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DiapOut: Chapter 1

“Hiya kiddos! My name’s CassiRole, and I’m a big baby, just like you!”

Jumping for joy in her frilly, neon green fairy dress with her big diaper blatantly on display, CassiRole planted her feet and posed on landing, smiling directly into the camera. Thunderous applause filled the air as she glanced out at the sea of dim faces that made up the live studio audience. HER live studio audience. “I hope you’re excited for the show today, little ones! Are my babies ready for playtime?” she said, enthusiastically placing her hand to her ear.

“Yes we are!” chanted the dozens of audience members. A mix of adult babies, diaper lovers, bigs, littles, and everyone in between made up the seating gallery, each person thrilled to be witnessing a first-of-its-kind ABDL game show! Their voices fueled CassiRole’s Little side immensely, and with how excited she could tell they were, she knew this was bound to be an amazing show.

Only a year ago, Cassidy Rhiner, aka CassiRole, was a theatre student in college, working two minimum-wage jobs to pay her own way through. It wasn’t easy, but she had dreams of making it big. After graduating from university, she never would’ve guessed that her greatest asset when arriving in Hollywood was her willingness to perform ABDL. She’d been a diaper lover for as long as she could remember, and with its recent rise in popularity, she was in the perfect place at the right time to strike gold. Commercial spots soon turned into internet stardom, which eventually led to her becoming a household name almost as synonymous with ABDL as the likes of even the CrissBaby Diaper Company. It was only a matter of time before her efforts lead to something she’d always dreamed of, hosting her own game show!

Taking a deep breath, Cassi waited for the production manager to count her in on her camera before saying, “To everyone watching at home, welcome to DiapOut! The most extreme ABDL game show on television! While our team of production caregivers gets the eight excited contestants ready for today’s show, let me explain how DiapOut works!”

The light above the camera went dark as a prerecorded package of Cassi explaining the game played on, giving her the chance to step off the stage and take a sip of water from a baby bottle. Since she was still in view of the audience, she wasn’t allowed to feed herself, so it was someone’s job on set to be her stand-by bottle feeder. Members of the audience were shushed by production as they couldn’t help but shower her with “oohs” and “ahhs.”

“Two teams will compete head-to-head in a series of challenges racking up as many points as possible. After three rounds, the points will be tallied, and the winning team will move on to the final round where they have the chance to take home cash, prizes, and more! The contestants had better be careful, though, or they could wind up with some serious punishments, perhaps even becoming diaper-dependent forever! Use of bathrooms during the course of the game is strictly prohibited. And, of course, if any contestant messes themself…”

“...That’s a DiapOut!” responded the enthusiastic audience.

Rushing back to her mark, Cassi smiled and waited as the production manager counted her down before the light on the camera came back on. “Now that everyone knows how DiapOut is played, we’re ready to start the show!” she said, resulting in another round of applause, “But before we bring out our blushy contestants, we have a quick word from our sponsors!” The camera light went out again as a series of brand names and products popped up on screen. While the audience was enraptured by the latest in ABDL from the likes of CrissBaby, Rearz, and more, Cassi hastily moved to her private off-stage area, allowing her personal team of stylists to quickly touch her up and check her wardrobe. “That was perfect, don’t you think girls?” she asked, leading to a choir of affirming voices coming from her gathered entourage. An assistant came up to her, holding out a binky for her. She graciously opened her mouth and let her assistant gently slide the pacifier into her mouth. “Jus chu wait, as soon as dis episode aiws, I wiww be da biggest diapewed cewebwity on da pwanet.”

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Sitting in the green room and bouncing her leg, Mia was already filled with regret for agreeing to take part in this. Ever since Ayaya-Girl’s little New Year’s video of her went viral, Mia had unwittingly become a minor abdl celebrity of sorts. While many could only dream of being recognized on the street, it was a lot less glamorous when what you’re known for is filling your diaper while wearing a Baby New Year sash.

Over the past several months, multiple different diaper brands and talent agents had reached out to her to see if she wanted to try and make something of her fifteen minutes of fame. And every time they did, her answer was always the same, “I’d rather jump off a cliff than wear another diaper for as long as I live.”

Mia’s diaper celibacy would come to a screeching halt when the person who had doomed her to this fate, Ayaya, re-entered her life with an offer that was too good to turn down. “There’s a new game show that’s looking for contestants for its very first episode and they think you and me are the perfect candidates!” said the fame-hungry streamer. She didn’t dare expose the truth that they only wanted her if Mia agreed to join in as well.

Initially, Mia wanted to slam the door in Ayaya’s face. Even after explaining to Ayaya that what she did to her damaged her professional reputation for life, she still didn’t understand the consequences of her actions. Someone with that shallow of a mindset could not be trusted. However, when Ayaya mentioned the $500,000 prize that was being given out during the flagship episode, she couldn’t resist that kind of offer. Besides, it was just some dumb TV game show. How bad could it be?

Fast forward to the present day and Mia came to find out exactly how bad things were going to get for her. “This is your uniform for the show. Please let someone know if you need any help getting changed,” said the tightly-wound stage manager who handed off a yellow t-shirt and a large, white diaper with the logo for DiapOut printed boldly on the rear.

Having already signed a contract to do the show, Mia had no choice but to comply with production’s demands. That was unless she wanted to buy her way out of the contract, which she knew she couldn’t afford. Like it or not, she found herself locked into diapers yet again. The only solace she took from any of this was that Ayaya had to be diapered with her.

“Hey, bitches! Check me out!” announced Ayaya as she exited the dressing room wearing the same shirt and diaper that Mia had in her hands, “At first, I wasn’t sure about this but it’s surprisingly comfy and kinda sexy.” She playfully wiggled and smacked her padded butt, snickering as a puff of white baby powder shot out from the waistband.

Rushing over to join Ayaya, Lelaya was beyond thrilled to see one of her besties in a fluffy diaper. “Oh my Goddess, you look totes cute! I told you you’d go ga-ga for diapers if you tried them,” she said as she pulled the padded streamer into a hug. As she broke away from the embrace, she looked around before calling out toward the dressing room, “Misa, I know you’re dressed! I diapered you myself! Get your booty out here!”

“I don’t wanna,” shouted Misa, her voice echoing out of the changing room. Rolling her eyes, Lelaya charged forward and entered the bathroom as Misa continued to protest, “This is so fricking stupid. I’m not doing…h-hey…let go of me, Lelaya!” Seconds later, the duo emerged from the bathroom, with Misa’s wrist held firmly in Lelaya’s shockingly strong grip. Her cheeks were boiling with how embarrassed she was to be dressed in such a ridiculous manner.

For Mia, she couldn’t recall the last time that Misa had been this visibly flustered. “Oh, wow, not having so much fun now that you have to wear them, are you?” she jabbed, well aware that in less than a minute, she’d be taping herself into a diaper too. Sighing, she held her head high and walked toward the changing room. Just knowing that Misa was going to be more miserable than she was gave her the power to overcome her own embarrassment. “Welp, time to get this over with.”

Mia was stopped in her tracks suddenly when Lelaya switched targets. “Ooh! Is it time for you to change into your diapee, cuz I can like totally help with that!” said the diaper-loving fashionista. Without waiting for an answer she barged in, dragging Mia along with her.

“N-no, no, really! You don’t have to-HEY! Give me back my panties!” screamed Mia, her voice now replacing Misa’s as Lelaya diligently got to work.

Much like Mia, Misa found her confidence through her friend’s humiliation. Misery loves company, after all. If she was going to be seen on television in diapers, then she’d have to make damn sure that Mia and the others stood out far more than she did, even if it meant getting her hands dirty.

“Everyone! Get in here and gather around!” All of a sudden, Ayaya and Misa’s attention was captured by a troop of young adults who took it upon themselves to be as loud as possible when entering the green room, cheering and hollering as they pumped themselves up. Each of the college-aged loudmouths had on the same t-shirt and diaper combo that the girls did, only their shirts were brown instead of yellow. Misa and Ayaya perked up in their seats as they caught a first glimpse at the competition.

Huddling into a small circle with their arms around each other shoulders, it was the only girl in the group who spoke up, “Alright, stunk butts, listen up! We’re stepping into the spotlight today. After this, everyone on campus is going to know we are babs and proud, so let’s show go ‘em how spectacular the West Edmonton Tech Diaper Lovers Club really is!”

A chorus of cheers followed the girl’s inspiring speech. They proceeded to take turns smacking each other on their diapered rumps as if they were football players getting hyped up in a locker room.

All the while, Misa and Ayaya could only watch on in idle horror. Leaning over to Ayaya’s ear, Misa cautiously whispered, “What…the fuck?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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DiapOut: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, hypermessing, sissification, WAM, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the first chapter and want to catch up, be sure to check out the link in the description. I hope you enjoy!

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“Alright, everyone! Quiet down and pay attention. This is your safety walk for the challenge and I’m not going to repeat myself,” said Keelee, gathering everyone around a large, elaborate set. Positioned behind Keelee was what appeared to be an obstacle course of some sort.

From right to left, there was a massive diaper that looked to be as big as a shed, a bulbous slide that looked eerily like a butt, a long staircase with some kind of jelly smeared across it, and finally, a large sandbox that looked to be filled with pure white sand. While the contestants each had their theories as to what each section's challenge would be, none of them knew for sure. However, they were soon about to find out.

Waiting until she had everyone’s eyes on her, Keelee began her explanation of the challenge, “As I’m sure you’ve all guessed, Round One is a relay obstacle course. Each section will be completed by a different member of your team. You’ll need to find one of these items in each segment and hand it off to the next member before you can move on.” She gestured to the table next to her, where two giant bobby pins, a cloth diaper, and a baby doll were positioned. “Sections one and two will have bobby pins, section three is the cloth diaper, and the baby doll is in the final section. Are all of you following along so far?”

Seven of the eight contestants nodded along, with only Lelaya raising her hand in confusion. “So, what? It’s like a scavenger hunt?” she asked, bouncing up and down on her toes in anticipation of the fun-looking challenge.

“I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” said Keelee, appeasing Lelaya before continuing her explanation, “Just think of each item as a track and field baton, and you’re good to go. To win Round One, you’ll need to race through the obstacle course and diaper your baby before your opponents. If we’re all clear on how this game will work, let’s head onto the course so you can familiarize yourself with each section.��The group was herded up onto the stage to get an in-depth look at what they would be doing. All except for AyayaGirl, who casually tiptoed away from the group as she saw the director passing by. “Hey, director guy, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked, interrupting a conversation he was having with his DP.”

“Oh, uh…sure. Shouldn’t you be doing a safety walk right now though?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Ayaya, “And for future reference, the name’s Jackson.”

“Well, Mr. Jackson,” said Ayaya, stepping in close and running a finger along the collar of his black, button-up shirt, “I just wanted to apologize. You see, my friend, Mia, is one of those introverts. You know the type. Super shy and panics easily, you get the gist. This competition is kind of a lot for her, so if you ever need someone else to step in for her because she needs a break from the spotlight, I’m your girl.”Shooting a knowing look to his DP, Jackson smirked, trying to figure out the most polite way possible to shoe her away. “Thank you, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” he said, plucking her finger off of his shirt and stepping back slightly, “Why don’t you run on back to your group? I’m sure your compatriots would like you to be ready for the first round.”

“Oh, them? I’m sure they can fill me in on anything I miss,” said Ayaya, remaining oblivious to the director’s tone and body language, “Besides, from one person in the industry to another, I feel much more comfortable around people of a similar caliber of talent.”

Jackson was almost astonished at Ayaya’s arrogance. It reminded him of another performer he’d been saddled with. Speaking of the devil, CassiRole emerged from her dressing room wearing a fluffy, pink robe and stormed over to where Jackson and Ayaya were chatting, a look of fury in her eyes. “Hey, dingus, why is my costume for Round 1 not ready yet?” 

Putting on a fake smile, Jackson turned to face his star. “Cassi, darling, I need to focus on the show right now. I’m sure Claire can answer any costuming questions-

“That old bat wouldn’t know good taste if it smacked her across the face. Ugh, I hate working with amateurs,” scoffed Cassi before turning her attention to the attention-seeking trollop standing next to him. She looked her up and down like a predator observing its prey, “What’s she doing here? Shouldn’t Keelee be handling the guests?”

Pleasing his hands on Ayaya’s shoulders and nervously laughing along with Cassi’s statement, Jackson nudged Ayaya back toward the stage. “She was just leaving,” he said, looking for a clear exit from this conversation, “Look, I don’t have time for this right now. Go find Claire and have her sort this out.” Before Cassi or Ayaya could respond, he turned his back toward both of them and rushed off to where his DP was waiting.

“Ugh! I swear when this show gets renewed, I’m finding a better director,” whispered Cassi under her breath and wishing she had the power to fire him on the spot for his insolence. As she went to leave, she came face to face with Ayaya, who was also fuming that Jackson had dipped from their conversation so quickly. “And you, I don’t know what your game is but I’ve got my eye on you,” she said, flipping her hair back as she pivoted toward her dressing room and stomped away.

Looking back and forth between the director and the host, the gears in Ayaya’s head were starting to turn. Contrary to Jackson’s belief, she was a far more observant person than anyone gave her credit for. Between the director’s obvious unease and what she overheard Cassi say, there was clearly trouble in paradise. “Maybe I should be aiming for more than just the team spokesperson,” she thought, as her head began to fill with devious ideas.

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“So team, who wants to do what?”

Huddled up in a small circle, the WET Diaper Lovers Club members were busy figuring out who would do what for the challenge. Taking command of their group, Kyoko spoke up first, “Based on everything we’ve seen, we should use our most athletic people to tackle the second and third portions of the challenge and have our best diaper changer, that being me, to do the final leg of the race.”

Zeke and Cade nodded in agreement with Kyoko, while Rupert exhaled a chuckle through his nose. “Oh ho ho, who said you were the best diaper changer?” he teased, nudging her with his elbow, “Sounds to me like you just want all the glory.”“Oh, shush, these hands have been changing diapers since I was babysitting at eleven years old. Y’all ain’t got nothing on me,” said Kyoko, elbowing Rupert right back, “Zeke, do you think you can handle the third section? That’s definitely gonna be the hardest one.”

Accepting his role as the fittest amongst the WET Diaper Lovers, Zeke nodded, “Leave it to me!” After what seemed to be a shaky start for his bestie, he was happy to see Kyoko being a bit more relaxed now that she’d already given her spiel about their club. He allowed himself to drop his worries and focus on the game at hand.

This left Cade and Rupert to decide who was doing which of the first two parts. “You love slides, don’t you?” said Rupert, trying to coerce his buddy into picking the second leg of the race.

“Screw off, I wanna jump in that big diaper just as much as you do,” responded Cade as he placed his fist in his hand, “We settle this the old-fashioned way.”

Raising his fist and repeating Cade’s actions, Rupert nodded in approval. Together, they chanted, “Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot!” When the dust settled, it was Cade who held up rock to Rupert’s scissors.

“Damn it! Whatever, sliding down a giant butt is the best consolation prize ever,” joked Rupert as Cade celebrated his victory.

Meanwhile, Keelee stood on the other side of the stage with Mia, Misa, and Lelaya, who were all wondering the same thing. “Where the heck is Ayaya?”

“I’m sure she’ll show up when the challenge gets started. We need to strategize,” said Mia, trying to be the voice of reason in her group. She’d already spotted her opponents, the Messers, plotting together and was getting nervous that her group’s lackluster teamwork was going to spell their doom.

Rushing over to join the group, Ayaya waved hello to her fellow Wetters. “Sup nerds. Sorry, I’m late. I was chatting with Jackson,” she said, avoiding spilling any details about her conversation or her run-in with CassiRole.

“From now on, you talk to me, not the director, when you have a problem. You got that?” said Keelee, completely over Ayaya’s ridiculous behavior. She stepped within a few inches of the problematic guest, staring her down. It was moments like this when she was thankful to be blessed with the gift of height. “And if you wander off during a safety walk ever again, I’ll see to it that your ass gets thrown out of the game.”

Holding her hands, Ayaya played up her innocence. “Lighten up, girlie. Being so angry is bad for your blood pressure,” she said, hoping to get some of her friends to laugh along with her. Sadly, they seemed to be taking this show far more seriously than she was.

“Look, she’s sorry. Can we prep for the round now?” said Mia, butting in between the pair of hotheads, “We still need to figure out who’s doing what.”

Tucking her clipboard under her armpit, Keelee backed away, “I’ll leave you four to it. Though, Mia, your role in this round is already decided. Producers want you in the lead-off position. The rest of you can do whatever you want. I don’t care.” Without saying another word, she walked off to go check on the other team. 

“Woof! Someone’s testy,” said Ayaya quietly enough so that Keelee didn’t overhear her, “I’ll take whatever spot you guys don’t want. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

Raising her hand yet again, Lelaya began jumping up and down, clearly having something to say. “Yes, Lelaya?” said Mia, her patience for her friend’s childlike behavior already wearing thin.

“I wanna do the diapering at the end. I did change all of your diapers, after all,” said Lelaya, puffing her chest out proudly.

Cocking her head to the side, Misa was almost in shock to hear Lelaya make a sensible decision. “O-Okay, then if she’s got the last section, I guess I’ll take the slide. I think I’ll pass out from overexertion if I have to handle those stairs,” she said, turning to look at Ayaya, “You gonna be fine with the third section?”

“Of course, she can! Ayaya is like totes amazeballs at sports and junk,” said Lelaya, jumping up and down as she hyped up the streamer’s physical prowess.Ayaya, on the other hand, was far less confident in her athletic, but with how much praise Lelaya was tossing on her, she didn’t have much of a choice unless she wanted to wound her own pride. “Yeah, how hard can it be?” she said, looking anxiously toward the dozen or so steps that she’d soon be climbing. It was just a set of padded stairs. Was Misa really that out of shape? Regardless, she was a natural when it came to games, so figuring out a silly staircase had to be a piece of cake.

“Five minutes to places! Player, get to your positions!”

The two groups broke from their discussions and turned to look at each other as the production manager made their announcement over the intercom. From here on out, they were to be bitter rivals. Only one team could be champions in the end, and neither team was looking to give up their chance at victory.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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DiapOut: Chapter 3

“Sup, nerds! It’s ya girl, AyayaGirl, and I’m behind the scenes of a super cool new show!” Spinning slowly to show off the entire green room and all the contestants waiting to start the game, Ayaya decided to take advantage of the downtime to stream on TikTok to her tens of thousands of fans. Rushing over to where Mia and Misa were sitting and chatting, she shoved her phone into Mia’s face and continued her monologue, “And looks who’s with me! Everyone’s favorite Baby New Year! Don’t be shy and say hello!”

Shrinking down in her chair, Mia did her best not to appear embarrassed by this interaction, a feat made difficult thanks to her rosy cheeks. “Hey there, I’m… *sigh* I’m the Baby New Year and we’re going to have some fun today,” she said, grimacing as she said it. Having been in the spotlight for the better half of a year, she knew that trying to deny and deflect only resulted in harsher teasing from her “adoring” audience. As stupid as it seemed, paying lip service to her 15 seconds of fame was somehow more empowering than trying to deny it happened at all.

Jumping into frame with Mia, Ayaya was more than thrilled to have her lolcow back in her clutches for an entire day. “We have such fun together, don’t we? And you somehow always end up padded one way or another!” she said, panning the camera down to show off both of their fluffy diapers.

Mia instantly scurried away from Ayaya. Even though she was about to step out in front of dozens of live studio cameras, something about having her padded status exposed on the internet beforehand felt invasive. 

Not to be deterred, Ayaya began posing on her own, showing off her diaper in a series of sensual poses. “I wasn’t too sure when the producers said I’d have to be diapered too, but who am I to turn down a friend in need,” she said as if she wasn’t the one who orchestrated their appearance on the show. 

Jumping into the shot with Ayaya, Lelaya was also eager to show off her pampers. Being the diaper fashionista that she was, it was never an inappropriate time to put her padding on display. “These aren’t usually as thick as the ones I wear at home, but I suppose it's only fair that I wear the same as everyone else,” she said proudly as she and Ayaya continued to pose together to the plethora of adoring fans watching live.

After about a minute of diaper voguing, Ayaya flipped the camera around on her phone and took aim at Kyoko, Zeke, Cade, and Rupert, “You see the four of them? Those are the diaper dorks we’re playing against today. These losers don’t know what’s about to hit ‘em,” she whispered, keeping her voice down so as not to start drama before the show. She watched gleefully as the stream chat spammed obscene emojis and vitriolic language. What a wonderful place the internet is.

Saving perhaps the best for last, Ayaya swung the camera around to sneak a peek at Misa’s diapered rump. “Get that camera out of my face,” she said, still a bit on edge to be seen in a diaper, even if it was just for laughs in a game show. 

“It’s not in your face, it’s in your butt!” shouted Lelaya, her words providing Ayaya with the encouragement to keep going, “Well…ON your butt. It’d be pretty uncomfy if her phone was IN your butt!”

Before Misa’s anger could get the better of her, the production manager in charge of guests entered the green room. “Yellow team! Brown team! Please come gather around,” said the production manager, her words quick and precise, “Okay, my name is Keelee, and I’m going to be your liaison for today’s show. Things are going to be moving pretty fast once we get on set, so if you ever have any questions, you can always find me on set wearing the green hat.” She tipped her cap to the others, showing off what to look for.

Raising her hand, Ayaya already had a specific question in mind, “Hey, Keekee, am I allowed to bring my phone with me? I’d love to get some exclusives for my blog.”

“It’s Keelee,” said the overworked production manager, her smiling eyes shooting daggers at the vlogging gamer, “And I’m sooo sorry, but the use of personal devices on set is prohibited.” Before Ayaya could protest, she snatched the phone out of her hand and placed it in her back pocket.

“Hey! That’s m-” yelled Ayaya, before being cut off by a round of justified shushes. Neither Mia, nor Misa, nor even Lelaya wanted to get booted from the show for Ayaya’s antics.

With that matter settled, Keelee turned to her clipboard. “Alright, back to business. When we enter the set, I’ll need the team captains to join Cassidy in the center of the sound stage. The others will form a semi-circle behind them. Both myself and the director will help you get set up,” she said, rattling off information at lightning speed.

Turning to the brown team, Keelee continued, “Messers, have you made a decision on team captain?” she asked, catching the group of four a bit off guard that their team’s nickname was “the Messers.”

“As President of the WET Diaper Lovers Club, I will be the captain,” announced Kyoko, earning a rowdy applause from her three cohorts.

Taking a note on her clipboard, Keelee responded, “Excellent, I was going to recommend you anyway. Audiences respond well to confident female captains.” She then turned her attention to the yellow team. “As for the yellow team-”

“No need to ask,” said Ayaya brashly as she brushed her hair over her shoulder, “If anyone here knows how to handle the burden of the spotlight, it’s me!”

A withering smirk crept across Keelee's face. “Actually, what I was about to say was your team captain has already been decided,” she said, looking past Ayaya and pointing to Mia, “Producers want the Baby New Year to handle the burden of the spotlight.”

Steam began rising up from Ayaya’s head, causing Misa and Lelaya to take a step back from their obviously pissed-off friend. Mia, meanwhile, was blushing up a storm at the prospect of being her team’s spokesperson, and for such an embarrassing reason no less. “D-Do I really have to? Ayaya and Misa both have a lot more experience with public speaking,” she said, hoping to shrug off this responsibility onto someone who actually wants it.

“Sorry, but them’s the breaks kid. Our producers would throw a fit if we placed the STAR in the background,” said Keelee, doing her best to boost up Mia’s confidence while also sneaking in a jab at Ayaya. Sneaking a glance using her peripheral vision, she ate up the visibly annoyed and upset diva’s expression.

“Two minutes to places!”

The voice over the loudspeaker left no room for confusion. It was time for the games to begin. “That’s our cue. Everyone, fall in line,” said Keelee as she led the group pied-piper style out of the green room and into a dimly lit hallway. With each step the eight contestants took, they could feel their anticipation building. Unlike future players, they had almost no idea what awaited them once they reached the stage.

Eying her competition, Kyoko looked Mia up and down, gathering as much information as she could. To the unobservant eye, things like posture, hand position, and eye contact might not mean much. But to Kyoko, they were tools for better understanding her rivals. “Good luck out there today,” she said to Mia, making sure to keep her eyes locked on the hallway ahead of her.

“Same to you,” said Mia, doing her best to hide how nervous she was. Grabbing the sides of her diaper, she lifted it up higher on her waist, her face flushing as she did so. Blocking out the humiliating thoughts that permeated her mind, she did her best to focus on the cash prize waiting at the end of the tunnel.

Walking directly behind the two captains, Ayaya was still fuming over the disrespect that Keelee had shown her, in front of everyone no less. Didn’t that bitch know who she was? She never would’ve agreed to come on and be in this stupid diaper-dork show if she wasn’t going to see her name in lights. She wasn’t certain how yet, but she was going to make sure to steal back the spotlight, one way or another.

Reaching a set of tall, metal double doors with a red light hanging above it to signal that production was ongoing, the eight contestants each braced themselves as to what they would see on the other side. “Remember to chatter to a minimum,” said Keelee, reminding the players that they were merely guests stepping into a moving engine designed to operate around them. Waiting not a moment longer, the production manager pushed the doors open, inviting the eight lucky competitors into the studio.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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DiapOut: Chapter 4

“Welcome back, kiddos! Big thank yous to our sponsors for making this show possible!” said CassiRole as she placed her arms around the two contestants standing to her right and left at the center of the sound stage, “Now it’s time to introduce today’s players!”

The chorus of applause practically shook the foundation of the building as the spotlight turned from Cassi to Mia and Kyoko. Standing proudly, Kyoko waved to the audience, putting her time as captain of the debate team in high school to good use. Mia, on the other hand, meekly raised her hand to acknowledge the audience, unable to suppress her discomfort.

Behind the starring trio were the other six players, all of whom were waving with their respective team captains. Well, almost all of them. With her arms folded over her chest, Ayaya held a stoney expression, still too bitter about being removed from her rightful role as team leader. The rest of them wouldn’t even be there if it wasn’t for her. Sure, Mia was why she went viral, but it was on her account with her filming the whole thing. 

As Camera 2 finished trucking to the right to get a shot with only Cassi and Mia, Cassi turned on cue. Placing a hand microphone in front of Kyoko’s mouth, she carried on with team introductions, “Let’s start with the Wetters! Tell us a bit about yourself and your team.”

If all eyes weren’t on Mia before, they certainly were now. “Um, hello…my name is Mia and these are my friends…,” she said, her voice barely registering in the microphone.

"Cut!” shouted the director, who abruptly stood from his cloth-backed fold-up chair and made his way onto the stage walking right up to Mia. “Cassi, great job as always,” he said, paying quick lip service to his leading actress before shifting his attention to Mia, “Mia, my darling Mia. We’re going to need you to speak a teensy-weensy bit louder. We can’t have your beautiful voice getting washed out by the audience, now can we?”

Looking up at the director who stood nearly a head taller than she was, Mia could feel the guilt for causing production to halt creeping up on her, which did nothing to lower her anxiety. For a brief moment, she thought she heard the host mutter under her breath “amateur”, which only served to further annihilate her self-esteem, regardless of if it was just her mind playing tricks on her or not. “S-Sorry, I’ll try to speak up more,” she said, her head sinking down.

“Ta, ta, ta! There is no try Mia. There is only do,” said the director before giving Mia a condescending pat on the head.

Taking a step forward, Ayaya raised her hand to interject, “Um, if Mia is too nervous, I can totally take over as team captain. Not to brag but I do have over 11,000 Twitch subs.”

"That’s nice, but uh…no,” said the director bluntly before once again rotating his attention back on Mia, much to Ayaya’s dismay, “Okay, Mia, before we go for another take, I want you to look out at the audience and say this phrase loud and clear. ‘I’m a big baby and I’m proud!’”

In an instant, Mia’s face twisted itself into the kind of reaction you’d only see in a horror movie. “Wait, what?!” she shouted, taking a step back from the director, “C-Can’t you just let Ayaya do it? She’d be a lot better than me at it and-”

“Nope! We’ll stand here all day if we have to,” said the director, quickly closing the gap between himself and Mia, “Now, go on! If you can say something as embarrassing as that loud and with gusto, then surely introducing yourself should be easy-peasy.”

With a face as red as a perfectly ripened apple, Mia looked out into the dimly lit audience, unable to distinguish more than silhouettes. Sadly, it didn’t matter if she couldn’t see their eyes staring her down. She knew they were there. Sneaking a glance back at her team, she hoped to find encouragement from her friends. But between Misa practically crying from holding back laughter, Ayaya looking as though she wanted to stab her, and Lelaya visibly lost in her own world, she failed to find the comfort she was looking for.

Taking a deep breath, Mia dug deep to find the confidence she needed to utter those degrading words. “I-I’m a big baby and I’m proud,” she said, wishing she could melt away into a puddle and sink into the floor. Her timidness produced an awkward silence from the audience with a few idle chuckles here and there.

“Oh, you can do better than that. Let me show you,” said the director, giving her a hardy pat on the back. Straightening up his posture, he took in a wealth of air, making a big show of it, “I’m a big baby and I’m proud!”

The audience went wild at the director’s statement, cheering on his confidence and bravado. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect on Mia, who felt ashamed of her inability to speak up. With emotions welling up inside of her, she felt as though she could burst into tears at any second.

“I’m a big baby and I’m proud!”

All heads suddenly turned to look at Misa, who had gotten over her case of the giggles at Mia’s expense. While she did like to taunt and tease her bestie into blushy oblivion, she wasn’t about to hang her out to dry, especially with the way this director was putting her on the spot. Besides, it was the least she could do since she was equally responsible for Mia’s Baby New Year stunt. Winking at Mia, she hoped to give her the confidence boost she needed, “Go on, we’re right here with you.”

If Mia felt like she might cry before, seeing her typically devilish friend stepping up to bat for her nearly started the waterworks. Wiping the moisture from the corners of her eyes, she nodded to Misa in gratitude and turned back to face the audience with refreshing vigor. Inhaling deeply to calm her heart, she stared down the menacing silhouettes and shouted, “I’m a big baby and I’m proud!”

The crowd lost it as Mia finally found her voice. A surprising warmth took hold of her chest. It wasn’t wholly a comfortable feeling but it was certainly welcome.

“That’s the spirit! Okay, everyone, we’ll come back in on Camera 2 with your line, Cassi! Places!” yelled the director, causing the dozens of crew members to launch into action. Within seconds, everything was reset to how it was before Mia’s flub.

Rushing to the side of Camera 2, Keelee held her hand up high with each of her five digits spread out. “We are rolling in 5! 4! 3!” she said, lowering her fingers one at a time before going silent for the last two seconds. As soon as all five fingers were down, she pointed at Cassi to cue her in.

“Let’s start with the Wetters! Tell us a bit about yourself and your team,” said Cassi, repeating her lead-in for Mia.

Looking deep into the camera, Mia blocked out the world around her and let herself get into it. “Hey there. My name is Mia, though you probably know me better as Baby New Year,” she said, getting a soft chuckle from the live audience, “My friends and I are thrilled to be here today. We’re gonna go out there and give it our all!”

“Wonderful Mia, or should I say Baby New Year?” said Cassi, whipping the audience up into yet another frenzy. The crew member in charge of shushing the audience was quick to silence the energetic crowd so that Cassi could resume, “We look forward to seeing you wagging your cute little diaper butt as you compete for the grand prize!” Extending her arm, she and Mia shook hands, bringing their introduction to a close.

Then, as soon as the spotlight had shined down on Mia, it was over, at least for now. Cassi shifted to Camera 3 with Kyoko and the Messers team, allowing Mia to decompress. This whole thing was starting to feel like an out-of-body experience to her. As Kyoko droned on about her college club and why she was competing today, she cracked a subtle smile as she looked around at the studio, the audience, the crew, everything. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and she wanted to soak it all in while she had the chance.

"That’s fantastic! I wish my school had an ageplayers club when I was your age, which based on your outfit can’t be more than one or two years old,” said Cassi, resulting in a giant wave of laughter from the audience. Kyoko could only blush and giggle along with the audience, enjoying both the teasing and the attention. Stepping forward toward Camera 1 as it cut back to the wide shot, Cassi widened out her arms like a circus ring leader and shouted, “Now that we’ve met our teams, let’s get Round 1 underway!”

TO BE CONTINUED...

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DiapOut: Chapter 2

“Attention, diaper butts! Today’s meeting of the West Edmonton Tech Diaper Lovers Club, aka the WET Diaper Lovers Club, has officially commenced! Please take your seats so we can go over our itinerary.” Standing at the front of a room that was more fit to be a broom closet than a classroom, Kyoko was beaming with excitement. Sure, her newly-founded club only had four members including herself, but that was enough to officially be declared a club on campus.

For the better part of two years, Kyoko had been hard at work pushing the West Edmonton Technical Institute to allow her to start a club for adult babies and diaper lovers alike. And for two years, she’d been met with a slew of reasons why it was an impossibility, most of which had to do with ABDL’s more kinky tendencies. In response, Kyoko took it upon herself to study harder than she ever had in her life, rising up to be one of the best students on campus. In response to her academic accolades, she was granted a meeting with the dean of students and from there was able to convince him to give the WET Diaper Lovers Club a chance.

“I’ll give you one year. If you can prove that your club is not only financially stable but also vital to student life, I’ll see to it personally that your club receives administrative approval for the foreseeable future,” said the dean, giving Kyoko the yellow light that she hoped would soon turn green.

The following month was spent focusing on recruitment. Despite ABDL’s uptick in popularity, many on campus refused to let their college life be dedicated to something so childish, even if they were into diapers. Thankfully, she was able to find three like-minded people who understood why she wanted to build this community in the first place.

“At the top of our agenda is still recruitment…Secretary Cade, please make sure you’re taking minutes,” she said, causing all eyes to fall on the resident stoner of the group.

Shrinking down in his chair and tucking his vape pen into his pocket, Cade did his best to shake off the cannabis-induced brain fog as he picked up his pen and notebook. “Sorry, Kyoko,” he said, before turning to his best friend and business partner, Rupert, to whisper, “You were supposed to elbow me when we got started!”

“I tried. You were totally zooted dude,” said Rupert, stifling a chuckle as his best bud glared at him.

While Kyoko’s efforts over the last few years had been focused on getting her club up and running, Cade and Rupert had taken the same time to establish a business of their own. As the son of a botanist, Rupert had possessed a green thumb from a very young age, a trait that would one day lead him to grow his own marijuana strains. He didn’t just want to grow garden variety flowers though. He wanted to create the ideal strain for achieving Little Space.

Enter Cade, a fellow stoner bab he’d initially met online, only for them to find out that they shared a campus together. As a chemistry student, Cade was full of surprises when it came to what he could concoct. With their powers combined, they planned to take the ABDL stoner world by storm.

“As I was saying, fall recruitment was a bust,” said Kyoko, leaning over a desk and shaking her head dejectedly, “Personally, I blame the school for placing our booth in such a low-traffic area. Regardless, we now need to work double time if we’re going to bring in new members. The floor is open to ideas.”

A lofty silence filled the room, which did nothing to lower Kyoko’s anxiety. Thankfully, the fourth group member slowly raised his hand with an interesting idea in mind. “I think I may have something, Kyoko,” said Zeke, the Vice President of the WET Diaper Lovers Club and Kyoko’s closest confidant.

Starting university the same year as Kyoko, Zeke was struggling to find a place to fit in. The once cocky and arrogant high schooler had become a ball of social anxiety in the summer before college after an accident at the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory resulted in him becoming part of the tour in the worst ways. Inadvertently, his misfortune of being turned into a Betsy Wetsy dolly had awakened his desire to be dressed and diapered like a sissy baby girl, something that only Kyoko was knowledgeable of.

“Many of the students I’ve spoken to have an openness to ABDL, with several expressing outright that they're into it. Our biggest hurdle right now isn’t convincing our fellow student body to give ABDL a try, but to devote time to a campus community that is heavily kink oriented,” said Zeke, his voice barely registering and his words coming out rushed as he pushed himself to speak in front of a group, “I propose we find ways to illustrate the benefits of finding a community of acceptance geared toward a special interest like this rather than pushing the broader context of ABDL as a whole.”

Smiling, Kyoko knew she’d made the right choice when selecting her VP. In spite of Zeke’s shortcomings as a speaker, he had a knack for cutting through the fog to find the root of a problem. “That’s an excellent strategy. Do you have anything specific in mind?” she said, giving Zeke a soft pat on the back.

Flipping his laptop around for everyone to see, Zeke put his idea on display. “It may seem a bit outlandish, but this kind of publicity could be just what we’re looking for,” he said as he hit play on the video he had pulled up.

“Hiya kiddos! CassiRole is here with an exclusive update,” said the eccentric, diapered performer before placing a finger to her own mouth and lowering her volume, “Can you keep a secret? I’m backstage right now on the set of a brand-new game show. MY brand-new game show! It’s called DiapOut and it will be premiering at the end of next month as a first-of-its-kind ABDL competition! Starting today, we’re on the hunt for our first batch of contestants, specifically teams of four. Check out the link in the description to sign up today!”

As CassiRole finished her statement, a voice from off-screen called her name, signaling that it was time to get back to work. She quickly waved goodbye and blew a kiss to the camera as she ended the video.

“It may seem far-fetched, but imagine for a second if we got on this show. It would put us on the map in terms of on-campus communities. The WET Diaper Lovers Club as seen on TV,” said Zeke, getting louder and more excited with each syllable, “Plus, we have just enough members to form a team. So…what do you guys think?”

Slowly but surely, an eager grin grew on the faces of everyone gathered around. For Cade and Rupert, they saw an opportunity to advance their careers in the ABDL marijuana business. For Kyoko, this was the opportunity she’d been waiting for to scale her club up to the next level. No doubt, the notoriety they’d gain from appearing on a game show would bring in a ton of fresh faces to her club. With her mind made up, she stated confidently, “How do we sign up?”

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“Five minutes to places!” said the assistant director over the green room’s loudspeaker.

Unable to sit due to the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins, Kyoko couldn’t believe that they had not only made it onto the show but were going to be competing in the flagship episode. As the minutes ticked closer to the start of the show, her vibrant energy only grew stronger.

“Hey, Kyoko, why don’t you sit down for a sec,” said Zeke, who was all too familiar with Kyoko’s knack for working herself up. In a way, he was thankful that someone was more anxious than he was, even if her anxiety was brought on by excitement unlike his. Up until this point, he’d stayed relatively quiet about his diaper-loving status. No longer would that be an option once the cameras started rolling, “Yo, Cade, you still got that weed pen. I think Kyoko could use something to take the edge off…me too, honestly.”

Shaking his head, Cade responded, “Sorry, dude. They confiscated it when I entered the studio. Fricking prudes,” he said, rolling his eyes, “I think Rupert may have some edibles in his bag, but they're pretty strong.”

“Nevermind, thanks anyway,” sighed Zeke, doing his best to decompress. Returning to where Kyoko was sitting, he found her quietly rehearsing the speech she was expected to give for the group as dictated by production. Patting her on the back in the same way she often did for him, Zeke took a seat next to his bestie, “Hey, no matter what happens out there today, we’re all proud of-”

“Shhhhh! I need to study,” said Kyoko, brushing off Zeke’s comment as her brain was hyper-focusing on her speech. More than just the prize money was on the line for her. Two years of painstakingly clawing away the sensibilities of the West Edmonton Tech school board would not be for nothing. To her, winning wasn’t an option, it was a necessity.

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