The Big Game - Part 3 (Patreon)

The apple juice tasted a little strange, but she didn't think too much of it, at least at first. After all, she wasn't used to drinking it out of a bottle, so there was a good chance that made something of a difference... Besides, she doubted Justine would admit to doing anything even if she had, and Aaron would probably side with her, anyway.

As she got back to work after draining the bottle, however, she began to feel more and more certain that something was wrong. Her tummy had been feeling full before, but now, it was much worse. She felt slow and sluggish, and very full, not helped at all by the motion of having the bend down to pick up her toys, then stand to dump them into the playpen, then do it all again.

She'd been sure she could make it until she was finished with all this, and out of diapers for the party; now, she wasn't so certain. She began to wonder what she was supposed to do, if Aaron actually expected her to do... that... in her diaper. It had never really come up before; she was always able to hold it until her punishment ended, although it had been close a couple times before. 

Should she ask him to use the bathroom? That would have been embarrassing, even without Justine here... With her, she wasn't sure she had the courage, especially knowing that he might say no. It was bad enough, as an adult, to have to ask permission to be let out of her diaper to use the toilet, but if she were to do that, and Aaron just shook his head... Then, they'd both know what she needed to do, and that the only way it was happening was in her pants, or if she was able to clean up fast enough...

She gasped as she felt an involuntary fart escape into her bulky diaper, stealing a nervous glance at the pair on the couch, wondering if they'd noticed. Did they already know what was happening anyway? Had Justine told Aaron what she was going to do, and now they were waiting to see what she was going to do? Was she their pre-game entertainment?!

A cramp hit her, hard and fast, and she dropped the block she was carrying to press her hands to her diaper, eyes widening as she felt something begin pushing against them from inside the infantile garment. No, this couldn't be happening... She wasn't a baby! She squirmed in place, fighting with all her might to regain control. For a few moments, she was sure it was hopeless, as the lump in her pants slowly started to grow, spreading out, leaving a gooey smear across the seat of her diaper, but, at last, she prevailed.

To a degree, anyway. There was no denying, or erasing, what had already happened, or that there was plenty more to come. Every movement was now punctuated with a wrinkle of her nose, unable to escape to feeling of the now dirty diaper she was wearing... She decided to stick to the bigger toys for a while, the ones that didn't require bending over nearly as much.

Unfortunately, she had to get that block she'd dropped eventually, she knew, and the more she waited, the harder it would be. After weathering a few more cramps, each stopping her progress for a longer time, she went for it, squatting down, reaching for it.... And, almost instantly, she knew she'd made a mistake. It happened much quicker, her diaper expanding as it filled with the warm mush even before she was aware enough to try and stop it, though, once she was aware enough to make an effort, it was too late... All she could do was sit there, fiddling with her block to try to seem nonchalant as she pooped her pants, praying that, somehow, the other two people in the room didn't know what was going on.