Gamer Girl - Part 3 (Patreon)

On its own, the camera drifted downwards, as if her avatar were staring at its feet bashfully, then the whole scene vanished, taking her back to the blackness of the intro. This time, however, the only words were, 'Game Over', and they stayed constant, unblinking, refusing to go away, no matter what she pressed, until she returned to the home screen of her console.

The icon was gone, as if it had never existed. She frowned, fidgeting in place, unsure if she really wanted to try again, but annoyed not to even have the chance, now that she was starting to figure it out. To her surprise, that crinkling noise that had accompanied her every move in game returned, causing her to glance up, thinking the game had begun again, before realizing that something felt... different.

She gulped, glancing down in time to see the wet patch on the front of her diaper growing, just like it had in the game. She groaned, trying to control herself, to stop what was happening, to figure out how in the world she could be dressed that way when, only moments earlier, she was positive she'd had on shorts and panties, how she could have suddenly lost the ability to keep from wetting herself... There were no answers, no relief, nothing except the continuing sensation of her diaper growing constantly warmer and heavier beneath her, and the memory of those two words emblazoned across a black screen.

Game Over.

She shivered, wanting to reach for the diaper to get it off, to stand up, get dressed, and get out of there... But she couldn't. Beyond a bit of weak squirming, her body refused to respond, staying frozen in front of her TV, as if it were waiting for something... Her heart began to beat faster as she suspected what that was.

It didn't take long at all - although it felt longer, sitting there, paralyzed - until the screen on her TV changed again, showing her the face of another young woman, frowning as she stared back. "What in the world is this game?" she asked.

Janie felt her head moving around on its own, taking in her environment. Frantically, she tried to beg for help, to warn this new player, yet, faintly, from her TV, she could hear the baby babbles replacing her voice. She could see the doorknob to her bedroom glowing, knew that had to be her goal, but no matter how hard she tried, her body did what it - or, rather, its player - wanted.

For a few moments, Janie was looking right at the TV, and she thought the other woman would notice herself, realize the truth, stop playing... Instead, she watched her lean forward, brow furrowing, musing out loud. "What is that?" Eventually, she shrugged, began moving her 'camera' again, this time spotting the game controller, then moving down to the diaper. "What the hell?! Seriously, what is this game?"

Automatically, Janie's hand began to move, smoother and more naturally than it had earlier as her free hand reached over, poking at the wet padding, just before she felt herself let out a pitiful cry. A second later, she heard her boyfriend's voice emanating from her bedroom, despite knowing full well he wasn't in her house at all, much less there. "Hold on, baby!" he called. "Daddy's coming!"

"Oh, shoot!" the girl on the screen exclaimed, looking around again. Janie whimpered, trying to look towards the door, to hint at the player that she needed to go there. Instead, she began to feel twitches in various muscles as the girl tried buttons, her boyfriend threatening his return every few moments while Janie uncontrollably cried.

Suddenly, the player hit on the right - or, rather, wrong - combination, and Janie's tears turned to grunts, her body raising itself into a squat. "Is that it?" the girl on the screen wondered aloud. Janie knew for a fact it wasn't, her eyes widening as a soft, warm mass began to push its way out into her diaper. There was no way for the player to know, nothing beyond the soft sounds emanating from both ends of Janie to clue her in, but it was impossible for Janie herself not to notice, to feel the diaper filling, sagging. "Come on, move!" the woman whined from the TV speakers. "Didn't you get up, you stupid baby?"

She hadn't; it must have been part of the animation for that action, since, once her bowels had emptied themselves, she sank back to the floor, the mush around her bottom squelching between her legs. As if on cue, her bedroom door opened, and her boyfriend stepped out. "What do you think you're doing?!" he asked, hands on his hips. "I think somebody needs a spanking..."

"This game is stupid!" the player fumed as the TV screen blacked out. On the other side, Janie knew she was getting the Game Over screen, but, for her, it kept going, as her boyfriend - or something that looked an awful lot like him - walked over, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and carried her into her bedroom, which had somehow become a nursery. She was deposited onto the changing table, cleaned up, then taken to a rocking chair and placed over his lap for a long, hard spanking.

As she was taking that, before her vision was clouded by tears, she spotted her DS sitting in the crib that had replaced her bed, recalled how her 'avatar' earlier had one as well. Was the game on there as well? Would she have another chance at it, once she was spanked, re-diapered, and tucked in? She had a feeling she would... But that would mean controlling someone else, another person who had been infected by this game... And, if she lost again - which, considering she still didn't really know how to play it, was likely - would she have to wait for someone else to play her, thus infecting them if they failed, before she got another shot?

She had a bad feeling that was all true, that her instinct this was some viral marketing campaign had been somewhat right the whole time... But without the 'marketing' part.