The Humble Games- Season Three Episode Three

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.)

The Humble Games Season Three Episode One

Huge thanks to fairyprincessjess for allowing me to use her likeness and for agreeing to write her reaction to each episode... She's a talented writer in her own right so be sure to check out her awesome  Deviantart gallery.Please be sure to let us know what you think!

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OLDER

“See ya, Jessica!” Sarah called out as they went their separate ways across the parking lot after practice. Jessica smiled and waved, enjoying the sun on her bare legs and arms. Their new cheerleading uniforms were almost scandalously brief, and Jessica knew that everyone's attention was on her bare legs, midriff, and bloomer-clad bottom as her itty-bitty skirt bounced with every step she took. The weather was delightful, and she savoured the brief walk home from the school-- perhaps one of the last times she would walk this route as a student. Depending on how my exams go, she thought, chewing her lip nervously.

She arrived home a short time later, made her way over to the fridge and poured herself a lemonade. Her mom had asked her to start dinner before she and Jessica's father got home from work, but she still had a half hour or so before she had to get started. Jessica headed up the stairs to her bedroom.

She breezed into the room and made her way over to her closet to select something casual to wear for the rest of the night. Focused as she was on her wardrobe and the dismal prospect of having to spend the entire evening studying, she didn't even realize that she wasn't alone.

“Congratulations, Jessica,” said a deep voice from behind her. Jessica screamed, nearly dropping her drink as she spun around and was confronted with a well dressed man of indeterminate age, sitting at her desk in front of her computer and grinning at her like a wolf about to sit down to lunch.

“How the hell did you get in here you creep?!” she squealed, feeling especially vulnerable in her uniform. “Do you want me to, like, call the cops or something?!”

“I wouldn't do that if I were you, Jessica,” he said calmly. “I'd hate for you to miss out on what could be the greatest opportunity of your entire life.”

“What are you going on about, you perv?” She sighed, rolling her eyes, already bored and annoyed with this intruder.

“Jessica,” he said smoothly, as though she hadn't said anything, “I represent what is perhaps the most popular and exciting entertainment franchise in the history of television, and I'm here to help you make your dreams come true.”

That made her perk up her ears-- it was, she had to admit, a pretty good pitch. Did he just say 'television?' Her imagination was already conjuring ready-made images of what it would be like to be rich and famous and live in the lap of luxury, fueled by hours of reality TV and celebrity gossip sites. Like most people her age, Jessica spent an unhealthy amount of time fantasizing about what it would be like to be wealthy and powerful... to have everyone bow and scrape for your favour...

“I can see you're intrigued,” said the man, smiling as he closed in for the kill. “Jessica... are you familiar with the Humble Games?”

“Of course,” Jessica said, rolling her eyes, “they're those stupid movies with that girl who's naked pictures are all over the...”

“No,” said the man quickly, cutting her off. “You're thinking of a totally unrelated franchise. The Humble Games, my dear, is the most electrifying and exciting competition in the history of reality TV. I'm offering you a chance to literally make your fondest wishes come true... and in exchange, all you have to do is complete one simple challenge.”

“What kind of challenge?” Jessica asked, still wary.

“Nothing too difficult,” he said breezily, “we like to challenge our contestants to be their best... and show us who they really are on the inside,” he said, smiling mysteriously. “All I ask is that you prove your maturity to the world... should be easy for a sophisticated young lady such as yourself. Now how could you prove your maturity to us? I know! How about this exam you have coming up? All you have to do is study hard and pass your test.”

“Uh huh,” Jessica said, trying not to roll her eyes and failing spectacularly. “And exactly what do I, like, get out of it?”

“Literally anything you can imagine, Jessica. Just take a look at this...”

He spun in the chair and faced the computer (easily, she noted with annoyance, circumventing her password..) Within moments, the web browser was up and he was typing and clicking, almost faster than Jessica could follow. She thought she could make out a banner: Pampered Productions. But before she knew it, they were watching a clip:

On the monitor, the well dressed man was standing next to a beautiful raven haired woman, who was very excited about something. They were standing in front of a large, English style manor surrounded by lush, rolling countryside. “Congratulations, Betty,” he said, in imitation of a cheesy game show host, “it was a long and hard journey, but your dreams have come true-- a palatial home in one of the most sought after neighbourhoods in the world, nine figures in the bank, and all the fame you can handle... how's it feel, Betty?”

“Oh my God, I just can't believe it!” she screamed, ecstatic. “I mean, it was long and hard, but ultimately, it was totally worth it!”

He stopped the clip, closed the window and turned with a butter-wouldn't-melt smile. “Interested?” he asked, sensing that she was.

“Hmmm... Maybe,” she said, trying to play it cool. He could see that the clip had intrigued her. Of course, she probably would have been a little less interested if they'd watched it to the end, he thought philosophically... if she saw what was waiting for Betty inside the house...

But there was no time to worry about that now. He reached into his coat pocket and produced a contract.

“All you need to do is sign here-- we can start right away, episodes will begin airing immediately.”

Jessica stared at him out of the corner of her eye. It seemed too good to be true... but how could she turn down an opportunity like this? She was signing the contract before she was even fully aware she was doing it.

“Not sure why I'm doing this,” she muttered, handing the papers back to him. “I don't even know your name.”

He smiled at her. “Everyone knows my name, Jessica. I'm the host of the Humble Games. I'm the Game Master... But you can call me 'Master.'” Standing, he started toward the door.

“Wait!” she called out after him, “when do we start?”

“My dear,” he said with jolly good humour, “we've already begun!”

And with that, he disappeared, shutting the door behind him and leaving Jessica in a daze. She was still trying to sort out the bizarre series of events moments later when the door popped open and the Master stuck his head back in.

“Oh by the way,” he began breezily, “one more teeny tiny little insignificant thing to mention... About the penalties...”

“'Penalties?'” Jessica repeated nervously.

“Yes, I'm sure I mentioned those, didn't I? Wouldn't be much of a game if there weren't penalties, would it? We like to tailor every game to the specific player... and since your challenge is centred on attempting to prove your maturity, I think your penalties should centre around the consequences of immaturity.”

“What are you babbling about,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Just this... from this point on until the completion of your big exam, any immature behaviour from you will have... let's just say 'immature consequences.' Those consequences will remain in place until you secure your passing grade. Should you fail to receive no less than a C on your exam, those penalties will remain in place indefinitely. Understand?”

“Not really.”

“Don't worry,” he assured with a smile that Jessica found slightly chilling, “you will.

“And now I really must go,” he said, closing the door behind him and leaving her in a daze.

Jessica sat at her desk for a long moment, turning it over and over in her mind. The prospect of winning and getting a wish seemed too good to be true... but what the hell was all that 'consequences' crap he was peddling?

Making her way over to the desk, Jessica sat down heavily. Her head was spinning, and she was trying to process everything that had just happened. What was that site? Pampered Productions? She started to bring up the browser, but just then she heard the garage door opening... her parents were home! Oh shit, she thought, her face growing ashen... I forgot to start dinner!

She bolted up out of her chair and ran down to the kitchen.

New Feature: Player reaction!

For this season, we're going to be trying out a new segment where the contestant tells us their thoughts on the series as it develops! At the end of each episode, Jessica will share her thoughts, feelings, and reactions to the preceding event! Take it away Jess:

It's weird. Like, I came home from school and went to my room. I swear there was nobody there. And then this perv just totally appears! He made some pretty great promises and a sales pitch. I get to have whatever I want. Easy! I accepted right away. Who wouldn't? I can become famous, and then be a model, or an actress or something.

But then he got weirder. I know, it's totally impossible for that story to get weird. Perv shows up in your room with a cheesy smile and promises whatever you want. But then he gave me some rubbish about penalties. What was that about? And why did he only tell me afterwards?

Oh well. I'll totally win this stupid contest or whatever it is. He'll see.