Pop and Pampers ((Private))
 

((This is a private Roleplay for Thelonegrunt and I. Please do not post here without permission.))



The roar of the crowd was almost deafening. A sea of applause and cheering had replaced the sound of music in the air that had been coming from the stage just a few moments before. Though outside the stadium, the sun had since set and the air had turned cold, the inside of the stadium was heated by the excitement of more than a thousand fans filling the seats facing the band. They had all been here for well over a few hours know, so their energy had certainly had time to build.

On the center of the stage, the vocalist took the chance to wipe a bit of sweat off her brow and exhale softly now that their last song was over. It was always so hot up here with the high-power stadium lights focused on them, and the outfit her wardrobe stylist had picked out for her for this concert certainly wasn't helping things either.
Regardless, the singer was still smiling as she heard the cheers of her fans. They weren't initially planning on doing a two-song encore, but she always wanted to make sure the people who attended her concerts got their money's worth.

Once she had composed herself a little, the young woman walked forward to the very front of the stage with the wireless microphone she had been singing into, and slid it into the stand. Her throat was pretty sore by this point, but she still wanted to speak to the audience.
The attendees soon quieted down when they realized she was about to speak, and the stage technicians immediately took the hint and shined what seemed like every stage light directly at where the blonde was standing, illuminating her brightly for all to see:


Blinking to adjust her eyes to the nearly blinding lights, Naomi smiled down, her cheeks still a little pink as she spoke up. You'd think she'd be used to this by now. "Thank you all so much for coming out here tonight. I had a great time here, and I really hope all of you did too." Her voice echoed through the speakers, prompting another round of cheering and applause from the crowd below her. After things quieted down a little, she continued. "You've been a great audience, and great hosts. I'm glad our 2014 Cross-Country tour ended here. So, before I go, I'd just like to say: Goodnight New York City!"


The audience was still going crazy by the time Naomi reached backstage, the young woman breathing a sigh of relief back when she was out of sight of the attendees. Even after three years straight of doing events like these, the 19 year old girl still wasn't really comfortable speaking in front of crowds. Singing was one thing; she had been doing that since she was a little girl. Speaking in front of sometimes thousands of people? She had to struggle to keep it together every now and then.

She sighed in absolute bliss as she pulled off the hat that had gone along with her outfit and let her blonde hair fall down naturally to a little past her shoulders, the air conditioning back here being a godsend after hours on the hot stage with the lights shining down on her constantly. The singer took a second to just stand still and enjoy it the cool air washing over her. Now all she needed was a bottle of water to soothe her worn out throat...

Meanwhile, backstage, the people who either orchestrated the show or even took part of it before Naomi's act were watching. The producers in charge of telling the cameramen what angles to shoot from or the men working lights to shine in whatever direction was appropriate. Naomi's several agents. The other acts who proceeded her. No matter their job, all of them were, in their own right, treated to one hell of a concert in the form of the young woman's singing. The girl was already pop's biggest breakout sensation, and she was on her way to carving out a legacy for herself. She already had millions of adoring fans and many friends in the music industry... not necessarily ones she always talked to, given how shy she was. Just mostly people who respected the range of a voice that could sing gently to one that could shake the Earth below her.

As she walked backstage, she was congratulated by a slew of people after the concert's (and tour's) conclusion. One person, however, came toward the girl while Naomi was closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to enjoy the fresh, cool air around her. As she opened her hands, the girl would suddenly feel a cold, plastic bottle placed into one. When she opened her eyes, she'd discover who it was:

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It was her manager, Valerie Steele. The attractive, violet-hair and matching-eyed woman discovered the girl singing at a karaoke bar in her old town before any talent scout could even approach her. She was actually on vacation when she discovered the girl when her car had broken down in the town she was previously staying at. She had heard the buzz around town about this girl who could really sing, so being skeptical, she went to the small venue she was performing in. Needless to say, Valerie was blown away and almost immediately approached her after she had finished singing a few songs. They talked and got to know each other, and eventually she informed her colleagues at the record company of her talent. Naomi was given a contract on the spot when she sang for them and has been practically living on the road ever sense. In a way, everyone around her was her family, and the woman was her mother for discovering her and giving her a chance to succeed as well as being so supportive of her.

"You tour the roof off of the Garden, Naomi. Though I can't say I'm very surprised," The woman said with a small, curled smile, putting her hand on the girl's shoulder after giving her the water bottle. "So how does it feel being finished with your first tour?"

Naomi opened her eyes in surprise as she felt something cold suddenly placed into her open hand. However, her shock quickly changed into a grin when she looked up to see her manager standing in front of her. "You read my mind Val." She said with relief, quickly screwing off the lid and gulping a good portion of the cold water from the bottle before popping it out of her lips with a satisfied "Aaaah...". The blonde supposed there was no real reason to be surprised; Valerie always came to talk with her right after her shows. When with all the hustle and bustle of these productions, the woman was always right on time to help her. Naomi supposed that was really the way it had been since the day they met.

After being put into foster care when she was seven, the girl didn't really have any real luck getting adopted. It was seemingly a mystery as to why, as she was arguably quite the cute little thing at that age. The problem was, she was cripplingly shy and anti-social, and spoke with a lisp that made her sound more like a toddler than a seven year old. Most potential adopters wanted a more 'mature' child for her age, leaving Naomi in foster care until she turned sixteen.

While the little girl had trouble speaking, she soon discovered that when she sang to herself when she was alone, her words came out clearly and fluently. What's more, as more and more people managed to hear her singing, it was discovered that she was actually quite good!
When she was fifteen and in pretty desperate need of some money, Naomi managed to get a part-time job singing at a local karyoke bar and coffee shop. While she hated being in front of crowds, she eventually grew more comfortable with it and focused on singing. Soon enough, word of her talent began to spread around town, and the bar became quite the popular attraction whenever she worked.

Then, one night after her shift had ended, a certain formal-looking woman with dark violet hair approached her with a proposition...

So, after a few good months of speech therapy and counseling to help with her shyness, Naomi Parker was now working for Valerie's record company, and was quickly becoming nothing short of a sensation in the pop music industry. By the time she turned 18, the blonde had recorded multiple chart-topping hits. Surprisingly though, she was incredibly humble about the whole ordeal, more glad that she could even have this oppurtunity after everything she had gone through when she was a child.

Ever since she first signed her, Valerie had been helping her though everything; including the speech therapy and confidence training. With Naomi's ties to her birth parents distant at best, the woman had been the closest thing she had to a mother figure in her life. Though their height difference was a little intimidating at first, even with the tall boots and heels she was given to wear for concerts and event. Naomi was a short 4'8, while Valerie was a good bit over 6 feet tall. However, once she got to know her, Valerie was probably her closest friend she knew.

"Thanks...I'm still mad at myself for going a little too high on the second chorus during 'Firestar'..." She apologized, but in reality, she had sounded just fine, but the singer was always quick to judge herself and her flaws, due to her confidence issues. "But either way, it does feel like a pretty big relief to finally have the whole thing done...It'll be nice to hopefully sleep in the same bed for more than two nights in a row. It's been fun going cross-country, but it's also kind of exhausting..."

"You did that just fine, Naomi. No need to knock yourself over it," the woman replied always being the one to give the young woman reassurance whenever she was in doubt or kicking herself over something trivial due to her small insecurities. Usually, Valerie would give her comments on how to improve on the next show; but since there really wasn't a "next show", and with the girl standing in front of blazing-hot spotlights and deafening cheers, she needed a break from negativity. Or constructive creativity, even; she deserved a break. "I know you'll definitely have that opportunity. In fact, the next thing that I see on the horizon for you is a recording session about a week from now. No concerts, no autograph signings, nothing of the sort. You get some well-deserved time to relax for a while; tours do wear you down."

The woman started to walk away, motioning to another room where some of the other performers got to relax after they were finished. In it were a couch, a television, and corner emulating a kitchen where people could grab a quick snack or make coffee. Next to it was a dressing room connected to it, being about the same size. In it were the clothes Naomi wore before she changed into her outfit. "Feel free to change; I bet you're itching to get out of that," Valerie softly chuckled while looking down at the girl's outfit.

The blonde's cheeks darkened bashfully a little at the praise from her agent, but it still made her smile. What made her grin grow even larger was the news that she essentially had a week to relax. Overjoyed at this news, she suddenly gave the older woman a big hug.
"Thanks Val...I really appreciate it." Naomi replied, letting her go. It would have been a little awkward if the two of them hadn't been so close; the two shared little hugs all the time.

Her eagerness to get out of her stage outfit reemerged when Valerie brought it up. "Yeah, I'm gonna go get out of this. It looks nice, but remind me to talk to Yvonne about all these crazy outfits." She chuckled, her clothing designer being very eager to constantly have her wear all sorts of brands and styles. She admittedly really liked the frills and ruffles on this one though...
"Okay, see you later Val." She said to her as she walked away; she probably had some business to attend to now that the main event was over. Now, it was time to get into something more comfortable.

The woman smiled and hugged the eager girl back, only pulling away once Naomi did. "You're welcome, hon. And thank you for everything you've done over the last few weeks. You did fantastic."

With that, the woman sat down and waited for the girl to get changed, knowing it would probably take a while for her to do so. While she waited, Valerie crossed her legs and turned on the television, flipping the channels and stopping at a celebrity-obsessed, paparazzi-esque television show. She usually considered this show over-exaggerated, sensationalist garbage run by people who spent too much time obsessing over the lives of celebrities due to lacking lives of their own, but it was usually fun to watch at how pathetic their inane and irrelevant "opinions" were.

Then she watched and listened carefully as they showed clips and audio of the performance the girl put on a few days ago in Chicago, causing her to furrow her brows and grow legitimately frustrated within. Hopefully they would glorify her efforts, but knowing this kind of program, they'd find a way to belittle or chastise her; and this was what enraged her, especially in considering that this humble, down-to-earth young woman would now become a target.

What she saw and heard next, however, caused her to watch in disbelief. A woman in her mid-40s, her face adorned with wrinkles and cheap make-up and her body fitted with raggy, stained shorts and a ripped-up tank-top, talked in front of the camera with at least 5 microphones in her face as she sat on a front porch with a cigarette in her hand and an overflowing ash tray sitting nearby along with empty liquor bottles strewn about. The most alarming part, however, were some of her likenesses to the girl, most notably the color of her hair and the shape of her face (with some alterations, of course). Meanwhile, the narration told it clearly:

"WHZ bringing breaking news! Press has picked up an official interview with pop star Naomi Parker's birth mother! The 19 year-old is wrapping up her cross-country tour this evening, but the woman claiming to be her mother gave some less-than-flattering remarks."

"Did you see any of the concerts?"

"Yeah, I saw 'em. Can't say I'm impressed. All I gotta say is she got pretty lucky."

"Lucky how?"

"She got lucky that a record comp'ney swooped her on up and took her 'round the country. Way I see it now, all those people gonna be talkin' 'bout how much she blew it on stage."

"But she has millions of fans."

"Yeah, dumb ones, too. Probably uses some fancy thing to hide her real voice while she dances on the stage like a f**kin' monkey."

Valerie was watching with rage starting to build inside of her, her hand clutched on the remote to prepare to change it when she looked back to the entrance to the wardrobe...

"Ah...that's so much better already..." Naomi sighed in relief as she finally got the rest of her outfit off, now standing in her dressing room in just her bra and panties. She dug around in her purse for a moment to find her phone; pulling it out and checking the temperature outside. Seeing how chilly it had gotten, the singer pulled her jacket down from the hanging rack on the side of the room and began to change into some more casual clothes, setting her cell phone on the desk while she got changed. After she was dressed, the young woman glanced over to the TV in the corner of the room. Maybe she could see what they were talking about on WHZ; the channel usually talked about big concerts when they let out. However, she almost spit out the swig of water she had just taken when an eerily familiar voice could be heard.

"N-No way...That can't be..." She whispered to herself, eyes wide as her mother completely berated her on live television. The nasty woman's attitude certainly hadn't changed much after all these years; her neglectful parents were always quick to put her down if she did something wrong. They were really the driving force behind her confidence issues and timid nature. Speaking of this, she wondered why it was just her mother on this program. Her father wouldn't have missed the chance to be on TV, regardless of what the subject matter was. Maybe they had gotten a divorce? She hadn't really seen either of them since before she was taken away by child protective services and put into foster care. Regardless, each word the vile woman spoke about her stung more and more.

"Please calm down; we can only bleep those so fast." The host of the show chuckled to the woman. It was pretty obvious he was loving the drama and the attention this would get. "Anyway, you really seem to have something out for your daughter. Most mothers would be proud that their kid has become a celebrity. Did you two have a falling out recently?"

"Hah, if you call 'never getting a penny from that rich little b***h's grubby hands, than yes. She's probably spends most of her time up at Hollywood parties doing every drug known to man and every man that offers. She probably wipes her a** with hundred dollar bills, and I got NOTHING, NOTHING even when my husband, her FATHER, died from lung cancer last month."

Naomi gasped, her hand over her mouth. Dad was dead? She remembered that he had always been a pretty heavy smoker, but she hadn't heard anything about him having cancer! The man had been awful to her, but he was still her father...How could she have let her own father die?...Maybe her mom was right about her...Maybe she was just a talentless, selfish brat...

Not being able to bare to watch any more, the miserable blonde silently turned off the TV, getting her shoes on and walking out the door to her dressing room and towards the back entrance to the stage where her driver was waiting, accidentally leaving her phone behind in her hurry to leave.

Valerie was stunned silent watching the program, turning the television off only after listening to just a few nasty things the woman had to say. However, the woman could still hear the broadcast from the dressing room. That could only mean one thing...

Standing up, the woman started walking toward the dressing room, then hearing the television in there go off. "Naomi..." She sympathetically said, only to no response. She heard a door slam, and by the time she made it to the door, the girl was gone. Valerie honestly felt heartbroken, knowing that any sort of negativity, ESPECIALLY tabloids, would be enough to bring back those feelings of weakness and insecurity she had felt since she was a child. She didn't know who that woman was; for all she knew, she could have been a random person hired to play the part as a rating's ploy for the network airing it. There were still some thing she didn't know about the girl...

Looking to the ground, however, she noticed a smartphone sitting on the ground, picking it up and opening it up. Upon turning it on, the screen lock picture was a private one taken by an agent of her and Valerie standing next to each other. Knowing it was Naomi's, the woman sighed and placed it in her purse, now going out of the dressing room and to the parking lot herself.

The woman drove off, then driving to the fancy hotel that she, Naomi, and some of their associates were staying a few blocks from Madison Square Garden where the singer had just performed. The girl had three card keys to get into the room, one of them being given to Valerie just in case of an emergency.

Once the woman made it into the parking lot of the hotel complex, she parked and swiftly made her way inside. Ascending to the 10th floor where she knew she was staying, Valerie stepped out of the elevator and walked to room 1038. Sighing, the woman braced herself for what she was about to receive. It would either be a verbal lashing from the girl due to her barging in unannounced, or the girl broken down in a pool of tears. Or even worse...

After taking a few seconds, the woman summed up the courage to slide the key into the swipe-lock and unlock the door. After turning the handle and slowly opening the door, the woman crept inside. She didn't immediately see the girl... but what she did see now were the girl's clothes thrown on the couch. And she could hear a voice coming from another room... but something sounded a bit off. Now tiptoeing, the woman reached the location of the sound, silently opened the door and cracked it slightly to see what was going on.

Maybe a little over ten minutes before Valerie showed up, Naomi's limousine parked out in front of the hotel she was staying at. "Thanks for the quick ride Hank." She said, handing him a generous tip as the hotel employees rushed to open up the doors of her car.

"No problem Ma'am. Just give me a call if you want a ride anywhere else tonight." The man offered politely.

"Nah...I think I'm just gonna stay here for the night...Thanks for the offer though." The blonde replied, trying not to sound too somber as she stepped out of the Limo. Naturally, as soon as she was out of the car, she was swarmed by hotel employees offering to carry her bags (not that she had any) or show her around the hotel's amenities. Though this was a bit stressful, the short singer turned them down and made her way to the elevator, managing to get the door closed before anyone else could follow her in. She just wanted to be alone right now...

When she finally reached the tenth floor, Naomi walked back to her room. "1034...1036...1038." She said silently to herself before as she reached the suite she was staying at. Why did her bosses always deem it necessary to buy her such expensive hotel rooms? It's not like she was sharing it with anybody, and she was barely in it during the duration of her time in this city.

Regardless, the distraught young woman couldn't help but feel a great sense of relief when she unlocked the doors and quickly walked in, almost slamming them shut behind her in her hurry to get inside. The vocalist could tell she was about to cry, so she wanted to be in private as soon as possible. Slouching up against the door once she was in her room, the tears finally began to form and she started to sniffle. She needed Dusty right now...

Working up the willpower to move, the whimpering blonde got up from the door and moved to the bedroom, opening up the door to see Dusty, her teddy bear, sitting on the bed; right where had left him that morning. Now, not many 19 year olds still sleep with Teddy bears, even fewer 19 year old celebrities. But that didn't stop Naomi from practically diving on top of the bed and hugging Dusty close, burying her face into his soft fur and softly sobbing into it.

Contrary to his name, Dusty was anything but poorly taken care of. Naomi had had this Teddy Bear since she was a little girl, still living with her birth parents. Whenever she was sad, hungry, or hurt at home, Dusty had always been there for her. Even when she was moved into the foster home, the stuffed animal was her closest, and really her only friend. In fact, when she first began singing to herself before anyone knew about her talent, Dusty had been her first 'audience'. When she got her big break and began to do performances all over the country, Naomi made sure to bring him with her to sleep with every night. She kept this secret, of course, thinking people would make fun of her if they knew she, a woman almost in her 20's, still loved her teddy so much. The only person that knew about Dusty was Valerie, and even then tried not to let on just how much she loved the stuffed animal. In all honesty, he was, by far, the most treasured possession she had, even after becoming a multi-millionaire.

After another minute or so of cuddling with her companion and crying her eyes out, she looked up with her blurry eyes and saw the bathroom door was open. This wasn't exactly surprising, as this was how she had left it when she left the room this morning. However, what caught her attention was the two, fresh, fluffy towels that room service had left for her that were hanging on the door.
Naomi stared longingly at them for a few seconds before squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head away. No. She promised herself she would try and kick this habit...But she couldn't help but keep peeking at the two comfy, soft looking pieces of cloth across from her. Eventually, Naomi caved. She NEEDED this right now.

Hopping out of bed and drying her leftover tears, the little blonde stripped down until she was naked as the day she was born, tossing her closes out of the bedroom and onto the couch outside before walking over to the bathroom and slowly taking the two towels off the rack. Taking a moment to admire them, she brought the material up to her face and rubbed it against her cheek. These would feel amazing to wear.

Returning to the bed, Naomi set Dusty off to the side while she laid the two towels down on the bed. The first one was folded into itself in the middle, making an almost 'I' shape. She folded up the second one over itself over and over again until it was a thick line that would fit snugly down the center of the 'I' towel. Once that was said and done; the naked woman briskly walked to her suitcase, reaching inside the small compartment inside and pulling out two very large safety pins.

Giddy with anticipation; she laid down on the bed on top of her towel formation, her bottom near the top of the 'I's' center. The singer than slowly brought up the front of the towels up and over her crotch, sighing in bliss as she felt the thick cloth enveloping her. From there, she simply used the two safety pins to snugly pin the makeshift diaper into place; smiling and giggling to herself once she was done. Naomi knew she shouldn't like this so much...but even she didn't know why being in diapers relaxed her so much. This was her one secret that literally no one else knew.

In much better spirits now, rolled over onto her hands and knees and shook her Puffy bottom in the air. "My diapee..." Naomi giggled, turning her gaze back to dusty and hugging him close.
The next few minutes were a blur for the young woman, busy rolling around on the bed and playing with her bear to pay attention to anything else. If she had taken the time to peak out the window of the bedroom, maybe she would have seen Valerie's car pulling up to the hotel. If she hadn't been too busy giggling and baby-talking to Dusty, maybe she would have heard her manager enter the hotel room a minute later. Maybe if she hadn't been in such a rush to get diapered, she would have remembered that she had never locked her bedroom door.

Naomi was currently sitting up in bed, legs crossed in Indian-style her and her 'diaper' on full display as she hugged her stuffed animal. She was facing the door, so while she didn't hear the door open, she definitely saw a familiar face peeking through when she opened her eyes.

Her heart practically stopped, the color visibly draining from the blonde's face as she realized she had been caught by the person she LEAST wanted to find out about her guilty pleasure. Naomi was so shocked that even she didn't notice her bladder relaxing and a stream of pee flowing out into the towels pinned around her. Though the towels were fairly thick and absorbent, they weren't real diapers, and couldn't hold this much liquid without a pair of plastic pants; so the urine soon began to leak out of the leg holes and soak the bed around her.
She wanted to scream or cry out, but she couldn't even find the strength to vocalize anything. So instead, sitting there silent for a few seconds, her first instinct was to cry; and that's exactly what the singer did, bringing her hands up to her eyes and sobbing loudly.

(You're good at this. =3)

Valerie got to glance at the young woman for a few moments to let this shocking realization sink in. Here Naomi was, sitting on the bed, letting out nothing but baby babble as he hugged and played to her Dusty. The woman knew all about Dusty and how much it meant to Naomi, actually thinking it was a bit cute to think that a pop sensation had a prized possession in the form of a stuffed animal; a childhood friend. But she honestly didn't know what to feel about these other elements. She genuinely didn't know what to feel... just confusion. The girl was honest in sharing some details of her life with the woman, but Naomi never explained anything like this to her. It wasn't to say that the woman thought that this was disgusting and deplorable, but rather she was just surprised to see the growing pop star in such an infantile state.

Then, Valerie froze and looked on with panic as she locked eyes with Naomi. She immediately sensed the fear in her eyes and heard her gasp, followed by silence and a feeling of internal dread just from the way she was staring back at her. The woman couldn't say anything for the first few moments, but with this silence and moment becoming uneasy, she decided to speak... though still clearly in shock herself:
"Naomi... I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-"

While she was speaking, she was cut off by the sound of faint hissing as she watched the towels wrapped around the girl's crotch begin to discolor, then followed by the sheets themselves. The woman's eyes widened at this, being unable to help that sudden reaction from being spotted by Naomi. This, as well as being discovered, must have been the trigger to cause the girl to start crying.

Valerie watched for a few seconds as Naomi cried her eyes out. And as she heard this, the most pitiful and genuinely sad things she had ever heard, the woman frowned herself at what she had just done. It was irreversible now; she was in on the girl's secret fantasy. But as she watched on and thought about it, the worst possible thing she could do now was walk away. It would give the girl privacy... but after what she had just possibly seen on the television back at the Garden now coupled with being found out like this, it would completely break the girl and now ruin their relationship. Plus, more importantly... Valerie didn't want to upset the poor thing...

The woman said no more as she opened the door, stepped inside, and sat on the bed (though away from the urine-soaked portions). Then, she pulled the girl's torso in closer and began combing her fingers through her hair, the other arm wrapped around her upper back for a gentle back. "Sh... it's okay, honey... it's okay..." Valerie said softly, her fingers grazing through the girl's silky-smooth locks as she tried to give her reassurance. Her tone, while always friendly to the girl, was always speaking as just a casual friend to her, at the very most. A lot of other times, she sounded like a down-to-business manager letting Naomi know everything that needed to be done on her schedule. Now... it sounded very soothing, extremely caring... almost... motherly, in a way.