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DiapOut: Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2023-01-04 17:00:06 +0000 UTCDISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, hypermessing, sissification, WAM, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!
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“Welcome back kiddos!” said CassiRole, smiling widely at the camera as she waited for the applause to die down, “Last time on DiapOut, we saw the Messers bare it all as they staged a fabulous comeback, leaving the Wetters in the dust and scoring 65 points for their team in total. Meanwhile, having only completed two of the four obstacles, the Messers now have a massive deficit, sitting at only 20 points. Will Round Two help them catch back up? We’ll find out right now!”
As Cassi finished her reintroduction, the sound stage lights rose up to reveal that the two teams were standing in front of an obscenely large table piled high with various kinds of food. Neither team appeared to know what was going on or what they were supposed to do. That didn’t stop Lelaya from attempting to bum-rush the buffet, shouting “Oooh! Snackies! My tum-tum was getting all grumbly so this is perfect!”
Thankfully, Misa was standing close enough to grab the diaper fashionista by the collar and hold her to her marker. “Not yet, dummy. This is for the challenge…I think,” she said, scratching her head as she tried to decipher what the buffet table was meant for. Unlike the first round, they weren’t given a safety walk, which at the very least signaled that this wouldn’t be another high-intensity challenge.
“Fuck, I just wanna dive into that mountain of french fries,” said Cade as he drolled over the spread. While he usually had to combat the munchies from his frequent use of THC, he was surprised to find that going without weed all afternoon was actually making him hungrier than normal.
Sitting in the same boat as Cade, Rupert now fully understood why they kept the amount of food in the green room limited. “Screw the fries. That chocolate cake looks God-tier,” he said, hoping that whatever explanation Cassi had for the first round was over soon so he could pig out on all the delectable offerings.
“Just look at those eager faces. I guess their hunger for victory is only matched by…well…their hunger,” said Cassi, encouraging the audience to laugh at the starved looks on the eight contestants' faces, “Don’t worry. You’ll all have a full hour to stuff your faces as much as you want. That’s right, Littles and Bigs, we’re gonna have ourselves a good, old-fashioned Mess-Off!”
If the audience was wild before, they were practically leaping out of their seats at the news that Round Two was about to get messy in all the best ways. “M-Mess-Off?” stuttered Ayaya, feeling a twinge of fear building up in her gut. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what a Mess-Off was. She turned to look at Misa, who was equally terrified at the prospect of not only using her diaper as intended, but over-using it.
Throwing her arms around Misa and Ayaya’s shoulders, Lelaya did not share in their panic whatsoever. “OMG! This is gonna be so much fun! I can’t wait to see you both rocking brown pamps!” she exclaimed, winding her arms back to give both girls a hardy smack on the butt.
Meanwhile, the members of the WET Diaper Lovers Club were frothing at the mouth to dig into this challenge. “Prepare your butts, boys,” said Kyoko, biting her lip as a sense of pride washed over her. When it came to filling a diaper, she was a force to be reckoned with, having participated and come out victorious in several messing competitions across the Northern US and Canada.
However, while most of the WET Diaper Lovers were amped to kick off the second round, Kyoko was quick to spot that one of her crew was far from enthusiastic. Standing stiffly with his hands clasped together, Zeke was finding it hard to quell his anxiety. Every time he heard CassiRole’s voice echo across the sound stage, his mind was sent back to the dressing room incident. Carefully, he stretched his peripheral vision to sneak a look at Cassi just in time to see her staring at him with a knowing smirk, causing him to look away altogether.
Zeke wasn’t the only one freaking out for reasons outside of the game. Standing in front of her friends prominently so that the cameras had a clear shot of her, Mia was sweating bullets over being asked to cheat. It wasn’t an easy decision but she did decide to down two of the pills that Keelee had given her right as they were called to places, figuring that if she didn’t and lost, the DiapOut production team would be furious with her. Placing her hands on her stomach, she could feel strange sensations bubbling up from within her intestines, letting her know that the pills were definitely working.
“Uh oh! I think our Baby New Year is having some flashbacks to her big accident,” said Cassi as she spotted Mia touching her belly. This caused Mia to instantly shift her arms back to her sides as her face turned bright pink. She was so concerned with the unfair advantage she’d been given that she didn’t even think about the implications of messing her diaper live on camera for the second time this year. Only this time, she’d have to do so on purpose.
“Hehehe, don’t worry you’re pretty, little head, Mia. This time, you’ll have all your friends to make big stinkies with you,” stated Cassi, earning another round of uproarious cackling, “As I already mentioned, you each have one hour to pack those pampers as much as you can. Once the timer runs out, we’ll weigh your teams’ diapers head to head. The team with the heaviest diapers will win 30 points, as well as one point for every pound they manage to beat the opposing team by!”
Lights suddenly came up on the giant scale they had prepped in the corner of the studio, giving both the contestants and the audience their first glimpse at how the winner will be determined. Seconds later, another spotlight came on, this time shining down on sixteen shot glasses organized into eight rows that were labeled with the players’ names. “Additionally, each player will receive two shots of Lightning Laxatives that the CrissBaby Diaper Company was more than happy to provide us with. Be sure to use them wisely,” stated Cassi, bringing her explanation of Round Two to a close, “I’ll give you guys a few minutes to strategize, then we’ll get started!”
Glaring at the rows of Lightning Laxatives, Mia swore she could hear the Kill Bill sirens sounding off in her ears. As if she wasn’t already on edge enough, now she had to relive the same trauma that got her into DiapOut in the first place. On the plus side, at least she wasn’t alone this time.
“Nuh-uh! No way!” screamed Misa, backing away from the rest of her group, “The game show and the diaper were one thing. But shitting myself in front of a live audience is not my idea of a good time.” Throwing up her arms, she turned her back on the team, preparing to throw in the towel.
However, Misa wouldn’t get far before she felt a hand grab onto the waistband of her diaper. “Oh no, you don’t,” said Mia, a mix of frustration and amusement in her voice, “Let’s see here. Not only are you the reason I ended up as Baby New Year in the first place, but you also tricked me into taking one of those stupid laxative shots. You reap what you sow on this one.”
Misa wanted to object to Mia’s depiction of events but before she could, Keelee stepped in to put the whole argument to bed. “I might also add that, as per the contract that ALL of you signed, you will be held liable for this episode’s production costs since we would have to throw out an entire episode because of you. And before you ask, today’s production costs have already surpassed six digits,” she said pointedly, feeling immense satisfaction in watching Misa’s will to fight deflate entirely, “Good luck out there, girls.” She gave Misa a pat on the head before returning to her post.
While the Wetters squabbled about whether they were even going to compete or not, the Messers were busy plotting out how they were going to maximize their mess loads. “Alright, based on what I can see from the table, this won’t be as easy as chowing down on whatever we want. Try to stick to foods that are high in fiber. Stuff like the baked beans and the fruit platter is what you wanna target,” said Kyoko as limbered up her midsection with a series of stretches, encouraging the others to join her.
Struggling to copy Kyoko’s poses, Cade asked, “What about the french fries? Starch is good for bowel movements, right?”
“Do NOT touch the fries,” stated Kyoko vehemently, “Fatty foods, dairy products, red meats, all of those things will slow your metabolism down in a heartbeat. Definitely don’t waste your tummy real estate on something fried.”
A look of pure disappointment ran across Cade’s face as he longingly stared at the tantalizing fry platter, knowing that if he so much as took one, Kyoko would be on his ass in an instant. Turning to his partner in crime, Rupert, it was obvious that his best bud was going through the same stage of grief that he was over the glistening chocolate cake. The two potheads sulked as they listened to Kyoko ramble on about good messing etiquette.
“Alright, contestants! Please return to your markers! Round Two is about to begin!” shouted Keelee through her megaphone. She then gave a thumbs-up to Cassi and Jackson, letting them know that she and her team were ready to start the timer.
With all the players returning to their designated spots, Cassi stepped in front of the camera and waited to be counted in before saying, “Contestants! Are you ready?!” A series of yes’s followed from the eight players. “Excellent! Before we get started, there’s one last bit of business to take care of. Would a mister Zeke Collins please step forward?”
Zeke could swear he could hear a pin drop from a mile away with how silent the studio went. He looked back and forth between Kyoko, Cade, and Rupert before lowering his head and stepping forward begrudgingly.
Stepping down from the raised platform she was on, Cassi rounded the banquet table and walked right up to Zeke, wearing a giant smirk on her face the entire way. “Tell me, Zekey-baby, what do we do with Littles who take their diapers off without permission?” she asked pointedly before holding a microphone up to his mouth.
Gulping hard, Zeke already knew what the answer was. That didn’t make saying it any easier. “They g-get punished,” he stuttered solemnly, earning more than a few jeers from the audience.
“That’s right! Such a smart Little you are,” said Cassi, reaching up and patting Zeke on the head to further drive home his humiliation. Sticking her fingers in her mouth, she whistled sharply, signaling one of the stagehands to rush over and deliver to her the object of Zeke’s punishment, “You’re so smart that I bet you know exactly what this is, don’t you?”
Wincing as all the blood in his body pushed its way into his cheek, Zeke looked back to see the horrified expressions of his teammates, all of whom were utterly powerless to help their friend out of such a mortifying situation. “Th-they’re plastic pants,” he said, his voice barely audible even through the microphone.
“Not just any plastic pants! Locking plastic pants!” said Cassi as she squatted down and held the infantile garment open for Zeke to step into, “Go on! The round can’t start until you’re properly dressed.”
Gritting his teeth in such a way that it forced his face to contort into an adorable pout, Zeke stepped into the clear plastic pants one leg at a time, allowing Cassi to pull them up all the way to his groin. She made sure to give them an extra tug as she hooked the tiny padlock into place. “There, now you won’t need to worry about losing your precious virginity any time soon,” she whispered, making sure that only Zeke could hear her. Holding the mic to her mouth once again, she turned to face the audience once more, “Perfect! Now we’re all ready! Everyone, give Zeke a round of applause for being such a good sport.”
With the plastic pants in place, both Zeke and Cassi returned to their positions for the start of Round Two as the pair were showered with claps and cheers. At last, it was finally time to kick off the second round. Holding up an air horn about her head, the dazzling host let the moment of tension hang in the air. “On your marks…get set…dig in!”
*BWAAAAAAAAAAH!!!*
TO BE CONTINUED…
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