Day Two: The Thrilling Conclusion!

Thanks to everyone who voted!

“…And the results are in,” the Master said with his trademark devilish smile.

     “Our winner by a landslide, racking up an impressive 37% of the votes… Lucy Smith!”

     Lucy flushed with elation, but managed to remain stoic.

     “Coming in a distant second with 16% of the vote… Destiny Starr!”

     Though still seated firmly in a pair of panties packed with poop, Destiny grinned triumphantly—and he’d even remembered to use her stage-name! Though her smile slowly began to fade as she thought back to how much higher the percentage of votes Lucy had gotten was. She had been so sure that she would wipe the floor with everybody when it came to these votes, and yet this unknown little goody two-shoes had gotten over 20% more votes than her! And she only got more discouraged as she heard how close the rest of the race had been.

      “Miss Maggie Stern is next, trailing Destiny by just a single vote to garner 15% of the vote.”

     Maggie exhaled shakily, her stomach still wrapped up in knots. I’ve still got time to get back to normal, she reassured herself.

     “And coming in right behind Margret, in a statistical tie at 15%, our resident poop machine—Brittany Philips!”

      Brittany nearly cried with relief… She didn’t even mind that she’d just been referred to as a ‘poop machine’ on national TV.

     “And that jus leaves… our odd woman out,” he grinned, slowly turning toward Alice, who was uncharacteristically silent. The others followed his gaze, and Alice, a strange, tingling heat spreading up her back, across her neck and into her face, realized that everyone was looking at her. She knew, with a nauseating hollowness inside herself, that she’d lost… her fate was now in a pair of very unfriendly hands.

     “I—I demand a recount!” she demanded with all the force she could muster.

     “The results have already been triple checked per show policy,” said the master.

     “I want to speak to my lawyer!” she asserted, not quite able to hide the tremble in her voice.

     “Alice—you’ve lost and there’s nobody who can help you now.”

     Alice sputtered impotently; she couldn’t find the right words. There was another unfamiliar sensation, cold and hard in her stomach: fear.

     “Look—this is insane!” she finally managed. “OK, look, here’s what I propose—we take another vote.” She was tingling all over; adrenalin, I guess, she thought to herself before pressing. “Yes… we do the whole thing over again, this time with more oversights and regulations.” She was getting really hot now, and the sensation was very uncomfortable. “I mean, I’m not a sore loser or anything, I just want to make sure everything’s fair…”

     Damn it! What are these idiots staring at? She thought irritably, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “So what do you guys think?” she said, surprising herself with a voice that sounded higher. What the hell was that? she thought, touching her throat. Had she just imagined it?

     “Goddamnit, what are you stupid fucking assholes staring at!” she peeped in her helium high voice. “What the hell?! Why do I sound like a chipmunk?!”

      Suddenly, Alice realized that she’d maintained her grip on Destiny’s hand the whole time, like an overbearing mommy. And that Destiny’s hand was crushing hers.

     “Owuch!” she said suddenly, trying to wrench her hand from Destiny’s grip. “What’s the matter with you, you jerk? Are you trying to…”

     She looked over into the seat next to her with a gasp. When they’d arrived, she’d had at least five inches on the shrimpy Destiny… but now Alice had to crane her head to look up. She was six inches shorter now!

     The pain in her hand went away, but the grip remained firm. Alice continued to struggle to free herself to no avail. “Leggo!” she cried in her cute little voice. She was shrinking even faster now, her clothes growing looser by the second, until they were starting to slip off her.

     “Do something! Help me, you idiots!” she squealed in her fear and rage. Her feet were dangling off the floor now, her shoes lying on the floor where they fell. Her clothes engulfed her, and for a moment she nearly disappeared inside the folds and ruffles of her little girl dress. “Get me outta here!” she cried furiously, kicking and struggling against the vast quilts her clothes had become.

     The other contestants just stared, dumbfounded at what they’d seen… all except Destiny, who had finally found something to smile about in spite of the rapidly cooling and hardening pile in her pants. Alice’s attempts to bully her had backfired in a big way—now the shoe was on the other foot, and Destiny had every intention of paying her back in kind.

     “What’s the matter, darling?” she asked mischievously, rising to her feet to loom over her former antagonist. Alice cringed and shrank back in her chair.

     “S-s-stay away!” she cried, horrified to find her tiny, pleading voice almost totally lacking its former authority. “Don’t come near me!”

     Destiny ignored her—with a mischievous, cat-who-swallowed-the-canary grin, she reached down and began undressing Alice, releasing her from the cavernous former clothing. At last Alice sat, blushing and naked, her tiny body as perfectly sculpted and proportioned as is had been before—only now, it was all contained in a package the size of a two year old. She shyly covered up—she could feel every eye in the room on her. She was dizzy, breathing heavy… part of her thought it had to be a dream.

     “Woah! Lookin’ good, Allie!” Destiny cackled, reaching down to tuck her hands under Alice’s underarms and lifting the shell-shocked woman from her seat.

     “Put me down!” she demanded. But Destiny wasn’t listening—she held the squirming, struggling, baby-sized woman at arm’s length, taking in her finely crafted, miniature nakedness with an amused smile. Alice kicked and squirmed in the air, her perfect little breasts and chubby little rump jiggling in time with her movements.

       “But you’re so cute now!” Destiny gushed. She brought Alice toward her face, dangling and cursing, as Destiny pressed her full, wet lips against her tiny bare tummy and blowing a loud raspberry. Alice squealed and kicked, giggling uncontrollably. “I just wanna eat you up!” She leaned in for another raspberry. Alice cringed and blushed and shrieked with laughter. “I'd better be careful," Destiny chuckled. "I wouldn't want you to get too excited and have an accident! But you know…” said Destiny, moving back toward her chair, “I’m still kind of mad at you…”

     She slowly settled into her chair with a small squish, wincing again at the sensation of the mess flattening beneath her, only making her more determined to get her revenge. Alice was pitched foreword and upended. Dazed, she came to the slow realization that she was laying across Destiny’s lap for the second time today. Wide eyed and stuttering, she looked over her shoulder at her tormentor, who regarded her with a nasty smile. Reaching out, Destiny patted the tiny bare tushy in front of her. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” She said, relishing the role of the stern mommy.     “L-l-look, Destiny… let’s not do anything rash!” Alice squeaked, squirming uselessly across the younger woman’s lap, gasping and kicking as she patted and pinched the adorable little bare bottom before her.

     “What’s that? I can’t hear you down there!” Destiny crowed triumphantly, delivering a semi-had swat to Alice’s little bare bottom. Alice cried out in pain and outrage, kicking and struggling futilely across the large lap beneath her. Pinned and spanked as she squawked and fought futilely, Alice was forced to confront the fact that she felt just like a little girl barely out of diapers.

     Destiny was careful to adjust her blows to Alice’s new size, delighted just to have the opportunity to heap a little more humiliation on her nemesis before she was kicked out of the house. Alice kicked and fought, but her opponent was so much stronger it was like fighting an elephant. “OW! Stop! You bitch! Ow! Oh! This is—Yeow! You can’t do this to me!”

     “I can’t?” Destiny’s voice dripped with sarcasm. She delivered a stout whack to Alice’s squirming derriere. “That’s odd,” she said, delivering another stinging smack. “I don’t seem to be having any trouble on my end,” she said, emphasizing her point with another smack. “How about you, sweetie? How’re you doing down there?”

     “Lemme go you bitch! OOOWWWWW!”

     When Destiny was satisfied with the rosy hue she’d brought to her victim’s bottom, she released her grip on the shrunken woman. Instantly, Alice leapt from her lap and began performing an embarrassing war-dance, hopping from foot to foot, furiously rubbing her scalded behind, cursing and swearing. The other players, unable to contain their mirth at the sight of the miniature woman frantically trying to dance and rub the sting from her shrunken butt, burst out laughing at her misfortune. Furious, teeth clenched in anger, she turned to the audience to confront them.

     “You… ASSHOLES!!” she shouted angrily, still frantically trying to rub the sting from her hiney. “Laugh while you can, because you just made a big mistake, fuckers! You think this is going to stop me?! Turn me into a midget and spank me?! Just wait’ll I get out of here! I’ll ruin you—all of you!—even if it takes every penny that I have!”

     “But Alice,” said the master smugly, “it’s all gone.”

     “…What?” she asked quietly.

     “The money. The houses. The cars. The business. All your assets, including those Swiss accounts you thought nobody knew about. I’ve had it all liquidated and donated to the poor.”

     She felt faint. “Y… YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” she screamed.

     “Actually, if you’ll examine the contracts you signed when you first arrived, you’ll see that I can.”

     “But… that… I…” she looked up at him with wet eyes, all anger instantly deflated. “What’ll I…”

     “We’ll get that sorted out in a moment.”

     The two maids came over and swept her up, cradling her miniature body to their massive, perfumed bosoms. She squeaked in surprise, dizzy and disoriented as the carried her across the room. She clung to them nervously as they cooed sweet endearments to her.

     She was lowered gently, finding herself atop a padded surface, the two maids looming over her, grinning and softly tickling her. She realized with a start she was on the changing table. Pushed gently onto her back, she looked up at the two women above her and felt sick. Suddenly, it was all too clear what the master had in mind for her.

     “NO! No, please, you can’t do this to me!” she pleaded, overwhelmed by her helplessness.

     But the maids weren’t listening. One of them popped a pacifier into her mouth to extinguish her protests, the other reaching beneath the table to gather supplies.

      Moments later, she found herself in the midst of a sensual massage, the two giant women massaging her tiny body with oil, the strong, silky hands spreading it across every surface and into every nook and cranny. Alice couldn’t stifle a groan—in spite of everything that had happened, she felt so relaxed… and, she had to admit, quite horny. The maids flipped her onto her back and repeated the process. By the time they’d finished massaging her firm breasts until they were all slippery and oiled, she was desperately aroused, squirming and murmuring softly to herself.

     She squawked as the massage was suddenly cut short. She reluctantly opened her eyes and was greeted with the sight of two beautiful, smiling faces brandishing a big disposable diaper. Alice tightened and tried to wriggle away, but she was held in place by soft, well manicured hands. “No! Please! Not that! Anything but that!”

     “Don’t worry, Alice,” the Game Master said calmly, “I think you’re going to enjoy this.”

     She cried out in indignation as her ankles were grabbed by one set of hands while the other slid the diaper under her tushy. She screamed as, her soft oiled rump came into contact with the soft, fluffy seat of the diaper…

     … A bolt of erotic lightning surged through her body, starting at the point where her rump made contact with the seat of the diaper, a tingling sexual charge spreading into her loins and throughout her body. “Oh! Oh… God!” she cried, suddenly hornier than she’d ever been. Every other earthly concern dropped away, her entire being focused on the fire between her legs. She realized with a stab of horror that the Master must’ve given her some kind of pervy diaper fetish, but even that horrible revelation fell by the wayside as she felt baby powder raining down on her, filling the air with its sweet scent. The diaper was pulled firmly between her legs and folded up and fastened tightly around her waist.

     Alice couldn’t stifle a gurgling, orgasmic groan… instantly, her hand was down the front of her diaper, rubbing frantically. “Oh! Oh yes!” she cried, madly working her diapered clit like a woman possessed. The audience watched with equal parts amazement and amusement—how could such a tiny woman contain such sexual energy in her wee-little body?

     She exploded into orgasm with a shriek, her tiny body shuddering and convulsing on the changing table before collapsing into an exhausted heap. “Oh… my… God!” she spat, struggling to catch her breath. She rolled onto her side and looked at the Master, radiating exhaustion and hatred. “You… bastard! You… gave me… a diaper fetish?!”

     “If you’re not into that, I hate to see what you’re going to think about what happens when you finish masturbating now.”

     Alice went cold… how could it get worse? “What do you…?”

     A cramp squeezed her stomach, her bowels rumbling to life like a 747 inside her. Instantly, her colon filled. “No…”

     A fart exploded into her diaper, barely muffled by the thick seat. Alice tried to tighten her sphincter, found it totally unresponsive… she let out a startled grunt, a cramp noisily pushing an involuntary gush of mushy poop into the seat of her diaper. “Oh no!” she cried, the seat of her diaper expanding visibly as she loaded it with another volcanic eruption totally against her will. Her mouth gapped, all her attempts to regain control failing completely, and anus opening wide against her will as she added further installment with a noisy, gassy accompaniment.

     She tried to feel outraged at this transgression against her…

     … But as she felt the big, mushy load shifting in her diaper, she realized she was getting aroused again. She sat back with a shaky gasp, the big mushy dump in her pants squishing everywhere. “Oh… oh my…” she reached up and took her breasts into her hands, squeezing and fondling them as she squirmed her butt around in her dirty diaper.

     “Eeewww, she’s masturbating in that dirty, stinky diaper!” Destiny cried gleefully for the benefit of everyone watching.

     “No time for love, sweetie,” the Master said, lifting Alice off the table and setting her on the floor. Alice squealed, her thwarted libido almost making her cry. She was quickly dressed by the maids, plastic pants drawn up over her dirty diaper, adorable booties tied to her feet, and finally a cute pink nightie pulled over her head, so wispy you could clearly make out her nipples through the fabric.

     “Hey! Stop that! At least change my diaper first!” she demanded, blushing when she realized what she was saying.

     “Sorry honey,” said the Master, “but we’ve got to get a move on if we want you in place with your new parents in time!”

     “N-n-n-new family?” Alice whispered.

     “The Dovers from Utica; they just lept at the chance to adopt you when I showed them your picture!”

     The screen at the back of the room suddenly lit up, displaying a picture of Alice as a baby, no more than a few months old. “This is how people are going to see you when you leave the house, even though you won’t be sacrificing that Babalisious body. Everyone is going to see and treat you as the baby you appear to be to everyone but yourself… isn’t that great?”

     Overwhelmed, Alice screamed. “NO! Please! You can’t, you just can’t do this to me!”

      “It’s already done, darling Alice.” She smiled at her, putting his fingers in position to snap. “Here’s hoping you’re a little more successful with your new life than you were with your last one.”

     “NNNNNOOOOOOOO—“

     And with a snap of the Game Master’s fingers, she vanished into thin air.

     The other contestants looked at each other. There wasn't one of them who could say she was too concerned for Alice's well being.But each one was nauseous at the idea that it could have been any one of them-- and still could be very soon. "W-where did she go?" Lucy asked worriedly.
    "Let's just say she's being taken care of..."

The room was dark, but she could see mid-afternoon sunlight blazing in from around thick curtains. The air was sweet with the scent of powers, lotions and oils. She was on a thickly padded mattress, surrounded by pillows and blankets. On all sides, a set of large bars loomed above her… crib bars, she realized with a blush. It was a nursery.

     She sat back, the loaded diaper squishing under her. She tried to pout, but the massively bulging diaper beneath her, the warm, mushy load squishing against her buttocks and spurting up her butt crack just felt so good now… she was disgusted to find that she was getting aroused again. “Oh that bastard,” she whispered in the darkness, squishing her rump around in the sloppy mess inside her diaper, her pussy growing moist. Reclining onto a large fluffy pillow, she reached down to rub herself through the front of her diaper, the poopy mess in her diaper squishing and shifting under her. She wanted desperately to stop, but the awful, greasy sensation mushing around her rear end was just such a turn on. It wasn’t long before she was racing blindly toward orgasm once more. “You… utter… bastard!” she cried, cursing the Master as she came in her soiled diaper.

     For a moment she lay back, actually managing a satisfied smile. Disgusting or not, she had to admit it did feel pretty damn good—she found herself craving a cigarette.

     A noisy, burbling cramp inside her reminded her of what the Master had told her, confirming to her that her auto-erotic adventures now carried with them a heavy price. “Oh no!” she cried, tightening her anus against the sensation of her colon filling. “Not again!”

     She sat up ram-rod straight, her poopy diaper squelching beneath her, and placed her full weight on her rump, trying to use her body mass to help keep the impending mess from exploding into her already massively full diaper.

     But it was a futile gesture; with a liquidly, gurgling moan, Alice exploded into her already loaded diaper, grunting as she was lifted off the bed onto a cushion of poop. She couldn’t regain control even if she wanted to—which, she realized, her pussy beginning to moisten again, she didn’t.

     She grunted, uncontrollably loading her diaper even further. How much longer could it go on for? She couldn’t believe how much she’d shit in the last 20 minutes… When would it stop? How much could her body realistically hold anyway? With the Master, there could be no telling. Without warning, her bladder erupted, voiding helplessly into the diaper below. Alice emitted a cry of relief.

     Finally, she finished. The diaper was well and truly packed, and she was horrified to notice some had actually started to dribble out of the diaper and into the plastic pants… she hoped they would hold.

    Alice lay in the darkened nursery, trying not to think about her diapers, or the mess that was (barely) contained within them, but her mind just kept drifting back to it. Her pussy was moistening once again, and she was worried she was in for another cycle of masturbating and messing (which she knew her diaper would never contain) when the door swung open.

     “Well how’s my new little baby girl?” she heard a voice gush. The lights came on, flooding the room and blinding Alice. She forced her eyes open, blinking rapidly to get them to adjust to the light. Above her, a good looking young woman looked in over her bars at her, beaming proudly. “Jim,” she called, “Come quick!

     “What is it, Marcy?”

     “She’s awake!”

     “Oh my God,” thought Alice, shamefully burying her face in her pillow when the young man entered, “he’s a total babe!” He bent over the top of the railing and smiled in at her. Alice blushed and cringed; she couldn’t ever remember feeling so vulnerable to a man, the feeling deepening when she remembered that these people were seeing her as a real baby, not just a half-pint adult. Her loins were on fire once more—curse this diaper fetish of hers!

     “Whew-wee!” Jim said, crinkling his nose. “Smells like someone could use a fresh diaper.”

     Alice cringed, mortified. “Yeah, I think someone had a little accident—didn’t they babykins?” she cooed, tickling Alice’s stomach, making her convulse and chortle.

     “Careful,” said Jim, “that mess in her diaper is about to go everywhere! We better get her changed.”

     Alice let out a cry as she was lifted from her crib and cradled against Marcy’s hip, her super-messy diaper squishing against her anew. “Goodness! This certainly is a full diaper!” she chuckled, Lying Alice on the padded changing table, she popped open the plastic pants and peeled them down.

     “Oh man! I don’t even think I want to check in here!” she said, cautiously taping the diaper and pealing it open.

     Her assessment was right… Alice’s two gigantic bowel movements had totally filled the diaper, leaving her newly adopted parents with quite a mess to take care of. Not only that, the smell had increased to gagging proportions, and both her new caretakers were forced to cover their noses.

     “Ewww! I hope it’s not going to be like this every time!” Marcy giggled. “You get started with the wipes,” she instructed heading toward the bathroom, “I think we’re going to need some soapy water and a wash cloth for that disaster!”

     He grinned down at her, and Alice blushed back. Alice was so aroused, she was actually beginning to worry if her “accidents” occurred solely when she masturbated to orgasm or if she’d shit if she was brought to one by Jim or Marcy. She struggled to control herself, dreading the consequences of an accident without a diaper on.

     “Now you lay still for daddy while her changes your dirty diaper,” he chuckled, sending shudders of humiliation and arousal through her.

     “Now lift your legs for daddy,” he said, encircling both her ankles in one big, strong hand and lifting her out of the messy diaper, which he carefully pulled out from under her and discarded in the bin. He continued holding up her legs gently but firmly, exposing her messy bare butt to the entire room. She tried not to think about what her ass must’ve looked like after two huge messy accidents. “Oh what a messy tushy!” Jim said, and Alice couldn’t quite suppress a moan.

     The cold wipe encircled her little bottom, making her squirm and squeal. “You hold still, or daddy might have to spank you,” Jim said teasingly. Oh yes please, Alice thought emphatically, forcing herself to stay still when Jim made another pass at her bottom with a second cold wipe.

     “Oh, daddy,” she whispered, “daddy daddy daddy…”

     “How’s it going in here?” Marcy said. She carried the bowl and the cloths over to the table.

     “Got a pretty good start,” Jim said. “I think we’re ready for those cloths.”

     They finished the job together, Jim holding her legs up and open, Marcy first washing her clean, then oiling and powdering her miniaturized privates and derriere. “Oh thank God!’ she said when the diaper was finally pulled up over her throbbing loins.

     She was dressed in a little white t-shirt and found herself plopped in a playpen in front of a TV blaring cartoons. So this is how it ends, she thought bitterly. There would be no board meetings for her, no more hostile takeovers, capped off by a night of wild sex with a well-hung stud. Her life would now consist of cribs, and playpens, cartoons and toys, messy diapers and the shameful changes that followed, Marcy and… Jim.

     She looked over at her handsome new Daddy, her mind drifting back to her diaper change, how strong and sure his hand had been on her tiny body…

     Shamefully, she reached down the front of her diaper and began rubbing...

Destiny wrinkled her nose as she stepped out of her panties, tossing the ruined things into the garbage can before stepping into the shower, relieved to finally be able to clean herself up. That bitch Alice had gotten just what she'd deserved, and she was glad she'd been able to help dish it out, but she couldn't help but be a little worried about the votes. She wasn't great with math, but even she could tell that, in terms of percentages, Alice hadn't gotten that many fewer votes she had. Had things gone just a little differently, it could have been her shrunk down to the size of a toddler. 

      It was hard enough getting serious, adult roles now - how would she do it when she was no bigger than a two year old? Hell, what -could- she do then? Diaper commercials? She shuddered at the thought. She had to figure something out, some way to get more of the audience on her side, because she had no doubt that being eliminated early would mean she'd wind up with a fate just as bad, if not worse, than Alice's. So, really, she had no choice but to win. But how could she do that? She had been sure her fame would be all she needed, especially when she met the other contestants, yet apparently that wasn't going to do it. She'd need something else...

     Or maybe, she mused, stepping out of the shower and drying herself off, feeling almost normal again after that humiliating, grueling day, it wasn't her own votes she should worry about. Maybe she should be trying to figure out how to keep Lucy from getting as many. She smiled to herself, the wheels turning in her head. There was no way that girl was as sweet as she seemed... All she had to do was figure out how to reveal that to the audience.

Babes In Diapers

Elimination: Round One

“All contestants gather in the main hall, please.”

     The woman’s soft, lilting voice was made metallic by the speakers in the intercom system. Alice grinned wickedly at Destiny. “Hear that? Sounds like they’re playing our song!” she cackled, tightening her grip on Destiny and pulling her along toward the main hall at a fair clip, in spite of her resistance.

     Destiny fought and struggled with all her might, but it was no use… the larger, stronger Alice was able to herd her through the house like an adult dragging along a reluctant child. The large, squishy pile of poop in her panties was going cold and hard, she could feel a nasty crust forming on the skin of her buttocks and between her cheeks. She dug in her heals and tried to pull her hand free from her tormentor. “Hey! Let go! I gotta go change!”

     “You’re fine the way you are,” Alice said, pulling her ahead roughly. “You thought you could make me a laughing stock, did you?” Alice chuckled to herself. “We’ll see who has the last laugh when everyone sees you in shitty underpants!”

     Destiny fought and squealed, but it was no use—Alice was older, taller, and stronger than she was—she was more than capable of herding Destiny into the main hall like a spoiled, reluctant child.

     By the time they arrived, everyone was already waiting for them, Lucy and Brittany sat together in one corner (Alice noted with glee that Brittany’s face was red and slightly puffy from crying—somebody didn’t have a very good afternoon, she thought smugly.) Margret had been strapped into a stroller wheeled by a pneumatic woman in a nurse’s uniform. The erstwhile  feminist was sweaty and docile and it looked to Alice like she was having trouble staying awake. Alice smiled… she recognized post-coital bliss when she saw it. Someone had a good time this afternoon, Alice thought smirking.

     Next to her, Destiny continued to blush and squirm in her loaded underpants, but Alice’s grip was unrelenting, her hand squeezing so tight it was starting to hurt. “Leggo!” Destiny hissed, struggling to pull away.

     “Stop squirming young lady, or I’ll paddle you on the seat of your messy panties right here in front of everyone,” she scolded, suppressing a smirk. She was beginning to enjoy playing the role of the stern mommy.

     The doors banged open. The Master entered wearing his trademark smirk, flanked by a pair of busty French maids. “Greeting everyone,” he said, taking his place at the front of the room. “The time has come for our first vote, where our audience decides who advances and who goes home. The player with the least votes is out. I want to remind all of you that any punishments and/or ‘prizes’ you are currently enjoying will continue on the outside if you are voted off tonight.”

     Brittany and Margret squirmed nervously at the prospect of being forced to continue life in their current states.

     “As for the rest of you, remember—I reserve the right to issue any, ahem, ‘consolation prize’ I deem appropriate if you’re voted off.

     “So now it’s up to the viewers to decide who advances and who goes home. Who will they send packing? Will It be full-time goody-goody and professional virgin Lucy Smith?”

     “Hey!” Lucy cried, “That—I—well—I’m not a virgin!”

     “Or will it be miss Amy Peale AKA Destiny Starr AKA The Source Of That Stench Everyone’s Too Polite To Mention.”

     Destiny just cringed; for once, she was praying the spotlight wouldn’t be on her for much longer.

     “Or will it be little Maggie Stern, who wants to write books when she grows up?”

     Margret shifted uncomfortably in her diapers. She knew she couldn’t go back looking like this… she’d be ruined!

     “Or will they send poor Brittany Philips home to begin her new life as a 23 year old woman who can’t control her bowels?”

     Brittany blushed nervously, vividly aware of the thick cotton between her legs and swaddling her rump. The seat was clean and fresh now… but how much longer could she keep it that way?

     “Which brings us to Alice Lipton: Alice, some of our viewers feel you’ve gotten off too lightly thus far… especially in regard to what has been described as your ‘persistent bratty behavior.’ Any response to those viewers?”

     “Nothing but a bunch of whiney little bitches, pissing and moaning ‘cause they know they could never cut it against someone like me! I say let them cry—I know the silent majority supports me because they know a winner when they see one. That’s why I’m not walking around in diapers—or poopy panties, eh, Destiny?” she sneered, making her younger victim blush and stare at the floor.

     “Hmmm… Wonderful speech, Alice—I’m sure it’ll win you lots of admirers.”

     For perhaps the first time, a small shadow of doubt crossed Alice’s face… maybe she’d gone too far.

     “Viewers: It’s time to decide. Who will advance to the final round… and who is going home in shameful defeat? Vote for your favorite contestant now:

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Day Two Act Six

We're Back!

Tiring of the oppressive heat, Lucy and Brittany decided to search the guest house. Not only were the odds of finding the wish against them, neither of them really wanted to find one of the eggs and risk suffering through one of the masters “prizes” anyway. Just thinking about what the master might consider a prize scared Lucy… The man was a dangerous lunatic!

     They wandered through the guest house (which Lucy estimated to be about the size of an average home) each making a half-assed effort to find one of the eggs. They chatted, sharing details about their lives outside the games and what they would do if they won.

     Brittany was happy to be able to just chat like a normal young woman again. Lucy may have been sort of uptight, but she was truly good person, and Brittany was glad to have her on her side—at least she treated her like a normal person. Brittany actually began to forget her situation and enjoy the day. She didn’t even really care about the eggs—sure she might get the wish, but what if it wasn’t the wish? She was already in diapers… she didn’t need some other awful handicap heaped on top of that.

     In fact, Brittany was having such a good time she was almost able to put the diapers out of mind. It was impossible to forget what she was wearing of course—the bulk between her legs forced her to waddle awkwardly, and the diapers were quite hot and sweaty in the heat. What’s more, the seat was beginning to chafe her bottom a little—she realized with a shiver she was going to have to get some more powder or something back there or she was going to get a rash. Diaper rash, she thought bitterly, blushing at the indignity of it.

     The two young women searched the house thoroughly, but without urgency, and soon they were chatting and giggling together like old friends. In fact, Brittany laughed so hard, she felt herself give a good squirt of pee into her diaper, completely beyond her control. That quick reminder of her embarrassing condition had her blushing—she hadn’t even realized her bladder was full. She fell silent, nodding and giggling nervously at Lucy’s comments. She pressed her thighs together and tried desperately to maintain control, but little gushes of urine kept squirting into the thick crotch of her bulky diaper at irregular intervals, making a mockery of her control.

     Brittany had hoped that these little leaks would ease the pressure in her bladder, but if anything it just kept getting worse. Tiny spurts of pee were leaking out with every step, each one a little bigger. She knew she was at the limits of her control. She waited for Lucy to go to the other side of the room to check in a cabinet, then spread her legs, relaxed, and let go with a soft sigh.

    Lucy sat for a moment on the edge of the guest bed and watched Brittany look high and low. She softly asked “did you need help?” noticing a slight sag in Brittany's diaper as she bent over to look under an armoire.

     Brittany blushed “uh, no… I'm sure we'll find it.” The thought of anyone sharing her embarrassment was terrible, however she still felt gross doing it herself.

     “No, I meant would you like me to change you? It looks as though you've had an accident,” Lucy said, trying to be tactful and kind.

     Brittany pouted. Softly, she said “yeah, that would be nice; I think I'm starting to get a rash. Is it really that noticeable?” Lucy stumbled over her words trying to recover and say something comforting.

        At that moment Brittany reflected on her situation. She thought about how desperately she needed to find a way to reverse her predicament. All she could think about how she would never be able to find a guy who wouldn’t be just as disgusted as she was every time she would need a change.

                Lucy stood up and stretched. She walked back to the house to gather supplies while Brittany continued searching. She entered the bathroom. “At least I don't have to take a break to go,” she thought to herself she laughed for a moment before realizing she really didn’t find the situation funny.   

      “Ready for a bum change?” Lucy chimed sweetly, momentarily forgetting herself.

     “Uh yeah,” Brittany replied quickly. Lucy motioned her to the bed where she had laid out a change pad and all the necessary supplies. Brittany hoisted herself up.

     Lucy smiled and looked kindly at her. "This really isn't so different to when I was babysitting back home, except now I don't have to talk about the Teletubbies." Brittany too dumbfounded to talk just smiled back and made an awkwardly high pitched squeal of agreement.

        Lucy untapped Brittany’s very wet diaper she spoke about what she would wish for if she won the competition. "If I were to win, I know what I would wish for. I'd wish that the local park near where I live wasn't going to be destroyed for the sakes of some parking lot. It's stupid... sorry."  She pulled the old diaper off taking her time talking. Putting the new one in place and sprinkling powder. “Oh Brittany!” she chided. The cold rush of air stimulated her and she began to pee. Lucy dodged out of the way. Brittany burst out crying as Lucy finished taping her into her now much needed underwear. It's a little smaller than her usual ones and fits tightly. “Look” said Lucy, “This one is pretty tight; I'm sure if you wore the right clothing no one would ever notice.”

         She sat Brittany up and cuddled her, trying to comfort the girl. She rocked her gently in her arms and stroked her back gently—and that was when she spotted the egg, hiding under the bed in the previous room. I can’t believe we forgot to look there! She scolded herself for her obliviousness.

     “I see it!” she said excitedly. Brittany released her grip, and Lucy crawled across the floor and removed the egg, wrapped up in gold foil. “Golly,” she said breathlessly, holding the round lump of milk chocolate in her hands. It seemed to radiant a warming tingle through her hands and into her arms, and she somehow instinctively knew that this was the one they’d been searching for.

     “Well? What are you waiting for?” Startled, the girls turned toward the door and saw the master standing there, “down the hatch!”

     Lucy and Brittany stared at each other, uncertain. If it was the wish egg, it might be Brittany’s last hope to fix herself. On the other hand, what if it wasn’t? Images of all the terrible outcomes that were possible filled their brains. Lucy looked at Brittany. “You should take it—it might be your last chance to get back to normal!”

She passed it over to Brittany, who simply cradled it dumbly in her palm. She knew what she should do, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. “Lucy… I…” She looked over at her companion. “I don’t think I can!” she blurted, her eyes beginning to brim with tears.

     “What? Why not?”

     “I’m just…” she choked, tears beginning to run down her face. “I’m too scared—what if something happens?!” she began sobbing.

     Lucy watched her for a moment, sad for her friend. She took a deep breath. “In that case…” quickly, she took the egg from her and unwrapped it.

     “Lucy? No!” Brittany shouted, suddenly afraid for her friend. “What if something happens to you?! What if…”

     But it was too late… Without a moment’s hesitation, Lucy bravely popped the milk chocolate egg into her mouth, chewed quickly and swallowed before she lost her nerve.

     “What did you do?” Brittany whispered, horrified, feeling her bladder give an unintentional squirt of pee into her diaper.

     Lucy mustered up as much courage as she could and gave her friend a smile she didn’t really feel. “No matter what happens, we’re in this together,” she said, reaching out and giving the diapered girl’s hand a squeeze.

     “How very selfless,” the Master smirked, “but foolish. Darling Lucy… think of all the nasty things that could now befall you. What if you wind up in diapers forever? Crawling around on the floor, babbling mindlessly, and eagerly awaiting your next change from whoever’s unlucky enough to get stuck on diaper duty?”

     Lucy nervously shifted from foot to foot, awaiting her fate.

     “Lucky for you, that really was the wish egg,” he said casually, and the girls cheered, overjoyed. “So what’s your heart’s desire, little Lucy? A Jet Ski? A million dollars? A pet baboon?”

     Lucy looked over at her companion. “I want to give my wish to Brittany.”

     “What?!” Brittany was shocked. “But… you earned it?”

     “Hey, you think I want to get stuck changing diapers for the rest of the week?” Lucy said with a sweet smile.

     Brittany smiled back, then quickly frowned… her diaper was growing wet and heavy between her legs. She flushed when she realized she’d pissed her diaper unconsciously again. Fear and anger and frustration and embarrassment welled up inside her, converging into a tantrum.

     “I hate this!” She cried furiously. “It’s not fair! I don’t want to wet my diapers anymore!”

     “Your wish is my command,” The master smirked.

     And suddenly, as quickly as it had disappeared, it was back… Brittany was in control of her bladder again! “Oh thank God!” she cried happily.

     She looked at Lucy, elated. Lucy, however, was looking at her in horror. “What?” Brittany asked, her elation dying. “What’s wrong?”

     “Brittany,” Lucy swallowed, “what about…. You know… the other thing?”

     “What other…?” her slow dawning realization was accompanied by a loud fart. The Master, ever the gleeful prankster, was only too happy to demonstrate to Brittany, and the viewers, the mistake she had made.

     “No…” Brittany said, distant and disbelieving, trying and failing to clench her asshole in response to a sudden, gassy cramping in her bowels. She desperately strained to tighten muscles that were defiantly unresponsive, sweat trickling down her face.

     She gave a sharp grunt, a long, sustained cramp doubling her over. She made one last useless attempt to control herself before involuntarily loading her diaper with a ghastly bubbling/farting/squishing sound. “Oh no!” she gasped helplessly, her diapers growing heavy and lumpy behind her. “NO!”

     “Oh my,” Lucy said, stepping back daintily as Brittany filled her diaper to capacity with another prolonged rumbling splat, at though fearful it might explode at any moment. She cursed herself for not putting Brittany in thicker diapers.

      “Oooo! Ah!” Brittany gasped and grunted, a final, sustained contraction in her bowels pushing the last of her mess out past her useless sphincter and into the fully loaded seat of her diapers. They didn’t explode—the just overflowed at the leg bands, a nasty, mushy mess trailing down both thighs, contained by her pantyhose.

      Finally she was finished. The positively apocalyptic bowel-movement she’d just had in her diaper had left Brittany shocked and mortified. Not to mention stinky—a gagging odor had begun to emerge from her diaper.

     “Whoa mama!” The Master exclaimed, fanning his face theatrically. “Time for this Game Master to seek fresher air! Good luck with that messy diaper, ladies!”

     “What? You can’t just leave us like this!” Lucy said, pinching her nose shut. “Help us, you jerk!”

     “Even I’ve got my limits, dear,” he said, hustling out the back door. “Besides, you two are such good friends—I’d really hate to spoil the moment!”

     And like that, he was gone, Lucy turned to face Brittany, who was now bawling like a two year old in a saggy, poopy diaper. She looked at Lucy with gigantic wet eyes.

     “Lucy, you have to help me… It’s just so awful!!” she stamped her feet and began throwing a tantrum. Lucy sighed.

     “Can we at least do it outside? Because, seriously Brittany, one friend to another, I don’t think a normal person can make a smell like that!”

     “No, please, not out there! Everyone’s going to see me!” Brittany whined ridiculously.

     “Everyone in the world already saw the whole thing! We’re on TV, remember?”

      At that, Brittany burst into fresh tears. Lucy felt a stab of guilt. She summoned up all her resolve. She was going to need allies to make it through all this. She just wished she she’d gotten one who wasn’t pooping her pants every five minutes.

     Sighing, she took the changing mat from Brittany’s diaper bag and laid it on the floor. She felt a little sick as she watched Brittany sit with an audible squish; she could just picture the mess that was waiting for her.

     Quelling her nausea, she knelt down, first tugging down Brittany’s messy tights and discarding them. The thin, semi-translucent leggings had had it. Raising her shirt to cover her face she slowly untapped the diaper, gagging as the smell emanating from beneath escaped in a wave of putrid stench. Lucy closed her eyes, disgusted at what she was dealing with, before grabbing a pair of gloves from the supplies and started the arduous job of cleaning up. Wiping thoroughly, she lifted the diaper from underneath Brittany, rolling it up and tossing it into a plastic bag, gradually filling the bag with more and more wipes, before finally fishing a fresh diaper from the supplies and laying Brittany back down. Applying some lotion to her slightly rouged bottom, and with a hefty sprinkling of powder, Lucy raised the front of the diaper into place, taping it securely around the poor woman’s rear.

     Even in a new, clean diaper, Brittany was still a sobbing mess. Lucy reached down, took her by the hand and helped her to her feet. “C’mon,” she said, kindly but firmly. “We’re not beat yet!”

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