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Babe or Billionaire - Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2022-04-28 21:32:22 +0000 UTC“Voting’s done for this round,” Jacob announced. “Let’s see the results! Starting with Eily, the winning penalty is… Bubble Butt!”
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 didn’t stay that way for long – soon her huge adult nappy was straining to contain a round, fuckable bubble butt. Eily looked over her shoulder and down at her rear with her mouth hanging open. She now had a bottom that made Isabelle’s look positively plain by comparison – or at least she would have had if it wasn’t for the absurd diaper wrapped around it, clashing ridiculously with her new highly-feminine rump. She looked like a fucking fetish pornstar!
“Excellent!” Jacob said happily, delivering a couple of swats to what little of Eily’s tushy wasn’t covered by her baby pants and making it jiggle. “That’s better. More fitting for a sexy schoolgirl like you, wouldn’t you agree Eily? Your butt’s just perfect for having cocks rammed up it, don’t you think?”
Eily seethed internally. “No fank you,” she heard herself say politely.
“No?” Jacob asked in mock surprise. “Are you sure, sweetie? Because you definitely look like the kind of lady who’s always bouncing her arse up and down on someone’s dick.”
Eily wished she could claw out his eyes. She could hear the audience tittering in the background. “Dat’s not vewy nice,” she pouted.
“Sure it is, silly girl,” Jacob corrected her, slowly and patronisingly. “I’m telling you what a pretty little bottom you have. Isn’t that a nice thing to say to someone? That they’re pretty?”
Eily tried to tell him to fuck off. Instead she said, “Uh-uh! Fank you, Jacob!”
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. “Moving on to this round’s second little loser, it’s time to see what Izzy’s penalty is! The result for our favourite little model will be… Flat Chested!”
Isabelle screamed and clutched desperately at her chest. The audience laughed and cheered delightedly at her panic.
“Oh dear, Izzy,” Jacob chuckled. “Looks like it’s time to say bye-bye to your precious boobies, honey!”
“No!” Isabelle wailed, even as her breasts began to shrink in her hands. “No! No! No!” 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. “Give them back!” she sobbed.
“Sorry sweetie, but you know the rules,” said Jacob, mock pityingly. “All changes are permanent unless you win the game and undo them. So you’d better knuckle down and win unless you want to be stuck with that pair of mosquito bites for the rest of your life!”
“But it’s a big stupid game of wock, paper, scissors!” Isabelle cried, furious tears pouring down her cheeks as she mourned the loss of her womanly breasts. “It’s not fair! How am I supposed to work harder?”
“I don’t know, sweetie,” Jacob said, shrugging. “You’re the one playing, not me. And speaking of which, it’s 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 that’s still time plenty of time for things to change! Now, it’s time to play Babe! Or! Billionaire! The theme for round eight will be… Education! Let’s see what level our three contestants are going to end up at!”
The screens on the back of the women’s 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. She’d almost finished law school! She couldn’t just lose all the work she’d 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. “Congratulations, girls! Another three-way tie! It’s looks like none of you are getting away this round. Let’s see what the penalties are! Starting with Isabelle, the options are… Preschool Level! Or Special Education!”
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?
“Then for Kimberly,” Jacob continued, “the choices are… Primary School Level! Or Totally Illiterate!”
Kimberly whimpered and squirmed in her slightly wet training pants. Her future as a lawyer would be totally ruined! She’d either forget everything she’d learned since the age of eleven, or she’d end up as some moron who couldn’t even read or write!
“And lastly,” said Jacob, “the options for Eily’s penalties are… Secondary School Level! Or Sex Education!”
Eily cringed. Secondary School Level didn’t sound so bad compared to everyone else’s 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?
“Alright viewers,” Jacob called, “it’s 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 can’t 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!”
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So happy to see my suggestion put into play!
