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Ruby blushed heavily and thought for a second and blushed further at her pull ups being called ‘diapers’ “I…I’ll do it.. only when I don’t have classes..” which was during the weekends which started tonight 

Hah! Wow what an oversight on my part. 🤔 Very good point. I'll have to edit it at some point. Great catch!!

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, this time accompanied by her loudly and involuntarily farting in her diaper. 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 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, no. It's a Clinique fragrance thing. 

Actually, many years ago in a medical supply store the woman clerk showed me to the back room (a consulting room), let me try two different sizes of Salk waterproof pants on over my disposable diaper to see which would be the better fit.  She even tugged the back waist of the pants checking to see how snug they were.  True, and that was amazing and totally unexpected.  She was an RN though, not your average store clerk making minimum wage.