Babe or Billionaire - Chapter 9

“Voting’s over, ladies and gentlemen,” said Jacob. “Let’s see the results! Starting with little baby Belle, the winning penalty is… Preschool Level!”

Isabelle started to cry again. She couldn’t even tell if it was relief at not having got Special Education, or just despair at the thought of having all her knowledge since preschool wiped away.

“Awww,” Jacob cooed. “Too bad, Isabelle! But how much did you really need all that education anyway? Models don’t need to know things. They just need to look pretty. But then, your days as a model might well be over after this… I’m not sure anyone will want to hire a nappy-filling, bib and bonnet-clad girl with no tits to wear their designer swimsuits. But maybe you can model swim diapers or something.”

“Waaaaah!” Isabelle cried as she felt the tingling in her head as all her education, every bit of book-learning since she’d been three years old, leaked out of her brain forever.

“Aww, it looks like baby Izzy’s throwing a wittle tantwum!” Jacob taunted. “Tell you what, honey. I’m going to ask you a simple question, and if you can give me the correct answer, I’ll undo the last penalty. Isn’t that kind of me?”

Isabelle looked up desperately.

“I want you to tell me… What’s three plus four?”

Isabelle just stared blankly up at him. Then her face screwed up with concentration as she tried her best to answer the question. Three plus four. That was easy. She just had to… had to… What did she have to do again?

“Tick tock, baby Belle,” Jacob said. “We can’t wait around forever. I need your answer now, little girl. Surely you can tell me? It’s just a simple sum! A grown woman like you must know what three plus four is.”

Isabelle scowled furiously. She didn’t know! She’d just have to guess. “Um… two?” she answered with a pleading note in her voice.

The audience burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Jacob chuckled, “but the answer is seven! How can three plus four equal two, you silly thing? They’re both bigger!”

The expression of total moronic incomprehension that appeared on Isabelle’s face was enough to send the crowd into a fresh fit of hysterics.

Isabelle felt her face burning with shame. This wasn’t fair! She wasn’t stupid! She wasn’t! People had always thought that about her because of her good looks, but she’d always been one of the smartest people in her class at school. Now she’d be stuck as a total idiot! She wasn’t even sure she could count to ten anymore!

Still chuckling, Jacob turned to Kimberly. “Now, as fun as this is, we’d better move on. We’ve got two more ladies to punish. Let’s see what little Kimmy’s got in store for her! The winning penalty for our favourite potty-trainee is… Totally Illiterate!”

Kimberly whimpered and felt her pull-ups get a little wetter.

“Oh dear, sweetie,” Jacob went on, his voice faux-sympathetic, “I think it’s going to be a bit hard to be a lawyer when you can’t even read or write, isn’t it? So much for starting up your own practice. But maybe, just maybe, if you work really hard, by the end of the year your boyfriend will have taught you how to read The Very Hungry Caterpillar all by yourself!”

“No!” Kimberly cried, as the tingling began in her head. “Pleathe! I need to wead and wite! I wuv weading! Pweathe!”

“Sorry sweetheart,” said Jacob, “but you know I can’t bend the rules, not even for a little cutie like you. But even if you can’t read, you can still look at pretty picture books, okay darling?”

“I don’t wanna wead picture books!” Kimberly wailed. “I need to wead and wite for my caweer!”

“I’m sure a pretty little girl like you can find a way around that, Kimmy,” Jacob said dismissively. “You can always go and sit in the judge’s lap and ask, in your pretty wittle wisp, if he can read your notes for you.”

The audience cheered and laughed, and Kimberly flushed crimson with embarrassment.

“But now we need to move on to our final contestant. The penalty for Eily will be… Sex Education!Congratulations, Eily! I’m sure you learnt a lot of things in school and university that helped you run your business and so on, but our nanites are going to replace that with some knowledge that’s much more appropriate.”

He said the last word with a sinister smirk that sent Eily’s heart dropping into her stomach. She started to suck her thumb faster and faster as anxiety set in. She’d been hoping for Secondary Education. That hadn’t sounded so bad, and at least she knew what it was. But what had Jacob said about this one? That her knowledge would be replaced by something that fit a girl with a fuckable ass like her? She shifted uncomfortably behind her podium, unused to the large bubble butt contained by her thick nappy. She hoped it was something she wouldn’t have to get used to.

Without warning, she felt the tingling start, and she reached up instinctively to her head with one hand while the other worked away in her mouth. She racked her brain, urgently trying to figure out what knowledge she was losing and what was replacing it. Then her body went cold.

Eily was trying to think back to her time at the prestigious private school and university she’d attended, only there was nothing there. Instead, her mind was suddenly full of memories of the years she’d spent at Babygirl Academy of Bitches. But that couldn’t be right, Eily thought desperately. There was no such place!

Yet she could recall vividly mincing from classroom to classroom with the other Bitches, giggling and talking about fashion and fucking. She remembered her teachers instructing them. Okay girls, today we’re going to learn all about how to give the bestest blowjobs! This morning’s lesson will be on ass-fucking! Who’s ready to learn about dressing like a hooker? She could recollect all the times she’d misbehaved and ended up over her teachers’ knees, and that time she’d pissed her pants and started bawling during a spanking, earning her the nickname “Crybaby Eily” and a month in pull-ups.

“No!” Eily shrieked, yanking her thumb out of her mouth. A line of drool still connected it to her lips. “That’s not me! That didn’t happen! It didn’t!”

“Sorry, sweetie,” said Jacob, “but to you it did. That’s what your education was now. Maths and English might be beyond you, but you know everything there is no know about getting a man to cum in your holes. I bet a sexy little thing like you will be able to manage it even with a pissy diaper hanging off your hips!”

He turned back to the audience, leaving Eily staring blankly into space, her face a mask of horror as her mind finished filling with the knowledge of how to suck cock in just the right way, how to give the perfect titjob, how to clench her pussy and her ass to bring any man straight to orgasm…

“Well,” Jacob said happily, “it’s time to move on to the ninth round of Babe! Or! Billionaire! Remember, this is the second to last round! The theme for the penalties this time will be… Emotional Control! Alright girls, you know the drill. It’s time to make your choices!”

The women’s podiums flashed their options, and the girls made their decisions. They weren’t exactly sure what changes to their emotional control might mean, but there knew it would be nothing good. A moment later, and their choices appeared on the fronts of their podiums for everyone to see. The crowd cheered, and Isabelle and Eily both breathed sighs of relief.

“Nooo!” Kimberly wailed. She’d chosen scissors again, but both Isabelle and Eily had selected rock.

“Ooh, sorry Kimmy,” Jacob taunted, “but there goes your lead! It looks like we’re going to have a three-way tie before the final round. Isn’t that exciting? Anyone could win! But before that, it’s time to vote on what’s going to happen to Kimberly’s emotional control. And the options are… Terrible Twos! Or… Dependent on Daddy! So what will it be? Will little Kimmy find herself stuck permanently in her tantrum-throwing phase? Or will she find herself developing an overwhelming attachment to her Dada? Vote now!”