as she pointed.

Once the silence was broken it felt like there was an explosion of laughter. The kids seemed to find the band’s wet pants the funniest thing they had ever seen and they were all laughing, pointing and making fun of the adults that had just had embarrassing accidents.

“These little shits won’t be laughing whe-” James muttered as his cheeks blazed with embarrassment.

“James, quiet!” John quickly cut the singer off before he said something that made the situation worse.

The band members felt incredibly embarrassed as they looked down at the ground as if hoping it would open up underneath them. They shuffled their feet awkwardly as shame gripped them, none of them wanted to be in this situation but they also didn’t know of a good way out of it.

“Can we help you?” One of the supervisors walked over to where the band was stood with a face that was unreadable.

“Do you have a place we could sort this out?” John said as quietly as possible.

“Come with me.” The supervisor said, “My name is Karen by the way.”

[SallyKAT]

A bit odd, but Elfy's good at this. I wonder where this will go next?

[Elfy]

The band Damage Limitation are on tour and stopping at a festival. Much to their chagrin they have been set up with a PR opportunity that none of them want. The band's manager, John, finds that corralling a rock band is the hardest part of his job.

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John led the band through the children who were still rolling around with laughter despite the other supervisors trying to calm them down. There was a door to the side of the room and Karen unlocked it before opening the door to everyone else.

The band hurried in and saw a room that looked like a nurse’s station. The room was pristine white with cabinets around the walls above plastic surfaces, a first aid kit sat prominently on the wall above a sink. In the centre of the room was a mechanical table which looked like it could be raised or lowered however the person operating it required, right now it was fully horizontal.

“What happened?” Karen asked as she walked in the room and faced the band members.

“I… I don’t know…” James was usually confident and cocky but he appeared rattled by what was happened, “I was walking down the corridor and all of a sudden… This happened.”

James indicated the large wet spot on his pants. The other band members nodded to indicate they had suffered the same fate. John looked concerned both for the welfare of his band but also because of the potential for a tremendous humiliation that could see them getting axed from the label, if the band got axed he would likely be following them out the door since the higher-ups would decide he was at fault.

“That’s very unusual.” Karen said with understatement, “Do you guys have issues with this normally?”

“No.” James quickly replied.

“Well, there was that time after the concert in Stockholm…” Brad started to say.

“That was a one off!” James defended himself, “I just had too much to drink or something.”

“OK, well, it might be a urinary tract infection or something of that nature.” Karen said thoughtfully, “Though it would be very unusual to affect you all in the same way at the same time.”

John checked his watch and sighed in frustration. They were already late for their next engagement and they were no closer to a solution than when this had started. He was ready to agree to anything it meant they could get on with the day.

“Ma’am…” John said eventually as his patience ran out, “Is there anything that can be done?”

“The worry I have is that because we don’t know what caused the wettings it may happen again.” Karen said, “This day care is equipped to deal with all sizes of people, this room doubles as a disabled changing room as well.”

“What are you saying?” John asked.

“We have diapers.” Karen said with a shrug, “Including some that will fit you guys.”

“No. Freakin’. Way!” James immediately shouted.

The band all voiced their displeasure as John took a deep breath. He knew the band wouldn’t like it but he also saw where Karen was coming from. He couldn’t afford to have these guys making fools of themselves where they would be seen by cameras.

“Tell her!” James turned to John, “Tell her we aren’t wearing the stupid diapers!”

“I think she has a point.” John said slowly.

Yet again the band started exclaiming loudly and making a big fuss. John let them vent their frustrations a little before putting his hands up to calm them down. He waited for them to fall silent.

“Guys, you are going to be in front of people and cameras.” John started to explain, “If this happens again you are going to end up plastered all over the internet and newspapers. You’ll be laughing stocks.”

“Wearing diapers will make us laughing stocks!” Matt complained.

“No one outside of this room has to know.” John said, “You put them on, we get through the day and then forget about them.”

Karen turned to one of the cabinets and pulled out three folded up diapers. They looked massive and as she laid them on the table John wondered if there was any way to convince the band to put them on, it would be a tough sell to say the least.

“Absolutely not.” Brad said simply.

“I promise you no one will know.” Karen said, “Once you are fully dressed no one will be able to tell.”

“If you’ve got a better idea I’m all ears.” John said with a shrug.

The band members didn’t look up from the diapers. The wet pants they were wearing were getting increasingly uncomfortable and their options were extremely limited. They each understood that they had to do something but no one was willing to make the first move.

“Fine.” Matt eventually said.

Matt took a step forwards and picked up one of the diapers. He felt it’s smooth plastic against his skin and he suddenly felt a very strange tingling in his fingers. All of a sudden the diaper became less abhorrent to him, it just seemed to make sense.

James and Brad stepped forwards and picked up their diapers as well. They both had the same reaction and as they touched the diapers their eyes glazed over slightly. The arguments and complaints slowly faded away and were replaced by positive thoughts that told them that diapers were good.

“Guys, I know you do-” John started trying to seal the deal with a final deal.

“It’s fine.” James’ voice seemed strangely distant.

John and Karen were near the door to the room and watching in fascination as the previously hostile men started exploring the diapers. Far from revulsion, they seemed increasingly interested in the underwear.

“Are you goin-” John’s voice faded into silence as he watched his band start stripping.

It was very sudden but members of the band all took off their shoes and socks. He was happy they had come around but shocked at how fast it had happened, the pants came next and then before he or Karen had a chance to leave the room they started pulling their underwear off.

“Oh my God.” Karen’s eyes went wide as she looked in front of her.

The men had suddenly got naked from the waist down and seemed not to care who saw them. James was the first one to open the diaper and flatten it out, he hopped up on to the table and laid on the diaper awkwardly. He had a mindless smile on his face as he reached down to try and lift the front of the diaper up, his smile turned upside down as he struggled with getting the positioning right. He was quickly growing very frustrated.

“Do you need some help with that?” Karen asked.

James didn’t say anything but he nodded his head. Karen walked forwards and to the foot of the table.

“What on Earth is happening?” John muttered quietly.

“I’ve never done this for someone this large but it’s the same general idea…” Karen said as she brought the front of the diaper up and taped it closed.

James hopped off the table once he was padded up and landed on the floor with his crinkling echoing in the silent room. He twisted around and looked at himself before smiling, as he touched his diaper it crinkled loudly again. His face was red but he walked away from the table without putting his pants back on. Apart from the diaper he was wearing his shirt and the pacifier was still attached to a necklace around his neck.

“Me next!” Matt said enthusiastically as he hopped forwards and up on to the table excitedly.

Karen looked surprised but started pulling out a second diaper regardless. John frowned in confusion as he looked from the guitarist getting diapered to the singer who was now modelling his new underwear in front of the drummer.

Matt sighed as the diaper was pulled up between his legs and smoothed out over his belly. He had a strange smile on his face as the diaper was pulled and taped tightly closed. Matt slipped off the table once he was changed and finally Brad climbed up for his diaper.

When Brad had been put into his new underwear he hopped off the table with a couple of diaper pats from Karen. He joined his bandmates where they all smiled serenely at each other. John was still struggling to comprehend what he was seeing, the three band members with reputations to uphold were all standing around looking at each other’s diapers.

“Didn’t you have somewhere to be?” Karen asked John after a few minutes when the band manager still hadn’t moved a muscle.

John snapped back to reality and shook some sense back into his head. He looked down at his phone to see that they were very late for the VIP gathering they were supposed to be at. He quickly gathered his thoughts and started grabbing his things together.

“Come on guys.” John said, “We’re late.”

The band members stopped their communal admiration for each other’s diaper and walked towards the door. John turned the handle before stopping himself and turning round again, he looked up and down.

“Maybe put your pants back on first?” John said with exasperation.

“Do we have to?” James asked.

“What the fuck do you…” John raised his hands in exasperation, “Yes! You have to put the damn pants on!”

The pants the group had been wearing were obviously no longer wearable. They were soaked through but fortunately the nurse had some spare pairs of sweatpants she could hand out to the band members.

The band members grumbled as they slowly picked up the clothes. Once they were all dressed again they were hurried out of the nurse’s room. They walked back out in front of the children in the nursery who were fortunately much more distracted than they had been when the band had walked in minutes before.

James was the first of the band members to leave the room and he looked down at his waist as he walked. He could feel the thick padding rubbing against his thighs and despite knowing he shouldn’t like it he felt a strange serenity about the situation. He looked behind him at the other members of the band and saw they were similarly preoccupied by their new diapers. James could see that Brad had a strange smile on his face whilst Matt seemingly couldn’t stop fiddling with the waistband.

There was a noticeable crinkle coming from the band as they walked through the quiet day care. The children nearest the passing men looked up in confusion.

John led the band out to the hallway and looked down as the others walked past him. He couldn’t help but notice that each of his charges had a noticeable bulge in their pants, he hoped no one asked any awkward questions.

“Follow me.” John said as he jogged in front of everyone and started walking quickly towards the next stop on their itinerary.

“Slow down!” James called out, “We can’t move as fast now…”

John looked back to see that the band was indeed having some issues with keeping up. They were forced into wide-legged waddles as they hurried along. John finally noticed the pacifiers still hung around their necks, he wasn’t sure how he had missed them before but the natural light almost seemed to make them glow.

“Guys, do you want to take off the pacifiers?” John asked with exasperation, “Seriously what is goi-”

“No!” The three members of the band loudly interrupted. As one they reached up and cupped their hands over the soothers.

“Well… Could you at least hide them under your shirts?” John asked as he put his hand to his forehead.

The band members scowled but did as they were asked as the tucked the soothers out of sight and below their shirts. John led the three diapered musicians over to the back of a very large tent, he stopped them just outside the rear entrance.

“I’ll just make sure they’re ready for us.” John said as he disappeared inside.

[Pierry Louys]

Good chapter !! Really interesting the way the band is regressing the only question is who is the responsible for this !

[Elfy]

The show must go on despite the unusual circumstances as they leave the daycare. The next stop on their itinerary is the VIP area for people who had bought some very expensive tickets. John is hoping that the change of scene with bring the band back to their senses...

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James turned around and looked at the rest of the band. Matt was still fiddling with his pants and looking at the diaper underneath whilst Brad slumped leaned against a wall and closed his eyes.

“I wish I could just take these pants off.” James said idly, “They’re really uncomfortable for some reason, this shirt too.”

“I hear that.” Matt replied.

James was just about to start pulling down his pants when John came back out of the tent. When he saw the manager walking towards him he guiltily snatched his hands away, there was something about this material that was leaving him feeling itchy and uncomfortable.

“Alright, come on in.” John said as he waved the band over to the small entrance in the tent, “And please try to be… Normal.”

“We ARE normal.” James replied with a pout.

“Whatever you say.” John replied with a sigh.

A big cheer went up as the band walked through the back of the tent and into the VIP area. A lot of their fans who had paid extra money to meet the band had their hands in the air and were applauding.

“There’ll be some time for mingling in a minute.” John announced to the excitable crowd, “But first a signing session. You can bring anything you want signed up to the table, you will also get a free shirt and an assorted goodie bag.”

The band were ushered to a long table with three chairs behind it. The enclosed space seemed to make the sound of crinkling even more prominent but the noise of all the people helped mask it. As each person’s diapered rear pressed against the seat they experienced strange tingling sensations as the padding pushed up and against their bodies.

James, Matt and Brad were each given pens and were soon taking pictures, signing autographs and shaking hands with everyone who came by. There were a lot of people and the signing was more draining on the band than it would seem. With about half the line done James took a second to yawn and stretch his arms above his head. Just as he reached maximum stretch he felt a sudden spray of heat in his pants.

“What the…” James nearly fell out of his chair as he jumped to his feet.

James looked down at his pants in shock. He could feel heat spreading quickly but it took him a few seconds to realise what must be happening. His hands quickly dropped to his pants and he held his crotch as if he could do anything to stop the flow of urine spreading throughout his disposable underpants.

“A-Are you alright?” A concerned fan in front of the table said as he watched James grab at his groin.

“I’m wetting myself!” James exclaimed in shock and disbelief.

“OK, folks… If you want to go back to mingling we’ll be right back in a second.” John quickly shouted as he rushed forwards to try and divert attention away from his singer.

People slowly walked away whilst muttering to each other. James was looking down at his crotch again as the stream of pee pouring into his diaper finally came to a halt. He looked up at his manager with shock and shame, he opened his mouth but no sound came out he had no way to explain what had just happened.

John was just about to say something when a sudden noise behind him forced him to spin around. He watched in shock as the table in front of Matt and Brad was suddenly overturned sending everything on top of the surface scattering on the floor in front of them. John watched as they both grabbed at their crotches in the same way as James.

“What is this madness!?” John whispered in shock as he watched the remaining two-thirds of his band wetting themselves.

John was aware that the large audience who had come to see the band were now staring over at the source of the loud noise. John quickly moved over and pulled both Matt and Brad from their seats, along with James they were dragged out of the back of the tent to the relatively secluded area just outside.

“What the fuck is going on!?” John yelled as he lost his cool, “If this is some sort of weird prank or something I don’t find it funny. You’re going to get all of us fired! Is that what you want?”

There was silence for a few seconds before a loud sniff from Brad made everyone look his way. His bottom lip was trembling and he was still clutching the front of his diaper through his pants. A sob escaped Brad’s lips and then, to the shock of John, he started loudly bawling his eyes out.

John’s first instinct was to move forward and put his hand on the drummer’s shoulder. John was confused and worried but didn’t know what to say, he was struggling to work out what was happening and didn’t know how to comfort the distraught musician.

“Fuck this…” James’ voice came from behind John.

James’ discomfort with his clothing had reached a zenith. Without hesitation he pulled his shirt over his head and then his pants came down to be kicked off. James was left in his diaper with a wetness indicator that had clearly changed colour since he had flooded it.

“Put your clothes on!” John hissed as he looked around to see if anyone was looking.

“Nope.” James replied with a strangely serene smile. He played with the pacifier around his neck, “This is much more comfortable.”

John was on the verge of tearing his hair out as he tried to take stock of the increasingly bizarre situation. This was quickly spiralling out of control and he racked his brains desperately for a way back to normality.

A sudden scream from quite some distance away caused John to turn and see a young woman looking over in shock. Her loud noise was sure to attract more people, this situation was going to get out of hand quickly if John didn’t put a stop to it. He saw his whole career flashing before his eyes.

“What can I do to make you get dressed?” John asked urgently. He was acutely aware that both Matt and Brad were now eyeing their own clothes, the last thing he needed was for them to strip down as well.

James shrugged childishly and sat down on the dusty ground. He smiled serenely as he bounced up and down a little on the wet padding underneath him. He reached up to his pacifier and put it into his mouth which caused him to sigh as if he was feeling a great deal of relief about something.

“W-What about a diaper change?” John offered desperately, “If you put your clothes on we can get you out of the wet diapers.”

James thought about it for a bit before reluctantly standing up again. He pulled the pacifier from his lips and picked up his shirt, before he put his pants on he paused and looked at his manager.

“I definitely get another diaper though, right?” James asked as if it was a deal breaker.

“If… If that’s what you want.” John shrugged. He was very confused but his first priority was the integrity of the band, he had to get them out of this compromising situation as soon as possible.

James smiled and eagerly nodded his head.

“Us too!” Matt and Brad chimed in as they bounced excitedly on the spot.

“Fine…” John said with a shake of his head.

As soon as everyone was fully dressed John led the band back towards the nursery area. As they walked past a couple of equipment trucks a very unwelcome individual caught sight of them.

“Oh look, it’s the sell-outs…” Chad called out causing his bandmates to laugh, “Off to do another commercial? Finding the best price to sell that last bit of integrity?”

“Just ignore him…” John muttered as he saw the three people he was with turning towards the unwelcome interruption.

“Stop being mean!” Matt shouted childishly whilst Brad stuck out his tongue.

“Oh I’m sorry!” Chad yelled as he tried to stop himself laughing, “Did I hurt your feelings? You’ve gone soft…”

“Shut up!” James yelled out as he frowned, “You’re a poo-poo head!”

There was a moment of silence before Charlie and the rest of Rose’s Thorn broke into laughter. They found the childish insult so funny they seemed to find it hard to even catch their breath. One of the members dropped to the floor where he literally started rolling.

“Just ignore them…” John whispered urgently, “We are be-”

Before John could finish talking he felt Brad push past him. The usually docile drummer had taken exception to the laughter and jokes and was now quickly striding towards the rival band. Matt and James soon followed the drummer’s lead and as the other band saw them coming they started getting serious and squaring up with them.

John sensed a disaster coming but was powerless to stop it. He rushed forwards with his arms in the air trying to avoid a situation that had no winning condition, he tried to get in between the two bands but Chad easily pushed him to the side. Ironically, John’s attempt at stopping the confrontation only exacerbated it. He fell on to his ass and looked up to see the six people of the two bands starting to grapple with each other.

“Stop!” John yelled desperately.

This was a nightmare for John who could only imagine the horrible consequences of what could happen here. He looked around and was thankful there were no photographers, a small stroke of luck on a very strange day. The record company would not look kindly on the band fighting.

Chad shoving John seemed to be the final straw for Damage Limitation and they launched themselves at the other band and started scrapping. John looked on with helplessness as he watched the men scuffle with each other, he only prayed no one got hurt and that there would be no evidence that this ever happened.

John watched the fight as if it was in slow motion. He saw Chad trip over someone’s foot and then start falling to the ground, he reached out to try and stop his fall and grabbed James’ pants. As Chad fell he pulled the pants with him, the band’s former singer hit the floor with his hand still holding on to the current singer’s clothes.

Everyone seemed to freeze on the spot as all eyes went down to James’ wet diaper. The scene of frenzied activity suddenly became very quiet and very still as no one knew how to process what had just happened.

Chad and his bandmates stepped back with pure shock on their faces as James just stood in place with wide eyes. John climbed to his feet and scrambled forwards to cover his singer up but before he could reach the scene he saw Matt and Brad pull down their pants as well. Rather than being embarrassed they had big smiles on their faces.

“No pants! No pants!” Matt chanted.

“What the fu-” Chad started to say.

“Please… Forget you’ve seen this.” John hissed towards Rose’s Thorn, “I’ll get you a record deal with whatever terms you want just don’t tell anyone about this.”

John looked back towards Damage Limitation just in time to see them pulling their shirts over their heads leaving them wearing nothing except their diapers. John started hurrying the band away from the area and towards the back of the day care tent. The shocked silence soon gave way to more laughter, John didn’t have time to look back but he prayed no one had pulled out their phones and recorded this awful moment.

[Elfy]

The band Damage Limitation are on tour and stopping at a festival. Much to their chagrin they have been set up with a PR opportunity that none of them want. The band's manager, John, finds that corralling a rock band is the hardest part of his job.

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When John had got all three diapered band members into the hallways at the back of the day care he closed the door and put his forehead against it. This was turning out to be the hardest and most bizarre day of John’s career. As John closed his eyes and sighed he heard the sudden sound of ripped tapes. John spun around to find diapers dropping to the floor and the band completely naked. The only thing on each of their bodies was the pacifier hanging around their necks.

“Guys, what are you doing!?” John exclaimed, “You aren’t in the changing room yet!”

“Oh yeah…” James said. He was completely free from embarrassment as was the rest of the band.

“No!” John yelled as James pushed open the door and walked into the day care with Brad and Matt.

John covered his mouth in horror as the door closed behind the band. They had just walked into a room filled with children whilst completely naked, a scream rang out loudly and made John’s skin crawl. As John shook the shock away he realised that far from just being fired they would likely all be arrested as well!

John charged forwards and burst through the doors himself. He expected to see pandemonium and horror but the room was empty apart from Karen.

“Oh, thank God.” John yelled when he saw that all the children had left, “Karen, I’m so sorry there have been some problems…”

“Clearly.” Karen replied with wide eyes, “I’m sorry I screamed, that was quite a shock.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what is happening.” John sounded defeated, “They need new diapers…”

“What happened to the other ones?” Karen asked.

“We wet them!” Brad said loudly. Far from being embarrassed he was smiling.

“O… K…” Karen said slowly.

“They want new ones…” John said with a shake of his head, “I just need them to get through the day. Could you get them new diapers?”

“This is the weirdest request I’ve ever had…” Karen said. Despite her misgivings she walked towards the changing room and pulled out her keys.

James led the rest of the band and his manager to the changing room. Despite being completely naked he didn’t seem to have a care in the world, none of them did. They walked through to the changing room and James hopped up on to the table without any hesitation at all. He eagerly lifted his legs to allow the supervisor of the nursery to diaper him.

John looked on with resignation as James was taped into a new disposable diaper before he hopped off the table to be replaced by Matt and then Brad. They all looked pleased as punch to be in fresh diapers and as they moved their hips causing them to crinkle they all giggled.

“I’ll get their clothes.” John said to Karen, “Can you keep them in here until I’m back?”

“Well, I mean, they could go out into the nursery.” Karen shrugged, “The doors are locked and no one is coming in.”

“Ooh! Ooh! Yes! Can we!?” Matt, who so often seemed like the most grown-up of the group, was bouncing up and down wanting to be allowed into the childish room.

“Whatever.” John said as he waved his hands. He didn’t have the energy to keep fighting the guys and the weird situations they kept getting themselves into.

Karen opened the door and the three members of Damage Limitation hurried out into the main nursery area. All of them were dressed in only diapers and pacifiers, John walked out last of all and looked over to the guys who were already looking for things to play with.

James and Brad had gone straight to the building blocks. They dropped down on to their padded rears and started awkwardly building towers. Matt meanwhile had gone straight over to the bookshelf, he pulled out a bunch of them and started reading. The books were meant for no more than toddlers and yet Matt looked enthralled by it.

John walked out into the hallway and gathered the clothes up. He took a few moments in the quiet area to recover his thoughts and try to work out what to do next. He looked into his planner and saw that they weren’t due to go out on stage for another couple of hours, they had plenty of time to try and get things under control.

John walked back into the main nursery area to see the grown men still playing with toys and having a seemingly great time. Karen was at her desk with a cup of coffee and looking at the men with curiosity, it was over to this desk that John now walked.

“Are they usually like this?” Karen asked.

“Not at all.” John replied as he perched himself on the edge of the desk, “They are normally the complete opposite. I don’t know what’s got into them. I mean, this isn’t normal, is it?”

“I would suggest not.” Karen replied with a small giggle, “They’re probably just blowing off some steam, I wouldn’t worry about it.”

John looked out sceptically to see Matt laughing uncontrollably at the children’s book he was reading. He didn’t believe this was just blowing off some steam but he didn’t have any other explanation for what might be happening. He looked back at Karen who seemed amused by everything she was seeing.

“I’m wondering if I should get them to a psychiatrist or something.” John sighed, “They’re supposed to be on stage later.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine.” Karen replied, “They always put on a great live show.”

“You’ve seen them live?” John asked curiously.

“Of course!” Karen answered, “I’m a huge fan! I’m not surprised you don’t remember me but I met the band last year when you guys came through town.”

“Oh really? That’s cool.” John replied. Karen was right that John didn’t remember her since they had a meet-and-greet before every live show.

“James seemed to really take a liking to me.” Karen continued, “Invited me back to his hotel room after the show.”

“Oh…” John knew what was coming. This was a common thing for the singer to do.

“James said he’d call me but, of course, I never heard from him again.” Karen said flatly.

“I’m sorry, he’s just…” John started.

“It’s no problem.” Karen smiled but her eyes remained cold and distant, “Just something men like him do, right? Without a worry about the repercussions.”

John watched Karen for a few seconds as the nursery attendant leaned back in her chair and sipped her drink. He couldn’t help but think there was more to what she was saying than she was letting on, before he had a chance to ask any questions there was a sudden sound of tumbling blocks followed by a loud cry of anger and despair.

John spun around to see that James was stood up at his table and was looking angrily at Brad. James’ tower had collapsed whilst Brad’s was still standing and Brad was now sitting on the floor and loudly crying.

“Woah… What’s going on!?” John asked as he hurried across the room.

“Brad knocked down my tower!” James shouted as he pointed an accusatory finger at Brad.

“I didn’t!” Brad replied between sobs, “James hit me!”

“Only because you nudged the table and knocked my tower down!” James replied.

“Guys! Guys!” John called out over the top of the men, “Come on… I’m sure it was all an accident, let’s not start arguing today.”

James stomped away from the table angrily as Brad calmed down but John was distracted by a sudden giggle from over at the supervisor’s desk. Karen was smiling widely and John was about to march across the room to ask what was going on when he felt a hand tugging on his shirt sleeve.

“What?” John spat out harshly. He was losing his patience with this weird day.

“I need a new diaper…” Matt muttered quietly.

John turned and looked at the guitarist with a tired resignation he wouldn’t have thought possible when the day started. Matt was stood there with red cheeks and looking at the ground, he was playing with his fingers and looked embarrassed just for asking.

“Again? I’ll get Karen.” John said with a sigh.

“No…” Matt looked even more embarrassed but he ploughed on regardless, “I want you to do it.”

“Why?” John asked in alarm. Suddenly it was the band manager that was blushing.

Matt shrugged and mumbled quietly. John puffed out his cheeks and was about to decline the invitation when he remembered the words of his bosses at the record label. He was reminded before they left on tour that he was supposed to do anything and everything he was asked for to keep the notoriously difficult band happy. John shuddered but reached forwards and gave Matt a small push towards the changing rooms.

When John closed the door he turned to see Matt already removing his pants. John didn’t feel remotely comfortable doing this and never thought he would be changing a grown man’s diaper. He maintained his distance as Matt jumped up on to the changing table and laid down. John belatedly walked forwards to the foot of the table just in time to see the guitarist popping his pacifier into his mouth.

“Is this all some practical joke?” John asked as he looked around the empty room, “I don’t get what’s going on…”

Matt didn’t reply. He was looking up at the ceiling with a vacant look in his eyes as he squirmed a little in his diaper.

John reached forwards and pulled the tapes from the front of the padding. He could see that Matt had flooded his diaper, the padding was very discoloured and had changed large parts of the white padding into a darker grey. After the last tape was pulled off the front John paused to take a deep breath. John didn’t have a clue how the band members could keep flooding their diapers so often.

“Never breathe a word of this to anyone.” John warned as he pulled down the front of the diaper.

Matt gave no hint that he had heard or understood what his manager said as he passively sucked on the pacifier that filled his mouth. John laid the front of the diaper down between Matt’s splayed thighs and started the process of cleaning the guitarist. He pulled a bunch of baby wipes from the package on the shelf underneath the table and gingerly dabbed at Matt’s crotch. He was very hesitant to do anything other than a very cursory cleaning.

John pulled the used diaper away from Matt and got a big whiff of ammonia as he turned his face away and balled the used disposable up as best he could. The diaper was swiftly dropped into the trash can at the foot of the table before John opened up a new one. He laid the diaper flat on the table and lifted Matt’s legs up to slide the padding underneath him. The diaper was taped closed around Matt’s crotch and he gleefully jumped down from the table.

Matt ran back into the main room to play and John walked out shortly afterwards. John checked his watch as he walked back over to Karen’s desk, there was just a little more time before they had to go.

Karen was over with James and Brad and had seemingly calmed them both back down so that they were playing nicely again. Brad was hugging Karen tightly and Jack could see Karen’s amused face over the previously crying man’s shoulder. Karen let Brad go and walked back across the room.

“I’ve always known men were babies but I have to say this takes the cake.” Karen said as she perched on the edge of her desk.

“I’m so getting fired after all this…” John muttered sadly.

“Why? They seem like they’re having fun even if it is all a bit strange.” Karen said.

“It’s not about having fun.” John replied, “It’s about upholding a certain image and if I fail to do that the record company will have my head.”

“I think you worry too much.” Karen shrugged, “Nobody will be the wiser.”

John wasn’t so sure but he didn’t want to argue. He just sighed and kept quiet, he felt more like a father than a manager at the moment and quite frankly he was just happy that the band members seemed to be getting along with each other.

After a few more minutes John decided it was time to move. Before their main stage headlining performance they had a small acoustic performance to do for a select group of musicians, fans and executives. It was a very laidback thing but the band usually hated it, they complained that it tired them out before their main performances but John suspected they were just really lazy.

“Alright guys, time to get dressed.” John called out, “We have to go.”

All three members of Damage Limitation sighed and looked disappointed that they had to leave but John was glad to see them all stand up. Matt and Brad reluctantly pulled their clothes on but James just looked at them as if they offended him.

“James?” John said when he saw the lead singer standing still, “Everything alright?”

“I don’t wanna.” James pouted as he looked at his pants.

“We have to go do the acoustic show.” John said, “You need to be dressed for that.”

James still didn’t move. John walked across to wear the musician stood and he picked up the pants, he crouched down and held them open for James to step into. When he looked up he saw that James was still looking very reluctant.

“Get in the pants.” John said tiredly.

“No!” James shot back.

“Look… I’ll get you a surprise if you just get dressed.” John said rather desperately, “I’ll buy you something.”

“What?” James asked suspiciously.

“I don’t know…” John replied with a shrug, “Whatever you want… A new bass guitar!”

John’s words seemed to finally convince James to get dressed. He stepped into the pants and let John pull them up and over the diaper, it was a bit of a squeeze but John was able to get James dressed eventually.

Once John checked all the band members to make sure they were properly dressed he led them out of the nursery. He was glad there was no one around because right now it seemed like the less people who interacted with the band the better.

“Alright, guys, I know things have been weird today but I need you all to focus on this performance.” John said as he led the band to the back of a small stage for the acoustic show, “A lot of big industry guys out there and the record label wants some good sponsorships.”

John smiled with a confidence he didn’t feel as he looked at the three band members who were staring rather blankly back at him. Without saying a word Brad reached up and stuck his thumb in his mouth. John shook his head and pulled the finger straight back out.

 “Come on…” John said as he pointed towards the stage, “Have a good show.”

[Elfy]

The band go on stage for perhaps the strangest performance anyone present has ever seen. Revelations are made about what is going on with the band and John is left pulling his hair out as he gets in contact with his boss.

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John watched with apprehension as the band walked out on to the stage. Loud applause broke out as the members walked to their instruments, they looked a little out of it but John was pleased that they were setting up correctly.

Brad start banging the drumsticks together to count the band in to their first song but everything fell apart almost immediately. It was as if the seasoned musicians had never seen their instruments before. Matt’s guitar sounded awful as he strummed wildly and with no semblance of playing the proper notes. James’ singing was off-key, off-time and often not even the correct words.

John grabbed the hair on the sides of his head as he watched in horror as the band butchered their own song. He felt like a man on some lonely train tracks staring into the headlights of an oncoming train, he felt powerless to stop what was happening.

The crowd were quickly becoming restless and as John watched from off the stage he saw fans looking at each other in shocked disappointment whilst executives left the room. John didn’t know what to do and for once he was unable to pull the band out of the spotlight, there were journalists in the crowd and they were taking furious notes.

“Guys! Guys!” John tried to get the band’s attention, “Get off the stage!”

The band either couldn’t hear John or were ignoring him on purpose. They continued to “play” their song without rest and John wracked his brain for a way to fix this situation. The song eventually and mercifully ended to deafening silence from what remained of the crowd.

Just when John thought that things couldn’t get worse he watched in shock as all three members of Damage Limitation suddenly squatted down. He didn’t know what was happening but as the sound of breaking gas filled the air his mouth dropped open in shock.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” John gasped.

James was just turning away from the crowd when he felt compelled to squat down at the front of the stage. He was facing sideways and saw that both his drummer and guitarist were doing the same thing. He looked around in confusion to see a crowd of people all looking at him with frowns.

Before James could even process what was happening he felt a strong cramp go through his digestive system like a bolt of lightning. His tummy muscles tensed themselves and James suddenly felt himself pooping!

James couldn’t stop what was happening or even move from the spot. A loud fart escaped his body and echoed around the silence of the crowd. He felt the pushing reaching it’s maximum and simultaneously his sphincter was forced open whilst a solid lump pushed out of his body. Looking at the other two members of the band James could tell similar things were happening to them.

The log quickly hit the rear of the diaper where it forced the disposable padding away from James’ body. The turd smeared against the back of the diaper as his body continued to push it out. James reached around with a hand where he felt a lump in the back of his pants.

James closed his eyes and screwed up his red face as he pushed again. The turd that was holding his ring open was forced out in it’s entirety and it sat in the back of the diaper pasting the absorbent underwear to James’ skin. Another loud sound of breaking wind was followed by another log that was quite a bit softer than the first. James could feel the feeling of hot mud spreading around the back of the padding and by the time the second piece of crap had been pushed out it felt like half his diaper was coated with the poop.

The three band members had squatted at the same time and now they stood at the same time. The crowd were whispering and some were already laughing, a lot of them looked disgusted. James looked around at all the hostile faces and felt his shock turn to fear and sadness, his hand was still on his butt as he saw John off to the side of the stage.

“Daddy!” James called out loudly towards John, “I did a poopy!”

John’s mouth hung open. What he had just witnessed defied description and it was only getting stranger. Had James just called him “Daddy”?

James felt panicked by everything that had happened and he suddenly started half-running and half-waddling off the stage followed closely by his two bandmates. John watched as the three band members ran straight past him and out of the small backstage area. John hurried out after them to see them running with their full diapers over to the nursery area. The people walking around the open area watched in shock as Damage Limitation waddled past them.

John got to the nursery after the band had disappeared inside and as he stepped into the main nursery room he saw Karen holding the changing room door open for the band to go through. John stopped for a few moments and took a deep breath as he tried to compose his thoughts.

“I’m fucked.” John said quietly and simply to himself.

John looked at his phone and went to one of the big music news websites. He was unsurprised that a photo of his band was already sitting on the front page, he clicked on the article with fear about what he would see.

“I just got done watching perhaps the most bizarre thing in my life.” The reporter named Robyn Tress had written, “Internationally renowned and platinum album releasing band Damage Limitation came on to stage for an acoustic performance and proceeded to sound less like a metal band and more like several sheets of coarse metals rubbing against each other. They sounded like nails on a chalkboard combined with a pneumatic drill outside your bedroom at 6am on a Sunday with a brief hint of the brown note…”

“Here we go…” John was expecting an awful review but he had to steel his nerves for the next section.

“If you don’t know what the “brown note” is allow me to be the one to inform you. The “brown note” is a supposedly mythical note played at a specific frequency and intensity that forces the listener to empty their bowels.” Robyn Tress wrote, “And there is no more apt descriptor for what happened on the stage than that magical note. To the amazement of the crowd Damage Limitation finished their Yoko-Ono like rendition of their biggest hit and proceeded to take a literal shit on the stage.”

John scrolled down and winced as he read every line.

“Yes dear readers, the three experienced metal heads simultaneously squatted on the stage and filled their pants in front of the stunned silence of their audience.”

John scrolled down to the last paragraph.

“A humiliating performance and potty accident? Too many drugs? A strange esoteric performance of post-modernist progressive metal?” Robyn concluded, “Who knows what just happened but one thing is for certain, this band that have been arguably past their prime for several years are now firmly back in the headlines. This is shock rock at it’s most shocking.”

John closed the web browser and put his phone away. This was a nightmare and John wanted to punch whatever smartass had claimed there was no such thing as bad publicity, that person clearly hadn’t gone on stage and crapped themselves.

Without knowing what else to do John walked over to the changing room and went in.

“Holy shi-” John covered his eyes and nose with his hands.

“What’s the matter?” Karen asked as she held Matt’s feet in the air, “Never changed a messy diaper?”

“I think I’m going to be sick.” John said as he turned around.

“I take it the guys are still having trouble then…” Karen stated with deliberate understatement.

“Is it OK if I leave you to change them?” John asked as he ignored what Karen said, “I have a really important call to make. Real life or death stuff… Well, life or death of my career at least.”

“Sure, I’m used to it.” Karen replied with a smile.

John hurried out of the room without really listening to Karen. He was already pulling out his phone and bringing up the number of his boss at the record company. John was in full on job saving mode as he dialled the number and sat down in one of the small plastic kid’s chairs.

“Hello John.” The deep voice of Carl McBride said, “How are things on your end?”

“That’s why I’m calling.” John knew Carl didn’t like any beating around the bush so he got straight to the point, “We have to pull Damage Limitation from the line-up tonight.”

“Not possible.” Carl replied without missing a beat, “Breaking the contract with the festival will cost more than what this band has brought in over the last three years.”

“You don’t understand…” John started to reply.

“I think I have a pretty good grasp on the situation.” Carl replied, “I’ve seen the early reviews of that, ahem, performance just now.”

“Sir, I…” John was ready to launch his speech to attempt to save his job.

“Quite brilliant if I do say so myself.” Carl interrupted John.

“W-What!?” John’s eyes flew wide open.

“There’s never been more interest in Damage Limitation than right now.” Carl clarified, “They are all over the news, not just music news sources but mainstream places as well. I don’t know how you managed to get the band to agree to do all that but I see a promotion in your future, you’ve successfully made these guys relevant again.”

“I… I…” John was stunned, “Sorry, Sir, but no. We can’t send these guys on stage again, I don’t know what’s up with them but they are not themselves, I think they need medical attention or psychological evaluation or something.”

“John, I’m going to make this simple for you.” Carl sighed, “They either go on stage tonight and play or you are fired and they are dropped. I can promise you that if you break this contract you will never work in the music business ever again.”

John sat in silence with his mouth hanging open. He looked straight ahead at the whiteboard behind Karen’s desk as he tried to process everything.

“Do you understand?” Carl asked, “Because if you aren’t up to the job we can get someone to replace you today.”

“That won’t be necessary.” John said as he stood up, “I understand completely.”

After John hung up he walked across to the whiteboard. His attention had been grabbed by the large images of three pacifiers, they looked just like the ones that were hanging from the band member’s necks. The ones on the board even had chains going to them just like the necklaces.

“I see you’ve noticed the art work.” Karen said as she walked out of the changing room. The freshly changed band members hurried out of the room and started playing again, none of them were wearing any pants.

“What’s going on?” John asked, “Why are these drawn on the board?”

“Remember how I said James and the band used me and then threw me away without worrying about repercussions?” Karen was referencing their earlier conversation, “I decided that there should be consequences.”

“But… How…” John whispered in shock.

“It doesn’t matter.” Karen replied as she sat down behind her desk, “The point is it’s done.”

“Undo it.” John said quickly, “I don’t care about what you did and I won’t tell anyone what’s happened but you have to undo it.”

“I can’t.” Karen replied with a smile, “Curses are easy to give to others but really, really hard to remove.”

“This has to be a joke.” John was shocked by what he was hearing. Did this woman really claim to have cursed the band?

“Well I find it funny.” Karen shrugged, “Aren’t you late for something?”

John automatically looked at his phone and saw that the main event on the main stage was due to start in just a few minutes. He snapped back to reality, whether or not this curse was real was irrelevant to the fact that he had to get them on stage to keep his job. John ran around grabbing the pants of each of the members and dressing them.

“This isn’t over.” John shot at Karen, “You are undoing this after the show no matter what it takes.”

Karen shrugged and bit into an apple as she watched John drag the band out of the room. The band hurried across to the stage in the fading daylight and saw stagehands putting the final touches to setting the equipment up.

“OK guys, show time in just a minute or two. Are you ready?” John asked.

The band didn’t respond but Matt had his thumb in his mouth. Things didn’t look good and John was feeling extremely frantic. He had to keep his career which meant sending these guys out on stage in front of thousands of people. It felt ethically wrong to do this but he didn’t think there was a choice, even if he took the high road and stopped the concert it wouldn’t just be him getting affected. The festival would suffer massively from backlash, the band would be blacklisted and the record company would have to shell out so much money that they might not be able to sign new and upcoming talent.

“Good luck.” John said as he pointed the band to the stage and heard the crowd roaring.

John was wincing from the moment the band stepped on stage and took to their instruments. He could see that the band looked confused, instead of looking out at the crowd confidently they just looked confused. John closed his eyes and prepared for the worst.

The band started their opening song and to John’s combined shock and relief they started playing perfectly. John took a deep breath and sat down as he tried to calm his frayed nerves. Either Karen was lying or the curse was easier to lift than she had said. It didn’t matter in that moment, John was just glad that the band were playing as expected.

As the second song started a few minutes later with everyone still playing normally John stood up. He could do nothing whilst sitting there and he had to see Karen again, he had to get the truth and an explanation for the madness that had come over the band that day. He ran through the mostly empty backstage areas and into the nursery. He threw open the door and took two steps inside before realising things were very different.

The nursery was gone. All the equipment had disappeared, the whiteboard was gone and Karen was nowhere to be seen. The room was completely empty except for a single television that was currently showing the live feed from the main stage where the band were playing. The sounds of the crowds cheering was almost drowning out the music.

John went over to the changing area and opened the door. Just like the main nursery room it was empty.

John was seriously confused as he looked at the area where a changing table had sat just minutes ago. He was roused from his confusion by the sudden sound of laughter coming from the television. He walked back out to the main room and walked around to look at the screen, at first it didn’t seem like things were going too bad but that quickly changed.

The band had stopped playing and the crowds cheers had turned to boos. Matt and James pulled their guitar straps over their heads and then let their instruments drop to the floor, Brad stood up from his drum kit and walked forward so that he was in line with the other members.

“What are they doing!?” John gasped as he stepped closer to the screen.

The three band members looked at each other and a strangely serene smile grew on their faces. The camera panned the crowd to show tens of thousands of people all watching the stage, most of the ones that camera focused on showed confusion. John put his hand on either side of the television as if he could climb in and stop what was happening.

After a few seconds without movement the band members all suddenly seemed to move as one. Matt, Brad and James started pulling off their shirts leaving their chests exposed to the delight of the female audience members. John could see the waistbands of their diapers already but it seemed like most of the audience couldn’t tell anything from a distance.

The hands went to the waistband of the pants and after a brief second when everyone seemed to hold their breath the pants were pulled down.

“Fuck!” John yelled as he saw three diapers in various states of use exposed in front of the crowd and the world.

The crowd’s immediate reaction was of complete shock. An almost unbelievable silence fell over the huge gathering of rowdy music fans. A hushed gasp passed through the crowd from front to back. John felt frozen to the spot, there was nothing he could do to help the situation. He felt panic rising in him even though the band seemed totally unperturbed.

In the near total silence on the main stage the band started moving again. James was the first to reach over to the front of his diaper and pull the tape away. The sound of the tape being ripped off seemed to echo, it was certainly being picked up on the microphone.

The other two soon followed and the sound of ripping tapes filled the live broadcast. James’ diaper was the first to fall to the floor, it landed with a wet splat. Matt’s soon followed and it landed with a similarly heavy thump. When Brad’s came down there was a clear brown stain in the back.

James, Brad and Matt stood on the front of the stage completely naked. The only things on their bodies were the pacifiers tied around their necks.

The crowd gasped as the diapers came off but now there were a lot of loud cheers and laughter. Security seemed unsure about what to do as they looked around, all of the stage workers were in stunned disbelief as they tried to work out what to do. The only people that seemed unconcerned were the three people on stage.

Brad dropped down and sat on his diaper. The messiness splatting slightly as he dropped down, he laughed and seemed to revel in the disgusting situation. He wriggled his butt back and forth to the disgust of everyone around them.

Matt popped his pacifier in his mouth and sighed happily. He soon sat down next to Brad though he made sure to avoid any messy spots.

James was the last one remaining on his feet and quite suddenly he started peeing. James looked down almost as surprised as anyone else as he started pissing straight on to the diaper between his feet. He giggled loudly and it was picked up on the microphone, he started swinging his hips around causing his dick to spread the urine all over the area around him. Brad and Mat, watching this obscene display, giggled and laughed at their friend.

The lights were quickly turned off and the curtain at the front of the stage was hurriedly lowered to hide what was happening from a crowd that had already seen everything. John watched as the television cut away and he slipped down to his knees.

“They always acted like kids.” Karen’s voice suddenly came from behind John, “Now they are kids.”

John quickly spun around but nobody was there. He slowly climbed back to his feet and left the room knowing that as well as being their manager he was now going to have to be their “Daddy.”

[Sarah Penguin]

Hmm that was silly.

[Big-baby-bear99]

Well it seemed the pacifiers brought the inner child