With one quick edit, Amanda felt certain that she was going to be the star. Promptly, Jen returned to her adult self, dressed in a professional blazer and skirt.
“I’ll see you at the shoot tomorrow, then,” Jen said, waving goodbye to Amanda as she walked out the door. Heather, however, stayed.
“You’re going to need your beauty sleep,” Heather said to Amanda. Amanda nodded silently. She glanced down at her phone.
“The toddler’s caretaker wants her to go to bed.” Apparently, Heather was now Amanda’s caretaker. It made sense, given that Jen was back to being an adult. Satisfied, Amanda put her phone away.
The evening passed by quickly, as did the next morning. When changing Amanda’s wet nighttime diaper, Heather raised an eyebrow.
“You’re saving poopoo for the shoot, aren’t you?” she asked. Amanda swallowed. She actually was too nervous to use her diaper for number two still, but she wouldn’t tell Heather that. Heather wouldn’t understand Amanda’s nerves. Amanda merely nodded, faking a smile. Heather shook her head. “Silly goose.”
After a breakfast of baby food and milk, Amanda was carried to her car. A luxurious car seat had been set up, clearly top of the line. Heather buckled Amanda into the car seat and they drove off. By the time they arrived at the shoot, pressure had begun to build in Amanda’s bowels. Amanda’s clothes were removed, leaving her in just her diaper.
“And set her down over here,” the director instructed Heather. Heather put Amanda down. “Perfect! Now, Amanda, pose like you’re using that diaper.”
“Only fake it?” Amanda squeaked.
“Well, it would be better if you actually used it, but pretending to will be fine,” the director said. Amanda took a deep breath. She squatted. Despite how much she needed to poop, it was difficult to actually start the process in front of cameras.
Amanda let out a loud grunt and pushed forcefully. A thick log slowly began to enter her diaper. She could hear the director telling her to keep up the good work, but focused on her bowel movement. She squatted down further, pushing even harder, her face reddening. Finally, she finished.
Remembering the script she’d been given before filming, she looked up at the actor playing as her mother.
“Mommy, I poopoo,” she said cheerfully. The actor chuckled and picked her up. The mess in Amanda’s diaper smeared over her butt.
“Yes, you did. But you’re wearing the best brand possible, guaranteed leak-free. So if you want, you can pee, too!” Amanda took that as her cue to wet her diaper. There was a soft hiss that her mic definitely picked up. Her diaper yellowed visibly.
“All right, stunt come in to change her,” the director called. The actor promptly replaced her smile with a look of disgust and handed Amanda to someone else. That person brought Amanda over to the changing table on the set and changed her. The first actor swapped in again.
“Cuddles Diapers,” the actor said, holding Amanda up, beaming. “Only the best for your baby.”
“And that’s a wrap, people,” the director said. “Good work!” The actor set Amanda on the changing table and walked away. Amanda looked around curiously. Her eyes landed on Jen.
Yes, Jen had said she would be at the shoot, but why? Curious, Amanda took out her phone and generated a new sentence, hoping it might provide some answers.