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The two hour car ride to her aunt's house proved to be too much for Ellie who had recently been struggling with embarrassing accidents in her pants. The ride to her aunts house was going smoothly until what started as a small cramp in her stomach, grew into something much much worse.
"Mom can we please stop, I really need to use the bathroom."
"No sweetie, I already told you. We are twenty minutes away, you can either hold it or just go in your pull-up. Situations like this is why you are wearing them again."
"No mom, I don't have to pee. My stomach hurts really bad..I don't know how much longer I can hold it."
"Ellie come on, I'm not going to stop when we are this close to your aunts house. Just hold it until we get there. Why is it that every time we go on a road trip it's you that has bathroom issues. I expect this kind of behavior from your five year old sister, not my 21 year old daughter!"
"Uggghhh finee but please hurry up..."
The final twenty minutes of the drive felt like an eternity, but finally they had arrived. Ellie immediately jumped out of the car and dashed towards the bathroom, she was in complete desperation mode after holding it for over an hour.
As she entered the bathroom and closed the door behind, she quickly lowered her shorts, bending her knees slightly in anticipation; but before she had time to turn around and lower her pull-up, the pressure became too much.
She groaned with tears in her eyes as a warm mush began uncontrollably sliding into the back of her pull-up. Ellie instinctively pressed both her hands on the back of her pullup but it was no help as the mess spread up the back of her pullup that was beginning to sag. Ellie felt humiliated as she squatted down like a toddler filling her diaper and cried feeling the warmth grow up the front and back of her pullup, it was nearly a blowout! She had zero control though. All she could do was cry until her stomach cramp fully emptied into her diaper. Ellie couldn't think of a worse way to kick off her week long vacation at her aunts house.
Three women compete in a game show where the penalties are humiliating, infantilizing, and possibly permanent.
When I first released this story, I let readers vote on what happened to the contestants in a series of polls, so thatâs why the structure is the way it is. All voting is now concluded!
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âWelcome everybody!â called a strong, male voice. âIâm Jacob, your host, and this is Babe or Billionaire, the game show where our contestants either walk away with more money than they could ever dream⌠or they say bye-bye to their big girl privileges forever!â
There were loud cheers and applause from the live studio audience as a spotlight lit up Jacobâs tall, well-built frame and ruggedly handsome features.
âBefore we start, let me fill you in on the rules! The contestants will compete in a game of rock, paper, scissors each round. The winners will gain points, and the one with the most points at the end of the game will win our fabulous cash prize! But when one (or more) of our girls loses, our game master behind the scenes will bring up a selection of delightful penalties that you the audience get to vote on!â
More shouts and woops echoed throughout the studio.
âNow letâs meet the contestants!â said Jacob, turning to face the three women who were each standing in front of a podium, suddenly illuminated by the stage lights. Jacob gestured towards the one on the left, a beautiful blonde woman in a short black dress that exposed her slender legs and gave particular focus to her generous chest.
âIsabelle here is a twenty-seven-year-old model, known for her saucy swimsuit sets and her demanding attitude during a shoot! She wants to win the prize money so she can attend the finest events and galas in the country and get the respect she deserves â and so she never has to do another nude set!â
The audience laughed and began catcalling and wolf-whistling.
Isabelle scowled at Jacobâs comments and surveyed the crowd with distaste. Sheâd happily have given them all the middle finger, but she knew it wasnât a good idea to piss off the audience in a game like this, so she forced a bright smile and blew a kiss at them instead.
Jacob moved on to the girl in the middle, a pretty, nervous-looking girl dressed in skinny jeans and a white crop-top that exposed her tummy.
âKimberly is a twenty-three-year-old law student. Sheâs the top of her class, and she hopes to use her prize money to start her own legal practice! That will make a nice change from relying on your boyfriend financially, wonât it Kimmy?â
The crowd cheered and roared again. Kimberly smiled at the audience, trying to conceal the way their eager, almost hungry expressions unsettled her. She felt a prickle of anger and shame at Jacobâs words as well. Her boyfriend was just helping her out! She couldnât stand the thought of people thinking she was some sort of trophy-girlfriend who couldnât get by without a man. It wasnât as though she was going to be dependent on Paul forever!
âAnd lastly, we have Eily!â Jacob continued, moving on to the third and final contestant, a slightly cold and serious looking woman dressed in a beige pantsuit, her dark hair tied up in a neat bun behind her head. âEily is a thirty-one-year-old businesswoman so devoted to her career that she staged a hostile takeover of her own now ex-husbandâs company! But thereâs always room for growth, and she wants to take her business to new heights with the prize money from todayâs game!â
The audience applauded and cheered again, and Eily was sure she could hear jeering mixed in as well. She nodded coolly at the crowd. She wasnât like those two little bimbos sharing the stage with her, and she was going to make sure the audience knew it. There werenât just men in the seats opposite them â there were a fair number of women too, and Eily was sure she could get them on side with her calm, professional demeanour. Eily knew how to deal with other women; they didnât like it when younger girls dressed and acted like ditzy little sluts.
âEach of them has been dosed with our special nanomachines,â Jacob went on, a smirk playing across his mouth, âand our tech boys behind the stage will be responsible for giving our little ladies their penalties â we can alter their outfits, their bodies, even their minds! And remember, the one with the most points at the end of the game will be allowed to remove three of her penalties, but the losers will be stuck with theirs for the rest of their lives⌠Now itâs time to play â Babe or Billionaire! The theme for tonightâs first penalty will be⌠Hairstyle!â
At once, the screens on the girlsâ podiums lit up, displaying a picture of a rock, a piece of paper, and a pair of scissors. All three women snuck glances at each other, but it was impossible to see what anyone else was selecting. With three pings, they made their decisions, and the fronts of their podiums lit up to reveal their choices to each other and the audience.
Kimberlyâs heart sank when she saw them. Sheâd chosen scissors, but both Isabelle and Eily had chosen rock. What exactly did a hairstyle penalty mean? Were they going to dye her hair a ridiculous colour or something?
âOoh, sorry Kimmy!â said Jacob, with faux pity in his voice. âBut it looks like youâre the loser of our first round! And that means youâll be getting a change in hairstyle. Rest assured, once your new hairstyle gets chosen, our nanites will make sure you can never style your hair any other way. Your hair will force itself into a predetermined look no matter how hard you try to alter it!â
âI... I⌠What?!â Kimberly squealed. She ran her hands through her long, luscious brown hair almost automatically, an anxious expression on her face. She felt a horrible wave of fear wash over her. What exactly had she got herself into? Was all that talk about nanomachines actually real? When sheâd looked over the contract, sheâd just assumed it was some stupid fake gimmick!
âLetâs see what the options are!â said Jacob, turning towards the large screen that faced half to the audience and half to the stage. âSo ladies and gentlemen, your choices are⌠Pigtails! Golden Curls! Or Baby Tuft! Oh dear, Kimmy. It looks like youâll be saying goodbye to that lovely long hair of yours one way or the other! Now everyone, vote on the tablets attached to your chairs and letâs decide what pretty Kimmyâs locks are going to be like from now on! Will she have a pair of adorable pigtails sticking out from either side of her head? A set of golden curls to make any toddler jealous? Or will she be left with some little tufts of baby hair on a mostly bald head? Vote now!â
âAnd the votes are in!â Jacob called happily, turning towards the giant screen again. âThe winner, by a considerable margin is⌠Pigtails! Congratulations, Kimmy! Youâre swapping that long, sophisticated hairdo for something a little more age appropriate. Youâre still a student, after all! Although unless you win tonightâs game, youâre going to be stuck with your new look long after you graduate⌠But Iâm sure youâre going to look absolutely adorable. Now letâs get those nanites to work!â
Kimberly squealed as she felt a sudden tingling all over her scalp. She reached up to clutch at her hair, only to feel it moving by itself, twisting out of her grip and rearranging itself into two pigtails high on either side of her head. The nanites were real! She shrieked and grabbed at the neon-pink hair bobbles that had suddenly materialised around her hair, holding it in its new shape, and tried to tug them off. But they wouldnât budge. All she managed to do was yank painfully on her hair, although not a strand left her head.
âWhat have you done to me?!â Kimberly cried.
âBring the mirror out!â Jacob called happily, and a couple of stage hands immediately rushed forwards holding a floor-length mirror, which they stood directly in front of Kimberly.
She stared at her reflection, aghast. She looked absurd. Her beautiful brown hair was tied up in a pair of scruffy pigtails that gave her the look of an oversized toddler. They werenât even symmetrical! She looked like a little girl whoâd had her hair hastily done up for her by her Mummy!
âBut⌠ButâŚâ she stammered, unable to take her eyes of her new hairstyle. âBut this canât be permanent! It canât!â
The audience tittered, and Jacob chuckled along with them. âYou did read the contract, didnât you Kimmy?â he smirked. âI wasnât joking earlier. This is what your hair will be like from now on, unless you win the game and choose it as one of your three penalties to remove.â
Kimberlyâs lower lip trembled, and she felt her tears welling up in her eyes. She didnât want to look like a stupid child for the rest of her life! She couldnât practise law like this! And what would her boyfriend say if she showed up back at their apartment looking like a giant six-year-old? He already teased her for being dependent on him! If she looked like a child, heâd never take her seriously again!
Isabelle was looking very nervous too, and even Eilyâs cold demeanour had slipped at a little at the sight of Kimberlyâs penalty. Both of them knew it could just have easily been them standing in front of their podiums with ludicrous toddler hairstyles.
The giant screen displayed the current scores:
Isabelle â 1
Kimberly â 0
Eily â 1
âWhat do you think of Kimmyâs new hairstyle, Isabelle? Jacob asked, and the swimsuit model looked frightened at having been addressed so suddenly. She quickly rearranged her features into an easy smile, however. She knew this was the kind of game where it paid to have the audience on side. She had to convince them to pick on the other girls and give her the penalties that werenât so bad.
âI love it!â she said, smirking nastily at the tearful Kimberly. âI think silly little pigtails suit her very well. Of course, nobodyâs ever going to think of her as an adult when sheâs got the same hairstyle as my two-year-old niece, but she sure is cute! Even if she does hate it!â
Many in the audience murmured and clapped in agreement. Kimberly only whimpered.
âAnd what do you think, Eily?â
Eily raised an eyebrow. âDonât be fooled by her little teary-eyed act, Jacob. Sheâs a twenty-three-year-old student. Sheâs probably used to having her hair up in a pair of little slut handlebars. This is just going to make her more popular with all the boys.â
The audience chuckled appreciatively, and Kimberly stared at Eily in shock. How dare she!
âOf course, a change in hairstyle is hardly the worst thing that can happen to you,â Jacob said, turning back to the crowd. âBut donât worry, thereâs going to be an awful lot more excitement for these ladies this evening â which brings us onto our next round! The theme for the penalties this time will be⌠Clothing!â
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and all three girls on stage felt their stomachs drop. What had they gotten themselves into? The screens on their podiums lit up once again with the images of rock, paper, or scissors.
Isabelle looked up and tried to catch one of the other womenâs eyes. Was there some way they could signal some sort of agreement? Would that even help, when it was just rock, paper, scissors? Was this really just a stupid game of chance when it had so much on the line?! Neither Kimberly nor Eily noticed her, however. They were already making their decisions. Isabelle looked down at her screen, a knot of anxiety in her stomach, and made hers.
The fronts of their podiums lit up, revealing their choices. Isabelle had chosen rock again, Kimberly had chosen paper, and Eily had chosen scissors.
The audience roared with pleasure, and Jacob laughed. âOh dear! A three-way tie! Sorry girls, but Iâm afraid that means you all lose this round. All three of you will be getting a brand-new theme for your outfits, and youâre going to find it utterly impossible to wear anything else. If you try to wear something that doesnât conform to your new clothing style, it will automatically morph on your body into something more suitable! Isnât that wonderful?â
Isabelle, Kimberly, and Eily all stared at him in horror.
âLetâs look at what the audienceâs options are shall we? Starting with Isabelle, the penalties are⌠Bibs And Bonnets! Or Adorable Slogans!
Isabelleâs felt sick. Bibs And Bonnets sounded like sheâd be dressed up like a baby! And Adorable Slogans⌠She thought of the clothes her niece used to wear, the ridiculous onesies with phrases like Mummyâs Little Stinker written on the front. Was that what that meant?! Either one of those penalties would ruin her modelling career! Theyâd ruin her whole life!
âFor Kimberly,â Jacob continued, âthe options are⌠Princess Obsessed! Or Toddler Style!â
Kimberly whimpered. It looked like either way she was getting something to match her new hairstyle, whether it was Disney princesses or dungarees. She was only two rounds in and sheâd already lost both. At this rate even if she won, sheâd still be stuck with a load of penalties! Who cares how much money she had if she couldnât even dress like an adult?!
âAnd for Eily,â Jacob went on, âitâs a choice between⌠Sexy Schoolgirl! Or Slutty Secretary!â
Eilyâs mouth fell open. Sexy Schoolgirl? Slutty Secretary? She was a CEO! She was a respectable adult woman! She didnât play dress-up like some kind of fetish pornstar! The idea of either of the options was enough to turn her stomach.
âWell there you have it, ladies and gentlemen,â Jacob said. âThose are your options! Now itâs time to vote on a new clothing style for all three of our lucky contestants!â
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âAnd thatâs it!â Jacob called. âVoting is done! Letâs see what kind of outfits our little ladies are going to be wearing from now on!â He turned to the giant screen that faced both stage and audience. âStarting with our favourite swimsuit model, it looks like Isabelle will be sporting some stylish Bibs and Bonnets from now on! Oh dear⌠I canât imagine those are going to match your sexy bikinis, are they sweetie?â
Isabelle felt a shiver of horror run down her spine. Then she gasped in shock as the shivers continued, spreading across her chest and around her head. As if from nowhere, fabric materialised around her neck and spread down over her breasts, forming a large, pale-pink bib that hid her generous cleavage from view. At the same time, the periphery of her vision was obscured with cloth as a knitted bonnet grew over her head like a hood over her luscious blonde hair, and snaked down two pieces of string that tied themselves securely beneath her chin.
The crowd cheered and applauded, while Isabelle stood behind her podium, her face contorted with distress. The stage hands who had brought out the mirror for Kimberly last round brought it out for her now, and Isabelle could only stare in shock and embarrassment at her new look. Her pink bib and bonnet clashed absurdly with her tight black dress. In only a few moments, she had gone from looking like a beautiful, stylish young woman to a ridiculous fusion of sexy model and adult baby. This couldnât be permanent!
With a sudden thrill of terror, Isabelleâs hands sprang to her new accessories, and she attempted to rip them off and hurl them away â but her hands wouldnât cooperate. The moment her fingers touched her bib and bonnet, they instantly became so weak and feeble that they couldnât even grasp the material. It was as if some part of her knew she was trying to take them off, and wouldnât let her! She let out a squeal of dismay, patting her hands uselessly against her new bib while Jacob joined in the audienceâs laugher and chuckled at her futile efforts.
âIâm afraid thatâs not going to work, darling,â he said patronisingly. âI meant what I said before. Your new clothing style is permanent, unless you win the game and remove the penalty. Youâll still be able to take them off to have a bath and things like that, but youâll find that whether itâs a bikini at the beach, lingerie in the bedroom, a sexy dress at the club, or even just casual lounging-about clothes, no outfit of yours will be complete without an adorable bib and bonnet to top it off.â
Isabelleâs hands fell limply to her sides, and she felt tears of anger and shame welling up in her eyes. Her lower lip trembled, but she held herself together. She wasnât going to give Jacob or the audience the satisfaction of seeing her bawl her eyes out. How dare they do this to her! But it was no matter⌠It was only one penalty after all. She could easily undo it once sheâd won!
âNow then, Iâd normally ask what Kimberly and Eily think of your cute little bonnet,â Jacob went on, grinning horribly as he turned to the other contestants, âbut theyâve got some new outfits of their own to be dealing with. Next up is Kimberly, our cute little wanna-be lawyer!â He looked back to the giant screen. âAnd it looks like the winning penalty isâŚ. Toddler Style! Congratulations, Kimmy! Your new look is going to go perfectly with those precious pigtails!â
Kimberly let out a whimper, and the changes began right away. Her white crop top lengthened to conceal her slim tummy, and her jeans expanded up the front of her body, looping straps over her shoulders, becoming a set of denim dungarees. Then colour burst into life on her chest as a large yellow duck appeared emblazoned on the front, and clipped to one of the strap-buttons of her new outfit, a bright pink pacifier materialised into being on the end of a chord.
Kimberly wailed as the stage hands moved the mirror in front of her, and she was able to take in her new appearance fully. She looked so stupid! It had only been two rounds and the game had already turned her into a dumb, pigtailed toddler dressed up in babyish overalls! There was no way anyone would trust her with legal matters dressed like this. Tears leaked down her cheeks and she sniffled pathetically, even while the audience clapped and screamed its approval. Her boyfriend was going to laugh himself silly when he saw her, she thought miserably. If he didnât just dump her. What guy would want to go out with a girl who always dressed like she was three years old?! Kimberly looked down at her feet and sobbed. Sheâd never be able to practise law looking like this!
âAwww, donât cry, Kimmy,â Jacob cooed condescendingly. âI think you look absolutely precious!â He laughed, then turned his attention to the giant screen once again. âAnd last but not least, our very own bitchy businesswoman, Eily! And it looks like sheâs going to be swapping that boring old pantsuit for a hot new uniform! The winning result is Sexy Schoolgirl!â
Eily gripped the podium to steady herself. She felt nauseous. This couldnât be happening⌠not to her! But when she looked down, she saw that her beige suit had already started to melt away. Her trousers disappeared from the ankles up, transforming into a scandalously short plaid miniskirt that barely reached her mid-thighs, and exposed her long, slender legs. Her suit jacket vanished entirely, as did her sensible bra, and her white shirt became semi-transparent as it rose up to reveal her well-toned stomach and tie itself in a knot just under her breasts. The outlines of her nipples were just about visible through the thin fabric. Her smart shoes became buckled high-heels that lifted her at least two extra inches off the ground, and her grey socks whitened and stretched up all the way above her knees, ending in a ring of frills and a pair of scarlet bows. To top it off, a stupidly short plaid tie materialised around her neck, hanging loosely between her breasts, and when the stage hands brought the mirror out in front of her, she saw what looked like a small school crest just above her left breast. She peered at the reversed letters and made out the words, âBabygirl Academy of Bitchesâ.
Eily gritted her teeth furiously while the audience cheered, and promised herself that when she won the game, sheâd use a portion of the money to make sure everyone responsible for this was punished. She looked like a vapid college bimbo!
âVery nice, Eily!â Jacob called approvingly over the jeers and wolf-whistles of the crowd. âI wouldnât mind giving you a few remedial lessons, if you know what I meanâŚâ
Eily shot him a look of utter loathing, but he just chuckled and winked.
âWell then,â Jacob went on, âthereâs no use in wasting time! Letâs move on to the next round! An audience favourite, the penalties for the third round will be⌠Potty Training!â
The crowd cheered louder than they had done so far, and Isabelle, Kimberly, and Eily felt their hearts drop into their stomachs. Potty training?!
âYou know the drill, girls,â said Jacob, as the screens on their podiums came to life.
Kimberly was still sobbing quietly. She could barely see the screen through her tears, but what difference did it make? There was no strategy here! She made her choice with a trembling finger, praying that she couldnât lose this round as well. Even if she won the game, there were only two more penalties she could remove in addition to the ones she already had â any more than that and sheâd have to start prioritising. Did she want to dress like a toddler for the rest of her life, or just have the hairstyle of one? She hiccupped pathetically.
Isabelle and Eily made their choices too, and a moment later, the screens on the front of their podiums illuminated their choices.
Kimberly wailed, Isabelle let out a whimpering moan, and Eily sighed with relief. The businesswoman turned schoolgirl had chosen scissors. Both the other girls had chosen paper.
âUh-oh!â Jacob sang happily. âIt looks like weâve got two little ladies who might be saying bye-bye to pottying like big girls! Letâs see what the penalties are! Starting with Isabelle, we have⌠Always Wet! Or Totally Incontinent!â
âNo!â Isabelle shrieked, her eyes wide and terrified, but Jacob just shot her a smirk and carried on.
âAnd for Kimmy, the choices are⌠Pants-Wetter! Or Stuck In Training!â
Kimberly burst into a fit of hysterical tears.
âSo what will it be, ladies and gents?â Jacob asked. âWill Isabelle lose her bladder control and find herself unable to keep her diapers dry for more than a second, peeing them without fail the moment she ever changes into a new one? Or will she lose her potty training completely and end up totally diaper-dependent for the rest of her days? And what about Kimberly? Will she become a girl who frequently wets her pants, but whoâs too proud for pull-ups and constantly leaves little puddles on the floor? Or will she end up stuck in a state of perpetual potty training, never graduating out of training pants, forever dependent on a caregiver to take her to the toilet? Vote now!â
âVotingâs over, ladies and gentlemen!â Jacob shouted. âLetâs see the results! Starting with little Kimmy this time, the winning penalty is⌠Stuck In Training!â
Kimberly hadnât stopped crying since the options were announced, but now her sobbing seemed to double in intensity. The crowd roared its approval.
âThere, there, Kimmy,â Jacob cooed. âItâs not so bad. It just means youâre going to need a bit of help going potty from now on. More specifically, youâre going to find that your bladder and bowel control is roughly equivalent to that of a three-year-old in the middle of her toilet training, meaning that pull-ups are going to become a necessity. And more than that, youâll find yourself totally unable to use a toilet without a grown-up to take you, to hold your hand while you do your business, and wipe your clean afterwards. I hope you have someone special in mind!â
Kimberly wailed, imagining having to toddle up to her boyfriend with her hands pressed between her legs, hopping from foot to foot and begging him to help her tinkle. She could feel a funny tingling in her head and her nether regions as the changes took effect. Then, all of a sudden, she felt her panties beginning to thicken beneath her overalls â she couldnât see them, but she could tell by the bulk that her adult underwear had just turned into a pair of thick, puffy training pants.
âAnd moving on to baby Isabelle in her pretty bonnet, the winning penalty is⌠Totally Incontinent! Congratulations, Isabelle! Youâre going to be diaper-dependent!â
âNo!â Isabelle screamed, while the audience cheered loudly. She clutched at her bonnet-clad head in panic as she felt a tingling inside her skull, the nanomachines working to erase all her knowledge of how to go to the bathroom like a grown-up. Then she felt the tingling in her lower parts, and the thickening of her underwear, and with a girlish shriek of terror she bolted away from the podium, trying to make a run for it.
Jacob and the audience merely laughed as the two stage-hands from earlier caught her under the arms and dragged her back onto the stage, kicking and screaming.
âThatâs not going to work, silly girl,â Jacob chuckled. âThe nanomachines are inside you! They wonât stop working just because you run away! And I can assure you that the effects are quite permanent â unless of course you win tonightâs game and choose your incontinence as one of the penalties you want to reverse. So staying here and competing is the only way youâre not guaranteed to spend the rest of your life in stinky diapers, sweetie.â
Isabelle burst into tears, looking just as pathetic as Kimberly, but she knew Jacob was right. She could feel her panties, or what had once been her panties, bulging between her thighs, thick and crinkly, ready to contain all her babyish messes. She was wearing a nappy! And no sooner had she been dragged back to stand in front of her podium, Isabelle felt her bladder let go. She knew she ought to keep quiet, to not alert anyone else to what was happening, but as the stream of warm pee-pee gushed into her pants and soaked into her new padded underwear, she couldnât help herself.
âEwww!â she whined, hiccupping between her breaths and hopping awkwardly on the spot as if she was trying to jump away from the icky, wet feeling between her legs. âEw! Ew! EW! Make it stop! Please! I donât wanna be incontinent! I donât wanna wear diapers! EWWW!â
âAwww,â Jacob cooed. âDoes little Isabelle have a soggy nappy? This is just part of your life now, sweetie. Unless you win the game youâll just have to get used to it.â He walked up to the crying model and yanked up her dress, exposing the droopy diaper hanging between her thighs. He squeezed the front. âYou sure did lots of pee-pee, baby!â he said happily. âBut I think you can wait a little while longer for a change.â He turned back to the audience, grinning gleefully. âJust to remind everyone, the scores are as follows!â he called out, gesturing to the giant screen that was displaying their points:
Isabelle â 1
Kimberly â 0
Eily â 2
âAnd a quick refresher on the rules: the lady with the most points at the end of the game â thatâs after all nine rounds â will win our fabulous cash prize, and get the opportunity to remove three of her penalties!â
Kimberly couldnât stop sniffling pathetically. Sheâd lost all three of the rounds so far â now if she wanted to get out of this without any permanent changes, sheâd have to win every single round that followed!
âEily,â Jacob said suddenly, turning to the third woman on the stage, âalthough youâve had a bit of a downgrade in the outfit department, youâre doing pretty well! How do you feel about Kimmy and Isabelleâs penalties?â
The truth was that Eily felt nothing but relief at not having ended up in nappies herself, but she knew she ought to press her advantage while the other girls were too busy crying like babies.
âI think theyâre perfect,â she said, and she realised that she wasnât even lying. âI think ending up in diapers for the rest of her life is exactly what someone as arrogant as Isabelle needs. Sheâs going to find it pretty hard to strut her stuff in a skimpy bikini now sheâs not even potty trained, not to mention how ridiculous her bib and bonnet make her look.â Eily felt herself redden slightly as she thought about how absurd it was for her to be criticising another womanâs outfit when she herself was dressed up like a ditzy bimbo in a schoolgirl outfit, but she quickly pressed on. âAnd I told everyone before not to fall for Kimberlyâs innocent act â sheâs a college slut whoâd steal your boyfriend in a second, and all the ladies out there should be relieved sheâll be too busy begging people to take her to the toilet to be thinking about seducing anyone.â
Kimberly and Isabelle shot her looks of fury through their tears, but Eily ignored them. She didnât need them on her side. It was the audience she had to work on, and they were cheering and laughing along in agreement.
Jacob laughed as well, apparently delighted by her nastiness. âWell, thank you for your comments, Eily! But if you ask me, youâre just pleased Kimberly and Isabelle are off the playing field so all the fucking and sucking will be left for you â why else would you dress like such a whore?â He smirked at her, and Eily gritted her teeth in anger. That bastard!
âBut weâve spent too much time talking! Itâs time to move onto the fourth round. The theme this time is⌠Voice! So letâs see whoâll be learning to talk in a whole new way, shall we? Girls, you know what to do.â
The screens on their podiums light up, and Isabelle, Kimberly, and Eily made their choices. There were a few seconds of tense silence, and then the symbolâs theyâd selected appeared on the front of their podiums for everyone to see. All three women felt their stomachs drop. Isabelle had chosen paper, Kimberly had chosen rock, and Eily had chosen scissors.
âOoh, sorry girls,â Jacob said, not looking sorry at all, âbut that means itâs another triple loss!â The crowd roared with pleasure. âLetâs see what penalties weâve got in store for the three of you this time, shall we? Starting with Eily, the penalties for everyoneâs favourite sexy schoolgirl are⌠Sweet and Innocent! Or Dirty Talk!â
Eily cringed. It was bad enough that she was dressed up as a slutty schoolgirl â would she have to talk like one as well? It seemed like her choices were to speak with the ridiculous voice of a chaste little girl, to contrast her skanky outfit, or to lean into the theme even more and end up sounding like sound sex-crazed fucktoy. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of either. What was the point of getting the audience on side if all her options were going to be terrible?!
âAnd for our resident diaper-dependent baby-woman,â Jacob continued, âthe choices are⌠Childish Vocabulary! Or Baby Babble!â
Isabelle felt her heart sink even further. The game was trying to turn her into some kind of babyish freak!
âAnd for the cutest adult toddler on stage,â Jacob went on, flashing a wink at Kimberly, âthe options are⌠Cute Lisp! Or Always Rhyming!â
Kimberlyâs kip trembled, but she supposed the options werenât as bad as what the other two had. Still, she couldnât decide which was worse. Always Rhyming sounded like sheâd be forced to speak in stupid rhymes whenever she spoke! The very idea of it made her face redden. But was talking with a dumb, babyish lisp really any better?
âCast your votes everyone!â Jacob called, âLetâs see just how adorable we can make our three little ladies!â
âAnd the results are in!â Jacob announced happily. âLetâs see whatâs going to happen to the voices of these three little cuties! Up first is Eily! The penalty for our sexy schoolgirl will be⌠Sweet and Innocent!â
Eily gasped as she felt a tingling inside her skull. âNo!â she squealed, and her commanding, sneering tone had already changed. Her voice was now high-pitched and little-girlish. âPretty please donât make me sweet and innocent! Oh gosh, that would be awful!â
For a moment she just stood there, her expression frozen, but then she clapped her hand over her mouth and blushed to the roots of her hair.
The audience laughed, and Eily felt herself shaking with anger. They were treating her like a joke!
âPlease donât laugh at me!â she whined. âI promise Iâm a good little girl!â Her mouth dropped open in horror. That wasnât what sheâd tried to say at all! Sheâd tried to shout, to yell at them to stop laughing, to insist that she was a serious businesswoman! What had these bastards done to her?!
She rounded on Jacob, but he just smirked at her. âI think your new voice suits you, Eily,â he said. âAlthough Iâm not sure I believe youâre a âgood little girlâ. That skimpy little outfit of yours says otherwise!â Eily was still trembling with fury, but there was nothing she could do. She had no way to express herself except to scowl. She just had to win this competition and get back to normal! She had to! Nobody would ever take her seriously again if she ended up stuck like this! Her subordinates would laugh themselves stupid!
âAnd moving on,â Jacob called, turning back to the crowd with a grin, âthe penalty for little miss pee-pee pants will be⌠Childish Vocabulary!â
Isabelleâs lip trembled. Little miss pee-pee pants? Her soggy nappy squelched between her thighs as she squirmed on the spot, and she shivered in disgust. But at least Baby Babble hadnât one, she thought miserably. Although the prospect of speaking like a little girl for the rest of her days was still enough to send a thrill of horror down her spine. She felt the tingling inside her head again as the changes took effect. Just how childish did it mean?
The audience were cheering again. Cheering and laughing at her punishment, at her new nickname. Isabelle felt her anger rising. Who cared what the crowd thought of her? It didnât even matter anyway when the penalties were all as bad as each other!
âStop laughing you stupid poo-poo heads!â she shouted, and then she turned as bright red as Eily. The crowdâs laughter seemed to double in intensity. âNooo!â Isabelle wailed. âEveryoneâs gonna think Iâm a big dumb-dumb baby if I talk like this!â
âYes, they certainly will,â Jacob agreed happily. âBut itâs only fitting. Youâre not even potty trained, Isabelle! Arenât you supposed to be twenty-seven? What does that make you if not a âbig dumb-dumb babyâ?â he mocked.
Isabelle seethed with anger, but Jacob was already moving on.
âAnd lastly,â he said, âthe penalty for the cutest little tot on stage will be⌠Cute Lisp! Congratulations, Kimberly! And congratulations to all you girls! It seems like all three of you are going to sound absolutely adorable from now on!â
Kimberly too felt the strange tingling inside her brain as the nanomachines did their work. âA withp?!â she squealed, blushing as hard as either of the other girls as the crowdâs laughter crashed over her. She couldnât even say it right! How would anyone be able to understand her?! âNo!â she shrieked. âI donât wike thith! I thound tho thtupid!â How could she ever become a lawyer with this ridiculous lisping voice? She imagined herself striding around the courtroom, trying to look serious. My cwient ith innothent! Nobody would hire someone like that! But that meant sheâd have to keep her stupid pigtails for the rest of her life! Because there was no way sheâd be keeping toddler clothes and training pants. And that was still assuming she won every single round to come! Kimberly felt an icy coldness creeping over her as she realised she may well be facing a life of pissy pull-ups and utter dependence on her loving but domineering boyfriend to take care of her. She couldnât think of anything more demeaning!
But then she felt a sudden pressure in her bladder, a pressure that became almost uncontrollable as soon as it had appeared. Kimberly let out a squeak of surprise, and her hands shot to her crotch at once, pressing down on the front of her pull-ups through her overalls.
âWhatâs the matter, Kimmy?â Jacob asked lightly, but there was a knowing smile on his face. The audience were beginning to titter and cheer as well.
âI gotta⌠I need toâŚâ Kimberly looked up into his face desperately. She had to go to the bathroom now! âPweathe!â she begged, âI weally need to pee!â
Jacob chuckled and snapped his fingers, and Kimberly turned in time to see one of the stagehands hurrying out from backstage with a pink, plastic training potty in his hands.
âNo!â Kimberly shouted at once, watching as the stagehand deposited the toddlerâs potty right in the middle of the stage, facing the audience. âI want⌠I want a toilet!â
Jacob just chuckled again. âYouâre far too little for toilets, Kimmy!â he said with delight. âPotties are much more suitable for little girls who still need pull-ups!â
Kimberly wanted to retort, but at that moment she was a spasm from her bladder, and she felt a tiny squirt of pee enter her training pants. She bit her lip and whined. She didnât have a choice! She tottered forwards awkwardly, her hands still pressed against her crotch. Was she really going to use a training potty in front of everyone in the audience? In front of everyone watching at home?!
But when she reached the little plastic seat, she realised that her head was blank. She looked down at the potty in confusion. What did she have to do next?
âWhatâs the matter, Kimmy?â Jacob taunted. âDonât you need to do a wee-wee?â
âI donât⌠I donâtâŚâ Kimberly searched through her mind frantically. âI donât know how!â She squirmed on the spot. It was getting harder and harder to hold in her pee. There was another spasm in her bladder, and another trickle of pee-pee into her padded pants. What did she have to do?! Did she wear the potty like a hat? She picked up the plastic thing and placed it upside down on her head. Was this right?
The crowd roared with laughter, and Kimberly wished she could sink into the floor and disappear. But more than anything she wished she knew how to use the potty!
âPweathe!â she begged in her lisping baby voice as she clutched between her legs and hopped from foot to foot in a ridiculous potty dance, the plastic potty sitting atop her pigtailed head completing the look, making her appear utterly absurd. âPweathe help me go pee!â
With tears of laughter in his eyes, Jacob stepped forward and lifted the potty off Kimberlyâs head. âLet me help, sweetheart,â he said kindly, but there was a note of mocking condescension in his voice. He unhooked the straps of her overalls and pulled them expertly down her body, exposing her slender legs and the puffy pair of pull-ups wrapped around her bottom.
He tutted as he probed the front of her training pants with his fingers. âUh-oh!â he announced. âIt looks like someoneâs already had a wittle accident! Some of your flowers have faded, Kimmy!â
Tears were falling down Kimberlyâs cheeks now. âPweathe!â she sobbed. There was yet another spurt of pee into her pull-ups, stronger this time. âI gotta go! I canât howd it!â
âAlright then, Kimmy,â said Jacob gently, and he tugged her training pants down her legs to pool at her ankles with her overalls, and he lowered her bottom quickly onto the pink potty seat beneath her. At once, Kimberly let out a loud sigh of relief, and the sound, picked up by Jacobâs microphone, of tinkling liquid filled the hall.
The crowd continued to laugh and cheer while Kimberly did her tinkles on a plastic potty like a toddler. Isabelle and Eily watched with queasy expressions on their faces. Even in her icky wet diapers, Isabelle was glad she wasnât in Kimberlyâs place.
When the trickling finally came to a stop, Kimberly burst into tears as the full weight of what had just happened hit her. Jacob helped her to her feet, cooing softly at her and pulling her slightly wet training pants back up her legs and into place. He redressed her in her childish overalls and led her, still sobbing, back to her place behind her podium.
âThere, there, Kimmy,â he cooed, patting the crying young womanâs bottom. âYou were such a big girl for going pee-pee on the potty! And only a little bit of tinkle in your pull-ups! Iâm sure your Daddy will be very proud of you.â He turned back to the audience. âSorry about that interruption, folks!â he said. âBut when youâve gotta go, youâve gotta go! But why donât we move on to the fifth round? The theme of the penalties this round will be⌠Habits! Thatâs quite a wide category of embarrassingly babyish little traits our ladies could end up with! Now, are you ready girls? Itâs time to play⌠Babe! Or! Billionaire!â
The three women made their choices, and a moment later they lit up on the front of their podiums. Kimberly drew a shaky breath of relief when she saw the results â sheâd chosen rock again, and both the other girls had chosen scissors. Her first success!
Eily clenched her jaw tightly. What kind of âhabitsâ did these freaks have in mind?
Isabelle gulped, and with a nasty jolt in her stomach, she realised this was her fourth penalty, meaning she was going to be stuck with one of her alterations forever, even after she won the competition. She felt sick to her stomach. Which one would she keep? She had to get rid of the diapers. The yucky, pissy thing felt horrible drooping between her legs. But she couldnât be stuck wearing ridiculous bibs and bonnets permanently either! Would she have to be stuck with the vocabulary of a dumb toddler for the rest of her days? Isabelle squeezed her eyes shut. She could only pray that her new habit wasnât too badâŚ
âAnd the options for Isabelle,â Jacob called, âare⌠Little Nudist! Or Babyish Expressions!â
Isabelle felt her chest tighten, and tears sprang to her eyes. Little Nudist sounded like sheâd be ending up naked a lot, and preventing that was one of the reasons sheâd come on this stupid show in the first place! But Babyish Expressions sounded awful as well!
âAnd the options for Eily,â Jacob continued, âare⌠Oral Fixation! Or I Love My Teddy!â
Eily cringed. She had a good idea what the game meant by Oral Fixation, and I Love My Teddy seemed like it would make her carry around a stuffed animal like some stupid, anxious little girl. She couldnât decide which would be worse.
âSo what will it be?â Jacob asked the audience. âWill the woman who never wants to do another nude photo-shoot end up with a compulsion to strip off all her clothes and run around with her bare bottom and boobies out? Or will she find her beautiful face making babyish expressions on a regular basis â pouting when sheâs grumpy, grinning dimly whenever sheâs happy, and scrunching up cutely whenever she fills her nappy? And what about everyoneâs favourite slutty schoolgirl? Will she develop the urge to have something between her pretty lips to suck on at all times? Or will she be stuck carrying around an adorable little friend to talk to and play with wherever she goes? Vote now!â
âThatâs it for voting this round!â Jacob called out. âLetâs see the results!â He turned to face the giant screen. âFor Isabelle, the winning penalty is⌠Babyish Expressions! Congratulations, Izzy! Iâm sure youâre going to look adorable!â
Isabelle felt the now-familiar tingling in her head as the nanites did their work, and only a few moments later, the results became clear. An exaggerated-looking frown appeared on her beautiful face, and her bottom lip jutted out in a childish pout.
âNo!â she whined, as the mirror was brought out from behind stage and stood in front of her. âI look like such a stupid-head!â She tried to control her facial muscles, to settle her absurdly babyish expression into something more mature, but all she managed to do was scrunch up her face even more, like she was a toddler on the verge of throwing a tantrum. Combined with the frilly bonnet that framed her face and the bonnet that covered her cleavage, she looked completely ridiculous.
âAwww,â Jacob cooed tauntingly, âyouâve got such a cute grumpy-face, Izzy! Itâll be worth teasing you just to see that precious little pout of yours!â
Isabelle just whimpered in reply. What was she going to do?! Even if she won, sheâd be stuck with one of her penalties forever! Why on Earth had she agreed to come on this stupid show?
âMoving on to Eily,â Jacob said, âthe winning penalty is⌠Oral Fixation! A very fitting choice for our faux-innocent little minx!â
Eily felt her head beginning to tingle. She shifted uncomfortably in her skimpy little schoolgirl outfit. It felt so horrible, so invasive, knowing there were machines fiddling about inside her head, changing her behaviours.
âItâs almost a shame we wonât be hearing that innocent little voice so much, Eily,â Jacob went on, âbut I think youâll be far too busy putting those plump lips of yours to good use.â
Eily scowled at him furiously and opened her mouth â forgetting momentarily that her new voice would pass whatever insults she tried to use though a pathetic little-girly filter â but before any words could come out, she suddenly felt a strange emptiness between her lips. Her chest seemed to tighten with anxiety. All she could think about what how empty she felt. A hole waiting to be filled. And before she even knew what she was doing, the businesswoman had shoved her thumb into her mouth and begun sucking on it eagerly.
The audience cheered and wolf-whistled as Eilyâs thumb started sliding wetly in and out of her mouth. Eily felt her face turning bright red. She wanted to stop, but it was as though her thumb was being pulled into her mouth like a magnet, and the more the audience laughed and jeered, the more her anxiety built, and the more her anxiety built, the more desperately she wanted something between her lips.
âYou look very cute, Eily,â said Jacob, âalthough I would have thought you were a little old to still be sucking your thumb. But you just donât feel right without something shoved between those lovely red cockwrappers of yours, do you?â
âNo, Sir,â Eily said demurely, her words barely audible around her thumb. Fuck you, she thought inside her head. Fuck this evil game! When she won she was going to sue the pants off all of them!
âGood girl,â said Jacob with a wink. He turned back to the audience. âRemember everyone!â he called, gesturing towards the giant screen. âThese are the points as they stand thus far â every round the girls win, or rather donât lose, earns them a point. And there are only five more rounds to go!â
The screen displayed their scores:
Isabelle â 1
Kimberly â 1
Eily â 2
âNow, letâs move on to the sixth round, shall we?â Jacob grinned. âThe theme for this round-â
But he was suddenly cut off by a gasp from Isabelle. All eyes turned to the bonnet and bib-clad young woman as one hand shot to her lower belly and the other to her bottom. There was a moment of silence, and then the gorgeous swimsuit model let out a loud, involuntary grunt. Her beautiful face scrunched up, her knees wobbled and bent, and Isabelle started helplessly loading her nappy in front of all of them.
The crowd burst into laughter while Isabelle continued to grunt and strain, her crimson face screwed up, as if in concentration, as she pooped her pants in front of the whole studio audience and the millions of people watching at home.
âNoooo!â Isabelle wailed, breaking down into hysterical tears as she finished filling her diapers. âI made a stinky!â she sobbed. âI donât wanna be incon⌠incon⌠I wanna be potty trained again! I donât wanna make yuck-yuck in my pants! Waaaaah!â
Kimberly and Eily watched with nauseous expressions on their faces as their fellow contestant messed herself like a baby, knowing it could easily have been them in her place.
âThere, there, darling,â Jacob cooed gently, walking over to stroke Isabelle reassuringly on her back. âItâs okay. Thatâs what your nappies are for, sweetheart.â
Isabelle just cried incoherently, and Jacob, grinning broadly, lifted up the back of her tight black dress to expose her sagging nappy to the cameras. Then he hooked a finger into the waistband and pulled it out to peek instead.
âOh wow, you really had to go, didnât you Izzy?â he asked, chuckling. âArenât you glad we put you in Pampers? You would have made such a big mess otherwise!â He let the waistband of her diapers snap back into place. âBut I think you can wait a little while for a change. Since youâre incontinent now, youâll have to get used to squishing around in stinky pants, and weâve got to move onto the sixth round!â He walked back into the center of the stage with a horrible look of sadistic satisfaction on his face. âFittingly, the theme for this round will be⌠Nappies! Now of course, two of our contestants already have padded bottoms, but that doesnât mean we canât get a little creative! Letâs get going, girls! Itâs time for Babe! Or! Billionaire!â
Eily frowned nervously, her thumb bobbing away in her mouth. What would losing this round mean for her? She wasnât stuck in potty training like that brat Kimberly, nor was she a disgusting little incontinent pants-pooper like Isabelle. Did that mean she was safe?
The rock, paper, and scissor icons appeared on the screens on the backs of the girlsâ podiums, and the three women made their choices, Isabelle barely able to see what she was selecting through her tears.
A moment later, their choices appeared on the front of their podiums for all to see. Eily felt an icy coldness spreading through her body at once. Sheâd chosen paper, and both other girls had chosen scissors. Kimberly and Isabelle sighed with relief, but Eily looked up at Jacob with fear in her eyes. If she hadnât lost the potty training round, surely this one wouldnât affect her, right?
âUh-oh!â said Jacob happily. âI guess itâs back to nappies for you too, Eily! Letâs seeâŚâ He turned to the giant screen. âThe choices for Eilyâs new underwear are⌠Cloth Nappies! Or⌠Disposable Diapers! And for the third option⌠Training Pants!â
Eily mumbled something urgently behind her thumb. Then she yanked the drooly digit out of her mouth, blushing hotly. âBut Sir!â she shrieked girlishly, âI donât need to wear them!â She didnât even have time to feel humiliated at how sheâd automatically addressed him.
Jacob just chuckled. âYou donât understand, silly,â he said condescendingly. âThat doesnât matter. Youâre going to wear nappies from now on. This is just to decide what kind.â
âBut we already had the potty-training round!â Eily squealed.
âYouâre still not understanding, sweetheart,â Jacob said, smiling sinisterly. âThis isnât about your potty-training level. Youâll still be completely continent after the audience makes its decision. You just wonât be able to use the toilet. Youâll be able to hold it as long as you like, of course, but sooner or later youâll be going in your pants. I imagine youâll lose your potty training over time anyway, but it will be by a more natural method. No nanites needed!â
He turned back to the crowd. âSo which is it going to be for our favourite schoolgirl slash businesswoman?â he asked them, grinning broadly. âThick cloth nappies with oversized safety pins? Cute packs of pull-ups in her underwear drawer? Or crinkly disposables to fill her diaper pail with? Vote now!â
âAnd votingâs over!â Jacob announced, turning to look towards the giant screen facing the audience and the stage. âThe result, by a considerable margin, is⌠Disposable Diapers! Congratulations, Eily! Youâre going back to Pampers!â
Eily let out a shriek of horror, but the changes were already coming into effect. Her underwear alone had been unaltered by the nanomachines when her business suit had been turned into a skanky schoolgirl outfit, but now something far worse was happening to her panties. She could feel them thickening, bulging out between her legs, pushing her thighs apart, taking on a plasticky texture that crinkled noisily as they grew. Eily could do nothing but look down wide-eyed, her thumb jammed fearfully between her lips, as her undies transformed into an enormous disposable nappy, complete with a pattern of little teddies and blocks and rattles, just like the horrible thing hanging off Isabelleâs ass.
The audience cheered ecstatically when Eilyâs diaper expanded below the hem of her tiny miniskirt, leaving at least two inches of puffy white padding totally exposed. Eily herself just sucked her thumb frantically, on the verge of hyperventilating.
âNow,â said Jacob slowly, âIâll explain it again, since youâre just a ditzy little schoolgirl, Eily. Youâre not incontinent. The nanites havenât altered your bladder or bowel control in any way. But youâll never use a toilet again. Not even a potty. Just like with your cute little uniform, youâll find yourself totally unable to wear anything except a thick disposable diaper on your bottom, and the only way youâll be able to take it off to swap it for a new one is when itâs soaked to the point of leaking or thereâs a yucky mess in the back. Just like Izzy!â He walked over and jostled the seat of Isabelleâs loaded baby pants through her sexy black dress. Isabelle whimpered.
Eily sniffled. Her lower lip wobbled around her thumb. Then the tough, ice-queen businesswoman started to cry.
There was a chorus of âawwwsâ from the crowd, and Jacob stepped over to pull Eily into a sympathetic cuddle, although it was ruined somewhat by the way he turned his head and winked at the audience.
âPwease,â Eily begged in her silly little girl voice, burying her face in Jacobâs shirt, gasping and hiccupping between her tears. âI donât⌠wanna be⌠a freak!â She hated herself for breaking down like this, for showing vulnerability. She knew it must have something to do with the changes the nanomachines had made to her voice, to her whole way of communicating, but that thought did nothing to comfort her â especially since she knew sheâd be stuck this way unless she won the competition. And now she had another thing to get rid of. A huge, babyish diaper wrapped around her butt. The thought of having to use it made her feel sick to her stomach. She could just imagine her husband laughing his ass off at the sight of her.
âThere, there, baby,â Jacob cooed, a hint of mockery still present in his tone. âYouâre not a freak. I promise.â He pulled out of the cuddle and looked her in the eyes. âYouâre a very cute little slut, even in nappies.â
Eily wanted to spit in his face. Instead she heard herself say, with a desperate childish eagerness, âWeally?!â
Everyone laughed. Jacob chuckled and tussled her hair. Then he turned back to the audience. âWell, weâre almost ready to move on to the next round, but there is one little thing we have to do first.â He turned to grin at Isabelle. âI think someone needs a diapee change!â
At once, a pair of stagehands rushed out and laid down a large plastic changing mat, right in the middle of the stage.
âNooo!â Isabelle protested in a whiny voice. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and against her will, her face screwed up into the âgrumpy-faceâ Jacob had taunted her for earlier. âI donât wanna!â
âYou canât run around in your smelly pants all day, little one,â Jacob teased, âno matter how much you may want to.â
âI wanna get changed!â Isabelle insisted angrily through her tears, âBut not in fwont of evewyone! I donât want evewyone to think Iâm a big, dumb baby!â
âBut you are a big, dumb baby, Izzy,â said Jacob patiently. âJust a big, dumb baby in a bonnet, a bib, and a stinky diaper. And unless you win the game, thatâs all youâll ever be. So youâd better get used to having your icky nappies changed in public, sweetie.â
Isabelle cried even harder as Jacob hoisted up her dress, exposing her soiled nappy, and lowered her gently onto the changing mat.
âGood girl,â he cooed, getting to work undoing the tapes on her adult-sized Huggies. âThatâs a good baby.â
Although she was partially obscured from view by Jacobâs kneeling form, the audience cheered when Isabelleâs long, slender legs were lifted into the air, and they knew the swimsuit model was bottom-up like a baby for her diaper change.
Isabelle sobbed, but Jacob reached out to tickle her tummy, eliciting an involuntary gurgling giggle from the tearful woman.
âYouâre being so good for Daddy, baby,â Jacob crooned as he wiped Isabelleâs messy bottom with a pack of baby wipes. âIâll have you back in a nice, clean nappy in no time. I wonder how long it will be until you make it all yucky again!â
Isabelle wailed and covered her face with her hands, but Jacob was having the time of his life. âP-U!â he exclaimed, wrapping up Isabelleâs diaper and dumping it beside him. âWhat a little stinker you are, Izzy! Itâs a good thing youâre pretty. Can you lift your bottom for me again, baby? I need to slip your clean nappy under that sexy little tushy of yours⌠Thatâs a good girl! There we are. Now youâre nice and comfy, and our floors are safe from all your icky little accidents. Win win!â
The audience clapped and cheered as Jacob pulled Isabelle to her feet. The woman was still hiding her scarlet face with her hands.
âBack behind your podium now, babykins,â Jacob said, delivering a hard swat to Isabelleâs padded rear. âAnd letâs begin the seventh round!â
Isabelle toddled back behind her podium, refusing to look up and make eye contact with anyone. As she did so, the giant screen flashed their current scores:
Isabelle - 2
Kimberly - 2
Eily â 2
âAs you can see, we currently have a three way tie!â Jacob announced. âThat means itâs anyoneâs game! All three ladies are still in the running â although by this point, theyâve each managed to get four penalties, which means that even if they win, theyâll be stuck forever with at least one of the alterations theyâve been given thus far! So have a think, girls! If you win, which penalty are you going to keep?â
Eily sucked her thumb furiously. There was no way she was going to be stuck in fucking nappies for the rest of her life, forced to deliberately shit in her own pants like some kind of overgrown baby freak. But she couldnât spend the rest of her days dressing like a schoolgirl either. And the idea of sucking her thumb or speaking like a sweet, innocent little girl forever were both enough to turn her stomach as well.
Isabelle cringed. Sheâd definitely be getting her potty training back, that was for sure. And sheâd be getting rid of the absurd bonnet and bib too. But what next? She couldnât go around talking in a dumb baby voice forever. She pouted stupidly. Sheâd have to be stuck making silly baby expressions for the rest of her life!
Kimberly shifted anxiously in her slightly wet pull-ups. Which penalty would she keep? Being sent back to potty training was certainly the worst one by far. She supposed it wouldnât be so bad to have a pair of scruffy, babyish pigtails permanently. Or even to dress in dumb toddler-style overalls. And her lisp was a fairly tame punishment too. The idea of being stuck with any one of these at the beginning of the night would have been utterly horrifying, but compared to the kinds of penalties the other women had experienced, and the ones that could be yet to come, she realised now that they werenât so terrible. Still, theyâd be enough to make her a laughingstock in the legal career she wanted to pursue. But if she could just win the game, the amount of money she could make would make that bearable.
âAlright girls, letâs begin!â Jacob shouted. âYou know the drill! The theme for this round will be⌠Body Modification!â
Their podiums lit up, and, with deep steading breaths, the three women made their decisions, all feeling sick at the thought of what body modifications the stupid game show might have in store for them. An instant later, their choices were revealed. Kimberly let out another sigh of relief. Sheâd got through another round. But Eily and Isabelle both squealed âNo!â in unison. Kimberly had chosen paper, and both Eily and Isabelle had selected rock.
âCongratulations, girls!â Jacob called, while the audience applauded enthusiastically. âI canât wait to find out how your bodies will be changing! Letâs see the penalties. For Eily, the options are⌠âBimbo Boobs! Or⌠Bubble Butt!â He laughed. âIâm sensing a theme here!â
Eily nearly started crying again. The game master was trying to turn her into a babyish bimbo hooker! No matter what the outcome, sheâd end up looking like a cheap skank!
âAnd for Isabelle,â Jacob continued, âthe choices are⌠Embarrassing Tattoos! Or⌠Flat Chested!â
Isabelle gasped and clutched at her sizeable breasts. She couldnât lose them! But the thought of what tattoos might end up permanently branded onto her body made her feel dizzy with fear.
âSo what will it be, ladies and gentlemen?â Jacob asked, turning to the crowd. âWill our little businesswoman get a ridiculous pair of stripper tits to show off with her schoolgirl uniform? Or will she have a cute bubble butt to hide under her diapers? And what about everyoneâs favourite swimsuit model? Will she get a selection of adorable tattoos? Or will she be saying bye-bye forever to those breasts sheâs so proud of? Vote now!â
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âVotingâs done for this round,â Jacob announced. âLetâs see the results! Starting with Eily, the winning penalty is⌠Bubble Butt!â
Eily gasped as she felt a sudden tingling in her rear. The audience cheered, and she heard several catcalls too as her bum began to swell and tighten. She was too shocked to even protest as Jacob pulled her out from behind her podium, spun her around, and flipped up the back of her tiny skirt to expose her Pampered bottom. Her flat ass didnât stay that way for long â soon her huge adult nappy was straining to contain a round bubble butt. Eily looked over her shoulder and down at her rear with her mouth hanging open. She now had a bottom that made Isabelleâs look positively plain by comparison â or at least she would have had if it wasnât for the absurd diaper wrapped around it, clashing ridiculously with her new highly-feminine rump. She looked like a fetish pornstar!
âExcellent!â Jacob said happily, delivering a couple of swats to what little of Eilyâs tushy wasnât covered by her nappy and making it jiggle. âThatâs better. More fitting for a sexy schoolgirl like you, wouldnât you agree Eily? Do you like your new patootie?â
Eily seethed internally. âNo, mister,â she heard herself say politely.
âNo?â Jacob asked in mock surprise. âAre you sure, sweetie? Because I think it makes you look like a total whore.â
Eily wished she could claw out his eyes. She could hear the audience tittering in the background. âDatâs not vewy nice,â she pouted.
âSure it is, silly girl,â Jacob corrected her, slowly and patronisingly. âIâm telling you I think you have a very sexy bottom. Isnât that a nice thing to say to someone? That theyâre sexy?â
Eily tried to tell him to fuck off and die. Instead she said, âUh-uh! Fank you, Jacob!â
The crowd laughed, and Eily, blushing furiously, shot them a look of loathing. Jacob chuckled and sent her back behind a podium with another pat on her ass, then he turned his attention back to the screen. âMoving on to this roundâs second little loser, itâs time to see what Izzyâs penalty is! The result for our favourite little model will be⌠Flat Chested!â
Isabelle screamed and clutched desperately at her chest. The audience laughed and cheered delightedly at her panic.
âOh dear, Izzy,â Jacob chuckled. âLooks like itâs time to say bye-bye to your precious boobies, honey!â
âNo!â Isabelle wailed, even as her breasts began to shrink in her hands. âNo! No! No!â Her D-cup tits turned into C-cups, then B-cups, then A-cups, until they finally flattened against her chest entirely, leaving the formerly well-endowed model flat as a board behind her bib. âGive them back!â she sobbed.
âSorry sweetie, but you know the rules,â said Jacob, mock pityingly. âAll changes are permanent unless you win the game and undo them. So youâd better knuckle down and win unless you want to be stuck with that pair of mosquito bites for the rest of your life!â
âBut itâs a big stupid game of wock, paper, scissors!â Isabelle cried, furious tears pouring down her cheeks as she mourned the loss of her womanly breasts. âItâs not fair! How am I supposed to work harder?â
âI donât know, sweetie,â Jacob said, shrugging. âYouâre the one playing, not me. And speaking of which, itâs time to move on to the next round! Remember, Kimmy is currently in the lead, but only by one point! There are only three rounds left, but thatâs still time plenty of time for things to change! Now, itâs time to play Babe! Or! Billionaire! The theme for round eight will be⌠Education! Letâs see what level our three contestants are going to end up at!â
The screens on the back of the womenâs podiums illuminated their choices, and they made their decisions, all three wondering what changes to their education might mean exactly. Kimberly in particular made her selection with trembling fingers. Sheâd almost finished law school! She couldnât just lose all the work sheâd done! A moment later, the fronts of their podiums lit up.
Isabelle burst into tears again, Eily squealed, and Kimberly felt a trickle of pee escape into her pull-ups. Isabelle had chosen rock, Eily had chosen paper, and Kimberly had chosen scissors. All three of them had lost.
The audience broke into wild applause, and Jacob clapped too. âCongratulations, girls! Another three-way tie! Itâs looks like none of you are getting away this round. Letâs see what the penalties are! Starting with Isabelle, the options are⌠Preschool Level! Or Special Education!â
Isabelle felt like her heart had dropped into her stomach. She was still preoccupied with the strange emptiness on her chest where her perky tits used to be, and now she had yet another life-altering change to be worried about. Preschool Level?! And what exactly did Special Education mean?
âThen for Kimberly,â Jacob continued, âthe choices are⌠Primary School Level! Or Totally Illiterate!â
Kimberly whimpered and squirmed in her slightly wet training pants. Her future as a lawyer would be totally ruined! Sheâd either forget everything sheâd learned since the age of eleven, or sheâd end up as some moron who couldnât even read or write!
âAnd lastly,â said Jacob, âthe options for Eilyâs penalties are⌠Secondary School Level! Or Sex Education!â
Eily cringed. Secondary School Level didnât sound so bad compared to everyone elseâs penalties, but the thought of ending up even more like a ditzy schoolgirl was enough to send a humiliated flush to her cheeks. And what did Sex Education mean?
âAlright viewers,â Jacob called, âitâs time to vote! What will it be? Will Izzy find herself needing to start her education again from kindergarten? Or will our little flat-chested, diaper-dependent swimsuit model end up in the special needs class this time? And how about Kimmy? Will our big toddler have to go back to primary school if she ever wants to finish her law degree? Or will she get to try and continue her career as a woman who canât even read or write? And lastly, what will happen to little miss Eily? Will she get the education level to match her uniform? Or will she find all the knowledge she gained in education replaced by something a little more appropriate for a woman with an ass so clearly built for fucking? Make your decisions now!â
âVotingâs over, ladies and gentlemen,â said Jacob. âLetâs see the results! Starting with little baby Belle, the winning penalty is⌠Preschool Level!â
Isabelle started to cry again. She couldnât even tell if it was relief at not having got Special Education, or just despair at the thought of having all her knowledge since preschool wiped away.
âAwww,â Jacob cooed. âToo bad, Isabelle! But how much did you really need all that education anyway? Models donât need to know things. They just need to look pretty. But then, your days as a model might well be over after this⌠Iâm not sure anyone will want to hire a nappy-filling, bib and bonnet-clad girl with no tits to wear their designer swimsuits. But maybe you can model swim diapers or something.â
âWaaaaah!â Isabelle cried as she felt the tingling in her head as all her education, every bit of book-learning since sheâd been three years old, leaked out of her brain forever.
âAww, it looks like baby Izzyâs throwing a wittle tantwum!â Jacob taunted. âTell you what, honey. Iâm going to ask you a simple question, and if you can give me the correct answer, Iâll undo the last penalty. Isnât that kind of me?â
Isabelle looked up desperately.
âI want you to tell me⌠Whatâs three plus four?â
Isabelle just stared blankly up at him. Then her face screwed up with concentration as she tried her best to answer the question. Three plus four. That was easy. She just had to⌠had to⌠What did she have to do again?
âTick tock, baby Belle,â Jacob said. âWe canât wait around forever. I need your answer now, little girl. Surely you can tell me? Itâs just a simple sum! A grown woman like you must know what three plus four is.â
Isabelle scowled furiously. She didnât know! Sheâd just have to guess. âUm⌠two?â she answered with a pleading note in her voice.
The audience burst into laughter.
âIâm sorry, sweetheart,â Jacob chuckled, âbut the answer is seven! How can three plus four equal two, you silly thing? Theyâre both bigger!â
The expression of total moronic incomprehension that appeared on Isabelleâs face was enough to send the crowd into a fresh fit of hysterics.
Isabelle felt her face burning with shame. This wasnât fair! She wasnât stupid! She wasnât! People had always thought that about her because of her good looks, but sheâd always been one of the smartest people in her class at school. Now sheâd be stuck as a total idiot! She wasnât even sure she could count to ten anymore!
Still chuckling, Jacob turned to Kimberly. âNow, as fun as this is, weâd better move on. Weâve got two more ladies to punish. Letâs see what little Kimmyâs got in store for her! The winning penalty for our favourite potty-trainee is⌠Totally Illiterate!â
Kimberly whimpered and felt her pull-ups get a little wetter.
âOh dear, sweetie,â Jacob went on, his voice faux-sympathetic, âI think itâs going to be a bit hard to be a lawyer when you canât even read or write, isnât it? So much for starting up your own practice. But maybe, just maybe, if you work really hard, by the end of the year your boyfriend will have taught you how to read The Very Hungry Caterpillar all by yourself!â
âNo!â Kimberly cried, as the tingling began in her head. âPleathe! I need to wead and wite! I wuv weading! Pweathe!â
âSorry sweetheart,â said Jacob, âbut you know I canât bend the rules, not even for a little cutie like you. But even if you canât read, you can still look at pretty picture books, okay darling?â
âI donât wanna wead picture books!â Kimberly wailed. âI need to wead and wite for my caweer!â
âIâm sure a pretty little girl like you can find a way around that, Kimmy,â Jacob said dismissively. âYou can always go and sit in the judgeâs lap and ask, in your pretty wittle wisp, if he can read your notes for you.â
The audience cheered and laughed, and Kimberly flushed crimson with embarrassment.
âBut now we need to move on to our final contestant. The penalty for Eily will be⌠Sex Education! Congratulations, Eily! Iâm sure you learnt a lot of things in school and university that helped you run your business and so on, but our nanites are going to replace that with some knowledge thatâs much more appropriate.â
He said the last word with a sinister smirk that sent Eilyâs heart dropping into her stomach. She started to suck her thumb faster and faster as anxiety set in. Sheâd been hoping for Secondary Education. That hadnât sounded so bad, and at least she knew what it was. But what had Jacob said about this one? That her knowledge would be replaced by something that fit a girl with a fuckable ass like her? She shifted uncomfortably behind her podium, unused to the large bubble butt contained by her thick nappy. She hoped it was something she wouldnât have to get used to.
Without warning, she felt the tingling start, and she reached up instinctively to her head with one hand while the other worked away in her mouth. She racked her brain, urgently trying to figure out what knowledge she was losing and what was replacing it. Then her body went cold.
Eily was trying to think back to her time at the prestigious private school and university sheâd attended, only there was nothing there. Instead, her mind was suddenly full of memories of the years sheâd spent at Babygirl Academy of Bitches. But that couldnât be right, Eily thought desperately. There was no such place!
Yet she could recall vividly mincing from classroom to classroom with the other students, giggling and talking about fashion and fucking. She remembered her teachers instructing them. Okay girls, today weâre going to learn all about how to give the bestest blowjobs! This morningâs lesson will be on ass-fucking! Whoâs ready to learn about dressing like a hooker? She could recollect all the times sheâd misbehaved and ended up over her teachersâ knees, and that time sheâd pissed her pants and started bawling during a spanking, earning her the nickname âCrybaby Eilyâ and a month in pull-ups.
âNo!â Eily shrieked, yanking her thumb out of her mouth. A line of drool still connected it to her lips. âThatâs not me! That didnât happen! It didnât!â
âSorry, sweetie,â said Jacob, âbut to you it did. Thatâs what your education was now. Maths and English might be beyond you, but you know everything there is no know about getting a man to cum in your ass. I bet a sexy little thing like you will be able to manage it even with a pissy diaper hanging off your hips!â
He turned back to the audience, leaving Eily staring blankly into space, her face a mask of horror as her mind finished filling with the knowledge of how to suck cock in just the right way, how to give the perfect titjob, how to clench her pussy and her ass to bring any man straight to orgasmâŚ
âWell,â Jacob said happily, âitâs time to move on to the ninth round of Babe! Or! Billionaire! Remember, this is the second to last round! The theme for the penalties this time will be⌠Emotional Control! Alright girls, you know the drill. Itâs time to make your choices!â
The womenâs podiums flashed their options, and the girls made their decisions. They werenât exactly sure what changes to their emotional control might mean, but there knew it would be nothing good. A moment later, and their choices appeared on the fronts of their podiums for everyone to see. The crowd cheered, and Isabelle and Eily both breathed sighs of relief.
âNooo!â Kimberly wailed. Sheâd chosen scissors again, but both Isabelle and Eily had selected rock.
âOoh, sorry Kimmy,â Jacob taunted, âbut there goes your lead! It looks like weâre going to have a three-way tie before the final round. Isnât that exciting? Anyone could win! But before that, itâs time to vote on whatâs going to happen to Kimberlyâs emotional control. And the options are⌠Terrible Twos! Or⌠Dependent on Daddy! So what will it be? Will little Kimmy find herself stuck permanently in her tantrum-throwing phase? Or will she find herself developing an overwhelming attachment to her Dada? Vote now!â
âAnd the results are in for little Kimmy!â Jacob announced happily. âThe winning penalty isâŚÂ Dependent on Daddy!â
âPwease donât!â Kimmy cried. As with many of the other penalties, she hadnât been able to decide which would be worse, but the thought of the nanites in her body messing around with her emotions in this way, making her dependent on her boyfriend, was enough to make her sick. The tingling was starting in her head though, and already she could feel a strange neediness building within her, an achiness in her heart that made her look around the stage a little desperately, as if hoping to see her boyfriend. Someone to look after her. Someone to give her a big cuddle. She could feel her eyes filling with tears. It had been ages since sheâd seen Daddy! Paul. Paul, not Daddy. But it must have been hours and hours since sheâd left home⌠And now he was so far away! What if she needed to go potty again?
âAwww,â Jacob cooed mockingly. âDo I spot an unhappy looking wittle girl? Does baby miss her Dada? I think she does!â He turned to face behind the stage. âPaul, why donât you come on out? I think your little princess wants you!â
Kimberlyâs eyes widened as her boyfriend stepped out onto the stage, waving at the audience and flashing them a quick grin before turning his attention to her.
âDaddy!â she squealed. The words had burst from her mouth before she could even think about it. She blushed with embarrassment at her outburst, and the audience were laughing at her, but at that moment all she could really think about was the man standing in front of her. She felt like a homesick little girl, head over heels in love with her Daddy. Before she could stop herself, she flung herself forwards into his arms and buried her face in his chest. Tears were running down her cheeks. âI missed you, Daddy!â she wailed.
The crowd aaawâd as Paul wrapped his arms tightly around his infantilized girlfriend and cuddled her tightly. âDaddy missed you too, little one,â he said gently, but the audience could see a smirk playing about his lips. âBut I donât think youâre going to be gone from my sight for long after today, are you baby? Youâve been learning your place.â
Kimberly mewled in indignation, but couldnât bring herself to push her boyfriend away. He wanted this! He wanted her to be stuck this way!
âWell, isnât that adorable?â Jacob asked the crowd. âBut I think itâs time to move on! The game is almost over. Remember folks, all three of our contestants are now tied for first place! Which means, of course, that theyâre also all tied for last place⌠Whoever wins this next round will go home with all the money they could wish for, as well as the ability to remove three of their penalties! But the losers will end up stuck just as they... for good.â
Isabelle, Kimberly, and Eily all felt a shiver run down their spine.
âBut before we begin the tenth and final round, I think itâs worth going over exactly which penalties our little ladies have! With so many nasty, life-altering punishments, it can get a little tricky to keep track sometimes!â He gestured towards Isabelle first. âBaby Belle is stuck wearing bibs and bonnets at all times, as well as the thick nappies that are necessary after our nanites rendered her totally incontinent. She also has an adorably childish vocabulary, and makes the cutest, most babyish facial expressions you can imagine. On top of that, we shrank our sexy swimsuit modelâs big tits to make her flat as a board, and stripped away all of her formal education since preschool!â
The audience clapped and cheered, while Isabelle blushed and showed them all a big, exaggerated pout.
âNext we have little Kimmy!â Jacob went on. âOur wannabe lawyerâs hairstyle will always form into a pair of precious pigtails regardless of how she tries to rearrange it, and sheâll find that sheâs unable to wear any clothes that donât meet the definition of âtoddler styleâ, like the adorable overalls sheâs rocking now with the darling baby ducky on the front. Sheâs also stuck in potty training, making the pull-ups sheâs got underneath a necessity if she doesnât want to risk leaving puddles on the floor wherever she goes. We also gave her a cute lisp, took away her ability to read and write, and finally made her emotionally dependent on her boyfriend-turned-Daddy, Paul!â
The crowd cheered and applauded again. Paul waved and smiled back, while Kimberly hid her face in his arms.
âMoving on to our last contestant, we have Eily!â Jacob continued, gesturing towards the third woman. âSheâs swapped boring business-suits for sexy schoolgirl outfits, and her stern, commanding tone for a sweeter, more innocent speaking pattern. We also gave her an overpowering oral fixation; if her thumbâs not jammed in her mouth, then you can bet itâs only because she wants something else shoved between her pretty lips. In addition, despite still possessing her continence, sheâs back in disposable diapers full-time, and will find herself unable to go to the bathroom anywhere except in her pants! But this girlâs not a total baby⌠Sheâs got a hot bubble butt, and sheâs spent the last decade learning how to suck and fuck as good as any whore â or at least, thatâs what she remembers doing courtesy of our nanomachines!â
The crowd laughed and clapped again. Eily scowled. Her thumb bobbed furiously in her mouth.
âBut now itâs time we move onto the tenth and final round!â Jacob announced. âThis oneâs an audience favourite⌠Itâs the career change round!â
The three women felt a fresh surge of fear. A career change?!
Their podium screens came to life once more, revealing their choices for the final time. Rock, paper, or scissors. With horrible pits of anxiety in their stomachs, the three girls made their selections. A few moments of silence passed, and then the front of their podiums lit up.
At once, the audience started cheering wildly, while Isabelle, Kimberly, and Eily stared at each otherâs choices as if they couldnât accept what they were seeing. Isabelle had chosen rock, Kimberly had chosen paper, and Eily had chosen scissors.
âUh-oh!â Jacob sang over the noise of the crowd. âIt looks like weâve got yet another three-way tie! Sorry ladies, but that means you all lose!â
For a moment, none of the women moved a muscle. Then Kimberly burst into tears. A second later, Isabelle began to scream. Her hands were clutching at her bonnet-clad head, and her face was a mask of horror. She bolted from the stage as fast as she could run with her enormous nappy pushing her legs apart, still letting out a piercing, inarticulate shriek of terror. She didnât get far before the stagehands grabbed her and started dragging her back, screaming madly all the way. Eily just stared ahead of her in shock as the reality of what was happening hit her. Sheâd lost. She wouldnât be getting any money. She wouldnât be getting back to normal. Sheâd be spending the rest of her life as an overgrown diapered schoolgirl.
âOh gosh,â she said, beginning to hyperventilate. âOh gosh. Oh gosh. Oh gosh.â Her nappy started to sag and discolour as she pissed herself out of fear. The businesswomanâs bladder, even though it was unweakened by any of the penalties, wasnât strong enough to deal with the prospect of her future as a cutesy, thumbsucking, fat-assed schoolgirl who thought about fucking all the time and still pottied in her pants. The audience laughed and cheered even louder when they saw her diaper drooping even lower beneath her tiny schoolgirl skirt. Eily started to scream as well, and several more stagehands rushed out to hold her in place.
With the three women busy crying their eyes out or being restrained by the staff, Jacob turned back to the audience with an enormous smile. âOur contestants might be a little too distracted to hear, but itâs time to choose their fates! What new careers do they have in store for them? What will they spend the rest of their lives doing? Starting with Isabelle, the options are⌠Pampers Poster Girl! Or⌠Back to Kindergarten! For Kimberly, the choice is⌠Potty Training Starlet! Or⌠College Mascot! And lastly, for Eily, itâs between⌠Office Slut! Or⌠Truck-Stop Whore!â Jacob spoke quickly because the three girls were making a lot of noise behind him, and causing quite a scene on the stage, thrashing and shrieking and sobbing and stomping their feet.
âThe choice is yours!â he shouted over the ruckus. âWhat will happen to baby Izzy? Will she start modelling diapers instead of bikinis? Or will she be out of the workforce entirely, sent off to a special Adult Kindergarten to join a couple of our other former contestants? And what should happen to little Kimmy? Will she end up recording sing-along videos to help other girls master the potty, a skill sheâll never learn herself? Or will she be sent back to her university to be their adorable little mascot? And what about Eily? Will our favourite businesswoman find herself demoted from CEO to slutty little office intern? Or will she be getting kicked out of her company entirely and made to earn a living turning tricks for truckers â at least the ones who donât mind dealing with her pissy diapers first! Vote now, and thank you for playing Babe! Or! Billionaire!â
âWhat letter is this, Izzy?â Miss Olivia asked brightly, pointing at the board.
Isabelleâs face screwed up in concentration beneath her bonnet. âUmm⌠F?â
âOooh, not quite Izzy! Itâs a K, a kicking kuh!â
Isabelle blushed as the other girls in the class giggled at her mistake. There were two of them â Tracy, and Freya, and Isabelle hated them.
âCan you tell me what this letter is, Tracy?â Miss Olivia asked.
âThatâs a P!â she said smugly, âJust like Izzy does in her nappies!â
Tracy and Freya burst into a fit of giggles, but Miss Olivia just said, âGood girl, Tracy! It is a P! Izzy does go pee in her nappies too, youâre right, but that kind of pee is spelled P, E, E, and itâs a word rather than a letter.â
âYes, Miss Olivia!â Tracy chirped.
âWell, I think thatâs enough of the alphabet for one day,â said their teacher. âAnd Izzy, donât worry about your mistakes,â she said gently, turning to look at her. âLetters are hard! I know you havenât made any progress at all learning your alphabet since you started here, but youâve got plenty of time to learn, okay?â
Isabelle pouted and crossed her arms over her bib, trying to avoid her classmateâs smirks. She knew sheâd known the alphabet before, that it had been easy, but now the very idea that she could tell the difference between all the different lines and squiggles seemed almost beyond belief. Singing was easier than reading, but even then she struggled.
âAlright girls, playtime!â Miss Olivia announced. âBut you hang back a moment, Izzy. I smell a stinky wet nappy, and Iâm pretty sure I know who the culprit is!â
Isabelle blushed and squirmed in her seat while Tracy and Freya got up to go play. Her diaper had been drooping obviously even before sheâd sat down for their afternoon lesson, so it was hardly a secret that sheâd soaked it, but it was still an indignity to have it broadcast to everyone in such a demeaning way. She got to her feet, her nappy hanging heavily between her legs, and allowed Miss Olivia to take her hand and lead her over to the classroomâs changing table. The teacher helped her onto it, and expertly got to work changing her soggy pants.
âThatâs a good girl,â she cooed gently as she undid the tapes. âNice and still for Miss Olivia.â She pulled down the front. âP-U!â she exclaimed, pinching her nose and making Isabelle cringe. âThese are soaked to the brim, missy! What did you do in these?â When Isabelle didnât answer, she reached out and prodded her tummy playfully. âCome on, Izzy. Tell Miss Olivia. What did you do in your diapies?â
Isabelle blushed angrily. She wasnât some performing monkey! She tried to spit out I pissed, but what came out instead was, âI did tinkle-time!â
Miss Olivia tittered. âThatâs right, sweetie! You did tinkle-time in your pants! What a lovely phrase!â
Isabelle scowled. It was something her sister often said, but it had quickly become part of her own childish-filtered vocabulary.
Miss Olivia lifted her legs into the air by her ankles and quickly wiped her nether regions dry, pulled the sopping wet Pampers out from under her bottom, and slid a dry one in its place. âThere we go!â she said happily, as she finished taping a fresh adult nappy around the former modelâs waist. âAll done! Playtime for you too, Izzy!â She helped her charge off the changing table and gave her a pat on her bottom to send her on her way.
Now with dry pants, Isabelle headed out of the classroom and over to the play area. She passed a pair of white cotton undies that had been discarded on the floor, and a few paces later there was a pink top with the words âLittle Troublemakerâ emblazoned on the front. Isabelle looked up to see Tracy standing in the middle of the playroom in just her shoes and socks, her bare bottom showing and her huge silicon-filled boobs out for all to see. Freya was standing next to her in her pale blue Frozen dress, her teddy bear tangling from one hand.
Miss Hazel was standing in front of them, apparently giving Tracy a scolding for taking her clothes off. âIs kindergartenâs most famous little streaker at it again? Honestly, itâs such a struggle trying to keep anything on that cute bum of yours, Tracy!â
âI canât help itâŚâ Tracy mumbled, her cheeks bright red.
âI know you canât, sweetie,â Miss Hazel laughed. âYouâre just a silly little nudist now, arenât you? Alright cutiepie, you can go nakie for playtime today. I wonât bother trying to get your knickers back on you this time. Iâm sure youâll just tug them right off again, wonât you, you little tot?â
Isabelle wandered over to a corner to play with some dollies, and allowed herself a smirk. She didnât get many. Tracyâs compulsion to get naked was one of the penalties from the game of Babe or Billionaire sheâd been part of, as were her huge bimbo breasts. Even though her own penalties were worse on balance, Isabelle couldnât resist enjoying the other girlâs clear displeasure at wandering around nearly nude. Still, although her massive implants made her look more like a parody of sexiness than anything, Isabelle was a bit jealous. She put her hands beneath her bib and top to clutch at her flat chest. She wished she could have her own boobs back. But she knew she was stuck with the two pathetic little mosquito bites the game show had given her.
She hadnât been playing with her toys very long when two shadows fell over her. She turned around and let out a squeak as she came face to face with Traceyâs bare pussy.
âHi, baby,â said the naked woman, sneering down at her. Tracy and Freya liked nothing more than to gang up on the one person who was more immature than they were â they, at least, had both managed to avoid ending up incontinent on their respective Babe or Billionaire episodes; Freya wore pull-ups to deal with her weakened but not non-existent bladder control, and Tracy even wore grown-up panties (at least when she wasnât running around bottomless, which was quite often), and both of them got to use the plastic potties that sat along the classroom wall. Isabelle had never imagined that a grown woman could manage to look superior and condescending while sitting on a training potty, but Freya and Tracy both managed it. They seemed to revel in the small maturities they had over her.
âHow was your nappy change?â asked Freya, smirking.
âGo away, stupid-heads!â Isabelle whined, hating her stupid babyish vocabulary.
Tracy and Freya cackled with laughter. âAwww,â Tracy mocked, âdid we upset little miss baby butt by talking about her nappies? Careful not to get too close, Freya. She might poop her pants.â
âEw, gross!â said Freya.
Isabelle put on her angry face, but that just made the two girls laugh even more. She hated having to put up with this. The best part of every day was when she got picked up in the afternoons. Even though her sister was thrilled to bits by her new station in life, and keen to baby her as much as possible ("Pampers are much more fitting for you than skimpy swimsuits, big sis. I've always thought so!"), at least Isabelle got to be away from her bullying classmates when she was sitting in her playpen at home. Although she didnât much enjoy being treated like a dress-up doll by her nieceâŚ
She got to her feet. âShut up! You still go uh-ohs on dumb baby potties! Youâre not big girls either!â She glared at Tracy. âYouâre a silly nakie baby with big boobies!â she taunted, and despite the childish words, Tracy flushed with anger. âAnd you,â Isabelle turned to scowl at Freya, âstill pee-pee in your pull-ups half the time!â Freya went bright red, and Isabelle could tell that a tantrum was brewing â as a result of one of her penalties, Freya was totally unable to stop herself throwing spectacular fits straight out of a toddlerâs terrible twos whenever she got angry enough.
Tracy shoved her hard. âAt least we donât fill our pants!â she spat.
âFreya does!â Isabelle responded, staggering back, trying not to let her thick disposable diapers throw her off balance. âYou make fun of me for being a big baby, but Freya made poo-poo in her pull-ups last week!â
âShut your mouth!â Freya yelled, her face scarlet. She stomped her foot angrily, then she too gave Isabelle a hard push.
Isabelle staggered back again, and although she managed not to fall over, something even worse happened. She opened her mouth to give another retort, but instead she heard herself let out a loud, unladylike grunt. For a moment she stood there, her knees slightly bent, her mouth opened wide in an âoâ shape. Then she grunted again, and a huge mess filled the back of her nappy, dropping heavily into the seat and causing it to sag suddenly between her slender legs.
Tracy and Freya burst out into nasty laughter, and Isabelle willed herself not to cry, not to let them have the satisfaction of seeing her bawl like a baby. The warm load was horrible and stinky, and she could feel it squishing against her bottom. She looked up, her eyes full of tears, and toddled as fast as she could at the two other toddler-women, giving both of them hard shoves. How could she have ended up here? Sheâd been a model! Sheâd had wealth and respect and the ability to wrap any man around her finger with a single smouldering look, and one subtle shake of her chest. Now she was reduced to fighting her oversized kindergarten classmates in poopy Pampers!
Tracy pushed her back, and Freya let out a high-pitched scream and pulled her hair.
âThatâs enough from all three of you!â Miss Olivia shouted, storming over to interrupt the fight. She looked very cross. âAll of you are in big trouble! Tracy, I warned you what would happen if you acted up again. I hope youâre ready for the consequences!â
âNo!â Tracy whimpered, suddenly looking horrified. âPlease, Miss Olivia! Not that!â
âYes that, young lady. All those pictures of you running round in the nude on are going straight onto the Adult Kindergarten web page!â
âPlease!â Tracy begged, tears welling up in her eyes. âAnything but that! I donât want everyone to see me like this!â
âThatâs too bad, missy. Your little bum will be right on the homepage! And Iâm going to make sure all those ex-boyfriends of yours know theyâre free to pop in and visit any time!â
âNooo!â Tracy sobbed.
âAnd you can stand in the corner for the rest of playtime, Freya!â Miss Olivia instructed, turning to face the tantrum-throwing twenty-something-year-old. âAnd when your Daddy comes to pick you up, Iâll tell him about your bad behaviour. Heâs going to give you such a spanking!â
âNOOO!â Freya wailed, stomping her feet. âNo! No! NO! I DONâT WANNA SPANKING! I DONâT WANT A RED BOTTOM! I WANNA BE A BIG GIRL AGAIN!â
âAnd you, Izzy,â Miss Olivia said, rounding on her as Miss Hazel dragged Freya away. She paused for a moment, and sniffed the air. Then she nodded with satisfaction. âYou can stay in that stinky nappy until your Mummy comes to collect you!â
âItâs not fair!â Isabelle cried, and joined her classmates in their tears.
âReady to watch your potty video, Kimmy?â Daddy asked, smirking. âMaybe youâll even learn something from it, huh?â
âYeth, Daddy,â Kimberly lisped, blushing furiously as she stared expectantly at the dark television screen in their living room. She knew the truth. She wouldnât learn anything. Because of Jacob and the game master and that whole awful show, she was stuck in potty training permanently, frozen at the stage of a struggling toddler who couldnât quite master using the bathroom like a big girl. Any attempts to improve were as doomed as her attempts at relearning to read. She glanced at the picture books scattered on the table by the sofa. Daddy liked to nestle her in the crook of his arm and read them to her. They were a big step down from the novels sheâd once enjoyed, or even the legal documents sheâd studied so hard. Sheâd bawled like a baby when she was made to drop out of university, but an overgrown toddler who couldnât read or even make it to the toilet without her boyfriendâs help had no place at college, even if she had once been the top student in the class.
At least she got to stay with Paul at all hours of the day. That was a blessing considering her dependence on him. Heâd had to drop her off with his parents once while he went away, and sheâd spent the whole time sobbing and wailing for him to come back, and after that heâd resolved to make sure he was always around to take care of her. He worked from home, so she spent most of her time sitting at his feet, or if sheâd been good, snuggled up in his lap. Sometimes, if sheâd been on her very best behaviour, she could wiggle her bottom and feel him get hard beneath her. Then he might tug off her pull-ups and slip himself inside her, and until her nappy pants went back on, she could bounce up and down on his dick and pretend sheâd never been on that stupid game show. But sex was almost always followed by a potty emergency that brought her rudely back to reality.
Kimberly turned her attention back to the screen as Daddy inserted the DVD, and a moment later the television came to life. A title appeared in bouncing pink letters. Learn To Go Potty With Big Kid Kimmy! Kimberlyâs face went scarlet, and she nearly fainted when she saw herself appear on the screen, pouting and scowling, with a heavy, clearly-used nappy sagging between her legs. The only other thing she wore was a navy blue pinafore dress, the hem of which didnât even come close to the bottom of her thoroughly soiled, sopping wet diaper.
âOh GodâŚâ she whispered. Was that what she looked like?
âNappieth are YUCK!â the Kimberly on the screen lisped emphatically, crossing her arms and stomping her foot in an exaggerated way. âTheyâre tho yucky and thmelly! There mutht be something better!â
âThere is!â came a honeyed, female voice from nowhere. âYou should try pull-ups, Kimmy! Pull-ups protect like nappies, but you can pull them up and down like grown-up underwear, and that means you can start potty training!â
âPotty training?â Kimberly asked, cocking her head in confusion. âWhatâth that?â
âPotty training is when you learn to go pee-pee and poo-poo in the potty instead of your pants, just like grown-ups do!â
âThat thoundth really hard,â said Kimberly, putting on a face of apprehension.
The Kimberly in real life cringed with embarrassment. Sheâd endured a lot of spankings to get her to behave on set, but sheâd still been determined to give a terrible performance, something impossible for them to make a program out of. But then Daddy had promised to make her wear nappies for a whole year unless she gave it her all, and sheâd given in. Seeing the results now though, she almost regretted her decision. How could she have let herself be reduced to this?!
âDonât worry, Kimmy! Iâm sure youâll get the hang of it!â said the female voice encouragingly. âLetâs give it a try!â
With a wave of sparkles, the scene changed, and now Kimberly was standing in a clean pair of pull-ups, the camera zoomed in on the flower designs on her padded crotch. The program had at least not shown the humiliating dirty diaper change sheâd endured on set, surrounded by the cooing backstage staff.
âWow!â said the Kimberly on screen, looking down at her undies. âI feel so grown-up!â
âJust remember, Kimmy, pull-ups wonât hold as much as your nappy did, so youâve got to go to use the potty when you feel the urge!â
Kimberly nodded eagerly, then she gasped and clutched suddenly between her legs. This was no act, Kimberly knew, dizzy with shame as she watched the program. Daddy and the director had timed the moment so that she really did need to pee.
âUh-oh!â cried her on-screen counterpart. âIâve gotta go potty!â
Then the music started, and she felt Daddyâs hand on her bottom. âYou sing along too, sweetheart,â Paul instructed. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. âUnless you want Daddy to get the nappies outâŚâ
Kimberly felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she did as she was told. As the Kimberly on the program broke into song, she joined in. âWhen your kneeth bend in and youâre wiggling all about, donât take a chanthe! It means youâre doing the potty danthe!â
With a smack on her behind from Daddy to encourage her, Kimberly started copying the dance moves too, which were really little more than the movements of a ridiculous, over-the-top potty dance. She pressed her hands between her legs and jumped ludicrously from foot to foot, shaking her bottom from side to side and singing all the while. She thought she might had died from the humiliation if sheâd had to see Daddy watching her while she danced, but keeping her eyes fixed on the screen was hardly better.
At last the song was over. âWhen youâre bounthing on your toeth and youâre doing a little pranthe, thatâth what we call the potty danthe!â But as the music died, things ended poorly for the Kimberly on screen. The camera did a close-up of her crotch just as her bladder gave in, and the dark patch spread up her pull-ups, making her flowers disappear.
âOh dear!â said the womanâs voice. âKimmy, where did your flowers go?â
âI h-had an a-a-acthident!â Kimberly blubbered, looking down at her sagging, discoloured pull-ups.
âAwww, thatâs okay Kimmy! Accidents are normal for little girls! Thereâs always next time!â
âUh-hu!â Kimberly sobbed.
There was another wave of sparkles, and the program cut to a new scene. Now Kimberly was dressed in a frilly pink frock, though it still failed to cover her training pants completely.
âThith time Iâm gonna make it to the potty,â she told the camera confidently. She was squirming a little on the spot, rubbing her bare thighs together. Her confident expression slipped. âBut the potty ith a bit thcary,â she admitted, âand I canât figure out how it workth⌠I think Iâll jutht pee my pull-upth.â
âMaybe you should ask your Mummy or Daddy for help, Kimmy!â said the female voice. âThings are a lot less scary when a grown-up is with you, and Iâm sure theyâll be able to figure out that silly potty!â
âYeah!â Kimberly said, sounding delighted by the idea. âDaddy can help me!â She turned to the side of the set and called, âDADDY! I NEED MY POTTY!â
Almost immediately, Paul appeared on screen, holding a pink plastic potty in his hands. âHereâs your potty, princess!â he said, walking over and placing it down on the floor at her feet.
Kimberly did a fake giggle. âIâm not a printheth, Daddy!â
âSure you are!â said Paul. âYouâre the potty princess!â
Kimberly giggled again. âPotty printheth!â she echoed.
âWould the potty princess like to use her throne?â asked Paul.
Kimberly nodded eagerly.
âDo you know how to use the potty all by yourself, Kimmy?â he asked.
Kimberly considered the potty for a moment, then she looked up and shook her head brightly, sending her pigtails flapping about her face. âNope!â she chirped. âIâm too little for that!â
âGood girl!â said Paul. He looked into the camera. âThereâs nothing wrong with admitting you need your Mummy or Daddy. Even big girls like Kimmy still need help!â He slipped his fingers under the hem of his girlfriendâs ultra-short dress, hooked them into the waistband of her pull-ups, and tugged them down her legs. Then he grabbed Kimberly by her waist and lowered her bottom gently down onto her potty. âThere you go, princess!â
The music started once more, though a different tune from last time, and this time Kimberly didnât need to be prompted to sing along with her on-screen self. She didnât want Daddy to get the diapers out of the cabinet⌠âIâm a big girl, look what I can do!â she sang, her face as red as a tomato. âI can wear grown-up panth too!â
She could sense Paulâs smirk, and practically feel his eyes on her pull-up clad derriere.
âDaddy, wow!â she sang, as the Kimberly on television hitched a big fake grin onto her face and pointed down at the training pants around her ankles. âIâm a big girl now!â
But as the Kimberly on screen successfully began to pee in the potty, the Kimberly in front of the television gasped and grabbed her crotch, the urgent need to pee arriving with no warning at all. She looked over her shoulder at once, her eyes wide and desperate. âDaddy!â she squealed, any dignity swept from her mind by the fear of pissing her pants. âI gotta go potty NOW!â
Paul grinned. âOkay, baby,â he cooed, âjust wait right there and Daddy will get your potty!â He dashed out of the living room, leaving Kimberly to whine and wiggle and clutch between her legs, squirming and jumping from once foot to the other almost as absurdly as sheâd done during her fake potty dance.
âDaddy, hurry!â she cried. A small squirt of pee dampened the front of her trainers, and one of her flowers started to fade. âDaddy, please!â Another trickle entered her pants. She clamped down on the flow, but a few more squirts broke past her feeble, toddler-like defences. More flowers began to disappear. âDADA!â she screeched. The trickle started again, and became a steady rush of hot wee-wee.
Paul came hurrying back into the living room, training potty in hand. He placed it at her feet and yanked her pull-ups down. Kimberly slammed her dainty backside onto the plastic seat at once, but it was too late. Barely a trickle of pee-pee made it into the potty. The rest had already soaked her pull-ups. They were pooled around her ankles, sopping wet and smelling strongly of pee. Kimberly burst into tears.
âItâs okay, baby,â Daddy cooed, getting to his knees and cuddling his girlfriend on the potty. âItâs alright.â
âNo, itâs not!â Kimberly wailed, tears pouring down her face. âI wanna⌠be⌠potty trained!â she gasped through her sobs.
âI know, baby,â Paul crooned, rubbing her back. âI know you wanted to be a big, smart lawyer too, but youâll have to make do with being a silly toddler, okay?â
âNo-ooooooâŚâ Kimberly hiccupped.
âA silly, adult-sized toddler who needs her Daddy,â said Paul gently, planting a kiss on Kimberlyâs cheek. He helped her to her feet, and reached down for her training pants. He slid them back up and over her bottom with a squish, then scooped her up, one hand resting beneath her soggy tush. âCome with Daddy, baby,â he said softly, kissing one of her tears away and bouncing her lightly in his arms. She nuzzled her face into his neck, her sobbing dying down. âLetâs have a nice cuddle, okay? And if youâre good, maybe even a bit of naughty big girl time with DaddyâŚâ
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Eily tottered through the office in her high-heels, the thick diaper between her legs turning what would have been a sexy strut into something laughable. She wore one of her many skimpy schoolgirl uniforms, the only clothes she was able to wear, but her bulky nappy was barely concealed at all by the flimsy miniskirt. They had no designs or wetness indicators on them â they were pure white, and puffy, and somehow that made them seem all the more infantile to the former businesswoman. They were huge too, but Eilyâs recently augmented bubble butt was so large that a good amount of bare bum-cheek was still visible either side of the white padding, also totally uncovered by her plaid skirt. To infantilize her further, a bright pink pacifier bobbed between her lips; it satisfied her stupid oral fixation, and kept her thumbs free to do all the tedious paperwork her ex-husband assigned to her every day.
Her former employees smirked at her as she passed, and Eily could feel her cheeks burning. Even after weeks of this, the embarrassment of what sheâd been reduced to never seemed to let up. Glaring ahead of her, not making eye contact with anybody, she toddled over to the photocopier. As she copied some documents, her knees started to bend inwards a little, and she had to fight to stop herself from squirming on the spot. She had to pee. Badly. She finished with the documents and hurried out of the office space, into the mercifully empty corridor beyond.
Looking around to make absolutely sure nobody was watching her, Eily gritted her teeth and began to pee, cursing that evil game show for doing this to her, for taking her, a professional, well-respected, even feared businesswoman and turning her into this, a fetish-fantasy who couldnât go to the bathroom anywhere except in her own stupid, padded pants. Warm wee-wee flooded her nappy, soaking into the bulkiness beneath her pussy. It was just one more humiliating feature of her new life, like the stupid little tricycle she had to ride to work, or the strict nanny her ex-husband hired to watch her when he was busy, but just like those, Eily knew the sensation, the shame of pissing herself like a baby, was something she would never get used to.
The stream in her pants slowed to a trickle, and Eily probed the front of her diaper. It was soaked with tinkle. With her nappy on full display, the discoloured padding would be immediately obvious to everyone, but there was no point in putting herself through the discomfort of trying to hold it in all day. Sheâd tried to do that at first, but it was impossible. She was going to end up going potty in her diaper anyway, so she might as well save herself the unnecessary pain, she told herself. But she had to be careful not to get too used to going in her underwear, or she might one day find that sheâd lost the ability to hold it at all. She cringed at the thought. If that happened, sheâd lose even the small dignity of being able to find a quiet place to wet or mess herself in; even if hurrying off to pee or poop her pants in private made her feel like a naughty toddler, it would be better than doing it with no warning, in front of anyone who might happen to be around when her bladder or bowels decided to give in.
âEily!â her ex-husbandâs voice called suddenly, coming through the speakers, no doubt sounding all around the building. âCome to Daddy, sweetie!â
Eily could hear chuckles coming from the room sheâd just left, and she blushed furiously. But she knew better than to disobey âDaddyâ. She hurried down the corridor, her wet nappy sagging a little between her legs and widening her gait even more, heading over to her ex-husbandâs office. It had been hers once, after sheâd taken it from him in the takeover, but since her âdemotionâ, as he liked to refer to it, heâd been offered the position of CEO once again.
âThereâs my cute little intern!â he cooed, as she entered the room.
Eily scowled at him, but mumbled, in a breathy, high-pitched voice behind her soother, âHewwo, Daddy!â
He chuckled and beckoned her over with a finger. She obeyed, knowing that refusal would just mean a painful spanking over his lap. She hated when he called her in here. She almost wished heâd totally redecorated the room and removed all signs that sheâd ever been there. Instead, heâd kept many of her things. Her finance degree was framed and on the wall, from a prestigious university she no longer had any recollection of having attended, her memories supplanted instead by years spent learning to suck and fuck at Babygirl Academy of Bitches. A large photograph of her standing imperiously in front of her desk, the same desk her ex-husband now sat at, was still up on the wall as well, but now it was next to another picture. Eily felt dizzy with shame at the sight of it. It was also a picture of her, but in this she was lying on her back on the desk, with her legs kicking in the air and her bare pussy on display, throwing a tantrum in the middle of a diaper change. That had been taken a few weeks ago, on her first day back at the office.
She tore her eyes away from the picture, trying not to think about how many people must have seen it, and stood in front of her ex-husband, glaring at him and trying to look as threatening as she could while sucking on a dummy. Even if it was the only small rebellion she had left, she wanted him to know how much she hated her. Unfortunately, he didnât seem to care.
âWhat a grumpy girl!â he said happily, his eyes twinkling. âBut I bet someoneâs just fussy because her diaperâs all pissy, isnât that right?â He reached out and cupped the front of her sodden nappy. âLooks like my big babyâs ready for a change! But you know what you have to do to earn one of those, donât you, Eily?â He pushed his chair back and unbuckled his belt. âTime to earn your pay, sweetie,â he smirked, fishing out his hardening cock.
âYes, Daddy!â her ridiculous little-girly voice chirped, as she popped her paci out of her mouth. Glowering at her ex-husband, Eily got to her knees between his legs, her nappy squishing unpleasantly between her thighs, swept her hair out of the way, and, hating what sheâd become almost as much as she hated him, and Jacob, and Isabelle and Kimberly and the whole game show that had got her into this situation, she slid her plump lips down over his cock. Instinct took over, and the former ruthless corporate mastermind started sucking his dick like a whore. Her mind had been stripped of all her knowledge of how to run a business, but it had been filled instead with the knowledge of how to clench her pussy or work her tongue in just the right way to get a man to spunk inside her. In fact, she remembered vividly being the best in her class at blowjobs. She recalled, even though she knew it was fake, declaring proudly that she was the best cocksucker in the country. Sheâd got into a catfight with Jasmine over that (was Jasmine even real?) and theyâd both ended up getting spanked over their teacherâs knee. Her naughty bottom had been blazing for a whole week. But that hadnât happened, she reminded herself angrily. It hadnât!
Her head bobbed up and down on her ex-husbandâs cock. She slurped and drooled messily, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, pausing only to suck on his balls or take brief gasps of air. Her pussy was soaked, and she hated herself for it. Surely that was something the game show had done to her. There was no way sheâd actually be getting aroused by this otherwise! But she couldnât help herself humping her privates against her pee-soaked nappy as she sucked her ex-husband off.
She made eye contact with him, flashing him a look of loathing, but he only laughed at the sight of her glaring up at him with a mouth full of cock. As her lips pouted around his manhood, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her face down into his crotch, shoving his dick fully into her mouth. He groaned as he came inside her. Eily hated the taste of cum, but she had no choice but to swallow his load, or else choke. âI love whatâs happened to you,â her ex-husband moaned, still cumming down her throat. âThis is what you deserve. Youâll spend the rest of your days as my baby bitch!â He slumped in his seat, spent, and Eily pushed off his cock with a huge intake of breath. She fell back on the floor, wrinkled her nose in revulsion as he perky bottom sank into the wet padding of her diaper. Her pussy was aching, but she wasnât about to degrade herself further, if such a thing were possible, by rubbing out an orgasm in front of him. Not after that.
âMay I please have a diapie change now, Daddy?â she asked politely, wishing she could speak to him the way she wanted.
Her ex-husband considered her for a moment. He was still breathing heavily. âNo,â he said, finally.
âBut⌠but Daddy!â Eily whined. Inside her head, she was screaming at him in fury. âBut you said!â
âIâve changed my mind. I donât fancy dealing with your pissy pants right now, Eily. Go back to work. Your nappy will hold for a while longer.â
âOkay, Daddy,â Eily pouted, white hot with anger. She got up unsteadily and headed for the door.
âBut before you go back,â her ex-husband said, stopping her. She turned around to see him grinning maliciously. âI want you to poop your pants.â
For a moment Eily just stared at him with her mouth open. Then her shock gave way to rage once again. But she knew there was nothing she could do about it. âYes, Daddy!â she said, fantasizing about taking back her company and kicking him out onto the street. Clenching her fists, trembling with rage and humiliation, the ex-CEO got to work on her latest project â making a stinky in her diaper.
This caption is for a very shy diaper girl. Sheâs a widdle scared of the world knowing who she is. But I do!
âOh my gosh, this is so cute! It looks just like a real nursery! She actually lives like this? Isnât she older than me?â
You cower behind Daddy as the new woman Daddy brought home takes in your nursery. They discuss you and your diapers so casually, so matter-of-factly that you feel like the toddler she obviously thinks you are.
âSeriously, I canât right now. I mean, look at all the colors, the decorations, the diaper supplies! Ugh, itâs adorable! Iâd have no idea this was an adultâs room if it wasnât for the massive crib, changing table, and stacks of oversized diapers!â
Daddy laughs. âAdult? Donât get it confused, my little pamper packer here may be older than you, but sheâs not an adult, are you, Princess?â
You feel your face burning as they both look at you expectantly. âN-nuh uh, Daddy, not adult,â you whisper, knowing not to disobey Daddy in front of company.
âGood girl,â Daddy coos, giving your diaper a playful slap.
âSheâs adorable! So well behaved, too!â she says, her voice thick with derision.
âThank you! Sheâs Daddyâs special girl!â
Her face suddenly lights up. âNo way, is she actually peeing herself?!?â she screams excitedly.
Daddy looks over at you. You look back at them, confused. Youâre not peeing, that much you know. You would know if you were.
âOh my god, she is!â she screams, âlook at her diaper! You can see her tinkles spreading! I canât believe it!â
You grab your diaper, still positive sheâs making it up. Until you feel your diaper. Itâs warm. Your eyes are wide in terror.
Before you can do anything her hand is reaching down at your diaper, grabbing it as your pee continues to flow. âItâs so warm and thick! Youâre actually peeing yourself in front of us like a baby!â
Daddy looks at you, his face both confused and excited. âDid you know you were peeing yourself, Princess?â
âI-I-IâŚ,â your eyes fill with tears, âD-daddy!!!â
âOh, come here, silly,â Daddy says, wrapping you in his arms, âlooks like youâre finally unpotty trained! You should be excited!â
Becoming unpotty trained had been your goal when you started wearing diapers. But that was before you truly understood the reality of life as Daddyâs diaper girl.
All you wanted was to wear diapers. Maybe have Daddy tease you here and there for them. Just basic, casual fun.
Like all diaper girls, you thought you could have your cake and eat it too. Itâs adorably naĂŻve.
You actually believed you could wear diapers 24/7, having Daddy care for you, check and change your diapers and still be treated like an adult. Itâs absurd.
If you wear diapers like a baby, squat down and fill your diapers with stinkies like a baby, and rely on your caregiver to change your diapers like a babyâsurely you cannot expect to be treated anything but a baby.
âWait!â she screams, âsheâs unpotty trained?! Like sheâs been wearing diapers so long she actually needs them? Thatâs so pathetic!â
Itâs too much for you. You wonât let some girl younger than you tease you.
âIâm not a baby, you bitch!â you scream, stomping your feet.
You knew you were in trouble the moment you said it. Daddy looked at you as if you just slapped him. Thick, heavy silence hung in the room as they both stared at you.
âI-I-I d-didnât m-mean it, D-daddy,â you sob.
More silence.
Daddy looks over at her. âIâm sorry, Claire. She knows better than to act like a little brat.â
âItâs okay, poor thing probably couldnât help it!â
âItâs not okay, is it, kiddo?â Daddy asks you sternly.
âN-no D-daddy, I n-not allowed to u-use n-naughty words anymoreâŚâ
âThatâs right! And what happens when you do?â
âI h-have to l-lay over y-your lapâŚâ
âGood girl. Do you have anything to say to Claire first?â
You look over to Claire, forcing yourself to ignore the smirk on her face. âI-Iâm s-sorry for calling you a naughty word, C-claire,â you say sheepishly.
âItâs okay, little one. I know you didnât mean it!â
Daddy reaches out his hand for you. You reluctantly grab it and follow him to your crib. Daddy puts the bars down and sits on the edge. He looks at you expectantly.
You hesitate, not wanting Claire to watch Daddy spank you. You couldnât bear the thought of her watching you get spanked like some naughty toddler.
âB-butâŚDaddyâŚ,â you mutter, looking at Claire.
Daddy only smiles. âClaire stays, babygirl. If you didnât want her to see you get punished, you shouldnât have been naughty. Lay down. Now.â
As you move toward Daddy, he suddenly stands up. âOh, I almost forgot! Now that youâre unpotty trained, I canât risk you tinkling on me!â
Daddy heads to the closet, bringing a package of puppy pads out. He opens it, unfolding one and placing it on his lap.
Claire loses it, giggling uncontrollably. âA puppy pad?!? Stop, thatâs so embarrassing, even for a diaper girl! But I guess itâs necessary if she canât hold her tinkles!â
Red-faced, you stand in front of Daddy as he rips the tabs off your diaper. The cold air forces you to shiver as your diaper is removed. He balls it up and hands it to you to hold.
âOn my lap, babygirl,â he says sternly.
You lay down on Daddyâs lapâand the puppy padâmore humiliated than youâve ever been in your life. You hold on to the diaper in your hand, doing your best to cover it up.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Claireâs laughter fills the room as Daddyâs spanking pauses. Tears pour down your face as you realize how infantile and pathetic you must look to Claire.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
More laughing. You look around your nursery. The monument to your place in life. You see all the horrifically infantile designs, the pastel colors, the supplies to keep you pathetically pampered.
You take it in. Everything in the room made you so beautifully squirmy when they were added. Itâs was all so hot. But as you look at itâthrough Claireâs eyesâyou realize how far youâve fallen.
She doesnât see you as an adult. She sees you as a toddler. Youâre not a threat to her. Youâre a cute sideshow. Sheâs going to sleep with Daddy tonight, not you.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
All the cute baby-patterned diapers and accessories that you loved so much stare back at you, each with a life of its own. They mock you, gloating that they trapped you in their world.
They know what you are. A helpless, diaper-dependent baby. They know this isnât an adults roomâitâs yours.
The only sex that would ever happen in this room is between Daddy and any woman he brings in here. A woman getting off knowing what you are. Proving sheâs better than you.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
By now your butt is on fire. Your whimpers fueling Claireâs laughter. She canât get enough of this pathetic display.
Daddyâs hand strokes your hair before turning your face to look at him. You look at him through your tears.
âI-I âm sorry, Daddy!â you plead, âI w-wonât use naughty words again, I promise!â
âI know you wonât, babygirl. Letâs get you in another diaper.â
You timidly stand up, hiding from Claireâs smirking. You preemptively head for the changing table.
âHAHAHHA no way!â Claire goads, âdid she really pee on the puppy pad?â
Horrified, you look back. Daddy holds up the pad clearly wet with pee. You cover your face, too ashamed to meet anyoneâs gaze.
âLetâs get you in a new diaper before you leak all over the floor, Princess.â
You obediently lay on the changing table, still covering your face.
âCan she wear this diaper?â Claire says, holding up your thick night time diaper.
âThatâs what I was going to put her in! Gotta get this lil stinker in her night time diaper before bed!â
Claire watchesâon commentsâon the entire diaper change. You whimper through the whole thing. Halfway through, Daddy gave you your paci, which you happily accepted.
Once your diaper was taped on, Daddy helped you off the table, leading you to your toddler chair and table.
He sits you down, bringing you paper and a box of crayons.
âI want you to write an apology letter to Claire while we go have some fun. And it better be good.â
âB-but,â you beg, âI need a pen!â
âA pen?â Daddy scoffs, âyou have crayons here! Diaper girls donât need pens! Diaper girls use crayons, silly!â
With that, they head out. Your stomach sinks watching Claire all over Daddy.
You get to work, writing your apology letter to the woman who took your man. As you write, you hear them in the next room over. You try to ignore the moaning as you write.
âDear Claire, Iâm sorry I used naughty words. Daddy said I should never use those words when addressing an adult like youâŚâ
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