Before And After

Today I'm pleased to introduce a new feature here at The Humble Games online outpost-- call it profiles in naughtiness:

Before

Rich Snob

Name: Kaitlin Lane-Pryce

Occupation: Heiress to the Lane shipping and logging empire.

Birth Date: Mar. 21 1987

Birth Place: Palisades, New York, USA

Nominated For: Arrogance, narcissism, and greed.

This blonde socialite sailed through our competition as easily as she moved through every other aspect of her life. Born into one of the richest families in America and sole beneficiary of it's vast fortune, it was pure greed that lead her to the Humble Games-- the desire to have something she couldn't buy with her vast fortune. She made it to the winner's circle without suffering an unbearable amount of humiliation... her wish?

     "I want the perfect husband-- one who's truly worthy of me and my top quality genetics. He should be strong and handsome and spoil me like a princess! A guy who gives me the level of attention I deserve!"

After

"Just as I suspected," he said, dispassionately touching the sodden cloth between her thighs, "soaked again! I swear, you're as bad as a two year old, Katie." 

     Pouting and sulking, she diverted her gaze to the floor to avoid his piercing stare. She felt him take a gentle, firm grip on her chin and tilt it back until their eyes were locked, and this time there was no escaping their icy stare. She squirmed from foot to foot; just when she thought her situation-- standing in front of her sexy dominant husband in nothing but a diaper-- could possibly be more humiliating, he could still manage to find a way to make her feel even more exposed... to make her shame sharper and more defined.

     She knew she should tell him to go to hell-- to boldly reassert the independence due to her as a modern woman. She was rich an powerful and certainly didn't need his shit. But when she looked into his eyes, all she could do was mutter a weak, pathetic "Sorry daddy."

     '"It's OK, darling," he assured her condescendingly, "You're still a helpless little baby... It's not your fault." She fumed and blushed, angry and humiliated when she heard his assessment of her. "But... I'm still going to have to punish you," he said, tapping his thigh with a hairbrush.

     "Oh, please no daddy," she whined and mewled pitifully, blushing hotly as tears began spilling from her eyes.

     "Hush," he said patiently, delivering a stinging swat to her pampered backside. "You know you have this coming... I want you over my knee right now young lady!"

Before

Diva

Name: Faith Skye

Occupation: Singer/songwriter
 
Birth Date: Oct. 14 1988

Birth Place: Santa Barbra, California, USA

Nominated For: Preening self-importance, an over-inflated estimation of her talents, not to mention a myriad of brushes with the law and general public naughtiness.

People often ask me how I manage to get women who seemingly have everything to participate in a contest where losing their dignity is the best case scenario. It's simple; you just have to appeal to their vanity-- after all, nobody comes on a show like this EXPECTING to lose.

     And in the case of international Pop Sensation Faith Skye, she had good reason to believe in herself-- one of the few winners of the American Hit-Maker competition to actually succeed outside the contest, she fancied herself an expert at reality TV game shows. Too bad-- if she'd known The Humble Games were more about luck than skill, she might have decided to give us a pass.

     And believe me when I say that in our entire history, we'd rarely had a contestant as unlucky as Ms. Skye; arriving late on the first day, she found herself spanked with a speed rivaled only by current contestant Destiny Starr. On day two she lost a competition and  wound up a laughing stock in adorably ridiculous little girl frills with a massive, bulging diaper beneath. Which worked out well, because on the third day, she was caught cheating and rendered incontinent (much to her squealing dismay). And on the fourth day she was voted out.

     And what became of poor Faith, now incontinent of both bladder and bowel, confined to diapers and baby clothes? Well, since touring and recording were out of the question, we had to find someone to care for the little urchin...

After

"OW! MOM!" Faith whined, her stern mother landing another stinging spank on her bare rump. She struggled, trying to kick free, but the thick diaper her mother had tugged down over her squirming bottom was tangled around her thighs, restricting her movements. Her tushy could only jiggle defenselessly in anticipation of another painful swat.

     SPLAT! "OW! SSSSS!" Faith hissed, sucking air sharply through her teeth, another firm, open handed blow from her mom's hand making her plump buns ripple like a pond struck by a stone. "Mom, please! OW! It's not fair!"

     "You hush, little girl," her mother scolded, stepping up the tempo and turning her grown daughter's rump an angry red. "You know you deserve this! Not only for being so naughty at tea time this afternoon," she began, making Faith blush as she remembered being trotted out and put on display for her mother's cackling friends in her diapers and frilliest little girl dress, "but for all the worry you've caused me over the past few years! Do you have any idea how it broke my heart to see you dancing around like a slut on TV night after night?!"

     SMACK! "OW! Mom, I'm sorry! Ouch!" Faith pleaded and sobbed, hoping to get her mother to release her. 

     "And those tours!" her mom continued, spanking her world-famous daughter like a naughty child. "Young lady, just because you're playing to a sold-out crowd in Rome doesn't mean you don't have to check in with your mother-- I was worried sick!"

     WHAP!  "OWIE! I really sorrrryyy mommieeee!" she wailed, bursting into tears.

     "Thank goodness for that nice Game Master," her mother continued, walloping her daughter's backside in spite of her tears and pleading. "I'm going to keep you diapered and in a playpen, young lady, until you can prove to me you're responsible enough to be on your own again!"

     "WWWWAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAHHHAAAAA!" Faith bellowed, pounding the floor and kicking her legs as fast as the diaper around her knees would allow, frantically trying to calculate how long it would take her to earn her way back into her mother's good graces again.

Before

Brat

Name: Naomi Mader

Occupation: Marketing/advertising
 
Birth Date: Jun.14 1985

Birth Place:  Charlotte, North Carolina, USA


Nominated For: Aggravated bratting, third degree trouble making, and general obnoxiousness.

Normally, contestants in the Humble Games are nominated by a person they have wronged, annoyed, or otherwise run a fowl of. Maybe it's a sibling nominating a bratty sister, or a disgruntled employee nominating an overbearing boss, or sometimes it's a student nominating that teacher who just keeps making their lives hell. Naomi's was actually a group nomination, compiled by her sisters and including exhaustive testimony from family and friends. They compiled a mountain of evidence detailing a lifetime of bratting, teasing, pranking, stealing and tattling. 

     Which would have been bad enough coming from a little girl, but Naomi carried her penchant for causing trouble well into adult hood. She'd pull childish pranks on family and co-workers alike, cause tension between friend and start scurrilous rumors.

     When confronted with the application, I really had no choice. Naomi promised to be the naughtiest played we'd had in over a hundred years and there was no way I was going to turn down the opportunity to teach the little brat a lesson she wouldn't soon forget.

     In the end, it wasn't even a challenge: losing a competition the first night she was reduced, kicking and screaming, to the level of an adult baby. Like all brats, she was a sore loser, and so on the second day, she endeavored to pull a childish prank on me, little realizing that she was dealing with the master of mischief. I paddled her bottom soundly, grinning to the sounds of her caterwauling and complaining, but it wasn't enough. An example had to be made-- one that would let the contestants know once and for all the penalty for challenging my authority...

After

"Oh Naomi," her younger sister laughed, watching her squealing, diapered sibling upend the bowl of pudding and plop it on top of her head like a crown, the remnants of the pudding within-- that which hadn't already been dribbled down her chin and onto her bib-- began slowly oozing down her forehead and around the sides of her head, dribbling down her long blonde tassels and and around her ears. "Just look at you!" Kelly laughed in faux anger, hands on hips. "You're a disaster!"

     Naomi just giggled mischievously-- even robbed of her adult memories and reduced to an adult toddler, she still maintained her naughty side. She seemed to delight in creating messes for her mother and her younger sisters to clean up. Since the night she had turned up on her mother's doorstep, babbling, a line of drool dribbling down her chin, she'd been under her family's care. No doctor could adequately explain her current state, let alone offer a cure. So it was up to her loving family to keep her clean and fed-- and she repaid them by drawing on the walls and throwing food on the floor.

     "Honestly, honey," Kelly continued, "I don't think you could be any messier if you tried!"

     Naomi grinned impishly... somewhere, beneath it all, she'd not only understood Kelly's statement, she'd taken it as a challenge. I'll show you messy, she thought with a wicked grin. With a full, satisfied belly it would probably take just a little push...

     She leaned over to one side as far as the try of the high-chair would allow. "Uhhh..." Naomi began softly grunting to herself, clutching the table with white knuckles and straining as hard as she could.

     "Naomi?" Kelly asked when she heard her sister grunting softly to herself. "You OK?"

     Naomi grunted out a large, gassy fart in response; Kelly gaped open mouthed as Naomi began to deposit a large, nasty load into the seat of her diapers. "Oh Naomi," she groaned, exasperated, watching her older sister begin filling her diapers. "Are you really going to do that now? Here?"

     She responded with a grunt-- a thick, muddy squelching sound emerged from inside her diaper, loud gas vibrating the padded seat of her diaper. "Goodness!" Kelly tittered, her big baby sister straining as hard as she could to fill her diaper. Noisy, wet farts were emanating from her diaper, accompanied by extended mushing and squishing noises. The hot, mushy mess was pouring from between her cheeks, sloping and blurping into every nook and cranny, slathering each cheek and filling her butt-crack, even as the seat continued to balloon out behind her. 

     The mess slowed to a stop. Spitefully, Naomi bore down and pushed as hard as she could-- she wanted this diaper to be as messy as possible. "HHHHuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh...." She grunted, her face beginning to turn red.

     "Oh Naomi!" Kelly giggled, exasperated as her sister's grunting was rewarded with a massive fart, followed by another hot, mushy avalanche into the seat of her diaper.

     But Naomi wasn't listening. "AAAAHHHHH!" she exclaimed, the relief in her belly almost indescribable. She sat back in her char with an audible squish, giggling at the feeling of the muddy mess spreading out across her entire backside.

     "You little stinker!" Kelly chided in mock outrage. "What are we going to do with you?! Hmmm? What are we going to do with that stinky bottom of yours?"

     Naomi just laughed mischievously, planting her full weight on her rump and squirming her tushy back and forth in the stinky, sloppy mess, giggling maliciously as she imagined poor Kelly having to clean her up.

     "C'mon you little shit machine," Kelly said wearily, sliding the tray from the high-chair. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then I think it might be time for a nap!"

Day Two Act Five

We're Back!

     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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