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Babe or Billionaire - Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2022-02-28 20:33:03 +0000 UTC“That’s it for voting this round!” Jacob called out. “Let’s see the results!” He turned to face the giant screen. “For Isabelle, the winning penalty is… Babyish Expressions! Congratulations, Izzy! I’m sure you’re going to look adorable!”
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.
“No!” she whined, as the mirror was brought out from behind stage and stood in front of her. “I look like such a stupid-head!” 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.
“Awww,” Jacob cooed tauntingly, “you’ve got such a cute grumpy-face, Izzy! It’ll be worth teasing you just to see that precious little pout of yours!”
Isabelle just whimpered in reply. What was she going to do?! Even if she won, she’d be stuck with one of her penalties forever! Why on Earth had she agreed to come on this stupid show?
“Moving on to Eily,” Jacob said, “the winning penalty is… Oral Fixation! A very fitting choice for our faux-innocent little minx!”
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.
“It’s almost a shame we won’t be hearing that innocent little voice so much, Eily,” Jacob went on, “but I think you’ll be far too busy putting those plump lips of yours to good use.”
Eily scowled at him furiously and opened her mouth – forgetting momentarily that her new voice would pass whatever insults she tried to use though a pathetic little-girly filter – 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 Eily’s 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.
“You look very cute, Eily,” said Jacob, “although I would have thought you were a little old to still be sucking your thumb. But you just don’t feel right without something shoved between those lovely red cockwrappers of yours, do you?”
“No, Sir,” 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!
“Good girl,” said Jacob with a wink. He turned back to the audience. “Remember everyone!” he called, gesturing towards the giant screen. “These are the points as they stand thus far – every round the girls win, or rather don’t lose, earns them a point. And there are only five more rounds to go!”
The screen displayed their scores:
Isabelle – 1
Kimberly – 1
Eily – 2
“Now, let’s move on to the sixth round, shall we?” Jacob grinned. “The theme for this round-”
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.
“Noooo!” Isabelle wailed, breaking down into hysterical tears as she finished filling her diapers. “I made a stinky!” she sobbed. “I don’t wanna be incon… incon… I wanna be potty trained again! I don’t wanna make yuck-yuck in my pants! Waaaaah!”
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.
“There, there, darling,” Jacob cooed gently, walking over to stroke Isabelle reassuringly on her back. “It’s okay. That’s what your nappies are for, sweetheart.”
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.
“Oh wow, you really had to go, didn’t you Izzy?” he asked, chuckling. “Aren’t you glad we put you in Pampers? You would have made such a big mess otherwise!” He let the waistband of her diapers snap back into place. “But I think you can wait a little while for a change. Since you’re incontinent now, you’ll have to get used to squishing around in stinky pants, and we’ve got to move onto the sixth round!” He walked back into the center of the stage with a horrible look of sadistic satisfaction on his face. “Fittingly, the theme for this round will be… Nappies! Now of course, two of our contestants already have padded bottoms, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get a little creative! Let’s get going, girls! It’s time for Babe! Or! Billionaire!”
Eily frowned nervously, her thumb bobbing away in her mouth. What would losing this round mean for her? She wasn’t 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 girls’ 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. She’d 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 hadn’t lost the potty training round, surely this one wouldn’t affect her, right?
“Uh-oh!” said Jacob happily. “I guess it’s back to nappies for you too, Eily! Let’s see…” He turned to the giant screen. “The choices for Eily’s new underwear are… Cloth Nappies! Or… Disposable Diapers! And for the third option… Training Pants!”
Eily mumbled something urgently behind her thumb. Then she yanked the drooly digit out of her mouth, blushing hotly. “But Sir!” she shrieked girlishly, “I don’t need to wear them!” She didn’t even have time to feel humiliated at how she’d automatically addressed him.
Jacob just chuckled. “You don’t understand, silly,” he said condescendingly. “That doesn’t matter. You’re going to wear nappies from now on. This is just to decide what kind.”
“But we already had the potty-training round!” Eily squealed.
“You’re still not understanding, sweetheart,” Jacob said, smiling sinisterly. “This isn’t about your potty-training level. You’ll still be completely continent after the audience makes its decision. You just won’t be able to use the toilet. You’ll be able to hold it as long as you like, of course, but sooner or later you’ll be going in your pants. I imagine you’ll lose your potty training over time anyway, but it will be by a more natural method. No nanites needed!”
He turned back to the crowd. “So which is it going to be for our favourite schoolgirl slash businesswoman?” he asked them, grinning broadly. “Thick 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!”
Comments
I'm enjoying the Game Show setting, unlike The Magician's Game there is no question on how much the contestants deserve this. They chose to take part in this game so everything that happens to them is their own fault. So I can just sit back and enjoy without feeling sympathy.
