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Vacation Dummy: Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2023-09-01 16:01:01 +0000 UTCDISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, WAM, humiliation, and other ABDL themes. This is a sequel to the Test Dummy series, and while you do not need to read the entire series to understand this sequel, I highly recommend checking them out! Links are in the description! I hope you enjoy!
Commissioned By: Anonymous
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Applause rang out across the conference hall as Mark stumbled forward onto the stage thanks to a push from Ned. He shyly waved to the clapping crowd before cupping his hand over his eyes in an attempt to see past the stage lights so he’d know exactly where to look for Rocky. However, he wasn’t able to locate her before coming to an abrupt halt as he bumped into the podium at center stage. The audience justifiably chuckled at his expense, making him feel incredibly small.
“Earth to Mark. You just gonna keep standing there?” whispered Margrette through a fake smile as she stepped on stage and joined Mark, garnering a second, slightly confused applause. Rolling her eyes, it looked like she would be stuck babysitting a novice performer yet again in spite of being told how good of a speaker he was. Luckily, she’d come prepared this time as she slapped several notecards into the palm of Mark’s hand, “Just stick to the cards and don’t make a fool out of us.”
Mark’s attention was immediately drawn down to the small stack of notecards. He stared at the top card as Margrette linked arms with him and yanked him to the podium at centerstage, giggling as the funny words began to float off the flimsy, white rectangles. Uncertain of what to make of the strange calligraphy, he set the notecards down on the podium to rub his eyes before looking out into the crowd of silhouettes. Their blank faces bolstered his anxiety, causing him to cup his hands over his eyebrows and seek out the only face he wanted to see. “Um…Rocky?” he said bashfully into the podium’s onboard microphone, his heart feeling like it might leap out of his chest.
“Oh, frick,” muttered Rocky, earning glances from both Charles and Tina as she struggled with what to do. She didn’t exactly want to out her position in the audience while surrounded by so many people but with how panicked he was starting to look, what choice did she have? Keeping her elbow locked to her hip, she waved her hand low for Mark’s attention while attempting to whisper yell as if she could selectively target only Mark’s ears, “Pssst! Mark! I’m here.”
Almost instantly, the worried expression that Mark was sporting quickly changed to a bright, pleasant smile as he singled out Rocky in the front row. He waved back to her, this time far more excitably than when he’d first waddled onto the stage. Regrettably, it didn’t take long for his excitement to spill over into words. “Dere she is! Have aww you guys met Rocky? She’s the bestest girlfriend I’ve ever had and I wuv her so, so much,” he gushed, pointing directly to where Rocky was sitting as if calling her out by name wasn’t bad enough.
In a unique twist, Rocky turned pale as a ghost, too mortified for her cheeks to take on their usual deep red hue. She didn’t even have to turn around to know that all eyes were on her. Understandably, she sank down in her chair and covered her face with her hands, praying to the heavens for whoever may be listening to grant her the power to reverse time or turn invisible; anything to escape from the humiliating reality she was in for.
Meanwhile, shifting upward in her seat as if she and Rocky possessed opposite magnetic pulls Tina looked back and forth between Mark and Rocky with a sadistic smile growing on her face. “Oh…this outta be good,” she said, no longer fearful that this would be another boring seminar.
Back on stage, Mark was more than happy to continue filling the audience in on all of the fun adventures he and Rocky had been on. “Ya know, she didn use ta be into diapers. Dat was aww me, baby. She was head over heels fo diapees after one day of testing, or should I say head over clown shoes, widdwe Roxie? Hehehe!” he said, each memory acting like a dagger to Rocky’s soul.
Deciding she’d had enough of Mark’s antics, Margaret stormed up to the podium and leaned over her loopy-minded colleague as she spoke into the mic, “I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s come over him. Mark, don’t you want to talk about the updated Super Absorber tech?” She gestured over to the table containing a pack of the new and improved CrissBaby product, along with three large pitchers: one containing water while the other two were filled to the brim with warm, gooey oatmeal.
After waiting for a few seconds longer for Mark to get her act together, a very frustrated Margrette bumped him out from behind the podium with her hip so someone could proceed with the presentation. “Well, basically, we wanted to create a way for Littles to get a reprieve from the endless purring of the Super Absorber XXX’s powerful vibrator without losing any of its humiliating qualities, and we think we’ve done just that,” she said before darting across the stage to the table and taking hold of the water pitcher.
Designed for Mark to be the pourer, the large pitcher wasn’t the friendliest thing for Margrette to operate around. She cautiously pried open the front of her diaper and attempted to add the clear liquid into her exposed, thirsty padding, resulting in much of it dribbling down her diaper and pooling at her feet. Rolling her eyes, she slammed the pitcher back down on the table and squatted into position. Being the professional she was, it didn’t take long for her to relax her heart rate so that she could get a steady stream going. The audience leaned forward in their seats as her diaper’s white exterior quickly took on a yellow tone.
*BZZZZZZZZZZ!*
Margrette’s urination abruptly stopped as the noisy vibrator contained within the Super Absorber XXX came to life, which the audience was more than happy to shower with praise. Perhaps this presentation wasn’t a total wash just yet. With all eyes on her, she proceeded with the demonstration by placing a hand on her crotch.
*BZZZZ-
As suddenly as it had started, the vibrator’s loud purring was halted dead in its tracks by Margrette’s petite fingers. Returning to the podium with her hand held firmly on her diaper the whole time, she stated, “Using the CrissBaby mobile app, you can now set your Super Absorbers to halt their busy buzzing whenever your Little touches them. Perfect for offering a respite while training your Little to love fondling their fluffy padding…or for keeping your Little on edge for as long as you’d like.” She winked at the crowd and blew a kiss, pretending to absentmindedly take her hand off the diaper only to forcefully grab it once again as the vibrator kicked back on momentarily.
Responding well to how Margrette salvaged the testing department’s presentation, the audience dutifully rewarded her efforts with a standing ovation. Despite Mark’s attempts to run the seminar off a cliff, she had held it together.
*SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!*
Speaking of Mark, he had been wandering around the stage like a lost kid while Margrette was distracted carrying on with the presentation. That was until he spotted the half-full pitcher of water, bringing attention to how parched he was. With reckless abandon, he hurried his diapered butt over to the table and began guzzling down the leftover water straight from the pitcher. Unsurprisingly, he spilled most of the water all over himself and the stage, much to Margrette’s dismay.
“Mark! What are you-OH!” shouted Margrette as she aimed to rush over and stop Mark, accidentally removing her hand from her diaper in the process. Unprepared for the shock to her genitals, she dropped to her knees and cupped her diaper in hopes of stemming her startling stimulation quickly.
Looking down at himself as he pulled the empty pitcher away from his mouth, Mark giggled as he looked down at his soaked clothing. “Whoopsies! At least my diapee’s dwy,” he said, his Little Space-riddled mind finding no issue with unbuttoning his soaked dress pants and yanking them off to reveal his well-sodden diaper, its color matching Margrette’s padding to a T. Collectively, every jaw in attendance dropped as they witnessed one of the most dominant figures in the company proudly showing off his diaper for all to see, “Sadwy, mine don go buzz-buzz like hers does.”
The only one without an utterly shocked expression was Tina, who couldn’t be happier to be seated front and center for all the action. Cheering on his infantile behavior, an evil thought took over her thoughts, prompting her to cup her hands around her mouth and yell toward the stage, “Maybe you can make it go buzz-buzz if you use the oatmeal!”
“Tina!” shouted Charles as he covered his underling’s mouth. Unfortunately, his response came too late to stop the idea from being planted in Mark’s head and spreading like wildfire.
Staring down at the twin oatmeal pitchers with wide, doughy eyes, Mark’s smile doubled in size as Tina delivered the good news. “Weawwy?!” he said, fully letting his often-dormant Little side take the wheel as he picked up the heavy pitcher and pried open the back of his diaper.
“SHIT! MARK STOP!” screamed Rocky, having seen enough to know she could no longer save face by sitting idly by in hopes that Mark could somehow get through this without making a fool of himself. She leaped out of her seat and scurried to the edge of the stage to climb up. Tragically, Rocky’s shorter stature, along with her weighty, swollen swim diaper, increased the difficulty of these simple actions tenfold.
With both Margrette and Rocky incapacitated, there was no one left to prevent Mark from attaining the glorious, full, and buzzy diaper that his Little brain desired. Tilting the pitcher slowly, he cooed and snickered softly as the mushy substance pushed the diaper outward between his legs and forced him to take on a wider stance. It wasn’t long before the front of his diaper began to take on a new shape as well; a very pointed shape.
Still, even as the bottom of the pitcher became completely visible, the diaper refused to vibrate as promised, leading to a grumpy pout forming on Mark’s face. He wiggled his butt around and stomped his feet like an incessant child as the audience eagerly ate up his entertaining performance. Perhaps he’d done something wrong. As a finger found its way to Mark’s nose yet again, he pondered over the results of the experiment Tina had focused him on, deducing that perhaps pouring into the front side of his diaper would do the trick. He picked up the second pitcher with the aim of doubling his diaper load.
Mark wouldn’t get far, though, as Rocky managed to finally roll herself onto the stage just in time to stop her boyfriend from further pleasuring himself on stage in front of the whole company. “Mark, please! You need to stop!” she said sternly, hoping to use his current mental state against him with an authoritative, caregiver-esque voice. Mark remained defiant as ever, though, causing the two lovers to fight over the oatmeal pitcher in front of everyone.
Hoping to help Rocky in her pursuit to reign Mark in, Margrette stumbled across the stage on shaky legs with her sights set on prying Mark away from the demonstration table. Unfortunately, she failed to account for the water that Mark had spilled all over the stage, which inevitably made her slip and crash into the darling couple.
*SPLAT!*
Crumpled over each other in a heap, Rocky, Mark, and Margrette were covered head to toe in sticky oatmeal. If only that were the only splattering that occurred. Thanks to falling back onto his oatmeal-filled diaper, Mark got his wish as the front of his diaper was instantly invaded by soupy oats. He moaned desperately as his need to cum skyrocketed.
Adding fuel to his fire was Rocky, whose head had landed squarely on Mark’s squishy padding and was unintentionally nuzzling his more sensitive areas. She tried to remove herself from the erotic position but failed to do so thanks to Margrette’s body pinning her down.
Between his cock being coddled by mush and the external pressure that Rocky was providing, it wasn’t long before Mark hit the point of no return. He let out an unbridled, horny gasp as he shot several wads of spunk into the chunky mixture.
Approaching his three employees with his hands on his hips and eyes that could make a tiger cower, it was safe to say Ned was furious.
“H-Hey Ned…” stuttered Rocky, grimacing as she raised her head as high as she could and wiped as much of the oatmeal away from her head as she could as if that helped her preserve even a shred of dignity, “...d-did you enjoy the show?”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Comments
She did put on one heck of a performance all things considering :p
John Riendeau
Oh my, solid work there Margrette. Sadly the show changed so quickly. Still, take a bow.
