Chapter Thirty-Two:

I played with the building blocks in my playpen, kicking my feet in the soft grass. My dress had ridden up, but I was hardly paying attention. A lot of people had gathered to take their own personal photos. It didn't really matter - all this stuff would be online anyway. Jackie was off somewhere and Jessie and Kate were somewhere else. That girl from the bathroom - Aims - talked to me for a while, but it was in constant condescension. And finally, when everyone went to do something over by the picnic table, Melissa - Abe's assistant - leaned over the playpen and poked me on the leg.

Melissa and I were pretty close. We had worked together for two years, after all. We liked to bash on Abe behind his back, or she'd sneak me some alcohol on the set even though I wasn't yet twenty-one. But this entire week, I saw very little of her.

"The footage looks good," she told me. I sat up and took the pacifier out of my mouth. "Looks very genuine."

"Cool. That's the goal."

"You're going to be very very well off you know - Jackie called me that first night and we made sure your cut was percentage based, so all this over the top fluff that Abe thinks is all for him? Your pockets are going to be lined, sister." There was something other than celebration in her voice, though - there was... concern.

"Yeah, I talked to Abe about it. I think I'm going to take a vacation or something." I laughed and rocked back and forth on the grass, the wet cotton pushing against my skin. I hardly even noticed anymore.

"So you... are doing alright?"

"Uh. Yeah? Of course."

"Okay. I just see some of these scenes and... well I never thought I'd ever see you doing that stuff."

I pouted and crossed my arms over the dress.

"I mean, I remember when you first started with us, and you had all these rules and boundaries. You were a specialty model back then and you'd put on your tight jeans and band tee and go home at the end of the night." She paused for a moment to add in, "It's like you’re enjoying this."

"Trust me, I’m not," I said sharply, or as sharply as a girl in two wet cloth diapers can. "It's just... a lot of money. So..." I looked down at my socks and bit my lip. I didn't like this! I was just... used to it... "And Jackie thinks it's cute."

"Yeah, I saw some, uh... footage. Are you guys together?"

"I think so."

"I'm really happy for you two! Does Abe know?" Heaven and Hell right there, in two back to back statements. Does Abe know? He was big on professionalism, he'd feel it would undermine the dominatrix he paid for the week. He might not allow Jackie to take photos anymore. Conflict of interest.

"Fuck if I care." The word stung my lips. Unfamiliar. A little uncomfortable, even. I shouldn't swear. At least until the cameras turned off. Right? "A-anyway... um... how long is this event supposed to be?" As far as I could tell by the sun in the sky, it was maybe five in the evening and I already had to pee again. Ugh, those stupid bottles they kept feeding me...

"I think we're winding up, soon. Abe has something planned, he's been calling it his Grand Finale all afternoon, rubbing his hands together, you know. Like he's looking for photos of Spiderman, and he's finally got a good lead? He won't tell me what it is, though, and I don't think even Bitchsy knows."

"Bitchsy!" I stared with my mouth opened wide in a smile. "That's the best nickname ever!"

I missed this: time with Melissa, making fun of people. It was definitely what my week needed.

"Well, either way. Almost over right. And then we'll celebrate!" Melissa reached into the playpen and patted the top of my head, leaving me alone once again. I sighed and laid back on the grass. Last day.

"Alright Baby Luvs, it's time for your big moment," Betsy smiled, leaning into the pen to pick up the overdressed princess, propping her against her hip and holding her tight. "It's time for the cake, and candles, and to sing happy birthday. And we can try out your new high chair!"

"You know," I told Betsy as she picked me up, "in a few hours you can't torment me anymore." But she just poked my nose.

"Silly girl. I'm not tormenting you. I'm just one small step toward a greater destiny."

I rolled my eyes. "Go to Hell."

"Hey, this is our last day together, why not maybe try being nice for a change? Haven't you and I had a good time this week?" There was a little bit of something cute in Betsy's voice, like she maybe she wasn't even playing a role right now. "Are you gonna be able to blow out your candle all on your own?"

I glared at her as she set me down in the high chair and pushed the tray table over my chest. I kicked my feet - about a foot off the ground - and shifted side to side. There was no way I was getting out of this without help. And with the way it pushed up my dress, the ruffled diaper cover between my legs was fully exposed. I pouted. Was this how helpless babies felt? No wonder they cried so much...

I managed to arrive in time to click some photos, but the cameramen were circling the scene like vultures. And there were a lot of other men too, in expensive suits or polos, some on phones and some seated with laptops. Were there this many before? Betsy got into place beside the high chair.

"Happy Birthday, Baby Luvs!! This has been such a big week for such a little girl, hasn't it? You've been so good, such a show off for all your fans, and now everyone is at home watching," at $1.99 per minute, per person, "to celebrate your big day!"

I looked up at the cameras. Tons of them. Video cameras and cell phones and photographers. Jackie, smiling behind her lens. And me, blushing and looking down at the tray table of the high chair. I shuffled awkwardly in place as the need to pee grew and my stomach churned with discomfort. I didn't know what to say. I felt like I couldn't say anything. This was so embarrassing...

"If all your fans are lucky, maybe they'll get to see one last special show. I think we can all hear your tummy growling, little one, and maybe your cake will help with that, too?" Betsy smiled at the camera, played the remote audience. But more importantly, that comment got chatter from the men on phones, tap tap click clacking from keyboards on the laptops of the others. "Let's all sing! Happy Birthday to yooou...."

They all sang while I sat quietly and kicked my feet, trying to keep the color of my cheeks under control. I knew Betsy was right - she had given me four bottles since this morning, and I had no doubt she had orchestrated my grand finale. My stomach gurgled and a small cramp washed over me. Finally, the singing stopped and everyone clapped their hands. Then Betsy brought over the large cake, with one lit candle. I leaned forward, wincing in discomfort, and blew it out in one breath.

"Good job, little one! I hope you made a wish!"

I watched it unfold: Betsy and her vile smile, getting pictures of my girlfriend in discomfort, wincing and cramping. I knew what she had planned and it wasn't fair at all.

"Before I cut you some cake, though, Baby Luvs, how about we do presents? Your biggest fans have sent you so many gifts for your first birthday!" She shuffled the stack of presents along the picnic table; there had to be over a hundred gift wrapped packages!

Melissa was cutting the cake and handing out pieces to the guests as Betsy and I went through the pile of gifts, agonizingly, one by one.

"Look, a baby monitor! We definitely need this for the nursery. And hmmm. One of your viewers sent this bottle. There's a note that says 'the biggest bottle for the littlest baby!'"

I whimpered and struggled in the high chair, biting my lip as another cramp hit. Wasn't this stupid day over with yet?

It was a masterstroke. With so many gifts and so many people crowded round, it didn't matter how long it was going to take for the little baby girl to lose her fight, just that she would lose it. Time meant nothing. There was no holding out. No second guessing. Gift after gift, picture after picture, second after second.

"Mommy," I muttered, tugging at Betsy's sleeve as she unwrapped some nursery decorations. "Dun wanna open more gifts..." I needed this day to be over. I needed it to be over ten minutes ago! But Betsy knew what she was doing.

"Only a few more." But a few more was twenty or so. Diapers. Lots of them. Baby toys, like rattles and even a mobile for my new crib. I whimpered and held my arms across my waist. I was out of breath.

"Don't you worry. I know you're excited for your cake, but you're going to get as much as you want just as soon as you finish your gifts. All your fans bought you these gifts, so you gotta be extra polite and grateful and thank every single one of them, okay?" The high chair had a high back with a panel missing in rear, and the table meant that between the two of them and her spread legs, almost all of her diapered state was in clear sight. Cameramen were in front, below, and behind, like they knew what to expect. Betsy smiled.

I whimpered and kicked and pounded my fists against the tray. It drew attention. I didn't mean to draw attention! The guests watched me as I struggled and whined. But another cramp came - stronger than the others. I wasn't prepared. My body didn't know what else to do. So I pushed. The soft, stinky mess filled the cloth diaper. I pushed up on the tray table, to give it room to fill the seat of my ruffled panties, grunting and moaning in front of everyone. They all watched in shock. No one there had seen a twenty-year old girl mess her diapers in the middle of a park before. Suddenly, I was the center of the universe. But I would have given anything to be invisible.