Brent/Brandi:

The cramps had started as mildly irritating about 20 minutes ago, I think. It is hard to judge. The gurgling in my guts and the pressure built with each new spasm I fought off. It took a lot of effort to keep your butt cheeks together in a thick diaper.

Sweat rolled off my body and soaked into the bedding. I felt like I had wet the bed it was so damp. I was fighting against impossible odds to keep from messing myself as the cramps grew stronger with each wave. I had barely won the fight with the latest cramp when the door opened.

I tried to clench my teeth but the gag prevented that. I tried to cross my legs but the restraints denied me. I was only successful in putting all my weight on my behind. Gravity was my only ally in the war against a dirty diaper.

Trisha stood with a stupid smile on her face and watched my attempts to hold back nature, “Brandi, dear, you can't hold it forever. Everybody poops and baby girls like you do it in their diapers.”

I shook my head no in defiance. I was not going to give in and let her have the satisfaction of seeing me crap myself. She wouldn't get to gloat at my expense. I briefly wondered if Lana was suffering the same torture.

Trisha continued, “I could make you fill that diaper with a swipe of my finger but I want you to understand that babies like you have no choice. Zoey, do you want to show your baby sister?”

Zoey nodded behind her pacifier and turned her back to Brandi. She pulled her skirt up to reveal her diapered bottom, extremely full and straining at the restraining straps. Trisha tapped Zoey's shoulder and she released the skirt hem. When she turned back around, my eyes were wide confusion.

I suddenly realized how impossible a situation I was in. If the maid had to wear a diaper and use it, how was I going to avoid it. I laid my head down on the pillow and surrendered to the urges I had been fighting for what seemed like half the day. I resigned myself to the inevitability that I was going to shit myself.

The relief I felt when my bowels started forcing muck into my diaper was immense. Trisha praised me for being a good baby. She kissed me on the forehead and left me there in my mess to finish my humiliating task. Trisha and Zoey left me, hopefully, to check on Lana.

A few more waves struck and I further messed myself but the first one was the worst. It was over after a few more waves. How long would I have to stay like this before she let me out of this nasty thing? Surely, it wouldn't be long. She saw what I did. It was what she wanted.

Then again, Trisha showed me she has Zoey walking around with a loaded diaper because she can. Did Trisha give the maid a suppository, too? Was this going to be a regular thing? I sure hoped not. I shuddered to think of the possibility.