Babe or Billionaire - Chapter 7

“And voting’s over!” Jacob announced, turning to look towards the giant screen facing the audience and the stage. “The result, by a considerable margin, is… Disposable Diapers! Congratulations, Eily! You’re going back to Pampers!”

Eily let out a shriek of horror, but the changes were already coming into effect. Her underwear alone had been unaltered by the nanomachines when her business suit had been turned into a skanky schoolgirl outfit, but now something far worse was happening to her panties. She could feel them thickening, bulging out between her legs, pushing her thighs apart, taking on a plasticky texture that crinkled noisily as they grew. Eily could do nothing but look down wide-eyed, her thumb jammed fearfully between her lips, as her undies transformed into an enormous disposable nappy, complete with a pattern of little teddies and blocks and rattles, just like the horrible thing hanging off Isabelle’s ass.

The audience cheered ecstatically when Eily’s diaper expanded below the hem of her tiny miniskirt, leaving at least two inches of puffy white padding totally exposed. Eily herself just sucked her thumb frantically, on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Now,” said Jacob slowly, “I’ll explain it again, since you’re just a ditzy little schoolgirl, Eily. You’re not incontinent. The nanites haven’t altered your bladder or bowel control in any way. But you’ll never use a toilet again. Not even a potty. Just like with your cute little uniform, you’ll find yourself totally unable to wear anything except a thick disposable diaper on your bottom, and the only way you’ll be able to take it off to swap it for a new one is when it’s soaked to the point of leaking or there’s a yucky mess in the back. Just like Izzy!” He walked over and jostled the seat of Isabelle’s loaded baby pants through her sexy black dress. Isabelle whimpered.

Eily sniffled. Her lower lip wobbled around her thumb. Then the tough, ice-queen businesswoman started to cry.

There was a chorus of ‘awwws’ from the crowd, and Jacob stepped over to pull Eily into a sympathetic cuddle, although it was ruined somewhat by the way he turned his head and winked at the audience.

“Pwease,” Eily begged in her silly little girl voice, burying her face in Jacob’s shirt, gasping and hiccupping between her tears. “I don’t… wanna be… a freak!” She hated herself for breaking down like this, for showing vulnerability. She knew it must have something to do with the changes the nanomachines had made to her voice, to her whole way of communicating, but that thought did nothing to comfort her – especially since she knew she’d be stuck this way unless she won the competition. And now she had another thing to get rid of. A huge, babyish diaper wrapped around her butt. The thought of having to use it made her feel sick to her stomach. She could just imagine her husband laughing his ass off at the sight of her.

“There, there, baby,” Jacob cooed, a hint of mockery still present in his tone. “You’re not a freak. I promise.” He pulled out of the cuddle and looked her in the eyes. “You’re a very cute little slut, even in nappies.”

Eily wanted to spit in his face. Instead she heard herself say, with a desperate childish eagerness, “Weally?!”

Everyone laughed. Jacob chuckled and tussled her hair. Then he turned back to the audience. “Well, we’re almost ready to move on to the next round, but there is one little thing we have to do first.” He turned to grin at Isabelle. “I think someone needs a diapee change!”

At once, a pair of stagehands rushed out and laid down a large plastic changing mat, right in the middle of the stage.

“Nooo!” Isabelle protested in a whiny voice. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and against her will, her face screwed up into the ‘grumpy-face’ Jacob had taunted her for earlier. “I don’t wanna!”

“You can’t run around in your smelly pants all day, little one,” Jacob teased, “no matter how much you may want to.”

“I wanna get changed!” Isabelle insisted angrily through her tears, “But not in fwont of evewyone! I don’t want evewyone to think I’m a big, dumb baby!”

“But you are a big, dumb baby, Izzy,” said Jacob patiently. “Just a big, dumb baby in a bonnet, a bib, and a stinky diaper. And unless you win the game, that’s all you’ll ever be. So you’d better get used to having your icky nappies changed in public, sweetie.”

Isabelle cried even harder as Jacob hoisted up her dress, exposing her soiled nappy, and lowered her gently onto the changing mat.

“Good girl,” he cooed, getting to work undoing the tapes on her adult-sized Huggies. “That’s a good baby.”

Although she was partially obscured from view by Jacob’s kneeling form, the audience cheered when Isabelle’s long, slender legs were lifted into the air, and they knew the swimsuit model was bottom-up like a baby for her diaper change.

Isabelle sobbed, but Jacob reached out to tickle her tummy, eliciting an involuntary gurgling giggle from the tearful woman.

“You’re being so good for Daddy, baby,” Jacob crooned as he wiped Isabelle’s messy bottom with a pack of baby wipes. “I’ll have you back in a nice, clean nappy in no time. I wonder how long it will be until you make it all yucky again!”

Isabelle wailed and covered her face with her hands, but Jacob was having the time of his life. “P-U!” he exclaimed, wrapping up Isabelle’s diaper and dumping it beside him. “What a little stinker you are, Izzy! It’s a good thing you’re pretty. Can you lift your bottom for me again, baby? I need to slip your clean nappy under that sexy little tushy of yours… That’s a good girl! There we are. Now you’re nice and comfy, and our floors are safe from all your icky little accidents. Win win!”

The audience clapped and cheered as Jacob pulled Isabelle to her feet. The woman was still hiding her scarlet face with her hands.

“Back behind your podium now, babykins,” Jacob said, delivering a hard swat to Isabelle’s padded rear. “And let’s begin the seventh round!”

Isabelle toddled back behind her podium, refusing to look up and make eye contact with anyone. As she did so, the giant screen flashed their current scores:

Isabelle - 2

Kimberly - 2

Eily – 2

“As you can see, we currently have a three way tie!” Jacob announced. “That means it’s anyone’s game! All three ladies are still in the running – although by this point, they’ve each managed to get four penalties, which means that even if they win, they’ll be stuck forever with at least one of the alterations they’ve been given thus far! So have a think, girls! If you win, which penalty are you going to keep?”

Eily sucked her thumb furiously. There was no way she was going to be stuck in fucking nappies for the rest of her life, forced to deliberately shit in her own pants like some kind of overgrown baby freak. But she couldn’t spend the rest of her days dressing like a schoolgirl either. And the idea of sucking her thumb or speaking like a sweet, innocent little girl forever were both enough to turn her stomach as well.

Isabelle cringed. She’d definitely be getting her potty training back, that was for sure. And she’d be getting rid of the absurd bonnet and bib too. But what next? She couldn’t go around talking in a dumb baby voice forever. She pouted stupidly. She’d have to be stuck making silly baby expressions for the rest of her life!

Kimberly shifted anxiously in her slightly wet pull-ups. Which penalty would she keep? Being sent back to potty training was certainly the worst one by far. She supposed it wouldn’t be so bad to have a pair of scruffy, babyish pigtails permanently. Or even to dress in dumb toddler-style overalls. And her lisp was a fairly tame punishment too. The idea of being stuck with any one of these at the beginning of the night would have been utterly horrifying, but compared to the kinds of penalties the other women had experienced, and the ones that could be yet to come, she realised now that they weren’t so terrible. Still, they’d be enough to make her a laughingstock in the legal career she wanted to pursue. But if she could just win the game, the amount of money she could make would make that bearable.

“Alright girls, let’s begin!” Jacob shouted. “You know the drill! The theme for this round will be… Body Modification!”

Their podiums lit up, and, with deep steading breaths, the three women made their decisions, all feeling sick at the thought of what body modifications the stupid game show might have in store for them. An instant later, their choices were revealed. Kimberly let out another sigh of relief. She’d got through another round. But Eily and Isabelle both squealed “No!” in unison. Kimberly had chosen paper, and both Eily and Isabelle had selected rock.

“Congratulations, girls!” Jacob called, while the audience applauded enthusiastically. “I can’t wait to find out how your bodies will be changing! Let’s see the penalties. For Eily, the options are… “Bimbo Boobs! Or… Bubble Butt!” He laughed. “I’m sensing a theme here!”

Eily nearly started crying again. The game master was trying to turn her into a babyish bimbo hooker! No matter what the outcome, she’d end up looking like a cheap skank!

“And for Isabelle,” Jacob continued, “the choices are… Embarrassing Tattoos! Or… Flat Chested!”

Isabelle gasped and clutched at her sizeable breasts. She couldn’t lose them! But the thought of what tattoos might end up permanently branded onto her body made her feel dizzy with fear.

“So what will it be, ladies and gentlemen?” Jacob asked, turning to the crowd. “Will our little businesswoman get a ridiculous pair of stripper tits to show off with her schoolgirl uniform? Or will she have a cute bubble butt to hide under her diapers? And what about everyone’s favourite swimsuit model? Will she get a selection of adorable tattoos? Or will she be saying bye-bye forever to those breasts she’s so proud of? Vote now!”