Episode
Three
Morning came far too quickly.
Jessica growled at her alarm
clock and smashed it off with
her fist, just barely
resisting the urge to toss it out the window. She
spat out her thumb, blushing when she realized she'd probably been
sucking it all night.
She lay in bed for a moment,
running the events of the previous day through her mind. She
hadn't had any more dreams, but the one she' did have had kept her up
half the night, and it was still haunting her now. Her
gut told her it was significant...
but how could that be? It probably just meant she was nervous...
right? Could a dream actually
have any bearing on
real life?
The more time past, the more
aware she became...and it didn't take long for her to realize that
she was
quite warm... hot, really. Particularly in the crotch and butt
region... almost like she was wearing something heavy under the
sheets...
Reaching under the blankets,
she felt around and
gasped... what the hell am I wearing?
She flipped the blankets off and gazed down in horror... around her
waist, she was sporting
a pair of ultra-thick training panties-- the kind little girls wore!
She was barely able to choke
back a cry... Where did these come from?!
She screamed inwardly, thinking back to the previous evening, when
she'd confirmed she still had a thong
on...
The door blew open, and Jessica was so startled she let out a
small shriek as her mother came in. “Mom!” Jessica cried, tossing
the blanket back over her embarrassing panties. “What're you do--”
“How come you're still in bed?” Her mom scolded. She came
over and yanked the sheets off her. “Did you manage to stay dry
last night?” She asked with barely concealed exasperation, not even
waiting to hear her response before she reached down and felt the
crotch of her panties. Jessica elicited an outraged squeal.
“Mom!” She cried, wriggling as she tried and failed to evade
her mother's probing fingers.
“Hmm... Dry,” she said with genuine surprise. Jessica's ears
burned when her mother looked her in the eye and said: “Keep this
up and maybe you can finally earn your way back into big-girl
panties!”
“Mother!” Jessica screamed, cheeks turning red. :What's
going on? Why am I wearing these?!”
“I've been asking myself the same question, young lady! I
don't know how a girl yur age can have so many accidents... it's
disgusting, Jessica!
“C''mon, get up,” she said, tugging Jessica by the hand
until she was on her feet, feeling exceedingly ridiculous, cheeks
blazing bright red as she caught sight of herself in her mirror,
seeing her big thick panties in all their gloriously embarrassing
detail. They were pale pink, the waistband extended nearly up to her
bellybutton. The seat covered her entire bottom, and it was thickly
padded, not just across the seat, but between the legs as well. The
material was hot, fuzzy flannel, and dotted with little cartoon
hearts. With her cheeks turning redder with each passing second, she
forced herself to look away from the mirror. She realized her mother
was still talking: “did you hear me, young lady? Get that butt in
the shower... you're late.” And with that, she propelled her
daughter into the hallway towards the bathroom with a sharp, open
handed swat to her thickly padded backside. Squawking, Jessica
hurried down the hall and into the bathroom, grateful for some
privacy.
Happily discarding her big bulky panties, She climbed into the
shower and soaped up, taking deep breaths to calm herself as she
tried to figure out what had happened... and what she was going to do
next. She now understood what The Master had said about
“consequences”... but what could she do about it? Not to mention
that, according to him, the changes would be permanent if she didn't
pass her test... suddenly, Jessica was incredibly nervous. She vowed
at that moment to be on her best behaviour until the test was
finished... and that she would finally knuckle down and do some
studying tonight!
She switched off the shower and stepped out of the tub. The door
opened, her mother breezed right in. Jessica squealed, ridiculously
covering her nudity as her mother took a towel from the rack and
began drying her daughter off.
“Mom!” Jessica cried, squirming in place like a naughty two
year old. “Stop! I can do it my—OW!” she squealed as her mother
reached up and delivered a swat to her bare, wet, jiggling rump.
“I've just about had it with you, Jessica,” she said,
vigorously drying her hair and skin. “I told you that you're
running late. Sit still and let me get you ready or you're going to
be sitting on a very red bottom in class today!”
Jessica blushed, fuming, biting her lip to keep from throwing a
tantrum as her mother dried her off.
Once they were finished, Jessica's mother took her by the hand
and dragged her into the hall towards her bedroom. Jessica
reluctantly went along, merely grunting when her mother ordered her
to lay on the bed face down (punctuated with another swat to
Jessica's bare rump.) With her mouth pursed into a tight line,
Jessica did as she was told, stretching out on her tummy and burying
her face int the bed, blushing furiously when she imagined what she
must look like with her bare ass, still tingling from the swats she'd
received, stuck up and glowing in the air behind her. Her mother came
over, took a bottle of baby powder from off the nightstand, and
started dusting it across the rounded hillocks of her daughter's
plump buttocks. Jess squawked and bucked on the bed with
embarrassment when she realized what was happening.
“I've had enough of your silliness, young lady!” her mother
thundered. She plucked something off the nightstand, brought it up to
her daughter's lips. Shocked, Jessica opened her mouth without
thinking, and that was how she found herself sucking on a pacifier.
“Keep quiet and stop being silly,” her mother commanded, and
Jessica forced herself to lay still as her mother first powdered her
derriere, then patted it into her cheeks before being unceremoniously
rolled onto her back.
Jessica squeezed her eyes shut, groaning in humiliation as the
process was repeated on her crotch, blushing furiously as her mother
patted it into her pussy. Her chest and armpits were next. “To make
sure you smell nice,” her mother explained. Sucking her soother the
whole time, Jessica felt like a powdered donut by the time she was
finished.
“Up,” her mom commanded simply, and she was pulled to her
feet, nude, smelling of baby powder, and sucking a pacifier like a
three year old. Shifting from foot to foot nervously, she watched her
mother go around the room and gather up some clothes. “Lift up,”
she said, threading first one foot, then the other through the
leg-holes of her panties and tugging them up her legs, pulling the
seat firmly into place against her bottom. Jessica blushed when she
realized they were another pair of embarrassing little girl training
panties-- these ones white with fat red strawberries.
“But I don't wanna wear these!” She wailed, near tears. Her
mother snorted.
“Well, stop peeing and pooping your pants, then,” she said,
in such an off-handed, matter of fact manner that Jessica felt
foolish for asking.
At least I don't have to dress like a baby, Jessica
thought, relieved when she was dressed in a modest skirt and matching
blouse. Her panties were well concealed... but they were still all
thick and hot and fuzzy against her butt and up between her legs. She
squeezed and shifted her thighs, flushing when the panties firmly
rode up between her legs, pressing up against her privates in a most
delightful way.
“OK... All ready,” Jessica's mom said, “get your butt down
to the kitchen for breakfast, missy,” she said, sending her
daughter on her way with another well placed swat to her padded
bottom. With an embarrassed squeal, she took off as fast as her feet
would carry her.
She took a seat at the table, blushing, trying to get used to
the thick, fuzzy padding against her rump. Her mother eventually
materialized, and after a few minutes deposited a big, steaming bowl
of porridge on the table in front of her.
Jessica scooped up a spoonful and poured it back into the bowl,
crinkling her nose at it. Her mother stood next to her, hands on
hips.
“Eat,” she said sternly, and Jessica forced herself to
swallow a spoonful. Though not bad exactly, the porridge was bland
and sticky... all in all, Jess wished she was eating a pop-tart. “Can
I have coffee?” she asked meekly, desperately trying to avoid being
“naughty.”
Her mother just scoffed and set a glass of milk on the table in
front of her. Jessica pouted, but forced herself to choke down her
porridge and milk while her mother took a seat across from her,
sipping coffee and eating toast. Jess watched her enviously.
“OK,” said her mother rising when she'd finished her
breakfast, “get your stuff together... we're leaving in five
minutes.”
Jessica reluctantly climbed the stairs to her room, packed her
school back robotically, vividly aware of the thickly padded panties
against her bum with every move. She fretted, butterflies in her
stomach... could she avoid getting punished by the Master during
school? And could she keep her secret safe from her friends... and
enemies. She reddened when she realized she was sucking her thumb.
She spat it out, slung her bag over her shoulder and headed back down
the stairs before her mother started calling for her.
Jessica's Reaction
(Jess stares into the camera to recount the latest reactions to her experience.)
Jess: It’s totally messed up! He changed my underwear while I slept! I mean, c’mon! Stupid training panties.
(She blushes and takes her thumb out of her mouth.)
The Game Master: So Jess, enjoying yourself?
Jess: No! It’s humiliating!
GM: Would you say it’s… humbling?
Jess: You twisted son of a-!
(She
makes a move to hit him. A couple seconds later she sits there,
puzzled. She's sitting bolt upright and sucking Her thumb. He laughs.)
GM: That won’t work
Jess: How did you get my Mom to play along?
GM:
Same way I made you wear training panties while you slept, same way I
invaded your dream and played with it. Don’t worry, your Mom is fine.
So, Jessica, tell me; do you still think you can win?
Jess: Y-yes I do. All I have to do is buckle down and study. Just pass my exams and then I win!
GM: Good luck with that Jess. Now, run along to class. Wouldn’t want to be late. That’s quite immature
(He laughs as she pouts to the camera.)