“Jen is a struggling actress that has resorted to being in adult diaper commercials.” Amanda let out a giggle of excitement. She generated another sentence. “Jen doesn’t want to use the diapers, so the director won’t make her.”
“No, I think she does need to use them,” Amanda whispered gleefully. She changed “won’t” to “will”. She considered making Jen actually want to use the diapers, but decided against it. It was more satisfying if Jen was forced to fill a diaper she didn’t want to use.
“All right, Amanda, time to head out,” Heather said. Amanda looked up at her, widening her eyes plaintively.
“I want to watch Jen’s commercial, though,” she said. Heather sighed.
“Fine. We can stay to watch, but after that, we’re leaving. You have a tight schedule.” Pleased to have gotten her way, Amanda turned her attention to the set. Jen emerged from behind a changing screen, wearing a professional blazer and blouse on top, but only a thick, white diaper on bottom.
Jen’s performance was decent, but not anything special; Amanda understood why she was a “struggling” actress. Finally, they got to the part of the commercial where Jen was supposed to use her diaper. Jen’s mic picked up the soft hiss that came from her as she wet her diaper, turning it visibly yellow.
“And cut,” the director called. Amanda scowled. Wetting herself was good humiliation, but not the full extent that she wanted. She took out her phone.
“The commercial requires Jen to wet herself.” Smirking, Amanda changed “wet” to “mess”.
“Jen, any diaper can hold urine,” the director scolded. “We need to show how well our diapers hold feces! You need to go number two, not number one!”
“But I don’t need to go,” Jen said timidly. The director put his hands on his hips.
“If you can’t have a bowel movement on your own, we’re giving you a laxative.” Amanda’s eyes lit up. That seemed like another opportunity to humiliate Jen.