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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