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ZAAAP!! A very different kind of 'bolt' rang from her collar and stopped halfway as its shocked her worse then she had ever felt before. She collapsed to the ground moaning. "Danny, we know you are dumb but that is still much. The room is sealed. The door is built out of steel and is unbreakable without heavy equipment. Beyond that, you are still in a locked facility made out of cement, and we can always just gas you the way you'll probably be gassing your new doms when they permanetly diaper you if you fail. You're only way out is through our game, probably soon to be stinky pants." Danny grumbled and got back up off the ground. "Now, put you're pampered and powdered bottom in the high chair. Again, our test is two fold. Since you failed to pass our kindergarten math OR our pre school game, you must prove you can at least out do a baby, and these tests will show." "We will lock you in for one hour. Within that time, you must finish that entire bowl of food and all those bottles. This will prove you are capable of feeding yourself. Second, you must keep from messing your diapers. This will prove you have the most basic level of self control. "If you can at least do that, we will count it as a success. Since we already saw you soak your pull ups, we know you aren't at that level yet and wont be testing it, but you should at least stop from humiliating yourself in a poopy diaper." "If you pass them both, you will be moved back up to the other tests. Fail both, and you will go to live as a permanent sub, your endless humiliation broadcast for our fans, we will give you the strongest level of mind control fluid, and we will make sure your doms are ESPECAILLY strict. If you fail one but not the other, it is in between. You will live as a sub, but with some privacy, some of your mind left, and some freedom. Undertsood?" Danny cringed. Even describing it as "poopy" made far worse. They couldn't have gone with "Messy" or "shitty?" Still, she nodded. The earphone spoke. "As you've probably guessed Danny since you are so clever, it is the second part here that is the gag. You WILL humiliate yourself in a poopy diaper. Its not even a question, your food is loaded with more laxatives then your body can take. You are to sit in the high chair, eat all the food in one hour, and let them do their job on your body, your diapers, and your dignity. As long as you finish the food, that door will open and while everyone thinks you are being shipped to your new dom, you can leave. Blink twice if you understand." Danny blinked twice. "Good girl. Such a little smarty padded pants. Now, into the high chair." Danny waddled toward the high chair. The table was already open at an angle, so she climbed up and sat down. Immediately, the table made a grinding sound, swung closed, and locked. A timer for one hour appeared in front of her. "Remember Danny, the contest is twofold, and will determine your fate. Finish both parts, and you are free. Finish one but not the other, and you'll become a permanent sub. Fail both, and your dom's treatment of you will shine out as an example to scare other subs on our page." Danny gulped. The message boards were filled with anticipation. Some were upset at the prospect of not being able to see her life as a sub, others were excited to see her fail entirely. None thought she'd win out overall. "Annnddd.. BEGIN!" TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK... The timer went down, accompanied by the sound of a giant clock blasting through her work space. The chat ran wild in front of her, with people taking bets on her performance, with almost everyone betting against her keeping her diapers clean. Of course, they were all right, even if they didn't know why. She looked at the mush, knowing that even a few bites would ensure a messy diaper before the timer was up. Still, better then the alternative, and she had an entire message board to prove wrong. She put the spoon in, and took the first bite. She had make a grimace. She had expected it to be bland. Instead, her mouth was assaulted with the awful combination of peas, onions, and olives that made her want to gag. "What's that? Does widdle baby Danny not like her little baby food? Want a buh buh instead?" Danny reached for the bottle and drank heavily, then had to refrain from spitting it out. The drink she assumed was regular milk must have been the cheapest formula they could find. It was grainy, sour, and all round awful. A faint salty and bitter taste she assumed was the laxative came in after, and made her choke. "Aww, no good for the baby either? Too bad. Drink it all, or its all you'll be having for the rest of your baby life." She glared at the camera, but went back to eating. The bowl was gigantic, and even if it tasted like ambrosia she wondered if she could finish it all in time. She shoved spoonful after spoonful of the disgusting mush into her mouth, forcing it down with gulps from the baby bottles. The chat was loving her pain. "How long until there is more mush in her diapers then the bowl?" "I wonder what it tastes like? I hope its AWFUL. She is SUCH a brat." "So she CAN feed herself. Almost surprising giving her other failures." "Look, she's reading! Quick everyone tell her what a dumb diaper baby we all think she is." "Dummy." "Dummy." "Stinky brat." "Dumb baby" "Dummy." "Stupid little girl." "Are we sure she can even read?" Danny tried to ignore the mocking and focused on the bowl. Over a dozen spoonfuls in, already feeling full, and she hadn't even made a dent. She leaned forward out of her high chair and kept shoveling it into her mouth and followed it with more 'milk' from the bottles. Within a few minutes her bladder was already full, and she just let it go into her diaper, ignoring the comments as it changed color. Danny was only a quarter of the way through the time, and less then that for the food, when her stomach grumbled for the first time. She paused and sat up straight in shock. Could it really be THAT strong? A deep cramp hit her, and her stomach grumbled again. The chat rushed to comment, and the odds against her leaving with a clean diaper went up even further. "Remember Danny, you still have to finish the bowl either way," the voice said, snapping her out of her shock. She looked at the bowl in despair. 16 minutes down, her stomach aching and full, and less then a quarter of the mush gone. From the voice in her earbuds, this was only the real test, with her filling her diaper just a guaranteed side effect. However, that was proving to be difficult enough. Still, it was eat this entire bowl and deal with an aching stomach and a messy diaper, or a lifetime as some pervert's brainwashed live in sub. She squashed the thoughts that it actually might be fun, and kept eating faster. It was less than a minute later when the next cramp hit, and she felt pressure in her gut.. BRRAPPPT! Danny bolted up in shock, then looked behind her at the back of her diaper. She knew she had farted, but the volume was ear-splitting. Of course the creeps had microphoned the back of her high chair, right where her diaper was meant to be. It made it loud for the audience, and her shocked reaction made it seem like she didn't know it was happening. In fact, of course they always microphoned the victim's diaper. In fact, of course in the diaper videos their victims' food was probably all also laced, of courses their backsides were microphoned, and of course they probably also had seperate sets of instructions. SHe remembered countless videos she'd seen on this page of the same thing. Outside of some particulairly badly written kink stories she'd read, grown adults didn't need to go to the bathroom that suddenly after eating, and it was never as loud as it was shown. The chat filled with laughing and "pee-yews" and "lols," but Danny simply kept eating. Once she accepted that one part of this test was actually inevitable, it was easier to take the other part. More cramps, more excessivly loud gas. Danny tried pissing in her diaper again to relieve some pressure on her gut. While it made some relief, it barely lasted a moment, and her now overfull diaper became a puddle that squelched when she moved. Bad idea. She kept eating and looked at the clock. Less than twenty minutes in. Danny already knew well the rash from sitting in a full diaper too long and prayed she could at least last half way. More spoonfuls, more cramps, and... "EEEP!" Danny shouted as the question was answered for her. Her body convulsed, she leaned forward automatically, and both felt and heard the mush pour into her diaper.

LOL they always are. Poor saps, the subs never win

HMMM something tells me it won't end well for Danny! Guess we'll have to wait and see!

No problem! :)

"If you are going through hell, keep going." The quote that came to Danny's mind as she continued along the long steel hallway was from Churchill. It felt fitting to her situation. The voice in her ear told her as long as she kept going and ignored the humiliation, she'd get through. Of course, Churchill said it to inspire armed soldiers as they stormed through Europe in the second world war. That was a very different scenario then her current predicament of riding a tricycle down a hallway in a piss-soaked pull up and overalls. She VERY much doubted it would apply to having to embarrass herself by deliberately failing at pre-school level math questions and games. Of course, Churchill had his own issues, and in fact might have just found her situation funny. For all she knew, he'd be the kind to be on the other side. Maybe not the best choice. Of course, until a day ago she was ALSO the kind to be on the other side, so perhaps she shouldn't judge. Her legs began to chaff from the soaked costume, and her stomach turned nauseous, thinking about what it was. She considered complaining, but was more frightened of what they'd replace it with. The air changed, and even in the darkness, she realized she had entered a larger room. Her eyes adjusted, and she saw the expanse in front of her. "Before we explain our next game, a word from our sponsors. Alex's Kink Writing- never learned to write, never learned to spel, never learned to get out of diapers, for an audience who never learned the difference. He didn't specify what our adds said so he has to pay for that." "Welcome to the last game, Danny! Remember, if you fail this, you'll become a permanent live in sub for the adopting couple. They are with us and believe me, they REALLY are eager to see this." "Speaking of, Puddles, how would you like to get out of your soggy pull up and toddler outfit?" "That would be great!" She said. She got off of the tiny tricycle and stretched her legs, then cringed as it made the soggy material rub again. The light in front of Danny came on and illuminated a small area of the room. Danny sighed and rub her face. She knew roughly what was going to happen and wasn't excited about it. The only thing she could see was a large table, which she knew from past experience was an adult diaper changing table. She walked over to it and confirmed what she expected. Her "outfit" was an entire adult baby costume. The first part was a light green t-shirt with "Diapered Dummy Danny" written across it in glitter, and a cartoon picture of herself crying in a diaper. There was a matching bonnet, pacifier, and silken booties. And, of course, a thick diaper, printed with the same image and words that were on her shirt. "Aww, don't you like it, little Dummy Danny? Did you really think we'd let you stay in your big girl pull ups after soaking right through them?" "No," she said through gritted teeth. "Come on Dummy Danny, get your diaper on so we can play the next game!" "I don't need a% (# diaper." "That's what we thought, too. Then you made puddles all the way though our nice hallway, and don't want you ruining any more carpets." She rolled her eyes. "Oh wow, amazing how you totally did this in response to my wetting myself instead of planning it ahead, and yet managed to get one's custom made with my name and picture on it." ZAP! The collar zapped her, and she shrieked. "Don't get clever, BRAT," the earplug said in an angry voice. "Just put the fucking diaper on and play the game for our audience, or that's ALL you'll be wearing for YEARS, and we'll make sure your new mommy and daddy keep you messy for LONG times before changing so you're CONSTANTLY itchy. Our audience will LOVE it. So wear your widdle diapie and act grateful." Danny sighed. "I'm sorry, of course this is just because I'm a dumb widdle potty pants who needs diapies and should never have been out of them in the first place. Thanks so much for the adorable diapie." "You're welcome potty pants. Now get dressed!" Danny stripped off her overalls and shirt, then pealed the soaked pull up from her skin. Thankfully, the changing table had wipes, so she cleaned herself, then went to the diaper. She jumped onto the table, leaned back on the padding, and taped it on. It was thick and familiar and crinkled when she moved, just like hundreds of other adult diapers she had worn. However, normally, it wasn't because she was being threatned with a permanent punishment. She pulled on the shirt, then the booties. Tying the bonnet on took a bit of effort, but she eventually got the straps tied under her shirt. Finally, she put the pacifier in her mouth and its strap around her neck. She had to admit; the outfit was cute, and she did like sucking pacifiers. She shook her hips and smiled at the sound of her diaper crinkling. "Aww does the widdle baby Danny love her diapies? What a good baby!" Danny blushed and stopped, then put her hand over the front of her diaper to cover it. It was pointless, and for all she knew the camera was focusing on her bottom, but it felt natural. Finally, she nodded, admitting to the audience she did like them. A dark thought came to her mind. Often, diapered subs in these games wore onesies or dresses. This outfit deliberately left her entire diaper exposed, which meant they wanted the audience to see something about it, which meant the game would probably have her... She shuddered. Doing THAT for the audience wouldn't be fun. "Good baby. Now, are you ready for your final challenge?!" The voice asked. "Yes, lets get this over with." "Sorry Diapered Dummy Danny, you don't sound enthusiastic enough. Let's try that again. ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR FINAL CHALLENGE!?" "YESSS!" Danny replied with forced enthusiasm. "Show us how eager you are! Dance for us, Danny! Jump up and down." "Shock Me," by Kiss started playing on a hidden speaker. "Oh, you #(@... AAAA!" The collar shocked her again. She put her hands in the air and jumped up and down to the music. "Good girl," the earphone said. "Now shake your pampered bottom for our fans. Twerk. Give them a show." Danny obeyed and started rotating her hips to a song about getting shocked. She had to hand it to the freaks, they had a sense of humour, and she did have her own reasons for enjoying the feeling of moving in her diaper. "Good girl. That's enough," the speaker said. "Now, for the final challenge..." A drumroll started, and Danny waited in anticipation. After a minute that stretched on for far too long, the roll stopped with a "ta-daa" sound of horns, and a light turned on in front of her. Danny's hand went to her mouth. "Ohhhh @(!!" she said. "That's right! You know this one. It was the very one you first said MUST be fake since you were so clever to see through the acting." "Right, right," Danny said. The room was almost entirely empty. The only piece of furniture, and the location of her "challenge," was a single adult sized high chair made out of wood and plastic. On the table in front of it was a massive bowl heaped high with a pureed mush, and with it, dozens of baby bottles. The chat room was once again visible directly in front of where she'd be sitting. It was quickly flooding with mass approval, all in anticipation of her diapers also quickly flooding with mass... She shook her head at the disgusting thought. Danny's stomach groaned pre-emptively. She knew when they put her in diapers there wasn't much chance they'd remain clean through the entire 'game'. However, seeing that the entire game would be the one where she'd specifically be made to fill them to the brim, and even beyond, on camera, was nerve-wracking. Even if she avoided ending up some freak's permanent prisoner, how would she live THAT down? "The contest is two-fold. Our little diaper dumping Danny will be strapped to the high chair..." She ignored the voice looked around the room, which had now become a giant cage. She turned around and tried to force open the gate she had come in with, but it didn't budge. "Danny, you aren't trying what we think you are, are you?" The other gate, presumably her way out, was on the other side. She bolted for it. And more is up!

Thanks so much! And no, more coming up this week

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?