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crissiebaby · 2 months ago

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DiapOut Recap! (Chapters 1-35)

DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, WAM, hypermessing, crossdressing, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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"Previously on DiapOut…

Two teams consisting of four players arrived at our studio lot in search of fame, glory, and the $500,000 prize that comes with the title of DiapOut Champion! Donning matching yellow t-shirts were the Wetters, led by ‘Baby New Year’ Mia Holbrook. Fighting alongside her close friends, Ayaya, Misa, and Lelaya, the Wetters have amassed a whopping 171.1. Only one round stands between them and a shot at the grand prize.

Meanwhile, the West Edmonton Tech Diaper Lovers Club has shown up in full force to oppose the infamous Baby New Year. Captained by club leader, Kyoko, the Messers have been one step behind since the end of Round 1 but have kept themselves in range of first thanks to the tireless efforts of teammates, Cade, Rupert, and Zeke. They’ve amassed 146.7 points thus far, placing them just under 25 points behind their rivals.

Hi, my name’s CassiRole, and it’s been my great privilege to host DiapOut; the horniest, blushiest, and messiest show on television! However, before we resume the rousing action of Round 3, let’s take a look back at the first two and half rounds that brought us here…”

Raising her hand high with her fingers spread wide, DiapOut’s production manager, Keelee, pointed her rolled-up cue list at the centermost camera facing CassiRole. “We’re live 5, 4, 3…” she shouted, going silent and using only her fingers to count the final two seconds.

In the blink of an eye, the studio surrounding CassiRole was showered with light as director, Jackson Lynch, cut from the short graphics package to a live shot of the thickly padded host. “Okay, let’s swoop in on Camera 4 for the crowd reaction. Stand by for general seating fill lights…go!” he said, whipping Cassi’s fans into a frenzy.

Waiting for her cue to continue her promotional monologue, Cassi soaked in the roar of her adoring audience. This was her shining moment, and with the show getting juicier every second, seemingly nothing could stop her from rising to the top. So what if she’d fried that Misa chick’s brain with experimental hypnosis tech? She couldn’t be afraid to break the rules if she wanted to be hosting the number one reality show on TV by this time next year. Plus, half the show’s fans would be lining up around the block for the exact same privilege anyway. Watching as Keelee began a silent countdown, she shook off her guilt-inducing thoughts and proceeded with the show’s pulse-pounding recap.

“Our first round kicked things off on a high note as our competitors worked together to complete DiapOut’s ultra-messy relay obstacle course. Representing the four stages of a diaper change, the Baby New Year herself got the Wetters off to an early lead, dropping a dozen feet into a giant diaper filled with pudding for the first diaper pin. Mia’s friend, Misa, would keep up the pace as she slipped and slid for the Wetters' second pin, though not before a heavy collision with her rival from the Messers, Rupert. Thanks to some quick thinking on his part to make up for Cade’s lost time, Rupert helped to propel Zeke past Ayaya on the lotion-covered staircase. Ayaya did her best to “hang on” to the lead but Zeke bared it all to come out ahead!”

Behind Cassi, a giant monitor displayed the humiliating moment when Ayaya accidentally ripped Zeke’s diaper clean off while attempting to reach the cloth diaper hanging overhead. Much like before, the audience ate up the raunchy scene.

“With Ayaya stuck on the stairs, the Wetters were helpless as Kyoko dug through the pit of diaper powder to find her baby doll, clenching victory for the Messers,” said Cassi, capping off her praise by slyly winking Kyoko’s way. The sadistic host savored the hues of red that swarmed Kyoko’s cheeks as memories of their backstage diaper play replayed in their heads. Had Zeke not been such a pussy when she invited him to her dressing room before Kyoko, it could’ve been him she was getting wet over, not that she minded letting her bisexual flag fly whenever it pleased her.

Biting the inside of her lip, Cassi couldn’t allow her insatiable libido to throw off her big speech. She exhaled sharply before resuming, “Going into Round Two with a 45-point deficit, the Wetters had a lot of ground to make up. Fortunately, they had ample opportunity to do so in DiapOut’s very first Mess-Off! Given one hour to mess their diapers, sponsored by The CrissBaby Diaper Company, our eight contestants were more than up to the task. Well…at least most of them were…”

Slow-motion footage of Mia hoisting Misa off the ground and squeezing her tummy until her nappy turned brown appeared on the monitor for all to gawk at. Misa would’ve been mortified to see herself filling a diaper in glorious 4k definition. Mercifully, she was too hypnotized to understand that the audience's laughter was directed at her. Instead, she merely pointed at the screen excitedly upon seeing herself, prompting Mia to reel her dopey friend in.

“Hehe! Such fun!” remarked Cassi, smirking as the clip cut from Misa's explosion to Ayaya’s. “Luckily, the Wetters have one heck of a secret messer on their side. We don’t know where she was keeping all that but we’re happy she’s feeling better now…” More cackling erupted as the replay of Ayaya’s pamper packing was blown up on the big screen.

Snickering at the same set of clips being replayed on the backstage monitors, Jackson listened for Cassi to pivot away from Ayaya’s hypermessy moment to run the next clip. “Looking good. Prep the highlight reel package for the Messers being fed by the Iris nannies, and get ready to close out Round Two with the Wetters ahead by–”

*WHISTLE!*

Peeking through the blackout current and giving the show's director a seductive wave, Ayaya had her eyes on a prize much bigger than any amount of money could ever be worth. Her gaze lingered on CassiRole’s closeup shot as she puckered her lips and blew a kiss Jackson’s way.

The front of Jackson’s jeans stretched as he coyly waved back at Ayaya, failing to notice his cue was quickly approaching. “Jackson…JACKSON!” shouted Keelee through the distracted director’s headset. Spinning around and diving back into his cue notes, he rushed to regain the show’s momentum.

Giggling at Jackson’s bumbling behavior, it had only been a day and Ayaya already had this place wrapped around her finger. Having worked as a struggling internet celebrity for the bulk of her 20s, she viewed this as her last best chance at stardom, for better or worse. She hadn’t exactly envisioned diapers would be such a huge part of her last best push for fame but beggars couldn’t be choosers. And given the constant internal strife at the hands of the gameshow’s current matriarch, there was a good chance that would be her closeup before the first episode of DiapOut ever hit airwaves.

“Ayaya! We’re gonna be on soon!” said Mia in a half-whisper, half-yell. Grabbing her teammate by the arm, she waddled as quickly as her ultra-heavy, waterlogged diaper would permit as she regrouped with the rest of her team. “Hey, Ayaya’s been found. How’s Misa?” Her concern doubled as she knelt down next to her hypnotized best friend, who was sitting criss-cross applesauce and babbling up a storm while playing with her feet; a far cry from her typical, angsty, diaper-hating personality.

Bouncing on the tips of her toes while bound within a constricting straight jacket, Lelaya did her best to keep a positive outlook in spite of her team’s numerous pitfalls. “Well, she’s gone from tantrum-throwing toddler to happy babbler, so I’d say we’re improving. How’s the diaper?” she asked, gesturing to the swollen pamp sagging between Mia’s legs.

“Hanging in there,” said Mia as she widened her gait to keep her knees from shaking. It would be a loss of ten points if she allowed her diaper to touch the ground, so it was paramount that she reduce her exertion as much as possible from this point forward. Sadly, with how many turns she still had to go before she could rest, the odds of her staying upright until then were looking slimmer and slimmer.

“Heh, just look at the way her legs are shaking. I give her five minutes tops,” speculated Kyoko, conferring with her team through a barred window. After landing on a special event punishment square, she found herself trapped within The Potty Monster’s pudding-filled potty prison until her next turn. Though, that didn’t stop her from micro-managing her team at every turn. “We’re gonna need a strong second half to make up for the massive deficit Zeke landed us in.”

Rubbing the back of his neck with his eyes trained on the floor, Zeke’s guilt over costing his team 25 of their hard-earned points was palpable. “Sorry, I’ll do better next time,” he said, a pit in his stomach forming as he anxiously stared at Keelee from across the studio, knowing his next turn would be coming up shortly.

“Hey, dude. Don wowwy bout it,” said Cade, the effects of the THC-laced lisping jelly finally kicking in. Being a habitual stoner, Kyoko had made it her mission to ensure both he and Rupert remained sharp and sober. Tragically, the DiapOut production team had other plans, not that Cade minded the mental sensation from what he assumed was merely a side effect of the jelly. “Chus chill, we’s chill. Evewyfing’s supa chill. Hehehe!” His infantile drawl soon descended into a fit of giggles.

Unfortunately, Cade’s glowing team assessment was far from the consensus. “Yeah, we’ll be chill…so long as SOMEONE actually lets me play next time,” quipped Rupert, still bitter over Kyoko using her veto medallion to prematurely end his challenge. Regrettably, he could only sound so intimidating due to the fact he was forced to ride on a hopper ball until Ayaya’s next turn, though that didn’t stop him from mean-mugging Kyoko any chance he got. Sure, his odds of winning his previous challenge weren’t great given he was still recovering from the effects of Hypermesser’s Syndrome. Still, it was the fact she didn’t even give him a chance that bothered him so much.

“Oh, whatever, Rupert…” responded Kyoko, knowing exactly who Rupert’s pointed comment was meant for, “...you can barely walk without leaning on Cade, and that Baron Van Blushy dude was running circles around you. I did what I had to–”

“Cut! Great job, everyone! Let’s get in position for the cut back to the game board for Round Three. I need both teams minus Kyoko to return to their spaces!” announced Keelee, rounding up both teams for the second half of CassiRole’s Candy Land rip-off, Cassi Land. Currently, the Wetters may have had the overall lead in points but the Messers had a slight advantage on the board, standing 3 spaces ahead of their adversaries. Since crossing the finish line first was worth a staggering 40 points, it was pivotal that the Messers reach the end of the board before the Wetters to have any hope of catching up score-wise.

The studio was once again abuzz as a dozen production workers, make-up artists, and personal assistants swarmed Cassi and the set. Round Three had already seen its fair share of exhilarating highlights but she was certain the second half, as well as the subsequent Final Round, would be even more outrageous. “Ta-ta-ta-ta. Ta-ta. Ta-ta. Ma-ma-ma-ma. Ma-ma. Ma-ma,” she recited, getting in some quick vocal warm-ups as she waited for Keelee to count her in.

“Okay, everyone! Let’s have a good rest of the show!” yelled Keelee, filling both the constants, the audience, and CassiRole with anticipation as she held up her hand once more and began counting backward. “5, 4, 3…”

Wetters: 171.1 (+/-10) points Messers: 146.7 (+/-10) points

TO BE CONTINUED…

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crissiebaby · 2 months ago

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DiapOut: The Final Chapters (Story Cover)

DiapOut is officially back on the air with two ways to catch up before Chapter 36 drops next Wednesday!

Read the Recap: https://www.tumblr.com/crissiebaby/761338104938446848/diapout-recap-chapters-1-3

Start from Chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/crissiebaby/700402861313490944/diapout-chapter-1

(top: Cassi, left to right: Mia, Misa, Lelaya, Ayaya, Rupert, Cade, Zeke, Kyoko)

💜 Artwork By CodiBaby 💜 💕 Story By CrissieBaby 💕

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crissiebaby · 20 days ago

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DiapOut: Chapter 40

DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, WAM, hypermessing, crossdressing, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“CODE RED! I REPEAT, CODE RED!” yelled Jackson, forcing Keelee to rip her headset off to preserve her eardrums. As annoying as her director's frantic behavior was, he was right on the money. Win or lose, 50 points would be an insane deficit for either team to come back from. Whether Mia realized it or not, her big move was utterly game-breaking.

Not even the illustrious CassiRole could maintain a straight face as the microphone she held toward Mia’s mouth nearly slipped out of her hand. “O-Oh! Wow…that’s uh…wow,” she said, looking off-camera toward Keelee, who had nothing for her. “That’s a big risk you’re taking Mia…especially with a razor-thin lead. Are you sure its a risk is worth–”

“Absolutely,” said Mia defiantly, cutting off Cassi before the cunning host could make her second guess herself. She was tired of having the game manipulated in her favor, and the way she saw it, her performance in the upcoming challenge was just about the only thing production had zero control over. If she wins, great! That means she earned her win as well as the cash prize attached to it. If she loses, so be it. It wasn’t her money to begin with.

Suffice it to say, not all of Mia’s teammates saw her decision the same way. “WHY DO YOU HATE MONEY?!?!” screamed Ayaya, needing Lelaya to hold her back as she attempted to bum-rush the stage. She had kept her cool when both Mia and Lelaya had dumbly chosen not to pass their challenges onto the Messers, but this was egregious.

“Why’s Ayayayaya sho mad?” asked Misa, who’d barely been half paying attention up to this point. Her regressed brain had been too preoccupied with mooshing her ultra-thick surroundings of her and Mia’s conjoined diaper.

Reaching behind her to pet Misa’s head, Mia was unshaken from her decision. “So, are you guys just going to cut to us at the starting line or do you want to film us waddling across the studio? My thighs will still be burning with anticipation, after all,” she said with a smirk, glaring at Keelee with joyous malice.

The clipboard in Keelee’s hands strained to keep from snapping down the middle as she gazed upward at Mia and her insolent behavior. This was what she got for working with a bunch of diaper babies. “You heard the Baby New Year. I need lights and cameras on The Change-Off set yesterday, so move your asses,” she said, more than happy to reward Mia’s brattiness by giving her exactly what she was asking for. If this girl wanted to lose that badly, who was she to get in Mia’s way?

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“Alright, DiapOut fans! We’re back at the starting point of Round One, with Mia and her “plus 1” set to take on The Change-Off Gauntlet!” stated Cassi, standing atop the starting platform with Mia and Misa. “Unlike the first round, which saw one person from both teams assigned to each relay segment, Mia will have to race her way through the diaper drop, the pudding slide, and the lotion-covered staircase on her own in under three minutes…well, sort of. Luckily for our Baby New Year, she will have her best friend, Misa, by her side every step of the way.”

Shrinking in place next to Mia, Misa's anxiety was steady on the rise as she looked over the edge of the platform at the oversized diaper filled with chocolate pudding that was waiting for her at the bottom. “Too taww,” she said, clinging to Mia for comfort.

“Shhhh! It’s um…it’s okay. I’m here with you,” said Mia, attempting to pacify Misa’s nervous mental state with simple platitudes and a few awkward headpats; a caregiver she was not. In truth, she hadn’t really considered Misa’s feelings before pushing her into such a harrowing situation. Winning may not have been her priority but neither was tormenting her heavily hypnotized friend.

“Ahem,” grumbled Cassi, clearing her throat to quell Mia and Misa’s idle chit-chat so that she could finish reading the introduction. “Should she reach the top of the staircase in time to press the big red button waiting for her at the finish line, she will score a monstrous 50 points for her team, the Wetters. However, failure to complete your challenge in time will land you with quite a deficit. High risk, high reward!” Elevating the intensity of the moment with her speech, she had her audience eating out of the palm of her hand now more than ever. “Well, Mia, before we start, do you have any regrets about betting so many points?”

Staring into the camera boldly, Mia responded, “None whatsoever. We’re ready to play.” It was a far cry from the shy girl who could barely recite her name earlier that same day.

“Excellent! Then let’s not keep our viewers at home waiting any longer,” said Cassi, who was living for the drama that Mia was creating. Unlike her director and production manager, she couldn't care less if everything went according to plan. Chaos was more entertaining anyway. “On your marks…”

Rotating as much of her body toward Mia, the quickening pace of the show jolted Misa into panic mode. “Ch-Chus pwomise it’ww be okay?” she stuttered, tightening her grip around Mia’s waist.

“Get set…”

Mia may not have been a Big but that wasn’t going to stop her from looking out for her doe-eyed friend to the best of her abilities. “I promise. We’ll be at the bottom before you know it. Just hold onto me,” she said, wrapping both arms around Misa in preparation for the big jump.

“Go!”

“Jump!” shouted Mia, squinting her eyes closed as she attempted to leap from the platform. Sadly, despite the pep talk, Misa was less than forthcoming, resulting in both girls tumbling forward off the platform in the clumsiest fashion imaginable; far from a strong start. Much like before, the descent was over in seconds, engulfing both girls from head to toe in the ridiculously deep pudding pit. Chocolate sludge wormed its way into every nook and cranny of both their shared diaper and individual diapers, causing both girls to rise from and sink below the pudding’s surface several times before finding the edge.

Meanwhile, Cassi watched from atop the raised platform, giving her a birds-eye view of the entire obstacle course as she continued her teasing narration, “Uh oh! I guess Mia and Misa failed to calculate how heavy their CrissBaby Buddies Diaper was going to get! You’d think Mia would’ve had this down-pat after carting around that water-filled diaper for most of Round Three.” Her words stoked the audience’s ongoing laughter as they savored the blushy misery that had befallen the star contestant and her beloved bestie.

A trail of soupy pudding was left in Mia and Misa’s wake as they eventually managed to drag themselves out of the giant, crinkly nappy. Wheezing on the floor with her limbs sprawled out haphazardly, Mia felt like a fish drying out under the intense heat of the sun. Despite this, she was determined to get back up and moving. “C’mon, Misa. We gotta…UGH!” she stained, finding her pamper partner was more preoccupied than expected.

“Hehe, I wansa go again,” Misa said, giggling too hard to acknowledge the time-sensitive situation she was in. Her hips bucked and her lips trembled as she shoved her hand into the first layer of padding and pressed her fist into the base of her obscenely muddy diaper. The feeling was too good not to replicate, pushing her to grind against her fist over and over.

Knowing how mortified Misa would be to discover she started masturbating in a diaper while being filmed by multiple cameras, Mia needed to get the two of them going again pronto. “Um…Oh! Hey Misa, do you wanna play in even more pudding?” she said, using Misa’s salacious desires against her.

Unsurprisingly, Misa immediately nodded her head back and forth. “We gonsa do da jump some more?” she asked earnestly, her fear of heights now a forgotten memory.

“Even better,” replied Mia, pointing toward the large, butt-shaped slide with a stream of pudding running down its center. She didn’t feel great about manipulating Misa like this but desperate times called for desperate measures. Misa could bark at her later when she was spending her cut of the winnings.

Yoinking her arm free from her fudge-filled diaper, Misa’s baby brain instantly recognized the slide from earlier that day. Only now, those memories were tainted with arousal for all things squishy and messy. Scooping up her half of the bloated two-person diaper, she and Mia slowly crawled their way toward the mouth of the slide; their diaper was too heavy for them to even think about standing.

“Alright, let’s be smart about this,” said Mia, letting the oversaturated padding in her hands plop to the ground as she reached the edge of the slide. “If we lie down on the mat side by side, we can–HEY!”

Unfortunately for Mia, Misa had no intention of waiting for her to strategize. “Swide time!” she shouted, flopping over Mia as she tried to force her way down the slide.

Mia gasped as her lower half slipped into the running stream of pudding while pinned beneath Misa's body weight. “M-M-Misa! You gotta geoOohHHH!” she moaned, her tongue slipping from her mouth as the front hem of her diaper was blown open by the slide’s jet stream. Within seconds, her inner layer of padding was practically bursting with chocolate pudding exploding from each leg hole. Weakened by the bizarre form of stimulation, she quickly lost the fight against Misa’s body weight, causing her entire body to become submerged.

“Weee!” cheered Misa, throwing both hands up as she rocketed down the yummy slide while straddling Mia the entire time. Her fun wasn’t built to last, though, as she was promptly launched from her spot atop Mia’s hips at the bottom of the slide.

Wiping the chocolate-covered hair away from her face, Mia was finally given the chance to come up for air. “I don’t think…I can…do it…” she panted heavily, uncertain if she had it in her to complete the last leg of the race as she glanced at the slippery staircase up ahead.

“Oooh…my head…”

However, right as Mia was about to lose all hope, she was greeted by the sound of Misa’s grumpy voice absent any sort of speech impediment. “Wait! Misa, is that you?” she said, her tone flipping on a dime as she rushed to check on her best friend. Sure enough, the glaze that previously coated Misa’s eyes and kept her from focusing on anything had dissipated, leaving her as alert as she was when she first entered the studio. “Oh, thank Goddess! We were worried you’d never wake up.”

Having been thrown to the ground at such a speedy velocity, Misa’s adult brain had snapped back to reality. “W-Wake up…what are you…why am I…” she said wearily, losing track of any question that popped into her head as the shifting of her diaper crushed her beneath a tidal wave of euphoria. Sitting up with as much confusion on her face as there was pudding, she began to think back upon all the humiliating actions her body had made outside of her control; thoughts which served to heighten her sexual fervor.

“60 seconds left, Wetters! You’d better get your cabooses to the finish line fast!” announced Cassi, alerting Mia and Misa to the dwindling time they had.

Brushing off Misa’s amorous bewilderment. Mia had precious little time to explain the task at hand. “Misa, look at me! We can still win this thing but we have to move now!” she said, gesturing to the staircase with renewed vigor now that Misa’s mental faculties had returned. “Are you with me?”

With mere seconds to make her decision, Misa dug her teeth into the side of her cheek to distract her from her new, kinky interests. After going through diaper hell and back today, she wasn’t going to leave this place empty-handed. “Yeah…yeah, I’m with you,” she said, ready to finish this game once and for all.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Wetters: 161.1 (+/-60) points Messers: 156.7 (+/-10) points

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crissiebaby · 13 days ago

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DiapOut: Chapter 41

DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, WAM, hypermessing, crossdressing, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“Less than a minute remains! Ooh! This is going to be a nailbiter!” exclaimed CassiRole, who was as on the edge of her seat as the rest of her audience. Truthfully, she thought Mia had zero chance of completing the obstacle course with Misa attached to her hip. Her assessment couldn’t have been more wrong, though, as the girls were now only twelve slippery steps away from a massive 50-point haul.

*SPLAT!*

Planting their feet at the base of the lotion-covered staircase, Mia and Misa moved in unison as they waddled with their pudding-drenched Buddies Diaper sagging heavily in their arms. And despite how desperate Mia was to rest her aching limbs, her proximity to the finish line was enough motivation to keep her firmly upright. “Okay, Misa, we probably only have one shot at this,” said Mia, squatting low with her legs spread two feet apart and gazing ahead at the staircase to strategize her approach. Immediately, she knew the skinny width of each step would be their largest hurdle. “We’re gonna have to skip the first step to mount the staircase, then we can left-right-left the rest of the way up. Are you ready?”

“Yeah…I’m weady,” responded Misa, mimicking Mia’s stance as she prepared to advance. After being forced to hypermess a diaper and being hypnotized to the point where she couldn’t spell her own name, so much of what happened today didn’t feel real in retrospect. However, none of that would matter so long as she could tuck herself into bed tonight $500,000 richer.

Locking eyes with Misa, it was time to get their final push underway. “My left and your right together on 3. 1…2…3!” she shouted, raising her left leg and stretching it toward the second step; a simple movement but one that required complete faith that her partner would mirror to avoid an embarrassing faceplant. Unsurprisingly, their landing was anything but smooth, wobbling back and forth like a bowl full of jello as their feet slapped down on the greased-up staircase. It took them several seconds to regain even a small semblance of balance, eating away at the minuscule amount of time they had.

“Only 30 seconds! You two had better get those butts in gear!” said Cassi from the sidelines in hopes of motivating the girls to speed up.

Thankfully, Mia had already taken into account the time loss that their first step would have. Now that they were in position, nothing was stopping them from reaching the top. “We’re not stopping the rest of the way so brace yourself,” she said, informing Misa that things were about to get much more strenuous. Receiving a shaky nod of affirmation, she sucked in a big, lungful of air before leaping into action.

“Left!” Mia yelled, choosing to recite which leg Misa needed to move instead of her own. The last thing she needed was for Misa to get mixed up because she was calling out her own movements. Taking a full beat to settle her lower foot into place, she quickly shifted her weight in preparation for another step. “Right!”

Pudding dribbled down each of Mia and Misa’s legs as they ascended the stairs one step at a time, leaving a trail of runny chocolate in their wake. Exhausted beyond belief and clutching to their soupy, oversized diaper to the point that the whites of their knuckles were on prominent display, the girls had every reason to drop to their knees and give up. In the end, it was Misa’s desire not to let Mia down and vice versa that propelled them upward in the face of their grueling circumstances.

“Holy Toledo! They’re doing it!” cheered Lelaya, excitedly bouncing up and down while clinging to Ayaya’s arm. “You see? I knew exactly what I was doing, pairing them up.”

Unable to pick her jaw up off the floor, Ayaya had been skeptical of Mia and Misa’s ability to climb out of the pudding pit at the start of the race, making their sudden resurgence all the more awe-inspiring. “LET’S GO, WETTERS! FINISH STRONG!” she abruptly screamed, allowing herself to get caught up in the moment.

“Left! Right! Left!” said Mia, steadily picking up the pace as she and Misa got into a rhythm. Before they knew it, they had cleared the halfway point with just under 15 seconds on the clock. “Almost there! Right! Left! Right!” Maneuvering within three steps from the top of the stairs, she could practically taste victory. The anticipation of winning had her legs moving like a machine as she flat-out ignored her burning thigh muscles.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Misa, who was struggling to keep up with Mia’s tempo increase. Attempting to move her left foot up to the second-to-last step, her haggard body failed to raise her leg high enough. The result was instantaneous as she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground.

“GAH! M-Misa!” cried out Mia, leaning all of her weight in the opposite direction of Misa’s flop to prevent herself from falling over. The conjoined diaper around her waist suddenly became an anchor, giving her no choice but to stand as still as possible while Misa recovered.

“10…9…8…”

With only ten seconds left, the audience proceeded to countdown alongside the dwindling timer, adding pressure to Mia’s troubling situation. “You gotta stand up, Misa! We’re so close!” she said, feeling the friction beneath her feet give way until her toes were hovering off the edge of the step.

“I-I can’d!” replied a very panicked Misa, who was stuck hanging off Mia’s hip with her chest glued to the staircase. Having no means of gaining traction, there was little she could do but lay in place to stop herself from falling further.

“...7…6…5…”

Glancing back and forth between the finish line and the staircase behind her, Misa knew the only way she could restabilize was to return to the bottom. Given only a fraction of a second to decide what to do, there was no time for debate. What happened to her didn’t matter so long as Mia made it to the top. “Bwace youwsewf!” she shouted, smacking her fudge and lotion-coated hands down on the tapes of her half of the two-person diaper and ripping them off.

“WOAH!” clamored Mia, nearly falling herself as the Buddies Diaper unceremoniously lost one of its buddies. Thankfully, Misa’s detachment slingshotted Mia in the correct direction, allowing her to solidify her stance as her feet slid fully onto the steps.

“...4…3…2…”

Without a second to spare, Mia stomped her foot down on the final step and dove for the finish line. Her feet were sent sprawling into the air as her upper body collided with the platform at the top of the stairs; a tremendous feat that left her mere inches from completing her trial. Had the timer gone off then, her and Misa’s valiant efforts would’ve been for nothing. Mercifully, it was the CrissBaby Buddies Diaper of all things that came to her rescue, providing her with just enough traction to leap up and roll the rest of her body forward. Lying on her back with the tattered Buddies Diaper draped around her, a jubilant but fatigued smile overtook her expression as she caught sight of the lone second remaining on the time. She had done it.

*BLAST!*

Much like they had at the end of the first round, confetti cannons popped off over the obstacle course as the audience showered Mia and Misa with their loudest applause yet. “That was incredible! What a powerhouse performance!” said Cassi, her voice competing with the wealth of clapping and screaming echoing around her as she spoke into the microphone. “Mia’s HUGE risk has paid off in spades. She and Misa may have lost 10 points for ripping off their Buddies Diaper but that’s a small price to pay for a humongous 50-point swing! Well done, Wetters!”

“Hehehehe! YESYESYES!” giggled Misa, waving her arms and kicking her legs widely as she stared up at Mia from the flat of her back. Resting within a pool of creamy lotion at the bottom of the padded staircase with a bloated, pudding-filled diaper fastened to her pelvis, she didn’t even want to think about sitting up. If they wanted her to be present for her turn, they could carry her for all she cared.

Likewise, Mia wasn’t certain she could will herself to get up if she wanted to. Never in her life had she craved the warmth and comfort of her bed so much, having been put through one physically arduous activity after the next. Sadly, her bed would have to wait a bit longer. They may have had the lead but the game was nowhere near finished. That said, she was going to savor her monumental victory for as long as she could.

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“Thank Goddess I didn’t let you talk me into 10 to 1 odds,” quipped Keelee, who had wandered backstage during Mia’s challenge to watch on the monitors with Jackson. Reaching into her back pocket for her wallet, she reluctantly pulled out $20 and tossed it onto Jackson's command console; a bet was a bet, after all. “Also, what is up with these girls and ripping each other’s diapers off on that staircase? Like, seriously.”

For Jackson, the cash prize he received was nothing compared to the footage he and his team managed to capture. “I don’t know and I don’t care. What I do know is that we are now on easy street from here until the end of Round 3,” he said, relieved by the 45-point buffer that the Wetters now had. So much for needing to rig the game. Mia had garnered such an insurmountable lead for her team that the rest of the Round felt like a formality at this point. “From this point forward, we’re going to prioritize high rolls and quick challenges. The Final Round is just around the corner. Let’s end this thing on a high note.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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DiapOut: Chapter 39

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*WHISTLE!*

“Work it, girl!” shouted Lelaya, giggling at Zeke as he approached his team’s spot on the gameboard. Unlike the rest of her group, her love for big dresses and even bigger diapers was too great for her not to appreciate Zeke’s transformation.

Unfortunately, Ayaya was far from pleased with Lelaya cheering on their opponents. “Why are you happy?!” she said, jabbing her elbow against Lelaya’s side. “They’re only 5 points back now because, for whatever reason, you and Mia keep giving the worst challenges to our own team!“

“Will you give it a rest already?” chimed Mia, sitting on the floor with her legs sprawled out in a V-formation. In her eyes, it didn’t matter how well their team did. Not with Keelee and Jackson pulling the strings backstage. No doubt, they were on course for that 40-point finish line bonus, which would wipe out any mistakes made throughout the round, though it wasn’t like she could outright say that without major repercussions. Given that she was about to be stuffed into a conjoined diaper with baby-brain Misa before taking her actual turn, she had much more pressing issues on her plate than some stupid scoreboard. “Just worry about yourself and stop barking at everyone.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose harshly, Ayaya was in utter disbelief over her team’s apparent apathy. “Five-Hundred Thousand dollars is on the line here, Mia! That’s a five with five zeros behind it; more than any of us have ever seen. So, we’d better get our shit together fast unless we wanna end up as four zeros. You got it?” she said as she thumped Mia’s foot with her own while her fingers traced the edges of the medallion around her neck. She was almost half-tempted to use it on Mia’s upcoming turn just to get her sour-puss attitude out of the way with no ramifications. However, the idea of leaving her fate up to the heart of the dice felt like a massive risk. Clutching the gold disk with the shape of a binky carved into it, she may have wanted to win but not at the cost of humiliating herself more than she already had.

Zeke, meanwhile, remained unbothered by the squabbling girls, tuning them out alongside the applause and idle cackling of his new, uproarious fans. With his back straight and a pep in his step, he felt weightless as he reunited with Cade and Rupert. “Make way, peasants. The queen hath arrived,” he said jokingly, his pompous, British accent leaving a lot to be desired.

“Oh, deawy me, your highness. Whewe art my mannews?” responded Cade, playing along with Zeke as he placed a hand on his chest and bowed his head. An obnoxious *SLURP!* soon followed his statement as he struggled to keep himself from drooling over the THC-laced paci he was forced to suck on.

Sadly, Cade’s enthusiasm wasn’t shared by Rupert, his mind still lingering on Kyoko’s outburst. “Well done, dude. Takes a big man to wear a dress like that,” he said, giving Zeke his props before pivoting to his concerns. “Not to detract from the win but why was Kyoko yelling for you to turn down the punishment? Did something happen–”

“Huh? What? Nononono, everything’s fine. Better than fine, in fact,” said Zeke, his serotonin-fueled mind refusing to acknowledge the ridiculous amounts of stress his mind had been under for the past 90 minutes. He briefly shot a glance at Kyoko’s way, glimpsing at the pained sorrow painted across her face before looking toward the hem of his poofy skirt. “She and I are just…peachy…”

Sinking down into the Potty Monster’s sloppy pudding pit, Kyoko didn’t need anything more than Zeke’s cold shoulder to get the message. Whether or not he found some form of catharsis through his extreme humiliation didn’t matter; his animosity toward her wasn’t going anywhere. All of a sudden, the toilet-shaped cell she was locked in until her next turn felt more like a sanctuary than a prison.

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“EYYA! Ha! There we go!” proclaimed Keelee with renewed vigor now that the final tape of Mia and Misa’s double-seated diaper was secure. Her efforts warranted some muted claps, though most of the audience by this point had grown bored with the extended diapering process. “Okay, according to the instructions, the tapes should fully seal in a couple of minutes. We’ll be moving right into Mia’s turn next, so you two sit tight for now and try not to move too much,” she said, patting the side of the overly complicated nappy.

Shifting in place awkwardly, there was no angle Mia could sit at where her fluffy white diaper wasn't squishing up against Misa’s equally thick booty. As if diapers didn’t already make her pelvic region a swampy nightmare, now she had to contend with another person’s body heat on top of that. Building upon her dread was the distance from CassiRole’s raised platform to her space on the board. “So, like, are you really gonna make us walk back and forth?” she asked, yet to get over how sore her legs were from her previous challenge.

“Huh? Oh, right. No, I was lying,” Keelee said without an inkling of remorse. Although, her inner sadist couldn’t help but soak in Mia’s deliciously distraught expression.

The little hairs on the backs of Mia’s arms stood at attention as she viciously scowled at Keelee. Every fiber of her being wanted to rip the diaper off her body and smack that cocky look off the production manager’s face. Tragically, telling off Keelee would have to wait as a far bigger problem reared its foul-smelling head.

*PFFFFFFFT!*

“Hehehe! Whoopsie! My tum stiww feews weiwd,” said Misa as an onslaught of gassy pressure overtook her grumbly gut. Had she not been hypnotized, she would’ve sooner let her belly explode than fart in such a public space. Instead, her reaction was closer to that of an actual infant, happily kicking her feet as her strained intestines expelled the stinky pocket of air from her body.

Needless to say, Mia wasn’t thrilled with the idea of cozying up to Misa's muddy diaper even with two extra layers of protection between them. “Don’t even think about it, Misa. If you try to use this diaper, I am ripping it off. Got it?” she said sternly, giving the audience something new to chuckle about as she leaned away from Misa’s tailpipe. If it weren’t for the fact she just cost her team a mess of points, she would’ve already taken the L.

With Mia’s threat replaying in her head, Misa could feel her bratty nature trying to take over, compelling her to do the opposite of what she was told. At the same time, her regressed mind was very much enjoying the buddy system of the CrissBaby Buddies Diaper. Thus, the idea of grossing Mia out and scaring her away, while fun on paper, was something she knew would only end up sidelining her until her next turn in the rotation. “Don be such a baby! I nuh goin poopy,” she said, giving Mia the reassurance she craved whilst failing to understand why the live studio audience found her declaration so funny.

“Can we please get the game going again? Soon?” said Mia, seeking an end to Round Three as quickly as possible. She was willing to deal with whatever embarrassing scenario Cassi was about to throw at her so long as it got her out of the conjoined diaper before Misa’s tummy decided it needed to purge something more noxious than gas.

While she possessed zero pity for Mia’s plight, one thing Keelee could get 100% behind was the idea of moving this show forward. “Alright, alright. The tapes should be good by now so we can move on. Cassi, you’re back up,” she said, clearing the stage and getting herself in position to cue Cassi in. “Camera, check! Sound, check! Let’s do this like we’ve got places to be! Quiet on…set…” she announced, trailing off as she was forced to wait for Mia and Misa to shimmy into a standing position, which took an additional, patience-draining minute to complete. Not wanting to sit around until something else halted production, she held her hand up and began her countdown, “5, 4, 3…”

“Wow! That was some showing by Zeke! Give him another big hand, everyone!” said Cassi, linking the current scene up to the end of Zeke’s dress-up punishment for a seamless transition while simultaneously whipping up the energy of the crowd. “The Messers still have some work to do if they’re gonna catch their rivals, the Wetters. Too bad for them, the Baby New Year is back, and looking for some revenge! Mia, are you excited for your second turn?”

The vacancy in Mia’s gaze was quickly growing as the strength it took out of her to merely stand up in the two-person diaper made it difficult to pay attention. At least, she didn’t have to try super hard to convince the viewers she was also hypnotized. “Uh, sure. Yeah…so excited,” she mumbled, unable to feign any enthusiasm whatsoever.

“Wonderful! I’ll let you take over from here!” said Cassi, refusing to let her performance be brought down by Mia’s downtrodden attitude. Deciding to have a bit of extra fun at the expense of her mopey contestant, she offered Mia the large dice block only to bump it out of her hands at the last minute in a way that made it look entirely like Mia’s fault. The result was Mia clumsily bobbling the oversized cube before losing her grip on it entirely, landing her measly two spaces for her troubles. “Uh oh!” she said as she pressed a finger to her ear and pretended as though her director was speaking to her. “Uh-huh, got it. Sorry, Mia, the boys backstage say that counts. Luckily, that puts you smack-dab on a green space, which means it’s time for another betting mini-game! Let’s go to the board!”

Collecting herself as the digital spinner went round and round, Mia had just about had it with Cassi and Keelee’s endless cruelty. Run down and desperate for a reprieve, her ability to care about whether or not she won anymore was quickly weening. If they wanted her to suffer for their amusement, then she was done being their obedient conspirator.

The Change-Off Gauntlet.

“Oh, boy! This’ll be fun!” said Cassi, already imagining how much more chaotic Mia’s upcoming challenge was going to be with another body attached to her hip. “I hope you both have fond memories of the first round because Mia’s betting mini-game, you two are tasked with racing through each segment of The Change-Off in under two minutes!” Circling behind Mia and Misa so that she could throw her arm around each of them, she gleefully gestured to the back of the sound stage as lights once again rose on the set from Round One. “Well, Mia, you and the Wetters have the lead but it’s still anyone’s game. How many points are you willing to risk?”

Thinking back on how production had rigged the game for her up to this point, it was obvious they wanted Mia to be smart and play it safe to maintain her team's tentative lead. Unfortunately, the palpable combination of guilt and anger made her want to do something incredibly stupid. Moreover, as much as she didn’t want to be the sole reason her team crashed and burned, there was a large part of her that wanted to prove she had earned her win, and a physical challenge such as this was the perfect opportunity. Leaning into the mic that Cassi was pointing at her, she smirked directly into the camera, “Let’s put 50 points on the line and see what happens.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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DiapOut: Chapter 36

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“MMMMMMMNNNNFFF!!!*

*RIIIIIIIIP!*

A pale, desolate expression overtook the female employee’s face as she speedily tore open the six-foot-long Betsy Wetsy box; its flimsy, cardboard walls rattled from the inside, complicating the unboxing process. Muttering obscenities under her breath, the minimum-wage worker did her best to ignore the devilish giggles encircling the box as she finally broke the outer seal.

“-ET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING THING!” shrieked an 18-year-old Zeke at the top of his lungs, panicking in place with his arms zip-tied to the pink inner box layer. Not that being bound to a dolly box kept him from thrashing back and forth. He gritted his teeth as the soupy mess in his fake, pillowy diaper spread to the front, regrettably increasing his humiliatingly noticeable arousal; the sharp point in the center of his padding was a dead giveaway. Adorning the titular Betsy Wetsy’s famously short and lusciously silky babydoll dress, there was no hiding how embarrassed he was from his sister or her large assortment of friends. He could only squint his eyes shut tightly and let their unending laughter crash upon him like a brutal tidal wave.

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“It’s the laughter I haven’t gotten over,” said Zeke, reclining atop a chaise lounge. Two months into his first year of college, and the events of the previous summer had yet to leave his traumatized brain. Ever since his sister’s birthday party at the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory, he’d cut himself off from pretty much every person in his life. Not even his girlfriend made the cut, who after countless attempts at consoling him had no choice but to give up and move on. Thankfully, therapy at college was free, giving him ample opportunity to talk about his problems confidentially. “I feel so much shame.”

Lowering his notepad and pen empathetically, Zeke’s therapist, Dr. Martin Anderson, had seen his fair share of patients with deep-seated shame issues. However, never before had the root cause been something so absurdly mortifying. “The ego is a fragile thing, and I do mean in the Freudian sense. What you’ve experienced shattered your self-image to such an extent that you’re rejecting anything associated with that past image. Not intentionally, mind you. Although, now that you are aware, it’s up to you to be kinder to yourself for aspects of your mind that you can’t control,” he said, starting from a scientific standpoint before digging into the emotional aspect. Tragically, it was only his second session with Zeke so there were still a lot of question marks in the air about how to approach his mental strife.

“It’s easy for you to say I should be kind to myself but you’re not the one who can’t stop getting turned on by this shit,” said Zeke, losing his temper as memories of how arousing it felt to be bound in the life-sized doll’s infantile attire. He gritted his teeth to keep from crying.

Tapping his pen on his notepad, Dr. Anderson knew he needed to pivot if he was going to send Zeke off in 20 minutes with his head held high. “Speaking of that, you mentioned in our last session being curious about buying some adult diapers for yourself. Did you end up purchasing any?” he asked, repositioning Zeke and himself to a more positive place within the conversation while sticking to the same subject.

“I almost did but I chickened out when my roommate walked by. Plus, I still have a few medical ones left that I took from my grandpa’s place,” responded Zeke, bashfully looking away from Dr. Anderson as hues of red descended upon his face. “Maybe I should just toss them out and try to forget about all of this.”

Placing his notepad in his lap and offering Zeke a benevolent smile, Dr. Anderson could sense Zeke didn’t mean the words he was saying, even if he desperately wanted to. “That is always an option, and there’s no shame in doing so…” he said, bending to Zeke’s will. It wasn’t his job to argue with his patients, though that didn’t mean he couldn’t present an alternative, “...but if you ask me, it would be far more beneficial to find a positive outlet for these newfound desires. It doesn’t even have to be in person. The world gets smaller every day, and there are dozens of online groups filled with people who feel the same as you.” He leaned forward and gently patted Zeke’s shoulder. “Ultimately, the decision is yours. Just some food for thought…”

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“...just some food for thought…”

Days had passed since Dr. Anderson’s innocuous suggestion and yet Zeke’s brain still lingered. The idea of seeking out online ABDL groups wasn’t exactly a foreign concept to the remorseful kinkster. He’d pushed himself to make a fetish Xwitter and join a few Discord servers. Sadly, both accounts had done nothing but collect dust over the past couple of months. He knew Dr. Anderson had a point but the concept of interacting with someone else in a kink headspace was unbelievably daunting, regardless of whether it was in person or not.

*YAAAAAAWN!*

Leaning back in his chair to check the cafeteria’s analog clock, it wasn’t even 2 pm yet and he was already ready to crawl back into bed. Considering he didn’t have another class until after 5, perhaps a midday nap wasn’t such a bad call. With half a tray of food left in front of him, he decided he was going to polish off his mac and cheese and dump the rest. His meal plan gave him three free meals per day so it wasn’t like he’d go hungry.

“OMG! Did you see that girl? I can’t believe they let people into college who aren’t potty trained.”

Practically choking on his last bite of cheesy noodles, the conclusion to Zeke’s meal was suddenly accosted by two snooty-looking girls with obnoxiously loud whispers who happened to claim the table adjacent to his. He slyly leaned back in his chair and angled his ear towards the girls, too curious not to continue listening.

“I know, right? You can see droplets leading all the way to her table. It’s so pathetic.”

Unable to keep himself from gazing out across the cafeteria, Zeke instantly spotted a line of five or so yellow puddles no bigger than a penny apiece leading from the checkout counter to a booth just around the corner. Sure enough, the girl stationed in the booth was frantically patting her lap with napkins while constantly looking up to see if anyone was watching her. Her wandering eyes soon caused Zeke's head to swivel away to avoid detection. It wasn’t like he needed to keep staring anyway. He’d seen everything he needed to. Beyond the obvious issue of her pants being soaked, there was no mistaking the extra bulk surrounding her pelvis. She was diapered…she was diapered and leaking.

Memories of Zeke’s turbulently titillating ride through the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory’s auto-dresser once again rose to the forefront of his mind, filling him with altruistic intentions. He couldn’t bear to see someone else go through an ordeal as humiliating as his, even someone he didn’t know. Propelled to action by a strange yet palpable longing for, as Dr. Anderson put it, “a positive outlet for these newfound desires,” he quickly gathered his belongings before speed walking over to the checkout counter. “Hi, um, can I get another can of ginger ale, please?” he asked, pursing his lips into a small smile.

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Double Trouble!

“Alright, Lelaya! For your Play-It or Pass-It Challenge, you get to select not one but two players to participate!” said CassiRole, gesturing to Lelaya’s prompt on the monitor. The audience roared with excitement as one of the Nanny Iris bots reappeared to deliver a bulky white object to Cassi. Holding the crinkly item up for all to see, the already exuberant audience went bananas as they gazed upon a ludicrously large diaper adorned with four leg holes. It didn’t take a genius to see where this was going.

Meanwhile, watching from a hunched position with her hands resting on her kneecaps, Mia was struggling to stay upright; the weight of her waterlogged diaper finally getting to her. If it hadn’t been for the constant starting and stopping of the show, maybe things would’ve moved fast enough for her to make it back around to her turn. Unfortunately, as things stood, she’d be lucky if she lasted another full minute.

“Hey, Miiiia! When’s my nex turn? I wansa pway agin!” said Misa, waddling over to Mia in a hypnotized state and draping her arms around her exhausted friend’s shoulders. Her timing couldn’t have been worse as the added poundage left Mia quivering in place.

Failing to stay measured under so much weight, Mia harshly shoved Misa away before exploding on her. “Back off! This is hard enough already!” she shouted, unintentionally interrupting the scene between Lelaya and Cassi.

“Quiet on set!” yelled Keelee, glaring in Mia’s direction before turning back to Cassi. “Still rolling!”

Clearing her throat, Cassi resumed her explanation, “As I was saying, this CrissBaby Buddies Diaper will be worn by two players of your choice, forcing the wearers to work in tandem until your next turn. So, any thoughts on who you’d like to see go butt-to-butt?”

“Hmmm…let me think…” said Lelaya, pondering her decision while tilting her head back and forth lackadaisically; the only part of her upper body that was moveable thanks to the straight jacket. A mischievous smirk formed as she glanced back at her temperamental team, “...Mia and Misa! That’s who should wear it!”

“WHAT?!” shouted literally everyone in the studio. It was a collective jaw-drop that, for the briefest of moments, unified both teams, the production staff, and the audience in a state of sheer awe. Backstage, a loud smack could be heard, echoing off of Jackson’s forehead as he slapped it.

Picking her chin up off the floor, Cassi’s face ran the gamut from emotions from pure shock to stupefied amusement. Never in her wildest dreams when she selected Mia and her friends to be amongst the first DiapOut contestants could she ever have imagined how ridiculously entertaining they would be. “Um…okay! Mia and Misa, come on up!” she said before focusing her attention back on Lelaya. “I’m sorry but I have to ask. Why pick members of your own team for such a humiliating task?”

“Because friends shouldn’t fight. Some diapee time together should sort them out, no problem,” Lelaya said without a hint of remorse.

Mia’s stink eye was fierce as she waddled up onto Cassi’s platform; her dismal mood contrasted by Misa, who was simply elated to get to another turn. Putting all thoughts toward future revenge schemes on the back burner, she braced herself for the task at hand. “L-Let’s just get this over with,” she said, leaning into what was swiftly becoming her signature catchphrase.

“Yay! Mo diapees!” clamored Misa, losing herself to the half of her brain being overrun with padded serotonin. Ever since her jousting victory over Zeke, any remnants of the diaper-loathing individual, who only elected to play in the first place out of a sense of guilt, had been completely suppressed.

Observing from across the giant game board as a small crew of PAs rushed to put Mia and Misa in their two-person diaper, Rupert scoffed in premature celebration. “They gotta be throwing it,” he speculated. This was now the second time the Wetters could’ve passed on a difficult challenge but chose not to, and since he was forced to stay on the hopper ball until his next turn, it would’ve pretty much guaranteed a loss regardless of who he was paired with. “I didn’t think we had a chance after Kyoko screwed me over but after this, we may still have a shot! What do you think, Zeke?”

The dark, brooding cloud that hung over Zeke’s head was thick enough that neither Rupert nor Cade could ignore it. He knew they were merely trying to cheer him up but there was no shaking the dread from his upcoming turn. “Yeah…we may still have a chance,” he said sourly, his tone betraying his sentiment. Staring two spaces ahead at the only red square in range, he exhaled sharply. If what he overheard was correct, his destination was already set in stone.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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DiapOut: Chapter 42

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*SQUEEEEEEAK!*

The metal door hinges of Potty Monster’s toilet-shaped prison creaked and a flood of pudding spilled out onto the floor as Kyoko was finally freed in anticipation of her next turn. Staggering while climbing out of the muck-filled cell, she paused to ring the thick chocolate from her hair and t-shirt, the latter of which had been stained with enough brown gunk to render the show’s white and yellow logo unreadable.

“Here, wipe your face off with this, and don’t dally,” said Keelee, offering Kyoko a small sweat towel; the most they could offer considering they didn’t exactly have the time to halt the show and let her shower.

Unsurprisingly, the soft, blue towel in Kyoko’s hands turned dark brown in seconds as she prioritized cleansing the area around her eyes, nose, and mouth before running the towel down the length of her hair. During this process, she locked eyes with her embittered team from across the studio. While Cade looked aloof as ever, both Rupert and Zeke had plenty of reasons to be pissed at her. Sadly, even though Rupert’s gaze held far greater contempt, it was the sorrow hidden within Zeke’s scornful expression that devastated her the most. “Um…if it’s not too much trouble, could I chat with my team for a moment? I promise to be super quick,” she said, her chest tightening as she pleaded with DiapOut’s production manager.

Unfortunately for Kyoko, maintaining the show’s haggard filming schedule was a considerably more pressing issue for Keelee than whatever relationship drama was going on behind the scenes. “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. You’ll have plenty of time to talk to your buddies when your turn is over. Now, if you’re done cleaning up…” she said, holding out her hand for Kyoko to drape the used towel over.

Sighing dejectedly as she passed off her towel to Keelee, Kyoko knew arguing would only extend the process. If she wanted to mend things with Zeke and Rupert, she needed to get through her turn as fast as possible. Liquid chocolate sloshed within her droopy padding and trickled down her legs as she waddled behind Keelee over to CassiRole’s raised platform.

“Well, hey there, silly girl. Long time, no see,” said Cassi, scoffing as she glanced up and down Kyoko’s fudge-coated appearance. “You’re looking as yummy as ever. I hope you’re enjoying Round 3 as much as I–”

“Oh, save it,” grumbled Kyoko, cutting Cassi off mid-sentence. After Cassi’s betrayal, the last thing she wanted was to be flirted with. “You told me I could trust you, then used what I said to hurt my friends. You already got what you wanted. Just leave me alone.” She folded her arms and turned her back on her gracious host, unable to shake the raw feeling in her gut over having given her virginity to someone so two-faced.

Dropping the smile she wore for the cameras, if there was one thing Cassi couldn’t stand, it was rejection. “Yeah…I guess you’re right. I got exactly what I wanted, and so did you. But by all means, feel free to frame me as the villain in your mind…if it makes you feel better,” she taunted, refusing to let Kyoko get away without her share of the blame.

“Hey, girls…” said Keelee, snagging the resentful pair’s attention, “…the camera’s over here.” With her rolled-up cue sheet in hand, she gestured to the front-facing camera that Cassi and Kyoko had unintentionally ignored.

Cassi lifted her chin high and smirked as she turned to face the dark void of the camera. “Hate me all you want but I’d smile if I were you, silly girl. Unless you want everyone to see that pretty face of yours scrunched up like a sad cat,” she said, dealing Kyoko one final jab right as Keelee began her countdown.

As much as Kyoko didn’t want to, she soon found herself callously forcing a fake grin upon her face; a shamefully vain reminder of how much of her soul she’d already sold to the Hollywood machine. In her eyes, she deserved no less. The trust her team had put in her, to lead them to victory or otherwise, had been misplaced. Now, all that was left for her to do was smile and hope that her gambit of bringing in new WET Diaper Club members would be worth it in the end.

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DiapOut Cheerleader

After rolling a 4, Kyoko was saddled with a Play-It or Pass-It Challenge that required one player to stand on the edge of Cassi’s platform and hype up the audience by any means necessary. Not wanting to give the Wetters any more opportunities to gain points, she reluctantly decided to shoulder the challenge herself; a choice that once again separated her from the rest of her team. “Let’s go, DiapOut fans. Make some noise,” she said unenthusiastically, waving a pair of pom poms around while wearing a custom, yellow and brown DiapOut cheerleading uniform that stood no chance of hiding her bloated diaper. +/-10 points for the Messers.

Oof Poof Doofus

Not to be outdone, Misa’s 6 saw the Wetters zooming past the Messers, placing her atop a red punishment square. A comically large Oof Poof romper was swiftly fitted to her body, which ensured her knees would not be touching for the rest of the Round. Regrettably, while her hypnosis had finally broken, her babyish lisp and, more importantly, her horniness for diapers remained unmoved. “D-Dis ish tupid,” she mumbled, walking with a wide gait back to her team’s space on the board with a lustful line of blush sprawled across her face. +10 for the Wetters.

Baby-Go-Round

Cade’s luck was nowhere near as good as Kyoko's or Misa's, proven with a dice roll that advanced his team a dismal 2 squares. Fortunately, this afforded him the opportunity to face off against one of the Wetters in a DiapOff Challenge where the person who held onto a spinning Merry-Go-Round the longest netted 15 points for their team. He wasted no time at all singling out Lelaya, who had been bound within a straight jacket since the first round. Try as she might to wedge herself between the bars of the children-sized Merry-Go-Round, she had no chance to outlast Cade without the use of her hands. +15 points for the Messers.

“Three up and three down. You guys are doing great out there,” praised Jackson, masterfully controlling the game from behind the scenes to keep the rest of Round 3 short and snappy. Moreover, the Wetters still had a commanding lead. The only shot the Messers had was to reach the end of the board first, and with Jackson able to manipulate each dice roll, they were pretty much dead in the water. “Camera 2, stand by with Rupert. Ready on Camera 1 with Cassi and Ayaya. Keelee, you can count them in.”

“We are back in 5, 4, 3…” shouted Keelee on cue, her energy a tad more upbeat now that the show was moving like a well-oiled machine.

“Welcome back, DiapOut fans! Both teams are only a few spaces from reaching the end of the board, and it’s still anyone’s game!” lied Cassi, attempting to maintain engagement in spite of the obvious ending they were careening toward. “Before we get into Ayaya’s turn, we need to award Rupert for being an extra good boy and completing his Play-it or Pass-It Challenge. Everyone give him a big hand!”

Cutting to Camera 2, Rupert proudly rose from the red bouncy ball he’d been riding since Ayaya’s last turn. “That’s 10 points closer! We ain’t done yet,” he shouted, grabbing the red ball’s rubbery handle and chuckling it across the studio victoriously, much to the crowd’s amusement.

“Hehe! Now that’s one happy bab!” giggled Cassi, teasing Rupert’s masculine bravado before turning to face Ayaya. “You can’t be feeling too good about that. After all, it was you who passed on the challenge. Let’s see if you can make up for it the second time around. Are you ready for your second turn?”

Nodding her head coyly, Ayaya couldn’t be less worried about her upcoming turn. “Born ready,” she said, allowing the oversized dice block to fall from her hand before Cassi permitted her to do so. A nearby cameraman scrambled to lower his shot to accommodate Ayaya’s roll, getting the large cube centered up as it came to a stop on a 3.

“Nicely done! That moves your team within 2 spots of the finish line!” announced Cassi, watching as the rest of Ayaya’s team approached the cutout of a shiny pink castle at the end of the board. “Now, let’s find out which Betting Challenge you’ll be…playing…” Gesturing toward the overhead monitor, her cheerful expression faltered as she soon found Ayaya’s medallion dangling from her forearm.

Donning a satisfied simper, Ayaya had played the hand she’d been dealt to perfection. “No need. I’m confident enough in my team’s lead, and I’d hate to waste this lovely power you’ve given me,” she said, cleverly avoiding yet another turn after having previously passed her challenge off to Rupert the last time she was up. Considering how little of the board both teams had in front of them, it looked as though she was going to escape Round 3 completely unscathed.

“W-Well…that’s…certainly an option. By using this medallion, your Betting Challenge is hereby forfeited with no points gained or lost,” said Cassi, earning muted claps from her audience along with a few idle boos.

Unphased by the negative response to her expert-level strategizing, Ayaya was happy to play the heel. After all, there was nothing an audience loved more than the cocky antagonism of a heel. “You diaper dorks can whine all you want to but it’ll take a lot more to get these pampers full again!” she jeered, whipping her butt around and playfully smacking it. The boos grew louder but so too did the cheers, garnering her the most explosive reaction of the game thus far with little more than some light taunting. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a game to win. Ta-ta for now.”

Cassi’s tongue clicked as Ayaya hopped down from the platform and skipped back to her team without a care in the world. Had this been earlier in the game, she would’ve seen to it that Ayaya got an extra special dose of diaper humiliation thrust upon her during her time in CassiLand. Shrugging off the uneventful interaction, she decided not to let Ayaya ruin her first night as DiapOut’s host. Round 3 would be over in a few turns anyway.

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DiapOut: Chapter 38

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“N-no…” muttered Kyoko, pressing her face against the bars of the Potty Monster’s toilet-shaped jail cell to see the overhead monitor. This wasn’t just some bog-standard challenge intended to embarrass a random contestant; this was a specific punishment designed to be Zeke’s worst nightmare. Vivid memories of spilling her guts to CassiRole following their lustful interaction together impacted her like a freight train rolling at a hundred miles per hour. At the time, she thought Cassi was interested in getting to know her and the rest of her friends, never once considering an ulterior motive. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at DiapOut’s malevolent host as she clutched the spot on her chest where the binky-encrusted medallion had been, knowing she’d been played.

“Betsy Wetsy Wants to Play. Ooh! I was hoping this one would pop up,” cheered Cassi, feigning ignorance despite the heavy hand she wielded to get this punishment into today’s show. Throwing a condescending arm around Zeke’s shoulder, she could feel Zeke trembling with what she could only assume was mortifying dread. “Fans of the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll collection should be very familiar with the littlest princess of the bunch, Betsy Wetsy, who just so happens to be my personal favorite. I know; big shocker. Now, Zeke, I understand you're a boy but you wouldn’t happen to have any history playing with Miss Betsy Wetsy or any of the other Pretty Pretty Princess Dolls would you?”

The muscles in Zeke’s jaw clenched as a scattering of idle chuckles echoed out from the audience. He could feel heat radiating off his ears; a symptom of the deep-seated shame he was experiencing. Although, Cassi did make one fatal miscalculation when it came to analyzing his countenance. It wasn't a mortifying dread he was feeling. It was a searing rage that lined his lungs with fire and brimstone every time Betsy Wetsy’s name was uttered. “No but I’m familiar,” he said blankly, concealing his spiteful feelings beneath the mask of a calm demeanor.

“Oh, is that so? So you’re less of a hands-on player and more of an admirer from afar. Fear not, Zeke. Here on the DiapOut sound stage, you can gawk at Betsy’s pretty pink dress and extra floofy diaper as much as you want. This is a judgment-free zone,” said Cassi, riling up her audience with her quippy one-liner. Signaling to Keelee off-stage with a subtle nod, it was time for the grand unveiling. “In fact, you’re gonna be doing more than just gawking. For your punishment, you are tasked with donning the diaper dolly’s blushy wardrobe for the rest of Round 3. With 10 points on the line in a close game, are you willing to accept your punishment?”

Zeke’s veins filled with molten magma as an Iris Nanny carted a 6ft tall Betsy Wetsy box on stage with the titular dolly placed neatly inside. Its short, frilly skirt was exactly as he remembered it, putting its double thick, cotton-stuffed pampers on prominent display. Tragically, the perpetual consternation he felt over his reunion with the diaper-clad doll did nothing to dissuade his cock from stiffening at the sight of the dress and the diaper that sparked his latent sexual awakening. Unable to reach down the front of his pamper to adjust his rock-hard member with some many people and cameras watching his every move, he did what he could to hide his disgraceful arousal by shifting into a semi-cross-legged stance.

“ZEKE!”

Screaming for her best friend at the top of her lungs, Kyoko didn’t care if her outburst disrupted the show. If anything, halting the production was precisely her goal. Several nearby camera operators took it upon themselves to swivel in her direction as she made her arduous plea, “I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking! Please…you don’t have to do this…”

Kyoko’s desperate words dissipated under the strain of Zeke’s unfeeling glare. He didn’t want her crappy, last-second apology, and he certainly didn’t want her bailing him out. If anything, her saying sorry only confirmed his suspicions about her and Cassi. No, she had taken his trust and tossed it aside like a used diaper over nothing more than a silly game. He wanted her to live with what happened here today. “I accept my punishment,” he said, his eyes never wavering from Kyoko’s position.

The excitable crowd was overjoyed, showering Zeke with fanfare thanks to his bold decision-making. There was no denying that Cassi had her finger on the pulse of her audience. She knew exactly what they craved and was more than happy to cater to them by any means necessary. And what they craved was real, genuine humiliation; not some over-produced, television-manufactured version of it. “Excellent!” she said, lowering her hand to the midpoint of Zeke’s back and pushing him toward the doll-wielding nannybot. “I’m sure you remember Iris from that yummy feeding you had back in Round 2. All you have to do is walk up to her and say, ‘Iris, dress me up like Betsy Wetsy,’ and Iris will see to it that you are properly dolled up.”

Staring up and down at the imposing Iris Nany and the Betsy Wetsy box in its arms, Zeke’s stony expression faltered ever so slightly as all at once, the weight of what he was about to do set in. This wasn’t merely a recreation of what happened at his sister’s birthday all those years ago. That was a private affair that only a dozen or so people were privy to. What happened here today would soon be broadcast all over the world for millions to laugh at. Clips of his exploits would be plastered across the internet before the first episode could finish its initial airing, ensuring immortality for his tenure as a dress-up dolly. Could he really go through with this and relive the most traumatic moment of his life in such a public setting? “Iris…d-dress…” he stuttered, his voice giving out before he could finish his command. Balling his fists so tightly that each of his knuckles cracked, he closed his eyes and let the world around him cease to exist, “...dress me up like Betsy Wetsy…”

Tilting its head down at Zeke, the Iris Nannybot flashed him a deceptively kind smile. “Hello, Zeke. It’s time to play!” she said, opening Betsy Wetsy’s box and carefully removing the doll so as not to crease her perfectly pressed dress. Sprouting two additional arms at her hips, the robotic caregiver began undressing the doll and Zeke simultaneously. “Arms up, cutie. You won’t be needing that boring, boy shirt any longer.”

“Hey, now! No need to knock the DiapOut shirts! We had those custom-made,” commented Cassi, adding to the large swaths of laughter that kicked off the second Zeke’s brown top hit the floor.

Wrapping his arms around his chest, the diaper Zeke had strapped to his hips wasn’t anywhere near enough to shield him from the bitter cold of the studio space. Unfortunately, from an onlooker's perspective, his attempt at staying warm left him looking like a reserved Little too bashful to show off his bare chest. This, unsurprisingly, led to an avalanche of coos and chuckles from Cassi’s peanut gallery, who eagerly ate up his bashful performance.

In a twist of irony, Zeke found himself slightly relieved as Iris hoisted his arms up again before feeding the fingers through the bottom hem of the skirt; so long as he had something to cover himself with. Unlike his trip through the bowels of the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory, the Iris Nanny was far more gentle than the gloved hands that had previously dressed him, letting the lacy garment slide down his figure at a methodical pace until the poofy sleeves reached his shoulders; a perfect fit.

“There we go! Looking like a pretty pretty princess already!” said Iris, fussing over Zeke as she smoothed out the wrinkles in his outfit. Moving the fake diapers into position for the next step, the nanny bot paused as she looped a finger around the waistband of Zeke’s diaper. “Hmmm…my sensors indicate that your diaper has been slightly used…”

In reality, the most Zeke had let out since Round 2 was some droplets of pre-cum during his ride in the CrissBaby Walker Pro. Sadly, this key fact went completely unacknowledged by the audience, who dialed up their hee-hawing to maximum volume.

Uninfluenced by the onslaught of chortling voices, Iris was quick to decide on what she felt was the best course of action to handle this situation. “...oh well, I guess we’ll just have to layer Betsy’s padding on top,” she said, plunging the studio further into a bottomless pool of chaotic cackling. True to her word, the artificially intelligent machine instantly got busy inching the pair of pillowy diapers up Zeke's legs, forcing his thighs apart to accommodate the sheer quantity of bulky padding.

“Oh my! I think somebody’s enjoyed his prissy transformation!” called out Cassi, drawing attention to the exposed lump that was sharply pressing against Zeke’s innermost diaper layer seconds before Iris shifted the first faux nappy into place.

Sure enough, Zeke’s horniness had only grown more prevalent, expanding his erection to its fullest potential. A deep, violet-red hue overtook the entirety of his complexion, breaking from the callous expression he had hidden behind since the start of his punishment. He did his best to regain his poker face but there was only so much he could do as fluffy padding continued to swarm his protruding pecker.

Mercifully, as soon as the third diaper was fitted to Zeke’s pelvis, the remainder of the process went by relatively fast. There wasn’t any glue to hold the wig in place like last time with Iris electing to simply drape the stands of long, blonde hair overtop his dirty blonde roots. The stockings, meanwhile, certainly made holding his composure difficult as their smooth texture teased his weary senses. Thankfully, Iris already had the stockings bunched up in such a way that they were rolled onto his legs with ease, allowing her to finish off his ensemble by slipping Betsy Wetsy’s trademarked high heels into place.

Other than the makeup, which had been cut from the punishment for the sake of runtime, Zeke had once again become the embodiment of a living doll for the second time in his young life. The dress, the diapers, the laughter; it all reeked of that fateful day at the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory. However, the reaction his new attire garnered greatly diverged from the endless giggling at the hands of Kelly and her cruel friends as their humorous response gave way to rapturous applause.

One by one, the members of the audience rose from their seats to give Zeke a standing ovation, giving him the chance to finally come to terms with the trauma that had plagued him for years; albeit in the strangest way possible. What should’ve had him quivering in a place like a scared puppy had been completely flipped on his head, filling him with a bizarre sense of empowerment. Permitting a soft, open-hearted smile to creep across his face, he soaked in the positive vibes the audience was sending his way. He gingerly waved to them before grabbing the ridge of his skirt and presenting his adoring fans with a clumsy, yet earnest curtsy.

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DiapOut: Chapter 37

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“Help! Keelee! We have a problem!” shouted Cade, wearing Rupert’s arm around his shoulder alongside Zeke to keep his ailing friend upright. The trio quickly rushed up to their production liaison in desperate need of aid.

It was mere minutes before the cast was supposed to be called up for the start of Round 3. Sadly, it appeared the entire studio was in on some big conspiracy to keep Keelee from running the show on time. “Oh, for Goddess's sake! What's wrong now?!” she said, already stuck dealing with the shoehorning in Cassi’s latest and greatest idea to ramp up excitement: experimental hypnotics. Now, she had to deal with a sick and incapacitated player, the result of which was likely to decimate their shooting schedule.

“W-We don’t know. He was clutching his stomach and groaning. That’s all we know,” stuttered Zeke, helping to sit Rupert down in an empty chair. Threading his fingers behind his head, he backed away anxiously as Keelee and a small medical staff rushed to examine his friend.

“...No, it’s no issue. What’s the title of the new punishment? Betsy Wetsy Wants to Play? Alright, we’ll get it swapped in.”

Suddenly, Zeke’s head whipped to the right as his ear caught wind of something that instantly turned his blood to ice. He wagged his head vehemently, feeling as though he must’ve been hearing things. Making sure no one was watching him, he slowly tiptoed toward the nearby curtain and peeked through to see DiapOut’s director, Jackson, standing over the shoulder of his chyron operator.

“...I swear to Goddess, if Cassi calls in with one more last-minute change, I’m gonna lose it,” said the frazzled director, speaking a tad too loudly for his own good. “Ughghgh–Okay! I’m good. Let’s get this over with. Add Betsy Wetsy Wants to Play to the punishment slate for Round 3. We can work it into the second rotation…”

“...Zeke?…Zeke!...ZEKE!”

Before Zeke could eavesdrop further, his arm was yanked backward by Cade. “Dude! The med staff is moving Rupert. C’mon!” he shouted, in disbelief that Zeke could zone out amid such a harrowing situation.

Following Cade like a zombie on auto-pilot, it was as if the world around Zeke had stopped existing the second he heard Jackson utter that cursed doll’s name. How on Earth could they possibly have known about that? The only ones who knew about the incident at the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory were his sister and her friends, his therapist, and…Kyoko. ‘No…she wouldn’t…’ he thought, unable to fathom the idea of his closest friend telling his deepest, darkest secret to a TV production crew for clout. She knew how traumatic that day was for him.

And yet, as Zeke looked back at Betsy Wetsy Wants to Play being added to a long list of titles, the fact that Kyoko had been missing for half an hour began to eat away at the trust he felt for his dearest companion.

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“AHAHAHAHA!!!”

The audience’s laughter had never sounded louder to Zeke as he watched the conclusion of Lelaya’s challenge from his spot on the board. Despite this, it was his pulse that pressurized his ears, thumping wildly in correlation with the wretched organ hiding within his chest. It didn’t matter how many times he told himself this was all paranoia. He wouldn’t be able to relax until his second turn had come and gone.

Speaking of second turns, Lelaya’s had gotten completely off the rails ever since selecting Mia and Misa to participate. “W-Will you two hold still?!” shouted Keelee, her face red with frustration as she struggled to tape the two-person diaper around Mia and Misa’s collective waists with the aid of two utterly useless production assistants. To her dismay, the 10 gallons of water in Mia’s diaper refused to cooperate. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Misa kept trying to wander off, too hypnotized to stay on task. Tacking on that they were already an hour behind schedule, it was no wonder why DiapOut’s beleaguered production manager was about to have a complete meltdown.

*RIIIIIIIIIIIP!”

“OH, FUCK OFF!” yelled Keelee at the top of her lungs as the overly-complicated, two-person diaper was tragically transformed into two tattered, one-person diapers. In a moment of pure vexation, she shoved her forearm into her mouth and bit down hard before letting out a muffled scream.

Tapping her foot impatiently, Cassi wanted to lambast the production team for their incompetence. However, given Keelee’s exasperated demeanor, she figured it was better to hold her comments until after the show. “Soooo, should we take a five?” she asked, digging a finger in between her foot and the sole of her high heel to alleviate her sore tootsie.

“If we take a five, am I allowed to sit?” asked Mia, her legs shaking harder than the beads inside a baby’s rattle.

A small line of slobber escaped Keelee’s mouth as she promptly unclenched her teeth from her arm. “No and no!” she said, ready for the gears of this show to stop grinding. Glancing at her PAs with a cold hand of death in her eyes, she snapped her fingers and pointed off stage. “What are you waiting for?! Go get another diaper!” With the two production aids taking off sprinting like a pair of skittish deer, it was time for her to get this show running again like a well-oiled machine. “Okay, okay! We are…going to move on. Mia, Misa, you two will stand behind Lelaya and Ayaya for wide shots and we’ll double back after Zeke’s turn.”

“Wait, so…we have to walk back and forth again?” whined Mia, her vision zooming in and out as she gazed back at the teammates, who were halfway across the studio.

Annoyed and vindictive, Keelee wanted to make sure that the next time she diapered Mia and Misa together, there wouldn’t be a 15-pound diaper in the way. “Oh, it’s MUCH worse than that. You see, you’ll have to go back and forth, and then immediately back and forth again since it’ll be your turn after Zeke’s. I’ll bet your thighs are just BURNING with anticipation,” she taunted, hammering the final nails in Mia’s watery grave.

*THWUMP!*

Obnoxious sloshing noises filled the studio space as Mia collapsed backward on her spongy padding. It all happened so fast that she had barely taken the time to register in her brain that her legs were giving out. “W-Wuh?” she muttered in a half-dazed state whilst helplessly pawing at her distended diaper.

“Hehehe! Mia go SQUISH!” cheered Misa, dropping to her knees and crawling toward her prone friend. Giggles exploded out of her as she slapped at the base of the sodden nappy, causing it to jiggle like a lump of jello. A barrage of cooing “awws” erupted throughout the once-cackling crowd.

Immediately joining her besties on the stage floor, Lelaya squealed as she threw her arms around Mia and Misa. “Eeeeeeee! You two are being so cute! I knew I made the right choice,” she said, feeling vindicated as she nuzzled both her friends back and forth.

Meanwhile, Cassi eyed up which camera had the best shot of Mia’s fall before jumping in with her color commentary. “Oh no! Our Baby New Year has taken quite the tumble! Good thing her pals, Misa and Lelaya, are here to give plenty of comfort cuddles. That means the Wetters just lost 10 points, and at such a crucial time! Can they hold onto their lead or will the Messers take advantage of their folly? Stay tuned! You’re watching DiapOut!” she said before smugly looking off-camera at Keelee. “And, there’s your bumper. You’re welcome.”

Despite how much Keelee hated Cassi’s snide attitude, having a place to cut to commercial amid the chaos was a big boon for the production as a whole. Clapping her hands together to get Round 3 back on its feet, she wasn’t about to say thank you, no matter how thankful she was. “Well, let’s not start humping each other’s diapers just yet. We’ve still got a show to do. Let’s get Mia into a new diaper while we set up for Zeke’s roll,” she announced, bending the studio to her will as dozens of moving parts shifted around simultaneously. Unfortunately, the only piece of the puzzle that wasn’t moving was perhaps the most central of all. “Zeke?”

“Yo, you good dude?” asked Cade, laughing nervously while waving a hand in front of Zeke’s eyes.

Snapping to attention, Zeke could sense that everyone’s focus was squarely on him. The moment he’d been dreading was finally here. “Yeah…yeah, I’m good,” he lied, his eyes locked on Kyoko and her porcelain prison as he spoke. She stared back at him with a pensive smile, though it was hard to tell if she was pensive from the score or a guilty conscience. For his sake, he prayed for the former.

Cameras danced around Zeke as he waddled way over to the raised platform where CassiRole and the fateful dice block were waiting for him. He hadn’t gotten to be up close and personal with her since bolting from her dressing room. Part of him wanted to apologize for what happened but the other, larger part was far too intimidated to bring up such an embarrassing interaction.

Cassi, on the other hand, was more than happy to rehash Zeke’s unceremonious exit. “Try not to scurry off too hastily this time,” she said, winking at the timid boy moments before Keelee counted her back in. It was time to elevate this show to new heights. “Hiya kiddos! Welcome back to DiapOut! Round 3 is neck-and-neck, and it’s anyone’s game! Before the break, we saw the Wetters hoist yet another punishment upon themselves as Mia finally succumbed to the weight of her waterlogged diapee. Now, we’re back again with Zeke. Can he make up for his past failures and take back the lead for his team? Let’s find out…right now!”

Hugging the oversized dice block to his chest, Zeke knew the score. All he needed to do was avoid rolling a 2 and all his panicking would be for nothing. Sweat clung to his fingertips as he pushed the six-sided cube away from his torso, sending it clattering across the floor. He didn’t dare blink as the block skittered to a stop; the two black dots on its top side glaring into Zeke’s soul like a demon’s eyes

As Cassi has so eloquently put it earlier in the round, it was punishment time. “My goodness! These Messers sure are gluttons for punishment! Let’s go to the board to see what titillating punishment awaits our little troublemaker, Zeke!” she said, eccentrically posing as she gestured to the spinning wheel on the overhead monitor.

All eyes lingered on the big screen as the digital wheel went round and round; all except for Zeke, who didn’t need to look. Standing on stage with his eyes closed and his head lowered, he knew there was no fighting it. This game had been rigged from the start.

Betsy Wetsy Wants to Play.

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DiapOut: Chapter 29

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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“Now, I know what you all are thinking! Round Two was so blushy that it seems almost impossible to think we could outdo ourselves!” shouted Cassi, pacing back and forth across her platform until coming to a full stop on her mark and turning to the camera, “Well, don’t worry, ladies and gentlebabs, because we think we’ve done just that! Once again, I’m your ultra-loveable host, CassiRole, and you’re watching DiapOut! The only show on TV made by diaper dorks for diaper dorks!”

The crowd roared as lights surrounded the players in a very dramatic fashion. For the audience, it was a spectacle unlike any other. But for the contestants, it was as close to staring into the sun as they could get. “Geez, turn down high beams,” joked Cade, placing a hand over his eyes until they were able to adjust to the environmental brightness.

“Speaking of high beams, how’ve you been holding up, Cade?” asked Kyoko, checking in on the status of her teammate as casually as possible after watching Rupert’s collapse. While Cade continued to insinuate that there was nothing to worry about on the subject of any cannabinoid withdrawal effects, she was a lot less convinced. She also was doing her best to course-correct whatever may have caused half of her team to pick her as the one who needed an attitude adjustment.

Thankfully, Cade was a lot more reassuring than he normally was. “I’m good, really. Firing on all cylinders over here!” he said, raising his arms and flexing his string-bean muscles. He may have enjoyed being high more often than not, but no one could sober up from a weed induced-stupor like he could.

“Shhhhhhhh!” said Keelee from the sidelines, holding a finger to her lips as she stared down Kyoko and Cade before gesturing to Cassi, who was still in the midst of her Round Three opening address. She quickly turned her attention back on Cassi, waiting for her verbal cue to bring up the rest of the studio lights.

“I’m sure you all can remember even a fraction of the simpler time that was your youth. A time when you had all the time in the world. Maybe you played kickball or dress-up for your favorite activity. But not me. As a shy, prepubescent CassiRole, my favorite thing to do was to dive into the gaming closet and pull out one of the dozens of board games. Be it Monopoly, Life, Chess, or Checkers, your girl was a force to be rivaled with. But perhaps no game filled me with more glee than the simplicity of Candy Land,” said Cassi, the audience clinging to every word of her rambling monologue like the suckers they were. Perhaps it was the deep-seated rage over the way Keelee barked at her, but there was a sort of aggressiveness to her speech that made her twice as engaging to watch, “Contestants! Ladies and gentlebabs! Welcome to Round Three!”

A series of awestruck gasps broke out as a cascade of lights powered on to illuminate the entire studio space, inviting the crowd, the players, and those watching at home into the jewel-toned world of a children’s board game. However, unlike Candy Land, the board wasn’t decorated with candy paraphilia. Instead, the candy-theming had been replaced by what could only be described as a dream nursery aesthetic. Gone were the likes of the Peanut Acres and that dastardly Lord Licorice, replaced by far more ABDL-appropriate locations and characters, such as Mount Thumb Sucker, Baby Food Brook, and some mischievous-looking dude in a massive diaper with the nameplate, Baron Von Blushy. A single, multicolored path snaked through the various sections of the board, leading up to the finish line, which was marked by a large, Cassi Land sign written in the same font as the classic children’s game.

“Don’t be fooled by appearances! Cassi Land is nowhere near as simple as the board game it's based on. One at a time, each player will roll their dice and move their entire team forward. If your team lands on an event or punishment square, the person who rolled will have to complete whatever task is at hand or suffer a loss in points. The players will then rotate, allowing for the next teammate in line to take the next roll,” stated Cassi as the feed cut away to a graphic package, giving the at-home viewers a chance to explore the board before the game begins, “Whichever team crosses the finish line first will win a whopping 40 points. But don’t rush to the end too quickly! Successfully completed events and punishments will come with their own point totals depending on complexity. And with the points as neck and neck as they are, you’ll want to rack up as many points as you possibly can!”

If the audience was rambunctious before, they were falling out of their seats to heap praise on CassiRole and the design team for Round Three. Even Misa, who was already dreading whatever sadistic punishments were waiting for them on the board, had to admit this was the coolest set she’d ever seen. Having thoroughly enjoyed Candy Land growing up, she was a self-described master of the game, despite the fact that it was purely a luck game. As uniquely exhilarating as it was to be standing within a life-sized board game, she couldn’t let any of it show, choosing to scowl as hard as she could as if her feigned disapproval made her participation any less embarrassing.

Lelaya, on the other hand, did not share in Misa’s need to downplay her enthusiasm. “O! M! G! This is, like, extra, triple-double amazeballs!!!” she shouted as she began jumping up and down on her tippy toes, unable to contain the excitement that was bursting out of her, “Oooh! Look over there! I think that’s-”

“Shhhh! Calm down, girl. We’ll be playing soon enough,” said Ayaya, placing her hands on Lelaya’s shoulders from behind in an attempt to simmer her eagerness. Looking around at her teammates as she continued to hold Lelaya steady, it finally hit her, “Okay, seriously, when the fuck did I become the team’s babysitter?!”

With a microphone in hand, Cassi joined the contestants on their starting mats, ready to kick this game into motion. “Lelaya, Cade, please join me over here,” she said, prompting the pair to step away from the rest of their team, “As you recall, you two have the important job of being your team captains. So, as your first official task, you will now select the order that your team will roll in. Lelaya, we’ll start with you.” She held the mic forward for Lelaya to speak into.

Wearing a stupid smile on her face, it wasn’t even a full two seconds before the power she was granted went straight to her head. Tapping her chin playfully, she examined her teammates indecisively. “Well, obviously, I’m going first! After thaaaaaaat…hmmm…”

Standing behind both Mia and Misa, Ayaya was quick to gesture to the two people in front of her, pointing to Mia while holding up two fingers before shifting to Misa and holding up three. A few chuckles were squeezed out of the audience as a few of its members caught sight of Lelaya’s back-seat captain.

“...hehe, I was thinking the same thing!” said Lelaya, pretending as though she wasn’t being heavily influenced, “Mia will go next, then Misa, then Ayaya.”

“Excellent deliberation skill! You picked that order fast! One can only wonder where your inspiration comes from,” said Cassi with a hint of sarcasm tucked into her voice. She did her best to withhold her laughter over Lelaya’s adorable Littleness as she shifted the mic to Cade, “Alright Cade, you’ve had extra time so I expect you to be ready.”

Nodding his head, Cade spoke into the mic, “I am. Since Rupert’s hanging in there with some stomach issues, I’ll have him go last. And sorry guys, I don’t wanna throw myself onto punishments if I can help it, so I’ll go second to last.”

“That leaves Kyoko and Zeke,” said Cassi, pulling the microphone back to her mouth briefly as she narrated Cade’s decision-making.

Looking back and forth between his President and Vice President, Cade was racking his brain to come up with any justification to have one go before the other. Both were equally capable, so that wasn’t as much of an issue. Thinking back to how he previously voted, he finally came to a clear decision. “Kyoko, since I voted for you early on that attitude adjustment, you can go second. Sorry, Zeke,” he said, his gaze falling to the floor.

Sighing, Zeke had a feeling that he would be rolling first for his team. Shrugging his shoulders, he did everything in his power to take the pressure off of Cade. “It’s fine by me. The Biggest among us should go first, after all, right?” he said cheekily, earning chuckles from both his teammates and the crowd.

“Perfect! Go ahead and return to your teams,” said Cassi, dismissing Cade and Lelaya back to their starting mats, “Next, I need Ayaya and Kyoko to join me, if you’d both be so kind!

Eying each other up as they approached Cassi, Kyoko was taken aback by how much Ayaya was mad-dogging her. Yeah, they were opponents in this game but she had nothing personal against this girl or anyone on the enemy team.

However, what Kyoko thought was Ayaya displaying her animosity towards her was actually the result of her being caught in the crosshairs of Ayaya and Keelee, who were busy glaring at each other. Their reasoning was pretty straightforward. Keelee knew Ayaya was up to something, and Ayaya, who was indeed up to something, despised Keelee for refusing to get off her back. It was only a matter of time before such a volatile pair inevitably butted heads.

“Ooh! I’m sensing some tension!” remarked Cassi, never passing up a moment to squeeze as much drama out of her cast as possible. Spotting Ayaya’s heated expression, she approached her first with the mic, “Any words for your rivals before we kick off Round Three?”

In an instant, Ayaya’s attitude shifted as she remembered the cameras that were all around her. She’d let Keelee get the better of her and needed to recover without painting herself as a villain in the eyes of the audience. Taking a deep breath in through her nose, she softened her expression into a cheeky smirk, “Just try not to mess yourselves too bad out there when we spank you in front of all these people,” she said, riling up the crowd with her schoolyard taunts.

“In your dreams,” responded Kyoko, her competitive nature getting the better of her as she spoke without the microphone in front of her.

“CUT!” shouted Jackson from the side of the stage, “You need to wait for Cassi to approach you. And you’re supposed to be lisping, remember?”

Groaning, Kyoko bonked herself on the forehead with her palm, having momentarily forgotten about her new acting gig. Scrunching up her face, she was less-than-pleased with the idea that whatever comeback she said needed to be vocalized with a hypnotically-induced lisp. Gritting her teeth, she waited for Cassi to cross over to her with the mic, dreading the embarrassment that was coming her way.

“Some tough words! Any response, Kyoko?” said Cassi, utilizing every ounce of media training she had to keep from giggling at what was to come.

Looking Ayaya dead in the eyes, Kyoko decided to keep it simple, knowing anything more would amplify her faux impediment. “Bwing it on, mushy tush,” she said, her cheeks burning as the audience chuckled and cooed at her “babified” voice. To her credit, she did manage to get Ayaya to blush as well by reminding her of her hypermessing from Round Two.

“Love the energy! You both are gonna need that as we move into Round Three,” said Cassi as she handed out two small medallions with binkies engraved on them, one to Kyoko and one to Ayaya, “You’re also gonna want this! That medallion allows you to veto any one punishment or event and can be used for anyone on your team. Since your teams trust you both so much, I’m sure you’ll make the right decisions.

Dismissing Ayaya and Kyoko back to their respective mats, Cassi rotated 180 degrees and faced the camera that had been positioned directly behind her. As she posed between the two teams, she wondered if she was almost more excited to see Round Three play out than any member of her adoring audience. “The board has been set! Let the games begin!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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DiapOut: Chapter 27

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*CLANK!*

With her wrist being locked into place by Keelee, Misa was starting to regret letting her big mouth talk her into volunteering to go first. The only solace she found was in the fluffy sofa chair she was reclined in, which felt a bit like sitting in one of those mall massage chairs only much softer.

“Lean your head back,” instructed Keelee, placing her hand on the top of Misa’s scalp to hold her in place as she guided her to sit back. She then took a leather strap and wrapped it around Misa’s forehead before locking it into place, preventing Misa from looking any other way but forward.

Staring straight ahead, all Misa could see was the wide monitor displaying a blank screen that stretched all the way across her range of sight. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was probably going to happen. “So what? Is this the part where you hypnotize me into becoming as horny for diapers as Lelaya?” she scoffed in defiance, straining her peripheral vision to address her gracious host. In reality, she was terrified by what was going to happen next, and her defiance was more or less a defense mechanism to keep her from crying out to be released.

“Hmmm…not quite. Don’t worry, someone as strong-willed and bullheaded as you are will have no problem resisting,” said Cassi, encouraging the audience to laugh at Misa’s expense as if they were watching a carnivore play with its food. Turning to face her adoring crowd, she decided now was as good a time as any to explain what was on the horizon for Misa, as well as Mia and Kyoko. It wasn’t like Misa was going anywhere at this point anyway, “We’ve got a special treat for you today! What you are about to witness is the culmination of years of research into psychology and hypnotics. The method we are about to display was developed by the CrissBaby Diaper Company and has resulted in a 100% success rate throughout the trial phases. And Misa, here, is about to become its first demonstrator.”

The studio erupted with excitement over Cassi’s announcement. A form of hypnotism that had a 100% success rate? Such a feat was unheard of, feeling far closer to the realm of science fiction than science fact. Unfortunately, not everyone was as enthused as the live-studio audience. Namely, the majority of the eight contestants play on both teams, regardless if they were in line to be hypnotized or not.

Gritting his teeth, Zeke cursed himself for going with the honest answer over the smartest one. The last person on their team who needed their mind weakened right now was their fearless leader, even if she wasn’t being the most tactful with how she went about leading her team. Sadly, all he could do now was watch from the sidelines, too nervous to even glance in Kyoko’s direction, let alone look her in the eye.

Perhaps the only person more nervous than Zeke was Ayaya, who hadn’t exactly intended for two of her teammates to receive hypnosis punishment. This was the thing Jackson had primarily warned her about for a reason. Not only was the hypnosis file that her friends were about to be exposed to incredibly potent, but it was also highly experimental and could have lasting effects on whoever sees it.

Ayaya’s concerns were not, however, shared by her diaper-loving teammate, Lelaya, who had only one thing on her mind. “C’mon! Pleeeeeeeease, let me trade places with Misa! I’m super in need of an attitude adjustment!” she shouted at some hapless PA like a child throwing a tantrum over not being picked to participate. After being told no for the eighteenth time, she finally relented, though she wasn’t happy about it as was evident from her crossed arms and pouty lip.

While it was obvious that Lelaya’s campaign to take Mia and/or Misa’s place was doomed from the start, it didn’t stop Misa from praying that the diaper fashionista would be able to swap places with her. “I-It’s not permanent, right?” she stuttered, looking to Cassi, and then to Keelee with worried eyes. And while neither answered her directly, their respective looks of cruelty and pity told her everything she needed to know. She pulled against the cuffs around her wrists, testing to see if she could escape on her own if need be. Tragically, her restraints lived up to their name.

“Alright, ladies and germs, let’s get this show on the road!” announced Cassi, pulling a pair of goggles with black, reflective lenses and placing them over her eyes.

Immediately after Cassi’s new eyewear was in place, a team of PAs, led by Keelee, rushed through the audience carrying totes filled with the same kind of goggles. “Okay everyone, for your own safety, please keep your goggles until after the hypnotics are over…unless, of course, you’d like to share in Misa’s punishment,” announced Keelee through her bullhorn. As the audience put on their goggles, the other seven contestants, as well as any crewmembers out on the studio floor, were also given their own protective eyewear.

Returning to where Cassi and the stand-by contestants were waiting, Keelee handed off a remote with a big red button in the center to Cassi. “Probably pretty self-explanatory but the button turns the hypnotics on and off. There’s also a dial on the side to control its intensity but you shouldn’t have to mess with that,” she said, knowing from the rotten look in Cassi’s eye that she would definitely be testing the limits of her new toy.

Hovering her pointer finger over the big red button like she’d seen countless mad scientists do in cartoons, Cassi let out a maniacal giggle, too excited to contain herself. “Well Misa, say goodbye to all those nasty big girl thoughts!” she exclaimed, mashing her finger down on the button.

“W-wait, isn’t there gonna be a countdown or s-sooommethiiiiing…” shouted Misa, her ability to speak plummeting as her eyes became locked on the purple and pink spiral that was spinning in place on the big screen. She wasn’t to look away; to close her eyes and wait for everything to be over as if it were some grand nightmare. However, she found that her body no longer wanted to listen to what she thought, choosing instead to stare with unwavering eyes at the swirling vortex of regression.

Swiveling her head between Misa and the spiraling screen, butterflies were beginning to eat away at Mia’s tummy. Part of her wished she could gain some satisfaction in seeing Misa stuck in a hypnotized state but that part of her was overshadowed by the guilt of seeing the person who was supposed to be her best friend in the world being subjected to a mind-altering video, not to mention the fact that her turn in the hot seat would be coming up shortly.

Similarly conflicted, Kyoko wished that she could let go and just indulge in what was about to happen to her. Diapers weren’t her only fetish as the kinky lesbian was prone to having fantasies about having her adult mind wiped clean. Even now, she could feel her lower lips growing moist over the prospect of turning into a drooling baby that needed to be cared for and coddled at all times. However, her enjoyment over what should’ve been one of the highlights of this entire experience was somewhat hindered by the fact that she was selected by her own teammates for an “attitude adjustment,” indicating that she was in a behavioral correction. If it was just Cade, she could brush it off as him not really knowing who to choose. Zeke, on the other hand, was a much different story. Even now, anytime she tried to look his way, he’d turn away from her instantly, causing her to wonder if and how she could’ve wronged him. There’s no way he knew that she blabbed about his dolly transformation to Cassi so it had to be something else…right?

“She seems to be handling level one just fine,” said Cassi, circling around Misa as she addressed the audience. She snapped her fingers next to Misa’s head, impressing everyone as Misa didn’t even so much as flinch at the abrasive sound. Placing the remote’s power dial between her fingers, she greedily twisted it forward, “Let’s bump things up and see what this baby can really do, pun intended.”

“Oohhhh!” moaned Misa, her jaw going slack and her body beginning to shake as her brain was forced to process so much input all at once. A few chuckles echoed from the audience as the increase in intensity caused her diaper to start swelling with an easily discernible yellow hue. All the while, the adult side of her brain continued to fight back futilely, unaware that her resistance only made the hypnosis stronger.

Biting her lip, Cassi’s gluttony for punishment was on full display. She didn’t have anything personally against Misa. It could’ve been anyone in that seat. To her, the contestants on her show might as well have been toys, made for the sole purpose of entertainment only to be discarded when she became bored with them. “I think we’ve officially laid siege to her continence. Let’s see if we can push her a little further,” she said, fiddling with the dial a second time.

*ZAP!*

“Eeeeek!” shouted Cassi, her hand recoiling as the remote sent a sharp shock coursing through her arm. This resulted in her dropping the remote, causing it to shatter against the cold, cement floor, “Uh oh.”

As pieces of the remote scattered across the floor, the spiral on the screen slowly began to increase in speed. This caused Misa’s body to convulse as the intensity of the hypnosis was too much for the unprepared mind to take in. Her body pulled against her arm and head restraints as she shook wildly.

“SHUT IT DOWN NOW!” screamed Keelee, her panicked voice echoing loudly through her megaphone. Crewmembers were sent running off in various directions as the bright screen started to flicker, creating a strobe effect in the dark room.

Standing on the sidelines in terror, Mia watched on as her bestie was subjected to some of the most powerful hypnotics known to man. “M-Misa!” she yelled, her body moving on its own as she sprinted to her friend’s aid. Wrapping her arms around Misa’s head, she used her forearm to cover Misa’s eyes, shielding her from any more damage.

*SHATTER!*

Several of the overhead lights suddenly blew out as the circuit breaker finally cut off power to the studio, plunging the large space into complete darkness. Clicking on her flashlight, Keelee sighed as she looked around, counting her blessings that no one appeared to be hurt. With all eyes falling on her as the only source of light in the room, she cleared her throat before lifting her bullhorn to her mouth again, “Uh…p-please remain seated while we get everything back online. We appreciate your patience.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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DiapOut: Chapter 34

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“Well, this is a clusterfuck,” said Jackson, pressing his thumb and forefinger to his temples, “Do we even have an angle to do a reliable photo finish with? Because if we don’t, this is going to suck to reshoot.”

Sitting in front of her multi-monitor display, Keelee watched closely at the different angles they had, trying to see who touched the ground first between Misa and Zeke. Meanwhile, the show had to keep rolling, meaning that she was forced to rely on her assistant to call the show for Cade’s turn while she was stuck sifting through footage. Making matters worse for her was Jackson, who wouldn’t stop pacing and ranting to her. “Okay, you’re gonna have to calm down dude. The show is running just fine. Worst case scenario, we’ll just say Misa won. We need the Wetters to make up those points anyway since Mia dumbly decided to take that water challenge on herself,” she said, hoping that the mostly smooth sailing round would put Jackson’s mind at ease.

“I know, right? There’s no way she makes it back to her turn. It’s like she doesn’t even want to win,” scoffed Jackson, finding a new target to let out his anxiety on, “And don’t even get me started on if Misa actually wants to win or not. I swear, Cassi picked these four just to make my life hell.”

Nodding passively as Jackson droned on, Keelee wanted nothing more than for Jackson to leave her alone to do her job. She wasn’t about to just say that outright, though. She instead pivoted the conversation, “Listen, why don’t you head back out onto the floor? I can wrap everything up here. Besides, they’re gonna need you after Cade’s punishment anyway.”

“Sounds good. It’s too fucking hot back here anyway,” said Jackson, remarking on the toasty conditions of their confined showrunner space, “Speaking of Cade’s punishment, did you know Cassi had me switch out the lisping jelly we put on his paci gag? The girl is such a control freak.”

Knowing why the jellies were switched, Keelee kept her mouth shut. It wasn’t like she wanted to steal edibles from Cade’s bag, melt them down, and then mix them in with the lisping jelly. She silently cursed Cassi in her head for convincing her to do it for the sake of the show, deciding mentally that the next time Cassi wants her dirty work done, she can do it herself.

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A Dummy for a Dummy.

Rubbing his hands together, Cade couldn’t help but feel excited that it was his turn. Sure, he’d landed on a punishment square but he had to admit that he was a tad jealous at all the fun-looking mini-games the other players got to participate in.

“Uh oh! Looks like we’ve got ourselves a Little who’s in desperate need of their paci! Nanny Iris!” shouted Cassi, snapping her fingers and summoning another Iris bot, who brought with them a large-bulbed pacifier covered in a thick, clear substance, “Perfect! One pacifier coated in CrissBaby Lisping Jelly. Thank you, Iris.” She took the binky from the Iris bot and walked up to Cade, grinning sweetly.

Smiling back at Cassi, Cade couldn’t help but be a tad smitten by her beauty. He puffed out his chest a little, shooting a coy look Cassi’s way. “So what? I have to suck a pacifier until my next turn or-MMMF!” he said, his words cut off by Cassi as she suddenly shoved the binky bulb in between his lips. He instantly began lapping up the jelly, surprised by how delightful the flavor is. It tasted familiar for some reason but he couldn’t put his finger on why.

“You’re going to suck on this binky until the end of the game, sweet cheeks, so get used to it,” said Cassi, booping her finger against the pacifier playfully, “Now, what do we say when someone gives you a present?”

With his eyes darting toward the floor and blush building in his cheeks, Cade bashfully responded, “Fankoos CassiWowle,” unable to tell if the lisping jelly has already started working or if it was just the pacifier causing him to sound garbled.

“Good boy,” said Cassi, patting Cade on the head before ushering him back to the set. She waited for him to reach the rest of his group before calling on the next contestant, “Okay, Ayaya! It’s your time to shine! We’re all on the edge of our seats to see how you follow up your jaw-dropping performance in Round Two!”

Playfully tossing the dice block up and down in her hand, if anyone wasn’t afraid to roll in this game, it was Cassi. Having the ability to veto any challenge or punishment she came across was just about the most unfair thing they could let her do. Not that she was complaining, though. She let the lone die fall to the floor, putting little effort into her toss as she stepped back, observing the middling three she had rolled with slight disappointment. That disappointment quickly petered off as she spotted a blue space three away from her current position, meaning that she’d lucked into a Play-It or Pass-It Challenge that she wouldn’t even have to veto to get out of.

Crossing over Baby Food Brook on a bridge made of diaper stuffers, Ayaya and her team exited The Soiled Swamp and entered the next territory of CassiLand, marked by a sign that read Baron Von Blushy’s Diaper Canyon. The area was filled with rows and rows of stacked diapers scattered all around, some of which were taller than the players. Coming to a stop on a blue space, Ayaya looked around, feigning a look of joyous wonderment for the audience. She counted to five in her head before deciding she’d taken in the scenery long enough to be believable. “Welp, I’d better not keep my host waiting,” she said with an overtly bubbly tone as she turned to make her way toward Cassi’s platform.

“Cut!” yelled Keelee, entering the set with her bullhorn pressed to her lips and causing everyone in the studio to fall silent. Jumping up onto Cassi’s platform, she wasted no time cutting to the chase, “After reviewing the footage, it appears Zeke’s foot touched the ground just before Misa’s knee did. Therefore, the 15 points are awarded to the Wetters. Misa, come over here and get your title belt. You’ll need to wear it for the rest of the Round.”

Misa, Ayaya, and Lelaya all jumped for joy after learning of Misa’s miraculous victory. The only one not bouncing up and down was Mia, whose waterlogged diaper kept her feet firmly planted. “I-I cans bewieve I dids it!” stuttered Misa, her heart fluttering as her praise shower continued. The group of friends surrounding her quickly pushed her in Keelee’s direction, excited to see her wearing such a large title belt on her short body.

“That’s nearly a 25-point lead! We’ve got this in the bag,” said Ayaya, patting Misa on the back for her big contribution, “I mean, at least as long as SOMEONE doesn’t end up costing us ten points.” All eyes fell on Mia, who instantly shrunk back thanks to Ayaya’s statement.

“Hey, now. Let’s keep those blamey fingers holstered, shall we?” said Lelaya, who was actively playing hard defense against any potential for infighting on her team. She wrapped an arm around Mia's shoulder, pulling her back toward the rest of the group before doing the same with Ayaya using her other arm, “See, we’re all one big, happy family.”

“Yo, big, happy family! Any chance you wanna send Ayaya over so we can continue the game?” shouted Keelee through her bullhorn, too exhausted after a long, long day to mask her annoyance. She finished tying Misa’s belt into place before sending the loopy girl back to her team.

Tossing Lelaya’s arm off of her, Ayaya strutted up to CassiRole, her footsteps echoing as she stepped confidently onto the raised platform to face off against her gracious host. Her eyes didn’t stay on Cassi for long though, her attention shifted to the audience as she posed toward them with her most flattering angle.

“Someone looks eager,” quipped Cassi, taking note of the far more energetic performance that Ayaya was putting on in comparison to the previous two rounds, “Does this mean you’re going to follow in Mia’s footsteps by electing to take on the Play-It or Pass-It Challenge yourself, or are you just feeling extra energized after the amount of relief you got from Round Two.” Her smile grew as she spotted the faintest amount of blush filling Ayaya’s cheeks.

Shifting in place, Ayaya was still uncertain how she personally felt about her big messing from Round Two but the one thing she was certain of was that she didn’t want to be made fun of for it, least of all by the likes of someone nearly as hot as she was. Pushing through her initial embarrassment, she flashed Cassi a defiant smile as she responded, “I’m mostly just honored to get to play in front of such an engaging audience. You all are really making this show something special for us,” Her statement earned a wealth of cooing from members of the seating gallery, something that caused Cassi’s performative smile to falter ever so slightly.

Not wanting to be one-upped in front of her own crowd, Cassi was quick to take advantage of the situation. “Well, no one has fans as enthusiastic as CassiRole fans, so I’d expect nothing less,” she said, bringing the audience firmly back to her corner as her statement garnered much applause, “You ready to find out what your challenge is?”

“Yessir!” said Ayaya, her voice mimicking Cassi’s trademark peppiness. Both she and Cassi continued to side-eye each other as the digital wheel spun on the big monitor before coming to a sudden halt.

Hop To It.

Much like every other challenge and punishment title, the title that appeared on-screen was needlessly cryptic. “Oooh! This’ll be certain to get your blood pumping! Iris Nanny! Your assistance is requested,” said Cassi, snapping her fingers yet again to summon an Iris bot, the one bringing with it a large, red rubber ball with a single handle attached to it, “I’m sure everyone is at least somewhat familiar with one of these. Your challenge is to bounce around on this red ball until your next turn to claim the ten-point prize that comes with it. Throughout this time, you cannot stop bouncing. Nor can you, at any point, stand up or fall off. So, Ayaya, the choice is yours. Play-It or Pass-It?

For Ayaya, this was no choice at all. She had no intention of looking ridiculous by bouncing around for the next eight turns. Not only that, but she now had the power to target Rupert, something her teammates had failed to do. However, she didn’t want to seem too intent on passing, knowing that she needed to appear as a good, little diaper lover if she wanted to keep her audience happy. “Hmmm…that’s tough because I do love to bounce…” she said, fighting through the cringiness of what she was saying, “...though, I think it would be wise not to put all the Play-It or Pass-It Challenges on our side, just in case the Messers get the chance to target us down the road. I’m going to pass my challenge to Rupert.”

Suddenly, all eyes fell on Rupert, who had been doing a solid job maintaining a low profile up to this point. While the emergency enema had calmed down his tummy considerably, along with helping him recover most of his mental faculties and fortitude, he was still incredibly fatigued. Not only that but thanks to his diet from Round 2 in combination with the enema, his butthole had practically turned into an open border, with fecal matter leaking into the seat of his pampers on a nearly constant basis. Staring down the air-filled, red ball in the distance, he could feel his butthole tighten, knowing that it was going to be a very long next eight turns.

Wetters: 171.1 (+/-10) points Messers: 146.7 (+/-10) points

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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?”

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DiapOut: Chapter 31

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*sigh*

“Welp, here goes nothing,” said Mia as she shook the lone, six-sided die in her hand. Given the misfortune that had already befallen the first two players to roll, she was less than excited to throw herself into whatever challenge or punishment was waiting for her. Counting the spaces ahead of her, the last thing she wanted was to land on a red square like Lelaya did, so avoiding a three and a four was paramount.

Not wanting to make everyone wait for her too long, Mia launched her dice block forward and watched as the dotted cube skittered across the colorful game board until coming to a sudden stop. The audience cheered and the Wetters celebrated a small victory as they spotted six dots pointing toward the ceiling. The only ones not celebrating Mia’s good fortune were the three Messers standing by and, shockingly, Mia, whose heart rate nearly doubled after her dice stopped on a dime in the most unnatural of ways. While no one else was close enough to notice, she certainly had, witnessing with her own two eyes as the die practically locked into place on the number six.

Picking the die off the ground, Mia slyly held it next to the metal bracelet she had on, her anxiety reaching new heights as the bracelet was instantly attracted to the die. After accepting production’s unfair aid in Round Two, she was relieved that they asked her to cheat again going into Round Three. Sadly, as the dice’s magnetism was manually shut off by someone backstage, she came to the haunting realization that it would be much easier to rig the game for her if she wasn’t involved.

“A six! That’s one heck of a roll there Mia! With that, you and your team are the first to step foot in the Potty Monster’s territory, The Soiled Swamp!” said CassiRole, keeping her audience up to date as Mia and her team passed by the Wetters as they moved six spaces ahead, landing on a bright blue square in front of a cartoonish muck monster climbing out of a gross-looking toilet, “Congrats Mia! You landed on a blue square! That means you're the first player who gets to take on a Play-It or Pass-It Challenge!”

Escorting Mia to the side of the board so that the audience had a full view of both of them, Cassi continued to lay out the difficult decision that Mia was going to have to make, “Here’s what’s going to happen. You, Mia, will be presented with a challenge. From there, you’ll have to make a choice: either play in the challenge to earn your team some points or pass your challenge onto an opponent, where they’ll have to win or risk losing points!” The audience ooo’ed, leaning forward in their seat in anticipation of what the challenge would be, as well as Mia’s subsequent decision.

Looking toward the big screen as the wheel of options spun rapidly, Mia was still fighting through the guilt of having production do everything in their power to meddle for her benefit. As the animated wheel came to a stop, the familiar bold text popped up to display the name of the challenge.

Water Weight.

“Oooh! This is one of my personal favorites! Mia, the challenge you have in front of you is simple. Either you or an opponent of your choice will be placed in a CrissBaby Grow-With-Me Diaper before taking on 10 gallons of ice-cold water! The diaper must be worn at all times and cannot touch the ground until your next turn, regardless of if they have to face their own challenge or punishment,” said Cassi as a large tub with a stand-up shower head was rolled onto the studio set by an Iris bot, “So Mia, are you going to Play-It or Pass-It? Keep in mind, this challenge is worth plus 10 to you and minus 10 to your opponents.”

Glancing over at the Messers, Mia had hoped that whatever challenge popped up would help her decide if she should do it herself or risk pissing her rivals off by hoisting the soaking diaper onto one of them. As much as she didn’t want to lug 10 gallons of water around with her, after figuring out that production was tampering with the game for her sake, she understood that this was her cross to bear.

“Pick Rupert!”

However, before Mia could vocalize her decision, her attention was pulled back toward her own team’s mat, where Ayaya was cupping her hands around her mouth and shouting with no remorse, “He’s weakened already! There’s no way he can hold up that much weight!” Unlike Mia, she wasn’t at all worried about if the enemy team might dislike her for making a very calculated decision. Instead, she was more worried about her own teammate making the stupid decision to shoulder the grueling task. Just one look at Mia’s shaky expression told her all she needed to know, so it was the most she could do to try and convince her teammate to take the easy path.

Unfortunately, as much as Mia didn’t want to piss off any of her own teammates, she couldn’t in good conscience make Rupert or anyone else do her challenge for her. At least, not after learning about the magnetized dice. If she was going to win, she wanted to earn it. “Sowwy, Ayaya, but we gonna wans as many poins as we can gets,” she said, putting on a hammy baby voice as she excused her emotional decision as a tactical one, “I’ww weaw da diapee.”

“Very bold, Mia! I suppose we shouldn’t expect anything less from the Baby New Year herself! Iris, please get this little bab ready for her bath,” said Cassi, snapping her fingers as the Iris Nanny sprung to life, picking up Mia with ease and wheeling her over to the changing station that had previously been used after Round Two.

Sighing with relief, Kyoko was 100 percent positive that if Mia had forced Rupert into such a physical challenge, there was no way they weren’t going to forfeit ten points. Her calculating eyes traversed the sound stage, landing squarely on Ayaya as she scowled. “What a total bitch, am I right?” she said, folding her arms as she stared down the popular streamer, “From now on, make sure we focus all effort on Ayaya. Anything we can throw at the enemy team should be used on her.”

“I’m sorry, Kyoko but I don’t think that’s wise,” said Cade, unable to make eye contact with his dear leader as he stood in opposition to her, “Ayaya’s a problem, yes, but did you see the way she messed that diaper? She may look like she thinks she's too good for diapers but she’s clearly got hidden skills. I think we should aim for the girl who only scored single digits in messing for Round Two. What’s her name? Mia?”

Shaking his head, Rupert responded, “No, you’re thinking of Misa. Mia’s the Baby New Year.” He pointed toward Mia getting changed by the Iris bot, offering some aid to Cade’s confusion.

“Oh, for fuck sake. Why must their team have both a Mia and a Misa?! I already have a tough time remembering names as is!” scoffed Cade, pushing the blame for his ignorance onto Mia and Misa’s parents for not consulting each other before naming their daughters, “Whatever, you get my point. If they want to target our weakest link, we need to hit them back in the same place.”

At first, Kyoko had incredibly low expectations for Cade’s rebuttal. However, she couldn’t deny that he had an excellent point. Now wasn’t the time to get vindictive, regardless of how much Kyoko’s competitive nature hated to let any sort of slight go unchecked. Simmering down, she responded, “Fair point. Honestly, Cade, you’re really impressing me today.”

“Aw, shucks!” said Cade, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. As the group’s residents screw up, it was nice to earn a bit of praise for once.

Patting Cade on the back, Rupert was happy to see his slacker friend stepping up to the plate. Normally, he had to fight tooth and nail against the pull to the lazy side that Cade frequented, failing more often than he’d like to admit. “Maybe we should keep you off weed for another few days,” he said, ribbing Cade in exactly the right spot to earn a reaction.

“Hey, now! Let’s not start talking crazy,” said Cade, who was far too much of a pothead to quick cold turkey.

“Okay, Mia! Time to rub-a-dub-dub!” said Cassi, reclaiming the chatty Messers’ attention as Iris lowered a freshly-padded Mia into the tub set. The top-of-the-line caregiver robot made double sure her ward was on stable footing before unhooking the shower head and easing it down the back of her diaper until it was nuzzled up next to her well-powder kitten.

Wincing as the cold metal rested against her warm thighs, Mia’s eyes locked themselves onto the rim of the bathtub, unable to gaze up at the overly amused audience members who were laughing at her expense. “L-Let’s just get this over with,” she said, her face flushing brightly.

“Hehehe! As you wish! Hit it boys!” said Cassi, deciding to forgo another wordy speech in favor of garnering the instant satisfaction of catching Mia unprepared.

Off-stage, Keelee hit her cue perfectly, activating the water pump that was hidden under the bathtub pop-up set. The hose connected to the shower head vibrated for a few seconds before a rush of frigid liquid came gushing down the tube.

*SPLOOSH!*

“EEEEEEEEEEP!*

Mia gasped and shrieked as the icy water coated her loins. Her knees rattled, struggling to keep herself from collapsing into the tub. The only reason she refused to let her legs give out on her was out of fear that it would somehow ruin the shot, requiring her to do this stunt all over again. Or worse, they could count it as the diaper touching the ground, wiping out any points she stood to gain from this challenge. Peering down at her diaper, her eyes widened as she watched the surprisingly thin diaper begin to expand rapidly in all directions. Shuffling to the head of the bathtub, she gripped the shower head stand, clinging to it for dear life as the weight of her growing diaper threatened to drag her down.

Watching from the sidelines, Kyoko’s eyes wandered between Mia’s current predicament, Lelaya’s straightjacket, and Zeke’s agonizing challenge. The latter of which was on the verge of bursting a blood vessel in his eye as he fought to keep his awkward posture in check. With the range of difficulty being as vast as it was, she was anxious to get on with the competition, well aware that she was up next.

Wetters: 156.1 (+/-10) points Messers: 151.7 (+/-25) points

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DiapOut: Chapter 35

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Lowering himself onto the hopper ball, Rupert winced as the poop in his diapers was mashed against his rear, spreading it all over his butt cheeks as the liquidy mess was pushed outward. Once he was finally settled into place, it was the mental image of himself in a muck-filled diaper perched atop a red toy ball that he was clearly too big to be sitting on. For the first time all day, his cheeks grew rosy, unable to contain his feverish embarrassment.

“What’s wrong, Rupey? You look concerned about something,” teased Cassi, who was gleefully standing over her contestant and patting him on the back like a doting parent would. This only further fueled Rupert’s blushiness, which, unfortunately, did happen to be one of his kinks. As a result, he was powerless to stop his stiffy from pitching a tent in his diaper as he looked up at Cassi, drooling over the blonde bombshell showering him with attention.

Grabbing the red handle positioned between Rupert’s legs, Cassi made sure the back of her hand was grazing the front of his diaper as she tugged the ball forward. This forced Rupert to bounce forward to keep from falling over, resulting in him splattering the runny mess beneath his butt and sending a wealth of mud into the front of his diaper. He gasped as his diaper turned brown from front to back after only a single hop, gritting his teeth to keep from enjoying the sensation in front of a live audience and dozens of cameras.

“You seem to have the hang of it,” said Cassi, letting go of the handle and giving Rupert a final pat on the rear, “Go ahead and return to your team.”

Latching his fingers around the red handle, Rupert took a deep breath and made his first intentional hop forward. He grunted as both the pulpy mass and the diaper itself shifted around his shaft, turning every bounce into a less-than-gentle caress. This had him drooling by the time he was halfway back, wanting nothing more than to give up his challenge and start going to town on his naughty diaper front. However, he knew he owed his teammates more than that. He did his best to push his horny thoughts to the wayside as he returned to the space his team was currently on. “Phew! That wasn’t…too bad,” he said, breathing heavily as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

“Alright, Rupert! Now it’s your turn to roll! Then we’re gonna need you to bounce ALL the way back over here,” said Cassi loudly and proudly, relishing every inch of Rupert’s sinking expression, “Whenever you’re ready, big boy!”

Accepting the dice block from Cade, Rupert was not looking forward to the amount of movement he would be required to do in the immediate future. Landing a solid four, he was forced to bounce over the same bridge Ayaya and her team had just crossed to get to the next space with his team before turning around and hopping back toward Cassi’s platform. Unlike his first trip, he was far slower this time around, with his breathing becoming loud enough for the whole studio to overhear. “Make sure you lower his mic’s volume in post,” scoffed Keelee, instructing her assistant to mark the note.

Returning to the exact spot he was in only five minutes prior, Rupert was a mess in more ways than one. His hair was disheveled, losing its natural curl from all the sweat weighing it down. And his diaper was on another level, with nary a hint of white anywhere around his crotch or ass.

“Welcome back! You’re looking a little tuckered out there! Maybe you should stand up and stretch that fatigue out,” said Cassi, mocking Rupert as she widened her stance and reached down toward her left calf, knowing well and good that her contestant was locked in his seat for the foreseeable future, “Not feeling very flexible? No worries. I’m sure you’re just eager to find out what your betting challenge will be. Boys! Spin that wheel!”

Watching the spinner spell his doom for the second time in two turns, Rupert was of the mindset that whatever they throw at him next couldn’t be worse than what he was already stuck doing. Oh, how wrong he was.

The Dectuple Diaper Race.

“Ooooh! We’ve got a real treat for you this time!” shouted Cassi, her overly peppy tone sending chills down Rupert’s spine. “The notorious evil-doer, Baron Von Blushy, is up to his nefarious deeds once again, and we need you to journey into his domain and defeat him before time runs out! Follow me, Rupey.” Jumping down from her platform, she didn’t even have to look back to feel Rupert’s anguish as she journeyed across the board and passed where both teams were standing before arriving at a split in the wall of diapers that lined the game’s path.

Bounding up and down behind Cassi at a far slower pace, the entire cast was forced to stand idly and wait for Rupert to scoot the big red ball under his ass halfway across the studio for the third time. By now, the novelty of Rupert’s misfortune had worn off, with both the audience and the other players starting to feel somewhat cruel for watching. Even Ayaya was feeling a tad guilty, not expecting Cassi to force Rupert to move around the board so much in such a short time span.

Clutching her medallion tightly to her chest, Kyoko was beginning to worry about Rupert’s ability to perform in the upcoming challenge, especially if a mere hopper ball was causing him this much trouble. “Rupert! I can veto one of your challenges if you’re not up for it! ” she shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth and unwittingly leaving a pudding ring stretching from her chin to the tip of her nose.

“No!” yelled Rupert, holding a hand up behind him in Kyoko’s direction while still struggling to lower his heart rate, “I…wanna do this…for our team! We just…lost 25 points! We’ve gotta make it…up somehow!” His hand formed a shaky thumbs-up, doing little to fill his teammate with confidence.

Arriving at Cassi’s feet with his face beet red for a much different reason, all feelings of arousal for Rupert had evaporated, replaced by utter exhaustion and some mild chafing. He sucked in air greedily through his slack-jawed mouth, having done more exercise in the last 5 minutes than he had done all year. “Th…Th-That…wasn’t so bad…” he said, stretching out his legs in front of him as he lounged against his hopper ball.

“That’s wonderful to hear! Happy to hear these challenges aren’t taking TOO much out of you. Now then, we’ve already wasted enough time already so let’s hop right into it, shall we?” said Cassi, her ear-to-ear grin starkly contrasting her sadistic tone. Placing a hand on Rupert’s back, she led him through the slip and into a long, thin area surrounded by stacks of diapers on all sides. Painted on the ground were two sets of track lines, giving Rupert a brief hint for what was to come, “For the Dectuple Diaper Race, you will be placed inside a whopping ten disposable diapers and placed at the starting line alongside the dastardly villain himself, Baron Von Blushy! The first person to reach the end of the track, retrieve their teething ring, and make their way back to the starting line will be crowned the Dectuple Diaper Race.

Nodding his head tentatively, Rupert knew that track and field events were never his greatest strength. Still, he didn’t want to let Kyoko, Cade, and Zeke down in the penultimate round, even if he was fully aware that his mobility would be greatly lessened thanks to the red ball having zapped his energy. With this in mind, he made his decision. “To make up for our deficit, I’m betting 20 points so that we can jump into the lead after my victory,” he said confidently, not believing for a second that he might fail. However, as he finished making his bet, a realization popped into his mind, “Wait, do I have to stay on the hopper ball for the whole challenge or-”

“Of course not, silly head. We’ll need to give you a fighting chance, after all. You’ll be permitted to stand once you’ve been prepped for the challenge. Not that I think you’ll be standing much anyway. Nanny Iris, please add nine diapers to Rupert’s waist at once,” said Cassi, her snapping fingers drawing an Iris bot directly to her carrying nine neatly-stacked diapers with it.

Shrinking in place on his bouncy ball, Rupert bit his lip, excited to be returning to the comforting arms of an Iris bot for the second time today. He lifted his arms up as the nanny robot approached him, lifting him into the air and wheeling him over to a special changing table set up specifically for the Dectuple Diaper Race. Unable to handle the way Iris’s kind expression looked down on him as it laid him across the table, he covered his face with both hands, his reddening cheeks taking on a hue not too dissimilar from the hopper ball he’d been bouncing on.

As Iris tackled the challenge of diapering Rupert over and over again with immense efficiency, both the audience and the other contestants could watch on with a mix of awe and jealousy over the doting care Rupert was receiving. Even Rupert himself was in a state of disbelief over how easy it was for Iris to add diaper after diaper. By the time the tenth nappy was in place, he smiled softly, elated by the fact that he couldn’t even bring his knees within half a yard of each other. Moreover, whenever he tried to close his legs, the watery mush that permeated his innermost padding oozed around like crazy, allowing him to regain his arousal in record time. He suppressed the desire to giggle over his immobilization, wanting to avoid giving Cassi more ammo to tease him with.

Carried once again by Nanny Iris to the starting line, Rupert attempted to stay on his feet as she lowered him to the ground. Unfortunately, Cassi’s prediction proved apt as it wasn’t more than three seconds after Iris pulled her mechanical arms away before Rupert wound up tumbling backward onto his turtle shell of a diaper, squashing his diaper mess further. He spent the next fifteen seconds fighting to reorient himself so that he was on his hands and knees in a crawling position facing his objective at the other side of the track.

“Rupert looks like he’s raring to go! Let’s bring out his notorious competitor. Oh, Baron Von Blushy! Someone thinks they’re a faster diaper baby than you!” said Cassi in a sing-songy voice, her preplanned taunt signaling the baron to make his grand entrance.

Bursting through a wall of stacked diapers, Baron Von Blushy was a sight to behold, with his thick, bubble-like diaper that was somehow bigger than Rupert’s on prominent display, providing the perfect accent for his regal, puffy-sleeved attire. He jumped back and forth from leg to leg as he moved about, his legs spread too wide to allow for normal movement. “A challenger, you say? How positively thrilling,” said the baron, his actor giving one heck of an over-the-top performance. He sniffed the air suddenly before rushing to Rupert, dancing in a circle around him before smooshing his face against Rupert’s protruding diaper butt, “My, my! What an intoxicating aroma! I shall keep your soiled pampers as a trophy of my victory.

“H-Hey! Get off me, weirdo!” said Rupert, reaching back to the best of his ability and swatting his hand at Baron Von Blushy. Sadly, the diaper proved too restrictive for him to push the baron away on his own. Based on how effortless it was for the baron to dance around, he could feel his confidence starting to slip, wondering how he was going to manage to crawl faster than this brazen baron if he couldn’t even shake him off his rear.

Mercifully, Cassi was standing by to help with Rupert’s predicament, waiting to allow production to get a good shot of the action before yanking the baron off of Rupert playfully. “Now, now, Baron Von Blushy. You can play around with his big diapers after the race,” she said, walking the baron over to his starting point next to Rupert. Stepping in between the two racers, there was no further preparation that needed to be made. Holding her right hand high, she made sure she had both Rupert's and the baron’s full attention before starting her countdown, “Alright, boys. I want a clean race, so no grabbing, shoving, or biting. On your marks…get set…”

“STOP!”

Pudding dripped onto the studio floor as Kyoko shoved her arm through the metal bars that made up the main window of her muck prison, with the medallion clasped so firmly between her fingers that her knuckles were bleach white. “I’m using my veto on Rupert’s challenge,” she shouted at the top of her lungs, her anxiety of losing another 20 points winning out over her faith in Rupert’s crawling prowess. Being behind by over 25 points was already bad enough. If they fell 45 points back, they would have zero chance of crafting any sort of comeback

“Kyoko! What the fuck?! That’s complete bullshit!” screamed Rupert slamming his fist against the ground in response before looking to CassiRole, “Am I allowed to reject her veto? I wanna play.”

Shaking her head, Cassi could do nothing but shrug her shoulders, having no way of helping her pleading player. “Sorry, you and your team selected Kyoko to have that power. Therefore, it is 100 percent her call. Nanny Iris, please remove Rupert’s additional diapers and return him to his hopper ball. The show must go on.” She snapped her fingers solemnly, slightly disappointed that this challenge was likely to go unplayed in the inaugural episode.

“Fucking hell. Why did Kyoko have to get so trigger-happy?” scoffed Cade, placing both hands on the back of his head and straining his hair follicles in frustration, “She should’ve trusted Rupert to-”

“To what? You saw that guy dancing around Rupert. He was fucked before the race even started,” interrupted Zeke, sounding a bit more snappy than usual. He turned away from Cade in an attempt at his faltering expression. The truth of the matter was, while Zeke was happy that his team wouldn’t be ceding points to Baron Von Blushy, the reality was that his second turn was just around the corner. And if what he overheard Jackson say was true, then it was far from something for him to look forward to.

Wetters: 171.1 (+/-10) points Messers: 146.7 (+/-10) points

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Heyyo everyone! DiapOut will be going on hiatus until October as I return to doing commissions on Fridays. Thank you to everyone who has kept up with the series thus far and I look forward to closing out the year with the conclusion of DiapOut! 💕

Edited by AllySmolShork

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