Long Story #17: The Most Dangerous Gameshow (P4)

The zap to his brain was far worse than any of the other ones had been thus far. Miles could feel knowledge and general intelligence being stripped from his mind, as if someone was smoothing out all the precious wrinkles he had worked so hard to make. His IQ was dipping lower than any of the other competitors in the game, and his age was starting to match with Jaime. Snot and slobber hung from his nostrils and lips respectively. “Ummph...Noooo… I s’pposta win…” He fussed, before suddenly squinting and getting a twisted expression. BLARRRRRRRT! Out of nowhere, Miles exploded in the back of his borrowed diaper with all the shame of his loss. The already dirtied diaper quickly filled and expanded with multiple fresh lumps, starting to sag lowly between his chubby thighs. Who would stop Jaime now? Who could? “Well, that just about wraps things up. Miles is ahead by three-hundred points, but Jaime, you still have your question to answer. What did you choose?” As smug as he possibly could be, the infantilized boy held up his own little sign, and on it was ‘301’. He had known that Miles would make his own question too hard and that he wouldn’t be able to get it right. Jaime planned to win the whole game by a single point, which would surely go down in the show’s history as the most baller move possible. “...Wow! That was quite risky. Well, let’s finish things up then. Your wager will be fifteen IQ points. Your final question, and the last question of the game, is: What is the deepest point on Earth?” After all the obscure trivia that Jaime had plowed through, this one was more like a victory lap. Even Miles could have probably answered this one! At least, before he went full-on retarded. If the stakes hadn’t been so high, then Jaime would have been tempted to give a joke answer. He got ready to win things, once and for all: “The deepest point is—” Jaime’s answer was suddenly interrupted by another loud outburst of defecation from the other side of him, as Timmy squatted down and was loudly flooding his large diaper with a larger stream of magmatic filth. The diarrheal explosion lasted easily fifteen seconds, growing in volume and power, and leaving his tardpants swollen and brown. Jaime cringed, but paused his answer, since he didn’t want to be penalized for adding commentary during his turn. “...As I was saying, my final answer is—” It was almost like it was contagious, because as he again tried to answer, his own gut gurgled violently and wouldn’t allow him. “—Ugggghhh! Mmmphhh! --P-POOPING!” The cramping had been so severe that he’d been unable to stop himself from loudly grunting and letting out a fart; he’d tried to explain what was happening, to put his answer on pause, but as he squatted to take a massive dump in his diaper, it sounded more like ‘poop’ had been his answer to the final question instead. A large firm python slithered into his diaper without an iota of control, and Jaime was forced to hear the sound of a wrong answer. “...Oh, uh-oh. Sorry to say, but the answer isn’t ‘pooping’. The answer was ‘Mariana Trench.’ That means that our winner, who currently has the lowest IQ, will actually be Miles! Our three losers will get a lifetime supply of diapers, which they’ll surely be needing, but Miles will be going home with the grand cash prize!” “N-no! That’s not fair! I-I… Mmmph!” Jaime tried to cry out, the big log still snaking its way through is bowels and coiling up in his padded seat. “No one likes a sore loser, Jaime. Now, Miles, you also get to decide if you’d like to penalize one of your competitors one last time. If not, then we’ll add another fifty-thousand to your prize winnings.” Miles looked at the boy geniuses he’d started the show with. His former rival was currently rubbing his mushy butt all over the ground, Timmy was barely past being a mindless toddler, and Jaime… Jaime was still relatively normal. Even with a severely diminished intellect, one that he wouldn’t be escaping, Miles knew who deserved to be worse off than him. He rose his hand and pointed at Jaime: “He be tardee too! Dumberest tardee ever! A POO-POO TARD!” No IQ points would be spared on this week of ‘Age and Wisdom’. No real winners, just four losers in drool-soaked bibs and stinky, dumpy diapers. A final zap went to Jaime’s headband and his intelligence was completely erased, leaving him with a small and smooth brain that was capable of little more than the average infant. At the very least, he would get to feel like a little brother again… A VERY little brother.