Still in a sulky
mood after her spanking, Alice retreated indoors away from the rest of the
crowd, searching half-heartedly for an egg. Her tushy was still steaming from
her spanking-- she fumed at the indignity of it. As the CEO of a huge,
multi-national corporation she deserved better treatment than this—and she
certainly had better things to do with her precious time! All thoughts of
winning or losing had been set aside—she was focused completely on getting the
hell out of here, before something really bad happened to her!
She wandered
through the palatial home, opening cabinets and closets, listlessly searching
for one of the eggs, thinking. Even if she did find one, there was only a one
in three chance that it was a wish—and she gathered from the Master’s tone that
the other “prizes” weren’t going to be anything anybody actually wanted.
Worse, Destiny
seemed to be following her, trying to catch her eye, but Alice wasn’t going for
it—not only was Destiny a walking, talking reminder of her earlier humiliation,
Alice blamed her for her roasted rump as much as the Master. They were supposed
to be partners! Grimacing as she felt the seat of her rough, cotton panties
rubbing roughly up against her throbbing bottom, Alice vowed anew that she’d
make Destiny pay for selling her out.
And the, to her
own complete surprise, she stumbled upon the egg, hidden, almost in plain
sight, on the mantle above the fireplace, just behind a picture of the Master
of his arm around George W. Bush. She took it out and held it in her hands.
Wrapped neatly in brown foil, it sat perfectly in the palm of her hands. She
eyed it warily, thinking; the odds were one in three against her, and good
things rarely came in brown wrapping—especially in this place!
There was a small
noise behind her, and Alice was suddenly aware that Destiny was coming toward
her. A scheme began to form… smirking to herself, Alice replaced the egg on the
mantle, this time in plain sight, before retreating into the next room,
smirking to herself—one good turn deserves another, bitch, she thought with a
nasty chuckle.
Destiny tried to
remain inconspicuous as she trailed Alice through the house. It was just so
ridiculous - five grown women, dressed like children, being forced to run
around on an Easter egg hunt... But that didn't mean she wasn't going to do it.
She had no real choice, but even if she did, that wish was still out there. At
the very least, it would get her out of here, maybe while making her famous at
the same time. It was humiliating, no doubt about it, but she had to admit she
was glad not to be Brittany or Margaret, with their diapers peeking out from
beneath their frilly skirts. She was pretty sure that was the only way this
could be worse.
She happened to
catch Alice's eye, then quickly turned away. The woman was clearly not happy
with her. Couldn't Alice see she hadn't had any choice?! If she should be mad
at anyone, it should be the Master! Destiny almost started to get mad at Alice
for how unfair she was being, but she supposed she couldn't really blame her
too much. She wanted to try to explain - and maybe even apologize if she had
to, even though she didn't think she'd done anything wrong - so she started to
follow the woman.
And that was how
she found the egg. It was hidden, but only slightly. Destiny’s eyes widened as
she grabbed it, holding it in her hand. This was it! It had been so easy...
That thought made her pause. If she'd been able to find it so easily, why
hadn't Alice noticed it? Had she left it there on purpose? Maybe it was her way
of showing Destiny that there were no hard feelings. Maybe she was just
pretending there were, to trick the other contestants, so they wouldn't know
the two were allies!
Briefly, Destiny
considered catching up to Alice and finding a way to inconspicuously slip the
egg to Alice, to show her that she understood. But the more she stared at it,
the more sure she was that this was the one that was going to grant the eater a
wish. That would make it an even better gesture for her fellow teammate... But
it would also mean giving the wish up for herself. She didn't want to do that.
Besides, Alice had left it for her, hadn't she? She must have wanted her to
have it. Or maybe she hadn't even noticed it at all, in which case Destiny had
found it fair and square.
Almost giddy, she
unwrapped the brown foil and popped the chocolate egg into her mouth. She
looked around for the Master as she chewed, wondering if he'd give her the wish
right away, or if they'd have to wait for the other two to be found.
The chocolate was
delicious… not the crap you bought in the supermarket, but real milk chocolate,
silky and thick. Destiny savored it on her tongue and let it trickle down her
throat.
She'd barely even
swallowed it before she felt a massive cramp in her stomach; at the same time,
she felt her underwear growing strangely tight. She furrowed her brow in
confusion, wiggling a little. It felt like something was in there, something
warm and thick, and still growing... There was a loud burst of flatulence,
making her roll her eyes and look around for Brittany, sure she was pooping her
diaper yet again, the disgusting girl.
Then, in a
horrifying moment of clarity, Destiny realized it was coming from herself. “No,”
she whispered, confirming her fears with a wriggle of her rump, feeling nauseas
at the thick, goopy sensation plastering the seat of her panties. "No!"
she wailed. "Not again!" She was pooping her pants on TV for the
second day in a row! This time, there had been no warning, no hope of stopping
it, no chance to do anything but stand there, terrified and disgusted, and let
it happen. She grunted, her body forcing her into a squat as it continued to
work, wave after wave of mushy mess pushing out into her poor panties. When she
looked down, she could see them, drooping down heavily, stained brown. They
were ruined, there was no doubt about that.
And she was still
going. Her stomach cramped, forcing a grunt out of her—she looked away, feeling
the filth start to squeeze its way out of her underwear and into her tights,
staining her inner thighs brown as she desperately, and without thinking,
pushed them together, trying to stop the flow and she burst into humiliated
tears.
Finally, it the
mess slowed to a halt. Carefully, she straightened herself back up. She looked,
and felt, even more like a little kid now, she realized, a little girl who had
been having so much fun searching for eggs she'd ignored her need to go to the
bathroom for just a little too long. She felt disgusting and dirty and wanted
nothing more than to waddle, bow-legged, up to her room and get cleaned up. It
just wasn't fair! Why had she gotten the worst egg?!
“Destiny?”
She cringed when
she heard his voice behind her. Slowly, trying desperately not to squish the
mess in her panties, she turned to face the Game Master, who watched her, arms
folded, a detached smirk on his face. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“I…” she
sniffled, shuffling her feet, not wanting to admit to the awful truth, yet
somehow finding the words spilling out of her anyway. “I had an accident…” she
said in a quivering voice before bursting into tears.
“Better get a move-on,” he
chided, turning and walking from the room, “that’s two down and only one to
go.”
She watched him go, sniffling.
Droopy, stinky panties or no, Destiny knew she should start searching again,
that she needed to find the wish, and use it to get out of this place
before she really messed up, and wound up with a consequence a lot
more permanent than poopy pants. Yet the idea of being seen by the other women
like this - especially Alice, and Brittany, whose poopy pants she'd refused,
quite vehemently, to change earlier - was too much for her to bear. That egg
had been easy to find, but it wasn't the real prize. Surely that one would be
harder to find. Maybe she'd have time to sneak upstairs, get herself cleaned
up, then come back down with a clear head and clean bottom and continue with
the game.
She wanted nothing more than to get that
wish, though she wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. Maybe she could wish
to have the world forget she was ever on this stupid show… then no one would
remember that she'd shit her pants twice and gotten spanked... but if they
forgot that, how can I get my comeback? She resolved that If she only had one
wish, she'd have to figure out some way to word it to get everything she
wanted, but that was going to be tough. Even tougher if she ran off to try to
hide her shame now. It wasn't like they hadn't seen her poop herself the day
before, and the ones who really mattered, the audience, had already seen this
"accident", too. But, even so, the more she thought about it, the
more she couldn't bear the thought of the other contestants knowing about this.
There would be other games, she was sure, and eventually, she was going to win.
She turned, started to make her way quickly and stealthily up to her room.
“PHEW-WEE!” She heard
behind her, “what’s that smell?”
Slowly, stiffly, Destiny
turned to look behind her. Alice stood in the doorway, somehow managing to look
smug, even dressed like a two year old—and why not? She wasn’t the one whose
panties were overflowing with poop, Destiny thought bitterly. Compared to
Destiny, she looked practically grown-up.
“Did you like the treat I left
for you?” Alice said with lazy self satisfaction. “It looked quite
delicious—but it seems to have disagreed with you, hasn’t it?” she chuckled.
Destiny stood by seething, shifting from foot to foot in her poopy panties.
“You—you BITCH!” she spat.
“Surly you don’t blame me? You
should have known your fate was sealed the moment you laid your hands on my
bottom you peasant! And did you honestly think the prize would come in a BROWN
wrapper? In this place?” She giggled to herself. “You’re going to be stuck
doing diaper commercials for the rest of your life now!”
Destiny stammered, trying to
think of something to say in response, but nothing came. She knew Alice was
right—who was going to want to work with her now? How could anyone see her as
anything other than a joke now? Lips quivering, she started to bawl.
“Where did you think you were
going, anyway?” Alice asked, smirking. "Running away? The game isn't over
yet. I'm going to find the real egg, and then I'm going to make you watch as I
eat it. Now come on, poopy pants."
Destiny whimpered and squirmed as
Alice clamped one hand firmly on her wrist and started to drag her away from
the stairs, away from her bedroom and the nice, cleansing shower inside, and
closer to the other girls, giving the cameras even more time to give the viewers
at home a good view of her full panties as she toddled helplessly beside the
larger woman, not quite able to break free of her grip...
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