"BWAAMMPPHHH!"

Charnessa Henshaw sat on the edge of her bed and farted loud and long to the amusement of her audience. The onlookers standing above on the other side of the opaque circle glass dome clapped their approval. After 5 days of this she no longer cared about protecting her modesty. She had to go.

The intensity of the fart brought immediate attention. The door to the room opened and the man only known as Daddy entered. He was wearing his full plastic mask as usual. The mask hid the front of Daddy's bald head. He had two slits for eyes, two black ovals for nostrils and a grotesque ear to ear, toothy grin. The grin unnerved Charnessa to no end. But this time she was actually glad to see him.

The mysterious man spoke in a mechanical voice. He sounded like one of those machines a smoker who has lost his vocal cords might use.

"Now, now, baby C. It ss like you had a little accident in here. Is it time for Daddy to change baby's diaper?"

Charnessa glared at him and said nothing. Interaction was always limited and a lesson in futility. Instead of talking she simply laid back on the bed and crossed her arms. She knew what was coming. Daddy was pleased.

"Very good, baby C. You've assumed the changing station position on your own this time. You are finally learning, baby C, bravo!"

There was scattered clapping from outside the glass. The onlookers came and went as the day passed by. Charnessa wondered why there was always so much foot traffic. It was like she was an exhibit in a museum or a human zoo. Everyone was fuzzy. She couldn't see out of the opaque glass clearly. But they apparently had a clear view in.

Daddy laid out a beach towel beside Charnessa on the bed.

"Up, on your side now." He urged.

Charnessa rolled on her side as Daddy got the towel under her. Then she rolled back.

Daddy unfastened the sides of the adult sized diaper. Charnessa then rolled over completely on to her stomach as Daddy removed the soiled diaper.

"Oh goodness, girl. You made such a bad poo poo this time. Yes, indeed."

He held the diaper up to show the audience above. There was clapping and more than a few nervous laughs. Charnessa stared blankly ahead at nothing. She was tuning out. This was a humiliating ritual for anyone over the age of three to endure, much less a 34 year old woman with a graduate degree.

Daddy dropped the diaper in a trash bag and continued changing his baby. Charnessa flinched as she felt a cold washcloth wipe her bare bottom clean.

"That's a good baby!" Daddy cooed, "We want baby all fresh and clean so she can sleep in comfort in her brand new diapy."

Daddy powdered Charnessa's now clean backside. She went 5 foot 9 and weighed 200 pounds so there was a considerable amount of ass to powder and rub in.

Daddy performed his work with skill and efficiency. The faces from above pressed up on the see thru window. Changing time always brought the viewers in close.

Charnessa looked out the sides of her eyes to see the camera in the corner of the room. The red light stayed on. They had been streaming her ordeal live continuously since she was brought into this room. Above the camera was a digital read of how many viewers were tuned in. The number was exploding upward. She normally brought in a steady number of around 1,500. When she was being changed, as she was now, the number increased to four to five thousand.

Charnessa shook her head slowly as she saw the number trip over 6,000 this time. She had no ideal if this number was real but she thought it was ironic. She had maintained a youtube channel for 10 years. She had done it all. She had tried offering beauty tips, talking politics, celebrity gossip, conspiracy theories, you name it. She even wasn't above putting on some booty shorts and shaking her big girl hips to the latest hip hop songs. She did it all in an attempt to gain popularity and bring in a some monetized money. The best she could do was gain 1,200 subscribers and loose pocket change.

Now she was internet famous in all the wrong ways. She wondered if the live stream was going out somewhere over the deep web and what type of people were watching her.

A sharp slap on her ass brought her out of her daydreaming. It was Daddy.

"Over now, baby, move it."

She wanted Charnessa to roll over into a brand new diaper. She sighed and did as she was instructed.

As daddy taped her up Charnessa stared directly above. She saw the outline of images of people with smiles plastered up against the circular viewing pane. She could see sizes, shapes and colors but everything was blurred. They were shadow people.

"Who are these folks?" Charnessa thought, trying to comprehend her ordeal. "Don't they realize I'm kidnapped and not participating in this sick game? Why won't anyone help me?"

Daddy had his baby taped up in a brand new diaper. He forced her into a sitting position and put his mask to her face.

"Now that's a good baby, eh? Don't you feel so much better now baby C?"

Charnessa bowed her head and didn't answer. Daddy's charm and concern always rang false. When he pulled her close like this all she felt was fear. She felt his hot breath piercing through the mask on her cheeks.

"Baby C, I would like you to answer Daddy this time. Let me ask again..., don't you feel so much better now, baby C?"

"Yes.., Daddy..., all better now." She whispered in a breaking voice.

"Baby C, you have to project when you are on television. Otherwise all the good people out there won't be able to hear you clearly. I want you to repeat yourself for Daddy. This time I want you to talk loud and clear. Enunciate. Do you understand me, Baby C?"

Daddy had his hand on her right shoulder. His grip tightened like a steel vise. A trembling Charnessa turned to the camera in the corner of the room and mustered up all of her courage into her throat.

"Yes Daddy! I'm all better now!"

"Very good, Baby C. Very good." Daddy purred, stroking her shoulder length dark, tangled hair.

As Charnessa bent her head forward into Daddy's chest she began to sob. She hadn't been beat since the first day but the threat of violence was implied. Misbehave and there would be consequences. Her will was breaking.

"Easy, Baby C. You're going to be alright, child. No need to cry. Daddy is here."

Chanessa wiped her eyes and somewhat regained her composure. She hated speaking into the camera. It made her feel like this was all happening with her consent. It wasn't.

"There you go, baby C. You are all better now. Mommy will be by later on and see you off to sleep."

Daddy took the smelly trash with him out the room. Charnessa watched him go then laid back on the bed staring up at the glass dome where people were staring down at her. She could hear them talking but their voices were muffled. The dome had some kind of sound barrier. She couldn't hear anything from outside with any clarity. But the outside people could hear her. Every whisper, burp and fart from her drew a reaction. Apparently the room was mic'ed up.

Charnessa was living in a world where nothing was clear. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift. There was nothing to do except wait for Mommy.