Babe or Billionaire - Chapter 11

Isabelle's Fate

“What letter is this, Izzy?” Miss Olivia asked brightly, pointing at the board.

Isabelle’s face screwed up in concentration beneath her bonnet. “Umm… F?”

“Oooh, not quite Izzy! It’s a K, a kicking kuh!”

Isabelle blushed as the other girls in the class giggled at her mistake. There were two of them – Tracy, and Freya, and Isabelle hated them.

“Can you tell me what this letter is, Tracy?” Miss Olivia asked.

“That’s a P!” she said smugly, “Just like Izzy does in her nappies!”

Tracy and Freya burst into a fit of giggles, but Miss Olivia just said, “Good girl, Tracy! It is a P! Izzy does go pee in her nappies too, you’re right, but that kind of pee is spelled P, E, E, and it’s a word rather than a letter.”

“Yes, Miss Olivia!” Tracy chirped.

“Well, I think that’s enough of the alphabet for one day,” said their teacher. “And Izzy, don’t worry about your mistakes,” she said gently, turning to look at her. “Letters are hard! I know you haven’t made any progress at all learning your alphabet since you started here, but you’ve got plenty of time to learn, okay?”

Isabelle pouted and crossed her arms over her bib, trying to avoid her classmate’s smirks. She knew she’d known the alphabet before, that it had been easy, but now the very idea that she could tell the difference between all the different lines and squiggles seemed almost beyond belief. Singing was easier than reading, but even then she struggled.

“Alright girls, playtime!” Miss Olivia announced. “But you hang back a moment, Izzy. I smell a stinky wet nappy, and I’m pretty sure I know who the culprit is!”

Isabelle blushed and squirmed in her seat while Tracy and Freya got up to go play. Her diaper had been drooping obviously even before she’d sat down for their afternoon lesson, so it was hardly a secret that she’d soaked it, but it was still an indignity to have it broadcast to everyone in such a demeaning way. She got to her feet, her nappy hanging heavily between her legs, and allowed Miss Olivia to take her hand and lead her over to the classroom’s changing table. The teacher helped her onto it, and expertly got to work changing her soggy pants.

“That’s a good girl,” she cooed gently as she undid the tapes. “Nice and still for Miss Olivia.” She pulled down the front. “P-U!” she exclaimed, pinching her nose and making Isabelle cringe. “These are soaked to the brim, missy! What did you do in these?” When Isabelle didn’t answer, she reached out and prodded her tummy playfully. “Come on, Izzy. Tell Miss Olivia. What did you do in your diapies?”

Isabelle blushed angrily. She wasn’t some performing monkey! She tried to spit out I pissed, but what came out instead was, “I did tinkle-time!”

Miss Olivia tittered. “That’s right, sweetie! You did tinkle-time in your pants! What a lovely phrase!”

Isabelle scowled. It was something her sister often said, but it had quickly become part of her own childish-filtered vocabulary.

Miss Olivia lifted her legs into the air by her ankles and quickly wiped her nether regions dry, pulled the sopping wet Pampers out from under her bottom, and slid a dry one in its place. “There we go!” she said happily, as she finished taping a fresh adult nappy around the former model’s waist. “All done! Playtime for you too, Izzy!” She helped her charge off the changing table and gave her a pat on her bottom to send her on her way.

Now with dry pants, Isabelle headed out of the classroom and over to the play area. She passed a pair of white cotton undies that had been discarded on the floor, and a few paces later there was a pink top with the words “Little Troublemaker” emblazoned on the front. Isabelle looked up to see Tracy standing in the middle of the playroom in just her shoes and socks, her bare bottom showing and her huge silicon-filled boobs out for all to see. Freya was standing next to her in her pale blue Frozen dress, her teddy bear tangling from one hand.

Miss Hazel was standing in front of them, apparently giving Tracy a scolding for taking her clothes off. “Is kindergarten’s most famous little streaker at it again? Honestly, it’s such a struggle trying to keep anything on that cute bum of yours, Tracy!”

“I can’t help it…” Tracy mumbled, her cheeks bright red.

“I know you can’t, sweetie,” Miss Hazel laughed. “You’re just a silly little nudist now, aren’t you? Alright cutiepie, you can go nakie for playtime today. I won’t bother trying to get your knickers back on you this time. I’m sure you’ll just tug them right off again, won’t you, you little tot?”

Isabelle wandered over to a corner to play with some dollies, and allowed herself a smirk. She didn’t get many. Tracy’s compulsion to get naked was one of the penalties from the game of Babe or Billionaire she’d been part of, as were her huge bimbo breasts. Even though her own penalties were worse on balance, Isabelle couldn’t resist enjoying the other girl’s clear displeasure at wandering around nearly nude. Still, although her massive implants made her look more like a parody of sexiness than anything, Isabelle was a bit jealous. She put her hands beneath her bib and top to clutch at her flat chest. She wished she could have her own boobs back. But she knew she was stuck with the two pathetic little mosquito bites the game show had given her.

She hadn’t been playing with her toys very long when two shadows fell over her. She turned around and let out a squeak as she came face to face with Tracey’s bare pussy.

“Hi, baby,” said the naked woman, sneering down at her. Tracy and Freya liked nothing more than to gang up on the one person who was more immature than they were – they, at least, had both managed to avoid ending up incontinent on their respective Babe or Billionaire episodes; Freya wore pull-ups to deal with her weakened but not non-existent bladder control, and Tracy even wore grown-up panties (at least when she wasn’t running around bottomless, which was quite often), and both of them got to use the plastic potties that sat along the classroom wall. Isabelle had never imagined that a grown woman could manage to look superior and condescending while sitting on a training potty, but Freya and Tracy both managed it. They seemed to revel in the small maturities they had over her.

“How was your nappy change?” asked Freya, smirking.

“Go away, stupid-heads!” Isabelle whined, hating her stupid babyish vocabulary.

Tracy and Freya cackled with laughter. “Awww,” Tracy mocked, “did we upset little miss baby butt by talking about her nappies? Careful not to get too close, Freya. She might poop her pants.”

“Ew, gross!” said Freya.

Isabelle put on her angry face, but that just made the two girls laugh even more. She hated having to put up with this. The best part of every day was when she got picked up in the afternoons. Even though her sister was thrilled to bits by her new station in life, and keen to baby her as much as possible ("Pampers are much more fitting for you than skimpy swimsuits, big sis. I've always thought so!"), at least Isabelle got to be away from her bullying classmates when she was sitting in her playpen at home. Although she didn’t much enjoy being treated like a dress-up doll by her niece…

She got to her feet. “Shut up! You still go uh-ohs on dumb baby potties! You’re not big girls either!” She glared at Tracy. “You’re a silly nakie baby with big boobies!” she taunted, and despite the childish words, Tracy flushed with anger. “And you,” Isabelle turned to scowl at Freya, “still pee-pee in your pull-ups half the time!” Freya went bright red, and Isabelle could tell that a tantrum was brewing – as a result of one of her penalties, Freya was totally unable to stop herself throwing spectacular fits straight out of a toddler’s terrible twos whenever she got angry enough.

Tracy shoved her hard. “At least we don’t fill our pants!” she spat.

“Freya does!” Isabelle responded, staggering back, trying not to let her thick disposable diapers throw her off balance. “You make fun of me for being a big baby, but Freya made poo-poo in her pull-ups last week!”

“Shut your mouth!” Freya yelled, her face scarlet. She stomped her foot angrily, then she too gave Isabelle a hard push.

Isabelle staggered back again, and although she managed not to fall over, something even worse happened. She opened her mouth to give another retort, but instead she heard herself let out a loud, unladylike grunt. For a moment she stood there, her knees slightly bent, her mouth opened wide in an ‘o’ shape. Then she grunted again, and a huge mess filled the back of her nappy, dropping heavily into the seat and causing it to sag suddenly between her slender legs.

Tracy and Freya burst out into nasty laughter, and Isabelle willed herself not to cry, not to let them have the satisfaction of seeing her bawl like a baby. The warm load was horrible and stinky, and she could feel it squishing against her bottom. She looked up, her eyes full of tears, and toddled as fast as she could at the two other toddler-women, giving both of them hard shoves. How could she have ended up here? She’d been a model! She’d had wealth and respect and the ability to wrap any man around her finger with a single smouldering look, and one subtle shake of her chest. Now she was reduced to fighting her oversized kindergarten classmates in poopy Pampers!

Tracy pushed her back, and Freya let out a high-pitched scream and pulled her hair.

“That’s enough from all three of you!” Miss Olivia shouted, storming over to interrupt the fight. She looked very cross. “All of you are in big trouble! Tracy, I warned you what would happen if you acted up again. I hope you’re ready for the consequences!”

“No!” Tracy whimpered, suddenly looking horrified. “Please, Miss Olivia! Not that!”

“Yes that, young lady. All those pictures of you running round in the nude on are going straight onto the Adult Kindergarten web page!”

“Please!” Tracy begged, tears welling up in her eyes. “Anything but that! I don’t want everyone to see me like this!”

“That’s too bad, missy. Your little bum will be right on the homepage! And I’m going to make sure all those ex-boyfriends of yours know they’re free to pop in and visit any time!”

“Nooo!” Tracy sobbed.

“And you can stand in the corner for the rest of playtime, Freya!” Miss Olivia instructed, turning to face the tantrum-throwing twenty-something-year-old. “And when your Daddy comes to pick you up, I’ll tell him about your bad behaviour. He’s going to give you such a spanking!”

“NOOO!” Freya wailed, stomping her feet. “No! No! NO! I DON’T WANNA SPANKING! I DON’T WANT A RED BOTTOM! I WANNA BE A BIG GIRL AGAIN!”

“And you, Izzy,” Miss Olivia said, rounding on her as Miss Hazel dragged Freya away. She paused for a moment, and sniffed the air. Then she nodded with satisfaction. “You can stay in that stinky nappy until your Mummy comes to collect you!”

"It's not fair!" Isabelle cried, and joined her classmates in their tears.