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DiapOut: Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2022-10-26 16:00:13 +0000 UTCDISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, hypermessing, sissification, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!
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“Sup, nerds! It’s ya girl, AyayaGirl, and I’m behind the scenes of a super cool new show!” Spinning slowly to show off the entire green room and all the contestants waiting to start the game, Ayaya decided to take advantage of the downtime to stream on TikTok to her tens of thousands of fans. Rushing over to where Mia and Misa were sitting and chatting, she shoved her phone into Mia’s face and continued her monologue, “And looks who’s with me! Everyone’s favorite Baby New Year! Don’t be shy and say hello!”
Shrinking down in her chair, Mia did her best not to appear embarrassed by this interaction, a feat made difficult thanks to her rosy cheeks. “Hey there, I’m… *sigh* I’m the Baby New Year and we’re going to have some fun today,” she said, grimacing as she said it. Having been in the spotlight for the better half of a year, she knew that trying to deny and deflect only resulted in harsher teasing from her “adoring” audience. As stupid as it seemed, paying lip service to her 15 seconds of fame was somehow more empowering than trying to deny it happened at all.
Jumping into frame with Mia, Ayaya was more than thrilled to have her lolcow back in her clutches for an entire day. “We have such fun together, don’t we? And you somehow always end up padded one way or another!” she said, panning the camera down to show off both of their fluffy diapers.
Mia instantly scurried away from Ayaya’s clutches. Even though she was about to step out in front of dozens of live studio cameras, something about having her padded status exposed on the internet beforehand felt invasive.
Not to be deterred, Ayaya began posing on her own, showing off her diaper in a series of sensual poses. “I wasn’t too sure when the producers said I’d have to be diapered too, but who am I to turn down a friend in need,” she said as if she wasn’t the one who orchestrated their appearance on the show.
Jumping into the shot with Ayaya, Lelaya was also eager to show off her pampers. Being the diaper fashionista that she was, it was never an inappropriate time to put her padding on display. “These aren’t usually as thick as the ones I wear at home, but I suppose it's only fair that I wear the same as everyone else,” she said proudly as she and Ayaya continued to pose together to the plethora of adoring fans watching live.
After about a minute of diaper voguing, Ayaya flipped the camera around on her phone and took aim at Kyoko, Zeke, Cade, and Rupert, “You see the four of them? Those are the diaper dorks we’re playing against today. These losers don’t know what’s about to hit ‘em,” she whispered, keeping her voice down so as not to start drama before the show. She watched gleefully as the stream chat spammed obscene emojis and vitriolic language. What a wonderful place the internet is.
Saving perhaps the best for last, Ayaya swung the camera around to sneak a peek at Misa’s diapered rump. “Get that camera out of my face,” she said, still a bit on edge to be seen in a diaper, even if it was just for laughs in a game show.
“It’s not in your face, it’s in your butt!” shouted Lelaya, her words providing Ayaya with the encouragement to keep going, “Well…ON your butt. It’d be pretty uncomfy if her phone was IN your butt!”
Before Misa’s anger could get the better of her, the production manager in charge of guests entered the green room. “Yellow team! Brown team! Please come gather around,” said the production manager, her words quick and precise, “Okay, my name is Keelee, and I’m going to be your liaison for today’s show. Things are going to be moving pretty fast once we get on set, so if you ever have any questions, you can always find me on set wearing the green hat.” She tipped her cap to the others, showing off what to look for.
Raising her hand, Ayaya already had a specific question in mind, “Hey, Keekee, am I allowed to bring my phone with me? I’d love to get some exclusives for my blog.”
“It’s Keelee,” said the overworked production manager, her smiling eyes shooting daggers at the vlogging gamer, “And I’m sooo sorry, but the use of personal devices on set is prohibited.” Before Ayaya could protest, she snatched the phone out of her hand and placed it in her back pocket.
“Hey! That’s m-” yelled Ayaya, before being cut off by a round of justified shushes. Neither Mia, nor Misa, nor even Lelaya wanted to get booted from the show for Ayaya’s antics.
With that matter settled, Keelee turned to her clipboard. “Alright, back to business. When we enter the set, I’ll need the team captains to join Cassidy in the center of the sound stage. The others will form a semi-circle behind them. Both myself and the director will help you get set up,” she said, rattling off information at lightning speed.
Turning to the brown team, Keelee continued, “Messers, have you made a decision on team captain?” she asked, catching the group of four a bit off guard that their team’s nickname was “the Messers.”
“As President of the WET Diaper Lovers Club, I will be the captain,” announced Kyoko, earning a rowdy applause from her three cohorts.
Taking a note on her clipboard, Keelee responded, “Excellent, I was going to recommend you anyway. Audiences respond well to confident female captains.” She then turned her attention to the yellow team. “As for the yellow team-”
“No need to ask,” said Ayaya brashly as she brushed her hair over her shoulder, “If anyone here knows how to handle the burden of the spotlight, it’s me!”
A withering smirk crept across Keelee's face. “Actually, what I was about to say was your team captain has already been decided,” she said, looking past Ayaya and pointing to Mia, “Producers want the Baby New Year to handle the burden of the spotlight.”
Steam began rising up from Ayaya’s head, causing Misa and Lelaya to take a step back from their obviously pissed-off friend. Mia, meanwhile, was blushing up a storm at the prospect of being her team’s spokesperson, and for such an embarrassing reason no less. “D-Do I really have to? Ayaya and Misa both have a lot more experience with public speaking,” she said, hoping to shrug off this responsibility onto someone who actually wants it.
“Sorry, but them’s the breaks kid. Our producers would throw a fit if we placed the STAR in the background,” said Keelee, doing her best to boost up Mia’s confidence while also sneaking in a jab at Ayaya. Sneaking a glance using her peripheral vision, she ate up the visibly annoyed and upset diva’s expression.
“Two minutes to places!”
The voice over the loudspeaker left no room for confusion. It was time for the games to begin. “That’s our cue. Everyone, fall in line,” said Keelee as she led the group pied-piper style out of the green room and into a dimly lit hallway. With each step the eight contestants took, they could feel their anticipation building. Unlike future players, they had almost no idea what awaited them once they reached the stage.
Eying her competition, Kyoko looked Mia up and down, gathering as much information as she could. To the unobservant eye, things like posture, hand position, and eye contact might not mean much. But to Kyoko, they were tools for better understanding her rivals. “Good luck out there today,” she said to Mia, making sure to keep her eyes locked on the hallway ahead of her.
“Same to you,” said Mia, doing her best to hide how nervous she was. Grabbing the sides of her diaper, she lifted it up higher on her waist, her face flushing as she did so. Blocking out the humiliating thoughts that permeated her mind, she did her best to focus on the cash prize waiting at the end of the tunnel.
Walking directly behind the two captains, Ayaya was still fuming over the disrespect that Keelee had shown her, in front of everyone no less. Didn’t that bitch know who she was? She never would’ve agreed to come on and be in this stupid diaper-dork show if she wasn’t going to see her name in lights. She wasn’t certain how yet, but she was going to make sure to steal back the spotlight, one way or another.
Reaching a set of tall, metal double doors with a red light hanging above it to signal that production was ongoing, the eight contestants each braced themselves as to what they would see on the other side. “Remember to chatter to a minimum,” said Keelee, reminding the players that they were merely guests stepping into a moving engine designed to operate around them. Waiting not a moment longer, the production manager pushed the doors open, inviting the eight lucky competitors into the studio.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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