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Still, she breathed in deep, and braced herself. If it was for her freedom, she could give up a bit of dignity. She took another drink from the sippy cup, and finished it off. There were only ten toys left to go in the box and give minutes left, so it was now or never. Of course, with the gas canisters and threats, "Never" really meant "every day from then on, constantly, on camera, with this embarrassing game becoming her permanent reality." "Good girl," the earbud said. "Now make a show with it. Remember, it's an accident, not a choice." "Right," she said under her breath. She considered how she wanted to do it, and thought of what she used to enjoy the most when she was on the other side. She swore to herself that if she got out, she'd never watch one of these videos again. Not with what she now knew. Her bladder was beginning to ache from the sippy cup, and she had wet herself as part of games before. It wasn't THAT far off. She tried to ignore her actual surroundings and imagined herself playing one of her games with her kink friends. She picked up a cell phone shaped toy, and went to a hole shaped like a Laurus Nobillis tree shaped hole. She put it in. When the shock came, she oversold the reaction. When she gasped and backed up, she immediately released her bladder. A familiar warmth began to fill her underwear. She paused for a second, letting it inflate as if she didn't notice. "Wait is she doing what I think she is..." a lone comment said on the chat. "No no no," she said as her pull up became too full. "OMG SHE's WETTING HERSELF!" a comment said, and the chat exploded again. In her best performance, she put her hands down to the front of her outfit and made a horrified face as a damp spot began to form on her overalls. "NO PLEASE NO!" she whined as it began to pour down her legs and form a puddle beneath her. "Danny wet told you NOT to do this!" the speaker said. "Good girl Danny," the earbud added. "Good little potty pants. Keep going, and collapse into your puddle." Danny obeyed and made a show of falling flat onto her behind with a splash. She whined and rocked side to side, still holding her hands in front of herself as the puddle beneath her soaked her overalls. In a minute it was done, and she sat panting in a puddle of her own making. Disgust and humiliation filled her, made even worse by the slight but un-ignorable edge of excitement. The chat was loving it. "Lol what a dumbass! She actually WET herself!" "This isn't normally my kink but its freaking hilarious." "Oh this is normal for Danny, she does it practically Daily." "Frankly I don't know when they bothered with pull ups. With a dummy like her, she should have been in diapers from the start." "Good girl. Our fans and sponsors are loving it. You've more than earned the next stage, and we think it will suit you well. I'm sure you've guessed part of it. Now finish your game, Puddles, and we'll get your next outfit ready for you." "Yeah yeah yeah," she muttered. She crawled around the playpen, letting them admire the soaked back of her clothes. She picked up the last toys off the ground, then stood up, again letting them gawk at her soaked through the front. There was only a minute left, so she just shoved the toys into random holes, taking the shocks and buzzers as they came. "Well it looks like Danny has failed again, in more ways then one! Excuse as as we amend her next outfit considering new evidence regarding her potty training and obviously lower than even expected intelligence level. Can she do anything right?" the annoucer said, and the chat loved the implications. "Good girl Danny. You're almost through, though we have to admit the next stage will be worse. When we are done, no one seeing this will respect you again, though you will at least get out free. Ok? Blink if you understand." Danny blinked, got on the trike, and waited for the next part.

"Ummm..." Danny said, looking around for the square." "A square has four sides Danny." "HEY!" "Four is one, two, three, four..." Danny growled and picked up the square, then shoved it into the circle hole." "AAA!" she shouted, and immedietly jumped back. A small electrick shock went from the box through her hands. "Every time she gets it wrong, she will get a shock to help her win. Also, to help her from being thirsty, she will finish her sippy cup in the same time. Say thank you Danny!" The voice added in a sickeningly sweet tone. She roled her eyes. "Thank you Danny," She said sarcastically. "You're welcome Danny! And remember it is only a half hour and you can use the bathroom if you win, so try not to have too many accidents in your pull up. They aren't made to handle too much!" "Right," she rolled her eyes. The earphones spoke to her. "Oh and Danny? YOu know what you absolutly will be doing in your pull up? Nod if you have figured it out." She nodded. "Mhmm. They will be SOAKED by the end. I want you leaking into your pants and whining about it for the camera. Also..." Danny gasped. Another shock, far stronger, came through the collar. "That is what will happen each time you get one 'right.' You are going to lose this, soak your pants, and move onto the next stage. Understood? Blink if yes." Danny gritted her teeth. She looked at the playpen walls again. There was no way out, and the gas canisters were opened menacingly toward her. So, if she 'lost,' it would be a series of painful shocks and humiliations. If she "won," it would be a series of far more painful shocks, followed worse humiliations. It was a rough choice, but not a hard one. She blinked her agreement. "Good girl. Get playing." The chat was already casting bets over her performance. Some had been convinced this was far too easy "Even for her," but most were certain she'd fail. A second bet was starting over whether she'd be able to keep from soaking her pull ups, with more then a few suggesting she'd be better off "already' diapered. "Already?" she said. They really didn't have faith in her. However, under the circumstances, she supposed they'd end up right in a way. She bent down, picked up a blue triangle, and dropped it in a blue triangle box. The green like went off, and her points went up. "Good girl Danny! You got it right!" the louder voice said. At the same time, her collar gave her a shock. "You're actually a bad girl Danny, ignore the other one. You only get a few of those before we just gas you and be done with it." "Ugh," she said. She picked up a square and tried to shove it into a much narrower circle, and jumped back from the small shock. The audience went wild with "Lols" and typed out laughter, and Danny glared at nothing. "Silly girl, it won't even fit in that hole. Try again." Danny put it through a larger icosikaipentagon. It went in, but she got another shock. "Ouch, confused a square for a icosikaipentagon. Common mistake, and she paid the price. Keep going Danny! Maybe you'll get the next one." "Also, remember to drink from your sippy cup! It has to be empty by the end, don't want to see ungrateful for the gift of water, do we?" "No," she said. "Thank you." She picked up the bottle. It was large and unwieldy, even heavy. She drank from it, then sat it back down. If she was going to have to soak through her pull up in front of a camera to get out, she'd need the water. "Soak through her pullup,"- the thought, and how casually it came, made her blush and shudder. It was a strange concept, and she had to remind herself she did generally LIKE this kink. It wasn't that she hadn't worn similar things before, and even experimented with... ahem... using them. It was it suddenly being forced, while others were watching, and knowing the results if she didn't do it. Even the threatened punishment- from what was implied, 24/7 submissive treatment with diapers and being treated as if she could not think for herself- was something she may have fantasized about in another scenario, but now seemed horrifying. The idea of being humiliated for these strangers online was something she had actively looked for in kink play and videos, and now wanted no part of in real life. Even the fact that her being made to wet her pull up almost certainly meant the next stage would involve her diapered was frightening enough to overwhelm her first wave of excitement at the thought. She looked at the box. At first glance, it was typical of such toys, if bigger than most. However, as she walked around it, she saw more and more complicated holes, with dozens of sides, bizarre shapes, and random sizes. It was almost perfectly on the line of being just difficult enough to be believable someone would fail while still making her look ridiculous if she did. She sighed. There was no point in putting it off. She took another sip from the bottle and shoved the cross into a bicycle shaped hole. The buzzer went off. She lost a point, and the audience laughed more than the betting odds turned even further against her. Most were convinced she'd lose, and the majority convinced she'd wet herself was growing. "Try to look dumb for the camera, Danny," the voice said. "Drink from your sippy cup like a good girl. Crawling is extra points." The voice continued to give her instructions, all designed to be as degrading as possible. She continued the game, and decided to give them the show they wanted. She had played these games in private, and otherwise would know how they looked from the videos. She moved between crawling around on the ground and deliberately stumbling on her feet, holding a wide eyed expression and looking genuinely shocked and confused when she got answers wrong. When she needed to drink, she sat flat on her bottom, held it with two hands, and deliberately spilled it on her overalls. Soon she was almost done, and the timer was running low. The score had her at 115 wrong to 45 right, and the audience was loving it. "Good girl Danny. You're well on your way to the next stage, and ensuring no one who sees these videos will ever respect your intelligence again. Now, remember your instructions about the pull up? Blink if you do." Danny blinked, and looked at the camera. She felt her face turn red. She had almost forgotten about THAT.

"Before we begin our next stage, a word for our sponsors." "If you are a sub who constantly finds themselves in pain from spankings or other punishments, we recommend Tryactin. Tryactin' like a good sub, and your doms won't have to spank you so much." Danny peddled down the dark hallway as the voice joked and ranted. She figured she should feel ridiculous, dressed as she was and riding a tiny tricycle toward her next "game," but with everything else going on it almost felt redundant. In a series where contestants often ended up dressed as dogs, and after having been spanked while giving deliberately wrong answers to easy math questions, what was riding a trike? "Dumb little Danny here would have loved that advice sooner, except it should have been ,"trying acting like a SMART sub," which is sort of a contradiction of terms, like jumbo shrimp. We'd have said it's an oxymoron, but Danny probably doesn't know that term. And, if any sub watching is also confused, as your doms to explain." Danny felt the air change. She noticed she had left the hallway and had entered a pitch black room. She stopped peddling. "Also, there really isn't much you can do about being dumb. You can try behaving more, but being dumb is just sort of state of being, and the best response is to admit you're a helpless, empty-headed little loser whose useless brains can't make decisions and find someone else to make those decisions for you, which any sub has done, and which will happen to Danny if she doesn't solve our next puzzle." "Speaking of..." There was a clicking sound, the formerly pitch black room lit up. She gasped and stepped back. "As you can see, Danny is shocked by the sight, despite literally having everything explained and it probably being obvious what was coming to any intelligent person. Frankly, if someone were, say, reading this as a script and needed a description of what she saw, they are probably also empty headed little losers whose useless brains can't make decisions. There would be no reason to write a description otherwise." The room Danny saw was, as expected, a step back from the adult sized class room. It was carpeted, with soft pastel coloured walls, and mounds of soft toys. In the centre was a giant cloth playpen, and in it, a large box with multiple holes in it. On the far wall, a livestream of comments was on display, and the audience was already gushing over what they thought her next humiliation would be. Danny dismounted the trike stepped forward. Directly in front of her was an outfit. Denim shortalls, with pink rabbits on the chest, a soft pink t-shirt, striped colorful socks, and sneakers. On top of it all, as she expected but shuddered to see, was a colorful pull up. "In other word, subs, like Danny will be if she can't solve this next, even easier, test. Right now, she is looking directly at a set of clothes in her size and unaware of what she is meant to do, which isn't a good sign." She looked up at the corners until she found a camera, then spoke directly into it. "You expected me to wear THAT?" She demanded. "And you really expect me to strip and get dressed in front of those cameras?" "Yes," the voice replied. "You have failed as a schoolgirl and proven you are too dumb for your current clothes, so we are downgrading you. Everything comes off except the collar, then you put the new, more intelligence appropriate outfit on." "NO." "Put it on or we're gassing you, and spanking you too. This is part of your test." "Then turn around," she said, and rotated her finger to show. "There is no one there to turn around, Dummy Danny." She rolled her eyes. "I mean, turn the camera around so the audience can't see me naked. I'll tell you when its safe." There was a pause. "You really expect us to rotate the camera just so you can have some privacy? You know they've already seen you spanked with your skirt up, right?" She folded her arms. "I don't care! Turn around." "NO! This is how we make money." "I thought you made money by selling Tryactin?" "WHY YOU LITTLE FUCKIn..." the voice seemed to be taking heavy breaths. "Do it or the game ends and you fail and go to the new owners, where people will see FAR more than this!" The voice in her ear spoke up. "Stop trying to be clever, brat. If you don't come up as dumb now, you will with the gas." She looked at the costume. She felt a shock coming from her collar. "Yes," the earbud said. "We can still punish you without the spanking machine. Now respond to the cameras and get dressed." She rolled her eyes again. "Right, silly me. I TOTALLY missed that ,"Tryactin" was a joke and that people will see more of me if I lose. I'm just so dumb I can't think of it. Guess I better get dressed for the camera." "Good girl. Be sure to pause nicely for us all!" Danny sighed. She looked down at the miserable outfit. To tell the truth, she'd worn much more embarrassing outfits before, just normally in front of a small group of friends as opposed to a kink website's worth of strangers. Well, if had to give them a show, she might as well get it over with. She unbuttoned the shirt and began to remove the schoolgirl outfit, degrading enough as it was for her, a college grad. "Play it up, Dummy," the voice said. "Remember, they think you are a dumb slut who loves kink videos. Convince them they are right." Danny paused. She bit her lip. She had seen dozens of these videos, and, though it was hard to admit, had fantasized about either position. She faced the camera and removed the shirt slowly. She stuck her chest out and waved at it. "Good girl! Just like that." She shuddered, as much from the unwanted attention as to how much the kink part of her brain still enjoyed being called "Good girl." She turned her back to the camera. She bent over slowly, removed her her socks and shoes. "Stick your bottom out more. Good girl." She shuddered, but obeyed. She then stood up, pulled down her skirt and underwear. She was now naked except for her collar, in front of an unknown number of gawking strangers. The audience was loving every second. "Now THATs a nice ass. Even better with the spank marks." "Shame to offer her a new outfit. Why not just have her compete like that?" "She seems to be loving this. Look at that posing!" Dozens of comments flooded in discussing every inch of her skin and muscle, and she shuddered at the attention. "Good girl. Now wait a moment, and put on the new clothes. Underwear first." Danny looked at the outfit. As embarrassing as her current outfit, or lack thereof, was, she at least had some level of pride as an adult and a woman. With THAT outfit... it would all be gone. The public spanking and forced display of stupidity was enough. This was too far. A pit formed in her stomach. It was one thing to fantasize about public embarrassment and watch it in (she thought) fake videos, experiencing it was another. Her face was flushed red, and her head felt as empty as they claimed it was. "Good girl for posing for our viewers," the earbud said. "Now maybe try getting dressed?" "Right!" she said out loud, and reached for the pull ups. "Right?" the louder voice said. "Ok, I suppose randomly shouting out words with no context is ok for some people." "Yeah yeah yeah," she said. She bent down and grabbed the pull up. She paused, turned her backside to the camera, and shook it before slowly standing up. "Good girl Danny. You are moving toward the "no gas zone," the earbud said. The audience response as she got dressed continued in the same vein. "Aww she looks SOO cute in that little diapie!" "Pull up, dumbass. Though it is." "It's so fitting for a dummy like her!" "Look at her face! Redder than her a$$! LOL!" In a few moments, she was standing in front of the playpen, fully dressed in the humiliating outfit. She could feel the pull ups every time she moved, and the eyes at all times. "Well now, its time to start! Enter the playpen, little Danny, unless you want to admit defeat." "No, I'm game," Danny said and stepped forward into the open door of the giant play pen. Immediately afterward, the door swung behind her and locked. She gasped, and looked behind her. She felt the walls. No way to grasp them, and though they were soft, they were tough. With their height above her head and closing in on the roof, there was no way out until it opened. "Lets see if you can figure out the next game. Try playing with the toy, little Danny." Danny looked around her. There were blocks of different shapes all around her, and matching shapes in the empty box. Beside the box, was a gigantic sippy cup full of water. "Right," She said, and rolled her eyes. Standard toy and drinking vessel for the age group she had been forced to dress at. She picked up a red star shaped block and droped it into a red star shaped hole. A green light went off with a dinging noise. On the projector screen in front of her, a green 1 came up. "Good girl Danny! What a smart little girl you are! Well done!" "Now, to explain the game! Little smarty pants Danny will have thirty minutes to put ALL the toys into the box! We will be keeping track of the right and wrong ones, and yes some can fit in the wrong hole. If she doesn't figure them all out in thirty minutes, she will lose. If she gets more then half wrong, she will also lose. Oh, and to help her... Danny, try putting that green square into the circle hole please?"

LOL right!? Poor little Danny is just looking dumber and dumber. Glad you like it! Aww thanks! Glad you think so. And that might make sense lol

"OOOO This is exciting! A pretentious girl gets her own!" "Apparently she liked this too! Getting exactly what she deserves! Doesn't look so smart with those pigtails." "LOL cute pigtails, NERD. Certainly doesn't look smart to me." "It is Danny, isn't it? I think I know her. Defiantly a dumb nerd. Likes to eat soap." So the chat from the video. On top of everything, she got to watch the audience mock her as she deliberately fails. "And let the game begin! Remember- each question wrong will be responded with a scolding and spanking. If you get more then half right, you are free to go." ....and get gassed into permanent studity, Danny added mentally. "If you don't, along with a sore bottom, you'll get a second chance with an easier test in the next room, then a third. Should be easy for a smarty-pants like you. Ready?" Danny blinked twice. The voice in her ear spoke. "This time you have to say it out loud, dumbass." "YES!" she said. "Good girl! First question for our little remedial student. What is 23x12?" Danny looked at the cheat sheet. "Umm... 246?" SMACK! Danny screamed out loud. The rod was FAR more painful then she had thought, more so then the first smack. "Ow ow ow," she moaned. She felt her knees buckle, and if it weren't for the ties she'd have fallen to the ground. She needed to take 50 of those!? At least, if the questions were that hard, it wouldn't be so embarrassing. "What is five plus five?" "OH COME ON!" What happened to the questions on the board? "Seriously? This should be an easy question. You can't even figure that out?" The chat exploded. "SERIOUSLY? She can't even do THAT!" "Most of her videos are diaper kink. You expect someone who can't keep their pants clean to answer math questions?" Danny gritted her teeth. She looked at the answer sheet, which didn't have an answer for it. "Lets see if you are getting it," the voice said. "Fifty five," she muttered. "Good smarty-pants," the voice said. "Now take your spanking." SMACK! "AAAA! OMG WHY IS IT SO HARD!?" Danny yelped. "Why are the questions so hard? They aren't for any intelligent adults." "I MEAN THE SPANKS YOU #(@(!" WHACK! "No swearing. Subs don't say words like "ass." And they are hard to encourage you to study. Except we suppose its too late for that since your in the test. So I guess because its fun." "HOLY SHIT she's dumb." "What has happened to the American education system?" "It's a well known fact that every time ADLs fill their diapers, they are turning their own useless brains into mush and dumping into the back of their pants, only to throw it in the trash where it begins with all pointless things. Danny is a fine example." The voice continued. "Now that we've had those two practice questions, lets move onto the ones on the board. "@&#!" Danny shouted. "AAAA!" she yelped at another smack. "We said subs don't swear! "Fuck" is a dom word!" The numbers came up again. "23 x 12." Danny sighed and looked at the answer sheet. "69" SMACK! "No, but funny to see where your mind is!" "207/3" "73.928361" SMACK! "That was an interesting guess." "HA! TAKE THAT DUMMY!" "Spank her again!" "Its SO fun to see pretentious brats learn their place!" "Look at those lines! Those spanks are REAL as fuck!" "@(#@ YEAH!" Danny felt tears beginning to drip from her face. Her bottom was throbbing, and she couldn't even imagine all the strangers gawking at her turning red. She sniffled, and through her tears she thought of something. In order to "fail," she only had to get more then half wrong. She had already answered a few wrong, so 50/50 from there on out would be fine. She thought." "5x5." "25." She said proudly. There was a pause. "Uhhh... that's right. Good girl!" "Lucky guess." "Maybe she remembered one thing from school? Did she go to college?" "Maybe they fed her one out of pity." "60/3." "40." SMACK! "AAAA!" "No dummy! You can't do anything right, can you? Bad girl!" "25 x 2" "50." "Maybe she is smarter than we gave her credit for! What a smart girl!" "13 x 2" "5693" SMACK! "AAA!" "Bad girl! What a widdle dummy! Seems you're well on your way to being demoted." The voice came back into her ear. "Alright listen you fucking brat. We know what you're doing. We want you spanked, sore, and looking like an idiot. This isn't doing it, and it makes it obvious it's a trick. If you give this away, I don't care the result, you're getting the gas. Your potential new owner is BEGGING us to gas you and we can just take the money. Follow the sheet if you want your head to have more IQ points then pigtails." Danny gritted her teeth. Ok, they wanted a real dummy? She'd give them one. "12/6" "9" SMACK! "STUPID GIRL!" "Good girl. We love how stupid you look right now. Enjoy the spanks! It was one of your kinks anyway." 50+5 "505" SMACK! "You should have studied! What a bad little student! What kind of adult can't figure this out?" "Good girl," the earbud said. "Keep going. Play the game." "20+5" "15" SMACK! Danny whimpered. "OOO she went the WRONG WAY with the numbers! Come on smarty-pants, I thought you were clever! You know even ACUTAL school kids can figure this out?" "10-5" "7" SMACK! "Come on! That was so easy! Tears poured down her cheeks. From pain or humiliation, she didn't know. "60-25" Danny read the question, blushed, and glared at the camera. "Come on, say it," the voice said. "Q" SMACK! "Really? Not even a number. Danny is answering the age-old question "Are you smarter than a fourth grader?" For her, the answer would probably be "purple", since she can't come up with a reasonable answer to anything." The chat was going wilde. Each wrong answer built the mocking, and they cheered as her bottom was paddled into a red and purple mess of bruises. She hung her head. They were winning, and she was losing, no matter what happened. "Is she really that stupid?" "I think so. Funny she thought she was so smart." "Actually no pity. Spank that butt into oblivion. Someone that dumb at her age is insane." "Walking Dunning-Kruger, thinks she's a genius, the biggest idiot around. Spank her again!" "Anyone know where she works, so I can never hire them?" Danny read the mocking through tears. Did no one realize it was a fake game? They couldn't actually think she was that dumb, did they? She saw her reflection in the camera. Pigtails, short skirt, Velcro shoes... she wouldn't think she was smart either. "Ok, we are down to the last questions. Our poor, dumb widdle smarty pants hasn't done much right, and is heading right to the next game no matter what. However, lets she if she can partially redeem herself, or earn more spanks on our easiest questions. Let's see if she can at LEAST do that, or if she's even dumber than she looks. We will also increase the strength of the spankings for further encouragement." The voice spoke. "If you get one of these right, it's the gas for you. Show us how dumb you can be." Danny braced herself. This was going to be rough. "2+2" Danny cringed internally. "3" SMACK! "AAAA!" Danny streaked outright. Tears poured from her eyes, and she whined. "Ow ow ow..." "Good girl," the voice said. "Keep being a good girl like this and you may get out with your brain intact." "OH MY GOD SHE'S DUMB!" "Honestly I'd spank her too." "What school did she go to? SHUT IT DOWN!" "I almost feel sorry for whoever ends up as her dom. Dealing with that stupidity would be harsh." The annoyingly simple question continued, along with the horrifyingly painful spanks when she deliberately got them wrong. Then came the final one. "1+1." She bawled, but forced the words out. "I don't know." "What? You have to answer." "I don't know. Please, I'm not smart. I wasn't clever and figured out you were cheating, I'm just a dumb little girl who can't understand numbers." "Its literally one plus one. If you don't answer, its five smacks." Danny whined. She looked at the answer sheet, and read. "I know. I just can't understand numbers. It's too much for my..." she cringed. "Dumb, useless little brain in my empty pig tailed head." "Good girl. Keep reading," the earbuds said. "Last chance to provide an answer. It is literally one plus one." "I..." She sobbed. "Say it." "I don't know what plus means." The chat errupted with laughing faces as the five, hard smacks rained on her bottom. "Well, we figured you were dumb, but that took the cake. Guess it's onto the next game!" The door to her left slammed shut, and another began opening to her right. "Good girl. Keep playing the game, and you will get through. Remember, the next game will be more humiliating, and the one after that even worse, but if you fail- its permanent diapers for the baby-brain." The straps unlocked. Danny stood up and immediately put her hands to her aching bottom to rub it. Soft, circus style music started playing. Danny first heard the sound of wheels, then saw the shaped of a small tricycle being ridden by a human shape come through the door. It emerged into the light, and Danny screamed. On top of the tricycle was a bizarre, twisted clown doll. Its features were exaggerated, its eyes glowed red, and red circles were painted on its cheeks. She pointed at it with a shaking hand. "What is that? Is that some kind of robotic avatar of whoever is speaking, meant to mock me as I'm tortured? "What? No dummy," the voice responded. "That would be stupid. What do you think this is, some kind of cheap B level horror movie? We're just giving you a tricycle to ride to the next game. The doll is just there to peddle to you. It doesn't speak or torture anyone, it's just a doll. Get rid of it and get on the tricycle." "Oh," Danny said. She picked up the limp doll and cast it away. "Come on Not-So-Smarty Pants, tardy students get punished! Our viewers are waiting."

Ah, too bad. Well find someone else to publicly diaper and embaress Today, we have three tests for you, and each is simpler then the last. The one you see in front of you is testing you at a school level. Pass it, and you are free to leave through our exit" To Danny's left, a gate lifted over a wide, black hallway. "Fail it, and the door will shut. However, you won't be done immediately- you will be bumped down to a pre school with a test designed for toddlers. Pass it, and you re try this one again. Fail it, and you get the baby test. If you fail the baby test... well..." The screens switched to show dozens of men and women, all previous victims of the games. They were all dressed similarly- each one in diapers, each one with some infantile clothes. Some crawled around playing with baby toys, others were "studying" simplistic questions as their masters watched with paddles and rulers. More then a few were actively getting spanked or punished, and from what she could tell, perhaps a third of them had wet or messed their diapers. She recognized many of them as people who had failed similar tests to this one and ended up as permeant adult babies to wealthy owners. "You know these people? You know what happened when they failed?" She gulped. "Yes." "Good girl. Then you know how important it is to pass." The screen changed back to her own game, and she once again cringed at the view of her own embarrassing out fit and exposed bottom. "But.... please," she begged. "You can't do this to me! I'm not like them, I'm..." "You're what? Better than them?" Danny shuddered. It sounded horrible, but that was what she meant. "Seems to me, you are the same. And if you aren't, then prove it. We will start reading out the questions in front of you, and you will answer. For each you get wrong..." WHACK! The ruler hit her again, and she shouted. "At the end, if you get more then half right, you go free. Less then half, and you'll move down a level. Understood?" Danny sighed. Humiliating as it was, with her hands and feed locked in place she really had no choice but to play along until she could win or find an escape. "Yes, I understand." "Good. Even a dummy like you should be able to get this. Now, the game will begin in one minute..." Something buzzed in her ear. "Hello Danny," a different voice said. "Don't respond out loud, just blink if you can hear me." Danny gasped. She hadn't felt the earplugs in before, but with the sound it was unmistakable. "I said not out loud silly. Blink if you can hear and understand me." Danny blinked. "Good girl! What a smart girl. Now, the main voice isn't quite honest. Since you are such a special, smart little girl, we decided to give you a special type of game only you get to know about. Isn't that fun!" "Ummm..." "Not out loud silly. Do you want to know the special game for the special girl? Blink if you do." She blinked. "Good girl! Ok, the special, REAL game only you get to know about is this. That 'open door' you see is actually the back of our truck. If you go in there, you will be gassed, and wake up in your new owner's cage." She glanced to the left. It was dark, so it was impossible for her to say if it was true or not. "Now look down to the left and don't react. Blink when you see it. This is your answer key." Danny looked to her left. There, hidden under the desk where the camera couldn't see it, was a series of numbers, all listed one to fifty. She looked at the questions, then at the answers. She had to keep herself from saying "ummm" again. Most of the answers didn't line up. In fact, some were pathetically wrong. One question she noticed, "2+3", was answered with 23. "Good girl. Now look to your right and don't react." Danny looked. A large yellow canister was attached to the wall, with its nozzle pointing directly at her. "That is a full of what we call "Dumb Baby Gas." Its effects are effectively what its affects effectively affect to... " Never mind. It does what it sounds like. It is what we use on failed participants. Understand?" She nodded. "In your case, however, we will use it if you WIN. Since your such a little smarty padded-pants, when we ask the questions, you are going to give the wrong answers below. Each time you do, you will get spanked, and the audience will think you are too dumb to understand. They will laugh, and your pretend stupidity will be broadcast online." Danny's face drained. The entire world will see her pretending to be an idiot? She pictured it- the smirking faces, strangers laughing at her- what if it got back to people she knew? Or even her own work? She shuddered. Her reputation would never recover. Not to mention the spanking itself. The first few whacks had made her scream. An entire game full of them would leave her balling. "Then, when they think you've failed and moved onto a back up test instead of getting out, you will actually be moving forward instead of being gassed." "Each "test," made to look easier for you, will actually be more humiliating as you deliberately fail for our audiences amusement. You must swallow your pride, smarty-pants." "If you get through and succeed in the final test, you'll be let go- albeit in the most humiliating outfit we can give you, and the entire internet thinking you are a moron, and sore from the constant punishments we give you for it. If you try to answer right, they may think you are as smart as you pretend to be... and you'll be gassed and living as a full-time mind blanked adult baby, your IQ gone, and fail anyway, and we'll tell everyone you choose it." Danny blushed. The idea of deliberately failing the game was humiliating while getting spanked on camera, but the alternative... Her blush depended. She valued her mind and cleverness, permanently losing it was unthinkable. "So which is it? Have the world think you're dumb but stay smart, or have the world think you are smart but become done? Blink twice if you are going to play our way." Danny paused, but the truth was it wasn't much of a decision. A bit of diaper play was exciting. A lifetime of dirty diapers, crawling around, with no mind left to fight back, would be horrifying. She blinked twice. Music began blaring, and lights swirled around the room. In front of her a projected screen appeared on the chalk board. On the right of it, words began showing.

LOL well next time!

THanks! I'd appreciate it, though I do have a bit of a back log due to some issues over the summer.

Glad you enjoy! Guessing you'd love to play one of these "games?" Oh there is a TON. I intent to match the level of grislyness of the films I'm parodying with the level of humiliation in this one LOL ah was that not subtle enough?

LOL I bet! Could do 10 stories and a meta side story There is more coming for poor Danny. If I were to make it a franchies and you know anyone else who should also be in the next part, like a lost little, let me know!

Danny sat at her computer, chin on her hand, and watched the series of videos with growing boredom. "There is no way people think this is real," she said. "Yeah, it's obviously a bunch of actors" Alex replied. "I'm sure you could sign up if you wanted." Danny snorted. "As if. Seems more up your alley." "Nah I actually have a life. You know, like an adult. It's you who'd be sacrificing nothing." "#(@ off, sissy brat." The website was called "We all Saw It." It claimed to feature overly stuck up or elitest men and women being brought down a few pegs. In reality, it was mainly kink videos. The current video showed a woman on all fours in a dog cage, wearing a latex suit resembling a dog. A mountain of dog food was piled up in front of her as a timer ran out, and a leash that attached to a collar around his neck was pulling her toward it. "HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" She screamed. A dark, corrupted voice came into the video. "No one is coming. No one is around for miles. You better start eating if you want out." She cried and sobbed no, but the leash only got tighter. Finally, her head was pulled into it, and she started eating. Each bite made her gag, and she cried more, but she kept eating. "So what's the gimmick here?" Alex asked. "She's been giving mind-altering drugs, with the cure spread through the food. If she doesn't eat it all before the time is up, her mind will collapse, and she'll become a permanent pet, like the other videos." They flipped through a second section of the site, where videos showed former 'failed competitors' dressed up as dogs and cats, being streamed 24/7 in their new lives. "So how do they do the 24/7 thing after? That can't be just actors." Danny shrugged. "I don't know. AI?" She flipped through them. "This work at all? For an idea? I don't remember you writing stuff like this before." Alex rolled his eyes. "I've done some, but not my main thing. More importantly, is it what you want, since you are the one with a free commission who couldn't decide for almost a year what you wanted. Don't you like the diaper stuff more?" Danny bit her lip. "Yeah." "So then maybe go to those for inspiration?" Alex rolled his eyes again. Danny went to a different page, with pictures of men and women in diapers. She clicked on one titled "Last lunch", with a picture of a high chair. The video began roughly as they all did, with the voice saying "I want to play a game." It then opened to a blond woman, seemingly asleep, sitting in a high chair. She was naked except for a diaper and a bib, and her hair was in pigtails. Beside her, a stream of comments was running. "LOL I love the diapered ones. Wonder what she did." "Wakey baby girl!" As she woke up, she looked around, then began to scream. She pushed and pulled at the high chair, but nothing gave way. The videos always began with a list of the contestants "crimes"- normally less "crime" in the legal sense and more "too big for your (now padded) britches" or "cheated on your spouse." Danny skipped this, and came on when the woman had calmed down. Much like the pet video, a pile of food dropped in front of her from a conveyor belt. In this case, it was a large bowl of mush, and several baby bottles filled with milk. "There is no way out of out our binds without breaking your own limbs. The only way out is to play. Are you willing to play?" She sniffed and nodded. "The food and milk in front of you is filled with a heavy laxative. To escape, you must eat it all before our timer runs out. The results in your diaper will be filmed and broadcast for the world to see, and links will be sent directly to those you have mocked and lorded over. "If you fail to finish it in time, you will be injected with a toxin that will render you permanently incontinent, and sent to live full time as the live in adult baby for one of our sponsors. Your life will consist of you crawling around, sucking pacifiers, and filling your diapers again and again for our fans. So what will it be? One quick humiliation, or a lifetime of it?" "No no no..." she sobbed, but the timer started in front of her for an hour. She looked down at the food, and began eating. The comments cheered her on. "Yes yes, fill those pamps you brat!" "She totally deserves it. I hope she messes for us and ends up as a baby anyway." "I wish she'd be MY baby!" "I wish my face was her chair when she does it lol" "Does that do it for you?" Alex asked. Danny blushed. "Well I uhhh umm I mean it's a bit gross obviously but uhh..." Alex sighed. "It's ok. It's far from the worst I've written. And honestly, if it is, I'd rather you just say it rather then keep me waiting." "Well... I don't know." Alex put his head in his hands. "I know. Most of my audience are little subbies like you who can't make decisions. That is why you are subs. It's just a tough business when I need you to actually pick something." "What?" Danny thought about it. "HEY! That's not..." "So you weren't considering a story where you are forced to mess a diaper?" Danny blushed deeper. "Welll..."" Alex shook his head. "Whatever. Just decide and let me know. I have to go, but don't want to be left on the hook for a free commission forever. Bye!" "Bye," Danny replied, and watched him leave. She then turned back to her video. Danny skipped ahead. The diapered and pig tailed woman was still eating, and at the same time, she squirmed and whimpered in her seat. "No no please not on camera no no PLEASE NOOO!!!" she shouted. Her body convulsed, and her bottom lifted. "YES YES YES" the comments responded, almost all at once. The microphones were sensitive, and tied directly to her seat. As she squirmed, the crinkling of her diaper came through loud on the speaker, then... "BRRAPPPT!" the sound was loud and clear, and there was no question what she was doing. She gasped and sobbed again as the back of her diaper inflated and sagged. The chat went wild with celebration, and the likes on the video jumped. The won screen stayed raised above her seat, flexing her legs and leaning over her food to keep from settling in her mess. She cried, and stopped eating. "Do you like that feeling? Do you like your messy diaper? Do you like knowing it was broadcast, with sound, to thousands of our viewers and will be left online forever?" "No," she sobbed and shook her head. "Then you better hurry. You have half your time left. If you don't want this to become your daily ritual, you better be a good baby, sit back down on your high chair and in your dirty diaper and finish your food. Otherwise, your new adoptive "parents" are eagerly waiting, and offering us money to end it now. She sighed, cringed, and sat back into her diaper. She went back to eating. Danny skipped ahead. Her diaper had inflated several times over, and was soaked brown. Her food was barely more then half gone. She skipped to the end. She was crying, and the leftover food was being taken away. Her diaper was overflowing, and it dripped down her leg. So, evidently, she had failed. A mechanical arm with a needle came onto screen and injected her, and she passed out. The chat had labelled her "CEO Potty Pants," supposedly referencing her past life of "crimes," and celebrated her failure. Danny switched to the next section. There was an entire page now titled "CEO Potty Pants." An image of her face crying and sucking a pacifier made up most of the page photo. It appeared she was bent over someone's lap, and her diaper rose behind her, with an arm holding a paddle over it. In her new life, she was getting paddled in a diaper over someone's lap. There were multiple videos. Highlights of her worse punishments and compilations of her messing, along with more narrative ones of her waking up to her new life and slowly being "trained" to accept it. Above it all, there was a larger video with a still running live stream. She was in a giant room, presumably, (and as was normal for these videos) in a mansion. In the livestream, she was sitting in a playpen pushing plastic shapes into a box. She was wearing full footed baby pajamas, was clearly thickly diapered, and sucked a pacifier. As Danny watched, she rose up, messed herself, and settled back down to her toys. No one was around her, and nothing forced her to be there. From the looks of it, if it was real, she had been completely trained into submission. Danny shook her head. She clicked at different points, going back days. If the videos were real, she was now permanently diapered and in baby clothing, being treated as she was dressed by a couple in a gigantic mansion. From the description, her new "parents" were "CEO Potty Pant's" former business competitors. Danny made a face of disgust. She went to comment. "So, we all know this is AI or something right? There is no way this is real." Immediately comments replied saying she didn't know what she was talking about, and she responded to some, saying they were falling for a lie. She flipped through the other videos. "No one is dumb enough to think this actually happened right? It's all actors and CGI.' More arguments. Danny doubled down, and kept commenting. "If you think that, you really must be dumb, or a liar." "No way. This would be totally illegal." "If you really think this is real, prove it." She paused. A note appeared at the top of her page, and she clicked on it. For all her comments, she got one thumb up. To her surprise, it was labelled "We All Saw It"- the maker of the videos. "I wonder what that could mean," she said, and closed the page. ... Her stomach was aching. Did she eat something? Perhaps her chair was tucked too far into her computer desk. With a start Danny realized she wasn't at her computer desk. More then that, her eyes were closed. She opened them, and saw that everything around her was dark. So, she must have been sleeping in bed. Except, she didn't feel like she was in bed. Actually, she didn't remember going to bed at all. She decided to roll over and turn on the light. "What?" She said. Something stopped her wrists from moving. "AND IT SEEMS OUR NEW CANDIDATE IS AWAKE! Hello Danny, we want to play a game." A loud voice said. "Before we begin, a word from our sponsors. Tired of misbehaved subs? Try "Decisionless Leashes and Chains" for full body control. They can't do anything wrong if they can't do anything at all. Now to begin." The lights came on, and Danny began screaming. She knew where she was. She had seen it a thousand times. It was supposed to be fake, a dark joke, a weird fantasy for people like her, filled with actors and actresses, but here it was. It was the same room from all her porn videos. There was no mistaking it. She was in the "We All Saw It" dungeon. Worse, she was the prisoner. "No no no non this can't be happening," She whined. She pulled at her wrists and ankles, but found they were locked in place, holding her bent over something. "Oh but it is Danny. It is. And if you don't play along, we'll be finding you a new permanent home." "NO PLEASE NO OOO!" she shouted. "This is insane I'm not really here! This is a dream!" She shouted, slamming her fists against the wood in front of her. WHACK! Something hit her backside with stunning force, and she screamed in pain. "Did you feel that?" "Yes!" she shouted. "So you know it's not a dream." "Yes but its fake! This was all fake! They were actors and actresses and it was just..." WHACK! "OW!" she sobbed. "Please no you can't do this to me." "Oh? You seemed fine when we did it to all those others" the voice replied. "Yes but they were..." she tried to think of a word. They had all committed crimes, had cheated on their partners, had lied and run businesses into the ground. "People who failed. I had a good job, I had friends, was dating, I don't belong here!" WHACK! Another smack, and another yelp. "And that is the exact arrogance that got you here. Ladies and gentlemen on the internet, please welcome our contestant Danny! This one is CERTAIN she is just FAR smarter than everyone else, so much so that she could see right through our videos! Now she has a chance to prove how smart she is in... OUR NEW CLASSROOM!" More lights came on. "Wha?" She asked. In the pause that followed, she tried for the first time to get stock of her surroundings. She was tied to what looked like a wooden desk. She was bent over, with her hands secured in front of her, and her ankles tied spread on the ground. There was a screen beside her, and she saw herself in it from multiple angles. "Noo..." she moaned. "Not like that..." The theme of the set-up was obvious. She was wearing a skimpy schoolgirl style uniform, the kind that existed more in costume stores then actual schools. There was a short plaid skirt over knee-high socks, black leather shoes, and a white button up with a tie. Her hair was in pigtails and tied with bows. Thanks to cameras behind and above her, she could see that her skirt was pinned up to expose frilled white kitten panties, narrow enough that most of her bright red ass was visible to the camera. Around her neck was a tight, pink collar- one the comment sections always rumored could control the victims, or, alternatively, had speakers to give instructions to the hired performers. They were exactly the sort of thing this site put the actresses- now she knew them to be victims- into, and she shuddered at the thought of countless online perverted strangers gawking at her backside and humiliating outfit. She was bent over a large teacher's desk with a wooden ruler raised up, which she assumed was the object that had been spanking her. From a camera above she could see that the desk was covered with "tests" marked with giant red "Fs." Each one described one of her "failures"- unsuccessful work programs, missed deadlines, and of course, incorrectly guessing that this was all fake. More desks with "Fs" on them lined up behind her In front of her was a chalkboard. Written on it were math problems, numbered one to fifty. She looked them up and down. All of them seemed simple. It began with multiplication with low numbers, 23x12, 207/3. From there they got simpler, with most of the rest being basic addition and subtraction. The last ones written were just 2+2 and 1+1.. Beside it, the comments were already pouring in. "Ohh I can't wait for this one! Such an arrogant brat, she earned it!" "I hope that behind is BRIGHT FUCKING RED by the end." "How dumb do you have to be there? Its literally basic math." "Think she'll end up in diapers like the others She looks like she belongs in them." "I think I know this girl. She is pretty dang dumb. Also, she stinks." So, the "game" was that she was a failed student being punished by a professor. Presumably, everything she did wrong would get her a spank. But then why were the questions so easy? "Yes, exactly like this Danny. As you are so convinced of your own intelligence, you will have a chance to prove it.

Wow. How old is this one? Unless I'm confused I remember seeing it a LONG time ago. You always have a good writing style with these. Very clear. How many stories did you lose?

Everything is something 😛 Nice start! Keep going

THis is perhaps one of the darkest such stories I've read. However, it is still very fun. THanks for sharing

Sorry I don't think I"ll be adding to this one. Thanks though!