The stage was lit up, the announcer standing there, welcoming the crowd, cheers ringing out in response. Lana could see it all on the split, eyes glued to the screen. Soon she’d be out there in front of all those people, all eyes on her. She squirmed in place a little, adjusting her tight, brown braid for the umpteenth time.

 

“You’ll be fine sweetheart.” The young, twenty-something, felt a warm hand patting on her back and she looked up at Mark, her trainer. Mark had been so kind and helpful to her throughout her journey. He’d trained her up from a complete amateur, helping to bring out her potential, making her stronger and tougher. He’d been the one that had gotten Lana into competing. She’d met him in a bar one night, got chatting a little, until Mark had asked her about diaper messing. She’d never even considered it, but Mark’s handsome face and sizeable wallet had drawn her in. And now here she was, in the wings, waiting to be called for her first ever competition bout.

 

“Thanks …” She replied, putting on a weak smile. Seemingly noticing Lana’s nervousness, he shifted his hand, rubbing Lana’s abdomen. The bloating was noticeable, even through Lana’s well-toned stomach. Lana was no stranger to competition. She’d been an amateur gymnast before getting into diaper messing, but gymnastics and what she was doing now, were two totally different ball games.

 

“Just go out there and do it like you usually do.” His words were sweet and helped calm her emotions. She opened her mouth to reply, but her body did it for her, a low gurgling sound coming from her bowels. “That’s my girl.” He said patting firmly on her stomach.

 

“Lana? You’re on in one minute.” The stage hand had ducked her head around the doorframe, patiently waiting for the girl to follow her onto the stage. Mark helped her to her feet, tilting his head and giving her one last look over. Brown braid pulled tight, cute youthful face, fair skin shaven clean, tight sports bra and panties. The only thing missing was the diaper, though that would all happen on stage. Diaper messing was, after all, a spectator sport. If the crowds wanted to see it, it would happen. He pressed a drink bottle into Lana’s hand, giving her a winning smile. “One last bit of help.”

 

Lana pressed the bottle to her mouth, slowly beginning to drink the creamy fibre drink. She’d become accustomed to the half sweet, half bitter drink over the course of the past few weeks. Enemas and suppositories were strictly banned, but laxatives and fibre drinks were fair game and were pretty much the competitive standard. She had already drunk one the previous night and another this morning, but she forced herself to drink it down, stomach gurgling again. The pressure in her bowels was heavy, and her mind was constantly telling her to just let go already, squat down and push a load into her panties right now. Her training helped her resist though. Even though she was close to her limit she managed to hold fast.

 

I can only mess my diapers, I can only mess my diapers

 

The mantra ran through her head in a steady and droning rhythm. She wasn’t entirely sure where it came from, but it most certainly helped.

 

The three walked briskly down the corridor, Lana struggling to keep up, clutching her stomach. She could feel every shift, every bit of pressure still building up. The crowd was far louder now and the lights from the stage streamed down the corridor. It was all getting real now, and Lana tried pulling back a little.  Mark just chuckled. “Come on now, be confident. Let’s put on a good show.” He took her by the hand now, pulling her towards the entry way.

 

“And now for our first competitor. Weighing in at 59 kilograms, standing 1.65 meters tall, Lana Castro.” The announcer boomed.

 

“That’s you sweetheart.” Mark whispered, gently pushing Lana out into the arena, following in behind. Any other sounds that might’ve been around were drowned out as Lana walked into view. The crowd must’ve been in the thousands, all of them cheering for their first piece of eye candy.

 

Standing on the stage now, Lana could take in the scale of it all. The lights and noise was over bearing. The crowd was just a dark silhouette of cheers and camera flashes. Lana blushed now, seeing the film cameras, knowing that they were broadcasting live across the country. Diaper messing wasn’t exactly mainstream but viewers still numbered in the millions. She desperately hoped that nobody she knew would be watching.

 

Her face turned to horror as she felt her bowels begin to push, forcing the mess from her body. The moment’s distraction had made her forget all about her growing need to relieve herself. That final fibre drink was going right through her and the pressure was becoming hard to supress. She stared longingly down at the thick diaper that had been laid out for her. All she wanted right now was to have it taped snugly around her, so she could finally let go after two days now of holding it in. That was the end goal, what she’d been working towards. Filling up the diaper as much as possible, making it bulge and sag.  Something deep in the back of her mind was just telling her it would feel good. This wasn’t just about competition, she wanted to use the diaper.

 

I can only mess my diapers, I love to mess my diapers

 

She snapped back to reality, a microphone now staring her in the face. The announcer was looking at her expectantly. “So, Lana. What’s going through your mind? Nervous before your first big match?” He asked, flashing her a suave smile.

 

“I… Umm… Yeah a little…” She said, only vaguely paying attention. Her mind was still transfixed on wearing the diaper and holding her mess in.

 

“Any insight on how you trained for the upcoming bout?” He said encouragingly, pushing the microphone in further. “Don’t be shy now.”

 

“Umm… Lots of holding it in. Lots of eating. Lots of working on my tummy muscles. Lots of diaper practise.” She said, a small smile crossing her face. It was true. Mark had been training her hard, turning her into a promising little diaper messer for the past couple of weeks. She hadn’t used a toilet in over a fortnight now. The whole idea was beginning to feel vague, foreign and kind of gross. Diapers felt so much better now.

 

I can only mess my diapers, I cannot use the potty

 

“And do you think that your training will help you take the win today?”

 

“Umm… Yeah, I think so. I did practise a lot…” She said, smiling out the crowd now, her confidence growing a little.

 

“Excellent. Now before we introduce our next competitor, we’d like to remind everyone that tonight’s competition is brought to you by Contour Diaper Care, for all your powder and lotion needs”. The various screens around the arena flashed with advertisements for a second, before the announcer continued.

 

“Now, for our next competitor. You all know her, she’s one of the all-time greats. Standing 1.76 meters tall, weighing in at 84 kilograms, the little diaper filling machine, Haylee Clarkson.”

 

From the other side of the arena, a busty blonde figure appeared, broad smile on her face, waving out to the crowd. Her curvy frame drew the attention of the entire crowd, whistles and cheers raining down on her. She gave a flirty wink to the crowd before climbing up onto the stage.

 

“Alright Haylee. This is your tenth bout so far, with an unbeaten record so far. Are you going to extend that record to 11-0 tonight?”

 

Haylee smiled cutely, tilting her head. “Oh yeah. I won’t lose. I’m the best there is.” She giggled, giving another wink.

 

“Any secrets to your success?”

 

Haylee giggled again, in her sweet voice. “I don’t know. I’m just really good at filling my diapees, I guess.”

 

Lana blushed throughout the whole interview. Haylee was completely showing her up. She was playing the crowd like a total pro. Lana suddenly felt far more nervous than she had before. Was she really about to go through with this?

 

“Alright. Strong statements coming from both out competitors today. Both confident they can take the win. Only one way to find out who is correct. Without further ado, let’s get our competitors padded up and let the competition begin.” He said, drawing loud cheering from the crowd. He grinned inwardly, looking at the two competitors. Two good looking girls, one a total newbie, the other a crowd favourite. Ratings would be through the roof.

 

Mark gestured over to Lana and Lana obediently followed. She knew the drill by now. She dropped her panties, blushing a little, knowing that her ass and genitals were now being broadcast on national television. She positioned herself down on the diaper, letting Mark tape it up. The crinkliness and thickness of the diaper between her legs made her feel amazing. It just felt so right.

 

I can only mess my diapers, I love to wear my diapers

 

She had to strain not to mess herself right there on the ground, shakily climbing to her feet, as her stomach growled again. The diaper forced her legs apart, hugging her backside. It was so thick, so snug. Lana was glad she was so close to her limit. This was going to feel amazing.

 

“Well ladies. You’re seem ready to go.” The announcer said, letting the girls take the stage now. Out of the corner of her eye, could see Haylee give her a wink. Lana didn’t pay attention though. She was too focussed on the full feeling in her bowels.

 

She barely heard the bell ring, her body beginning to give way. It was slow at first, as her stomach began to shift. Any thoughts of nervousness or hesitation she had didn’t matter now. Even if she wanted to stop it was far too late now. She moaned a little, feeling the mess beginning to push out now. Her body buckled, and she doubled over, hands on the ground, diapered ass sticking in the air. It began to bulge and warp as the warm mess continued pushing out. Her mind was filled with pleasure, completely oblivious to the world around her.

 

The pressure was beginning to subside now, but Lana continued pushing, forcing the more mess into her heavy, sagging diaper. She let out another moan, pushing hard, a gurgling fart escaping from her bowels. She was spent.

 

She pushed herself back to her feet, staggering slightly, the heaviness of her diaper swaying. The diaper now hung considerably lower. She could hear the crowd cheering now. It gave her a strange thrill and she smiled happily. The smile dropped a little as she heard the cheers. She turned in shock, seeing Haylee. The girl was standing there, cure grin on her face as her diaper continued to fill. It seemed to continue on and on, all the while Haylee posed cutely, shaking her ass for the crowd. The crowd was going wild, as Haylee’s diaper continued to sag. Lana felt a slight pang of embarrassment. She had never stood a chance.

 

The judge’s decision was unanimous. 5-0 in Haylee’s favour. Haylee was left to celebrate on stage while she was, led by Mark, waddling back down the corridor. He had to smile a little. The tapes he’d given Lana seemed to have worked well. She seemed totally happy waddling in her messy diaper. He gave in to his urge, groping the back of Lana’s diaper. “It’s alright sweetheart. There’s always next time.”

 

Lana gave him a little smile. “Yeah. Next time.”