“So, did ya look over the script?”

“Yeah, of course,” David said as he slid into the passenger seat of his sister’s car. Crissy gave him a skeptical glance before pulling away from the curb and merging into the downtown traffic.

“Right, so what product are you advertising?”

“Easy, it was…” David flipped through the first couple of pages of script.

“You mean you didn’t read the fucking script?” Crissy yelled, flipping some guy off as she weaved through traffic.

“You said it was a simple commercial, nudity required, big names, blah blah. Since you made it sound so easy, I thought I’d hit the gym instead.”

“Infomercial, not commercial,” Crissy corrected him irritably.

“Whatever, same thing. A simple infomercial ,” David corrected himself in a mocking tone before pressing on. “And I’m promoting… Preymates Diapers?” He squinted at the script. “Are you telling me that my first screen appearance is going to be in a diaper commercial?” His voice started calm and rose in anger until he was practically yelling the last word.

“You said to get you anything, you just wanted your foot in the door. I got you a job promoting a highly visible product that has many well-connected affiliates in such a way that shows off your… physique. If you don’t want the gig, then you’ll just have to find someone else to be your fucking agent!” Crissy screamed back at him before slamming on the breaks to avoid rear-ending the car in front of her.

"Whatever, at least I get to work with some pop idol, right?" David said sarcastically. He folded his arms and sulked, the script laying unread in his lap.

"Yeah, something like that..." Crissy murmured as she maneuvered through the dense traffic. Neither of them spoke as they slogged through the downtown traffic. David slowly mulled over the situation in his head. He supposed his sister had done an okay job; it was just one commercial after all, and she had mentioned that it would show off his body, which he prided himself on. At an even six feet tall, light brown hair, chiseled features, and lean muscular body, he had often been told he should do modeling work, but David had always wanted to be an actor, to be in movies and tv shows. He had just calmed down enough to pick the script back up when they finally reached the studio.

David could feel the buzz in the air, the energetic hum of television magic waiting to be made, as the car pulled up to the curb. The feeling infected him straight to his core and a smile sprang unbidden to his lips. The last of his dissatisfaction with his role melted away as he took a deep breath and opened the car door. He’d suffer through one lousy commercial if it meant getting to work here for the rest of his life.

“Oh, before you go, I need you to finalize these,” Crissy said, holding a small stack of papers and a pen out the passenger window. David took the documents and squinted at them as if they were written in a foreign language.

“And these are…?”

“The insurance policy we negotiated last week,” his sister replied irritably. “Just sign on the dotted lines.” David huffed in annoyance but signed the pages anyway. Honestly, what was the point of having an agent if he still had to read and sign things. He tossed the papers back into the car, not caring that the bundle came apart and fell in a heap. He turned before his sister could say anything and entered the studio.

David's head tried to turn in every direction, an awed expression plastered to his handsome face. The stage was all set up and divided into two sections, one with comfortable chairs and homey decor, and the other a stage complete with green screen backdrop. All of it was surrounded by a multitude of different lights and cameras and strategically placed microphones. He saw audience bleachers that lined two walls of the studio and wondered if that many people would honestly show up to watch a commercial being filmed. And all around him people bustling past, cameramen setting up, audience members filing in, errand boys delivering coffee, their voices all meshing into a buzz of activity. David was so enthralled by the studio set that he practically tripped over a colorfully dressed little girl.

"Hey, watch it!" She exclaimed as she stumbled forward, her long, rainbow-dyed hair fanning out before she caught herself.

“Yeah… sorry,” David said distractedly as he continued to scan the set and tried to get his bearings. He was forced to admit to himself that he had no idea where to go now that he was here. “Hey kid,” he addressed the disgruntled girl who was brushing back her hair and straightening her blouse. “Do you know where the director is?”

“Oh, are you gonna be in the infomercial?” The girl’s face instantly lit up and David felt a burst of pride at being recognized as an actor. He tried his best to look cool and simply nodded. “I can take you to him,” she giggled and grabbed his hand, leading across the bustling set and to a man who was busy shouting into a phone. He wore a silly beret that clashed horribly with his pinstripe business suit. David was pretty sure this guy was a joke until he abruptly lowered the phone and fixed him and the girl with a penetrating gaze.

“I found your actor,” the girl quipped cheerfully, unphased by the stare, before turning and scampering off.

“Ah, you must be… David,” the director said after taking a second to glance at a clipboard. “Glad you made it. I’m Kevin, by the way. Nice to meet you.” David opened his mouth to respond but Kevin was already moving on. “Now I assume you know all your lines and what not.”

“I, uh…” David looked sheepishly at the script still clutched in his hand as if wondering how it got there.

“Excellent,” the director continued undeterred, as if the actor had answered in the affirmative. “The changing room is over there. Go get ready and come right back; shooting begins in half an hour.” David tried to say something, to make a good first impression or any impression at all really, but Kevin had already turned to address some of the camera staff setting up.

With no one left to talk to, David wandered in the direction the director had indicated the changing rooms were in. He found them without too much trouble and was pleasantly surprised to find his name taped to a door with a star on it. Despite its obviously temporary nature, David loved it. He ran his fingers over his name on the door, promising himself that one day soon he’d have a proper plaque on the door and fans would be lining up outside it to meet him.

He opened the door and was immediately accosted by two makeup artists. The Hispanic women chittered away in Spanish as they quickly restyled his hair, applied a light layer of makeup, and stripped him of his clothes. They completely ignored all his protests and by the time he was nude, he had just accepted that this was going to happen whether he liked it or not. He did feel a small burst of pride when they poked his abs and biceps while giggling to each other. Before he knew it, he was being pushed back out the door, his unread script still clutched in his hand.

“Hey, don’t I have to wear a diaper or some-” The door slammed in his face. David found himself dazed and naked in the hallway, trying to remember where to go and wondering if everything in this business always moved so fast.

“Well, don’t you look tasty?” David jumped at the sound of a little girl’s voice right behind him. He whirled around, frantically hiding his dick behind the script, and found himself facing the same girl he’d bumped into earlier. Her rainbow hair had been tied back in two long ponytails and her colorful clothes had been replaced by a schoolgirl outfit that showed off her navel. Before David could recover, she licked her lips, winked at him, and giggled as she walked past him toward the stage. He caught just a glimpse of blue diaper padding peeking out from beneath her skirt before she turned a corner. David gulped as he tried to shrug off the strange interaction and decided she must be part of the commercial.

He waited until he was sure the little girl was gone before slowly making his way back to the stage area, script still held over his privates. He found the studio had transformed in the short time he’d been absent. The lights were dimmed everywhere except for the stage areas. The audience seating was packed with people clapping and cheering. The focus of their attention at the moment were three people posing on the stage section. A muscular man wearing only a simple t-shirt and a diaper was holding a baby wearing nothing but a diaper next to the girl he’d met twice before, who was doing little twirls to fan out her skirt and show off the light blue padding underneath. David understood that the footage captured now would be edited for the sake of commercials, but he didn’t understand why he wasn’t the one on stage wearing a diaper. Had he taken too long changing and been replaced? The sound of the director’s voice beside him startled him out of his momentary panic.

“David, just in time!” Kevin chuckled and clapped him on the back. “You’re on in about ten minutes, right after the models finish up and Johnny officially introduces the product. You all set?”

“I, um…” David blushed and glanced down at the papers pressed to his nethers. The director’s eyes flicked down to follow.

“I thought you said you were okay with nudity!” He laughed raucously. “Oh man, quit playing around and get ready.” Kevin was still chuckling as he turned away to coordinate the next part of the infomercial. His voice had been friendly, with just enough undertone of command to make David think there would be consequences if he wasn’t ready.

With a nervous gulp, David slowly lifted the crumpled script away from his crotch. When nobody around him reacted, or even acknowledged his presence at all really, he relaxed a little bit and started to read the script. The parts had been written without the actors, so the roles were simply written in brackets before they’re lines. After his earlier glance, he’d made the mistake of assuming he was [Male Model]. He flipped a couple pages until he found his name scrawled helpfully in his sister’s handwriting next to the lines distinguished by brackets containing a single word, [Prey].

The blood drained from his face as David skimmed over the two pages of his part, then reread it detail. He flipped through the rest of the script, looking for more scenes with him in it but came up empty. He looked around feeling lost while his mind reeled. There had to be a mistake. This couldn't be right. His sister wouldn't just- David suddenly spotted his sister sitting in the front row of the audience. He immediately pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the whistles and catcalls of the women sitting next to Crissy as he approached.

"Cris," David hissed to get her attention. His sister turned to face him, her eyes glancing down to give him a quick appraisal. He didn't even care at this point. “Did you even read this script?” He spat venomously.

“Of course I did,” she answered sweetly. “I even wrote your name next to the part so you wouldn’t get lost. You did read your part, didn’t you?” David grit his teeth at her mocking tone.

“You id-”, David started to yell before remembering where they were. “You idiot, this says I’m supposed to get eaten by some fucking idol!” He hissed with as much anger as he could muster.

“So?” David blinked at her nonchalant dismissal. She rolled her eyes and continued. “You’re an actor. I mean, they’re probably gonna let you out and pull some movie magic, right?” Doubt flitted across David’s face and he buried his nose in the script again.

“I-I don’t know. It never says I get let out and at the end it says the idol fills her diaper. That’s not- There’s a lot of room for interpretation in there,” he said in a meek voice. When he looked back up, fear had replaced the anger on his handsome features.

“Come on, they don’t have to spell every little thing out, do they?” Crissy said reassuringly. “I’m sure they won’t let their newest actor get squirted into a diaper on his first day.”

“Yeah, I guess so...”

“Look, either you’re gonna do the job or you need to tell the director that you’re not. Make up your mind quick though because you’re almost up.” The slight edge of exasperation in her voice made it clear she was done talking about this with him. “Oh, and wave to mom. She’s sitting over there,” she added, pointing a couple rows back.

David mechanically turned in the direction of his mother and gave her a forced smile and a timid wave. His shoulders slumped as he turned away and started moping his way back towards the director. He had to call it off, what other choice did he have? Being eaten was terrifying but he could do it. However, the possibility of being digested and disposed of in a diaper, in front of his mother no less, he didn't even want to think about it. David slowed as he neared the director, listening to him barking commands to the camera crew. His stomach did a flip as he realized that if he backed out now, he would never work as an actor ever again. This was his one big break and if he bailed on it now, in front of a live audience while they were shooting, Kevin would make sure nobody would hire him.

No, he couldn't live with that. He couldn't wimp out on all of his dreams just as they had started to take off. He’d spent years studying and honing his body for this once in a lifetime chance. No, he could do this. His performance would sell this product so hard they wouldn't even think of letting him go, much less allow him to the churned into diaper filling. And who knew, if the idol was hot enough, he might even enjoy himself. He still hadn't figured out who [Idol] was supposed to be. He supposed it didn’t matter. He quickly scanned his lines, committing it to memory and grimacing at the cringy dialog. Fortunately, there was only so much he could say before being swallowed.

“David, you’re up,” Kevin waved him over to the set. “Johnny is gonna introduce your partner, then it’s your big scene.” David smiled and nodded confidently as he walked over, wanting to make a good impression despite his personal doubts.

“Hey, who is the idol anyway?” David asked nonchalantly as he set his script down and stretched a little.

“Huh? You were walking around with her, so I thought you knew,” the director laughed. “Who else would we get but the biggest name in vore idols, P-Yu.” He nodded onto the set. David felt his mouth open in disbelief as he saw the same girl who had introduced him to the director and surprised him outside his dressing room being officially introduced.

“Here to demonstrate the astounding functionality of Preymates Diapers, the biggest name in vore, fashion, and music, P-YU!” The audience burst into applause as the child star bounced onto the set and gave a little twirl, fanning both her rainbow hair and her skirt. David felt panic welling inside. He was going to get eaten by a little girl? No, he couldn’t do it.

“And to aid in this demonstration, we have... well, let's just call him lunch.” The crowd laughed as David was pushed onto the set before he could protest, a forced smile instantly springing onto his face. He had to clench his hands to resist the urge to cover his nakedness in front of so many people. “A nice, strong man, lean and muscular, makes your mouth water, doesn’t it ladies?” David stood up a little straighter at the praise and the ensuing catcalls from the women in the audience. “High in protein and low in fat, just the sort of meal a growing girl needs, wouldn't you say, folks?” David’s smile was a frozen mask as he sat down on one of the chairs on the set, but inside he wilted under the laughter of the audience. “So, P-Yu,” Johnny continued, directing his attention to the young idol. “What do you think about Preymates new line of diaper?”

“Oh, they’re just fantastic!” P-Yu exclaimed, practically bouncing with childish energy as she spoke into the proffered mic. “It’s the comfiest diaper I’ve ever worn and it stays in place no matter how full it gets or what dance routine I try.” She did a high kick followed by a couple twirls, stopping with her hand on her padded rump so that everyone could clearly see the diaper’s logo. “But you know, all this performing really works up my appetite…” The crowd cheered again as P-Yu gave David a hungry look and licked her lips. “I think it’s about time we tested the capacity of these comfy bad boys.” She said, giving her bum a playful slap before dropping down to David’s feet.

“And what about you, young man?” Johnny asked, turning the mic on David. “What do you think of the new Preymates Diapers?”

“Oh, they’re simply the best-” David paused, his smile frozen in place, as he felt his feet slip into the tight, hot confines of P-Yu’s mouth. "A-as someone who identifies as prey, I have always dreamt of being eaten.” Tiny gulps sounded below him and David was surprised at how good it felt as his feet slid into the idol’s throat. The tight esophagus rippled and squeezed as each gulp tugged him a little deeper. “ Ahem -However, I’ve often worried about what would become of me afterwards. I mean, o-obviously I'd just be poop…” David blushed as laugh swept through the audience but decided to make the best of the brief pause. He tried to cross his legs, realized he couldn’t on account of them being halfway stuck down a little girl’s throat, and settled for placing his hands discreetly in his lap. They did little to hide his growing erection. “...But the idea of my remains befouling a bathroom or falling in a heap on the ground somewhere or, God forbid, leaking everywhere from some subpar diaper is absolutely mortifying.” He hoped the director mistook his distress for actual acting instead of what it really was, which was embarrassment at being severely turned on by his lower half getting sucked into a child’s mouth. David tried to press on despite his obvious boner. “W-with Preymates diapers, I know that my earthly remains will be encased in the most * gasp * comfy and luxurious of materials, guaranteed to never leak or make a mess."

P-Yu slowed as she approached his waist to give him time to catch up with the script. Her eyes sparkled mischievously up at him as she languidly sucked his balls and the base of his dick past her lips. Johnny cocked an eyebrow as his interviewee paused to let out a lewd moan. David, blushing furiously, tried to press on even as P-Yu guided his hands into her mouth.

“Go ahead and call me crazy, cause that's the most inviting padded room I've ever seen.” The audience went wild as a half-strangled cry escaped David lips and a fountain of white exploded from his dick, splattering his chest and the sofa around him. As if on cue, P-Yu begin gulping him down at her previous pace, leaving the spent man to flounder through the rest of his lines before he disappeared completely. “Now I'm free to pursue my dreams with a clear conscience because I know my pred will be wearing Preymates diapers, oh fuck .” David gasped under his breath, the mic picking it up clearly, as his neck sank past the young idol’s lips. He blurted out his last line as his head slowly entered her mouth. “Remember, Preymates Diapers, the best friend to both predator and prey.”

The second he finished the product’s slogan, P-Yu closed her mouth over his head, sealing David in darkness, and gave a hard gulp. The outline of the young man’s face appeared briefly sliding down her neck, his mouth clearly open. The mic picked up a muffled drawn-out sound, but whether it was an excited moan or scream of terror was anyone’s guess. The young idol turned and settled into David’s chair, being careful to avoid the sticky spots, and let out a contented sigh.

David had thought he could stand being inside a stomach for a few minutes for the sake of his career. He’d been wrong. He had ignored the burning in his legs while he tried to get his lines off, but as soon as the lights went out and he was squeezed down her tight, constricting esophagus, he lost it. He screamed and thrashed in a blind panic, futilely trying to worm his way back up even as he was deposited into her cramped stomach. The velvety walls pressed all around him and a rising pool of acid stung his naked flesh. Even in his panic he knew what the acids were doing. They were trying to digest him like a piece of food, like he was nothing more than a snack for this little girl. He suddenly realized there were voices above him and remembered the studio. Surely, they wouldn’t let him just die in here. They knew he wasn’t food. David tried to calm down and listen and not think about what happens to food.

Johnny tried to wait for David to settle into her stomach before addressing P-Yu again, but gave up when the bulges of his struggles only grew more frantic. “Well, you sure look satisfied. Did he taste as good as he looked?” The girl held up a finger for a moment before unleashing a massive belch into the mic that instantly filled and reverberated around the studio.

“Excuse me,” P-Yu giggled before answering the question. “Oh yes, he was every bit as tasty as he looked.”

"He sure is lively in there," the interviewer observed, nodding to the handprints pressing out from her belly.

"He's probably just trying to get to a better position to enjoy himself in there. I'm sorry my belly is a little cramped," P-Yu teased, patting her belly and giving another cute giggle. "He shouldn't worry though, I'm going to squeeze him into place much roomier and comfy in a little while," she said standing up and bending over. The young idol gave the audience a wink if she patted the light blue padding on her bum. "But you know what I really like to do while I'm digesting people, Johnny?"

"No, P-Yu, what's that?" Johnny answered with a knowing smile, already backing away.

"Sing and dance, of course!" P-Yu shouted into the crowd and was immediately answered with an explosion of applause and cheers. The set rotated as the cheerful girl skipped onto the stage where they'd been posing for cameras earlier. With all her bouncing and the excitement of the crowd, nobody noticed the flurry of movement across her belly.

When you swallow down a bunch, food or people, to your gut

But now they've melted down, wound a round, and are pressing at your butt

Don't waste time finding a commode

Preymates handles any size of load

David screamed and thrashed as he was flipped about in the turbulent stomach. He couldn't believe it, they were really going to leave him in here. They were actually going to let an elementary schooler digest him and shit him into a diaper, just for a commercial. A commercial that would be played nationwide and was being recorded in front of a live audience. An entire audience full of people was just going to laugh and cheer P-Yu on as she ground him down into just another stinky load for her diaper. His own mother would see it, somehow that was worse than the entirety of the nation. David let out a wail of despair at the thought as he struggled to keep his head above the rising acids. He was flipped about as P-Yu did a couple of spins and started to sing. As the young idol's distant voice washed over him, David sobbed and curled into a ball and hope against hope that his sister would convince the director to let him out.

His sister was, in fact, weaving her way through the crowd towards the director that very moment. She stopped a respectful, but still within earshot, distance away from him and eavesdropped on the conversion he was having with a sound technician.

"Sir, P-Yu's microphone is picking up some rather shrill screams of pain. They're muffled but still recognizable if you listen carefully. Should we let the prey out and do another take?"

"Nah, too expensive. Just cover them up with some of his moans. You got plenty to choose from in his interview with Johnny," Kevin replied offhandedly, shooing the technician way. Still smirking from the director's casual dismissal of her brother's plight, Crissy stepped forward before anything else could grab his attention. "And here's the agent now," Kevin turned to her with a big smile. "Sounds like your boy is a little green around the gills, but I guess that's to be expected from these one-offs. Where do you find so many clients willing to play these roles?"

"It's all about knowing your clients," Crissy responded confidently. "Which ones are desperate and which ones have less of a drive to live... and which ones are too stupid to read the fine print," she added with a playful wink.

"Well, this one did well enough. You're not going to try to talk me into letting him go now, are you?"

"And void that hefty paycheck to his next of kin, wouldn't dream of it. No, I came over to talk about a possible change to the diaper change scene."

"Now, don't go changing the script on me," Kevin warned with a scowl. But as Chrissy begin to explain, his frown melted into a grin and by the time P-Yu's song was wrapping up, he was laughing along with her. With a thumbs-up, the director waved Johnny over while Cris weaved her way back through the crowd towards the stands.

Thanksgiving, coworkers, mailmen, and playmates

Neighbors, reunions, lovers, and bad dates

No matter who you ate or how many plates

Your butt’s always covered with Preymates

As P-Yu held the last note, fans in the audience leaned forward in anticipation. Her gut had shrunk considerably during the performance and all that remained of the person-sized bulge was a cute little pot belly. There was a collective sigh of disappointment when the note ended and she simply bowed deeply. At least, until the microphone being held out behind her picked up a loud, raucous fart trumpeting from beneath her padding.

"Sounds like we're about ready to test the capacity have these wonderful new diapers," Johnny declared to thunderous applause. "Whenever you're ready, P-Yu!"

P-Yu gave the crowd a playful smirk before spinning around and bending over again, flipping up her skirt so that everyone could see her padded bum with the Preymates logo front and center. With a series of soft poots and the crinkle of padding, the diaper began to bulge out and expand. The audience leaned forward as they watched the diaper balloon outwards with the remains of the young actor they'd seen just minutes ago. P-Yu let out a gasp and a soft moan, and an excited murmur ran through the crowd as the impression of a skull pressed out briefly against the blue padding before sinking into the muck. Finally, the diaper stopped expanding, but not until it was nearly half the young idol's size and hanging down well past her knees. P-Yu gave her butt a couple of shakes, sending the diaper swaying back and forth, before straightening up and facing the crowd. She gave a cute little “tah duh” and wiggled her butt playfully. The enlarged and slightly discolored logo bounced along playfully with her.

"There you have it, folks," Johnny called out as he stepped forward again. "This talented little girl is just disposed of a meal twice her size and would you look at that diaper. No ripping, no leaking, and no unpleasant dampness," he added, briefly brushing a hand against the protruding padding. "How does the diaper feel to you?"

"Oh, it feels positively delightful," P-Yu groaned in a voice much too sensuous for an eight-year-old. "The diaper doesn't slip around or anything, nor do the straps dig into my skin like some other brands do. It keeps my prey's remains exactly where I want them, packed and secure, squishing against my butt."

"Amazing! The remains of an entire man in there and it still looks like it could hold more."

"We could always test that theory, Johnny," P-Yu teased playfully.

"Some other time," Johnny replied without missing a beat. "For now, let’s get that diaper off you. Remember folks, no amount of quality material will protect your rear from diaper rash, so enjoy your prey’s remains responsibly. Now, to help us with the last of this demonstration we have a very special guest in the audience." P-Yu instantly perked up as Johnny deviated from the published script. "The mother of the prey who just got his wish!” A ripple of surprise and excitement swept the crowd as a spotlight pinpointed an elderly woman in the audience. “Ma’am, could you come give us a hand? It appears your son has made quite a mess.”

The woman jumped up immediately and began hurrying to the stage, leaving an empty seat next to a grinning Crissy. She nervously straightened her clothes and adjusted her bun full of graying brown hair before stepping onto the lit stage. Johnny stepped forward to meet her while P-Yu went to lie on the set's coffee table.

“It’s nice to meet you…” Johnny held out the mic to catch her name.

“Donna!” The woman exclaimed, blushing under the spotlight.

“How do you feel, Donna?” Johnny asked, shaking her hand.

“Excited, nervous, I've never been on TV before,” the flustered mother blurted out.

“That's okay, nothing to be worried about, we’re all friends here,” Johnny chuckled. “And how do you feel about what has befallen your son?”

“I've always supported his life decisions, and today is no different,” Donna replied. “I just had no idea he felt so passionate about being prey... or about diapers.”

“Well, these diapers are worth getting passionate about,” Johnny assured her with a chuckle, steering the woman deeper on to the set. “Donna, would you mind changing P-Yu’s diaper for us? I know you probably changed hundreds of diapers in your time already, but we would really love to hear an expert’s opinion on this product.”

“Oh, of course,” the elderly woman readily agreed. “I’ve changed plenty of my son’s dirty diapers before. I wouldn’t want anyone else to have to clean up his mess.”

As they approached, P-Yu dutifully raised her legs. The contents of the diaper gave is sickening squelch in response to the change in position. A slight blush crept into the cheeks of the young idol as the mother of her meal leaned over and began undoing her straps. No one in the crowd seemed to notice, all eyes were trained on the unboxing of a diaper’s contents. Mixed sounds of amusement and revulsion emanated from the crowd as the mother pulled back the diaper, revealing the small mountain of shit that used to be her son. Donna herself wrinkled her nose at the caustic stench radiating from the mound. She paused for a moment, her gaze automatically picking out pieces of bone and trying to identify them out of habit. The easiest by far was the half-buried skull grinning out from the filth. It was hard to reconcile the memory of her strong, muscular son with the reality of the giant load of little girl poop he had become.

“Oh, he sure made a big mess,” Donna said softly. Then, she shrugged and held out her hand. “Wipes.”

Johnny produced a small pack of wipes seemingly out of nowhere and handed it to her. She immediately set to work, wiping her son's remains off the young girl’s nethers. After a couple of seconds of silent work, Johnny interrupted.

“Sorry to bother you while you work, ma'am, but could you give us your first impression of the diaper?”

“It's a good diaper. It traps in smell really well. My nose was completely unprepared for the sheer potency of the stench my son made.” Her hands continued moving with the practiced mechanical efficiency and someone who has changed countless diapers in her lifetime. “The diaper also does a good job of containing messes. You can see here, even with this huge amount of... excrement, the shape of the diaper stops it from overflowing the edges even after it's been opened.”

“Would you recommend Preymates Diapers to others?” Johnny asked, as the older woman finished up her work and began rolling up the soiled diaper.

“I most certainly will,” Donna assured him, accepting the fresh diaper he proffered her and handing him the massive lump of soiled padding in return. “In fact, I kind of wish these had been around when I was a younger girl.”

A look of repulsion flashed across Johnny's face as he looked down at the gigantic dirty diaper he'd been handed. He looked around quickly and immediately dropped it into a small wastebasket nearby. It squelched audibly, the top of it protruding from the tiny trash can. Fresh padding on her butt, P-Yu stood up from the table and did a little spin, displaying the now familiar logo.

“Well, that's going to be it from us folks,” Johnny declared. “Remember, just like we demonstrated here, Preymates Diapers are comfortable and secure, a breeze to clean up, and will hold any size of meal. Whether it's the food from a date or the date itself, Preymates has you covered. Preymates Diapers are the best friend to both predator and prey.”

“Cut!” The director yelled. “That's a wrap!”

Applause and cheers broke out from the stands as the audience got to its feet. The three people remaining on stage took turns bowing, the cheers intensifying for a moment with each one. Nobody spared a glance towards the massive wad of soiled padding in the wastebasket, not even its contents own mother. Showbiz moves pretty fast and nobody has time for an actor whose career never got any further than the diaper of a little girl.