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DiapOut: Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2022-10-13 19:27:30 +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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“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, by da end of da nite, I wiww be da biggest diapewed cewebwity on da pwanet.”
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Sitting in the green room and bouncing her leg, Mia was already filled with regret for agreeing to take part in this. Ever since Ayaya-Girl’s little New Year’s video of her went viral, Mia had unwittingly become a minor abdl celebrity of sorts. While many could only dream of being recognized on the street, it was a lot less glamorous when what you’re known for is filling your diaper while wearing a Baby New Year sash.
Over the past several months, multiple different diaper brands and talent agents had reached out to her to see if she wanted to try and make something of her fifteen minutes of fame. And every time they did, her answer was always the same, “I’d rather jump off a cliff than wear another diaper for as long as I live.”
Mia’s diaper celibacy would come to a screeching halt when the person who had doomed her to this fate, Ayaya, re-entered her life with an offer that was too good to turn down. “There’s a new game show that’s looking for contestants for its very first episode and they think you and me are the perfect candidates!” said the fame-hungry streamer. She didn’t dare expose the truth that they only wanted her if Mia agreed to join in as well.
Initially, Mia wanted to slam the door in Ayaya’s face. Even after explaining to Ayaya that what she did to her damaged her professional reputation for life, she still didn’t understand the consequences of her actions. Someone with that shallow of a mindset could not be trusted. However, when Ayaya mentioned the $500,000 prize that was being given out during the flagship episode, she couldn’t resist that kind of offer. Besides, it was just some dumb TV game show. How bad could it be?
Fast forward to the present day and Mia came to find out exactly how bad things were going to get for her. “This is your uniform for the show. Please let someone know if you need any help getting changed,” said the tightly-wound stage manager who handed off a yellow t-shirt and a large, white diaper with the logo for DiapOut printed boldly on the rear.
Having already signed a contract to do the show, Mia had no choice but to comply with production’s demands. That was unless she wanted to buy her way out of the contract, which she knew she couldn’t afford. Like it or not, she found herself locked into diapers yet again. The only solace she took from any of this was that Ayaya had to be diapered with her.
“Hey, bitches! Check me out!” announced Ayaya as she exited the dressing room wearing the same shirt and diaper that Mia had in her hands, “At first, I wasn’t sure about this but it’s surprisingly comfy and kinda sexy.” She playfully wiggled and smacked her padded butt, snickering as a puff of white baby powder shot out from the waistband.
Rushing over to join Ayaya, Lelaya was beyond thrilled to see one of her besties in a fluffy diaper. “Oh my Goddess, you look totes cute! I told you you’d go ga-ga for diapers if you tried them,” she said as she pulled the padded streamer into a hug. As she broke away from the embrace, she looked around before calling out toward the dressing room, “Misa, I know you’re dressed! I diapered you myself! Get your booty out here!”
“I don’t wanna,” shouted Misa, her voice echoing out of the changing room. Rolling her eyes, Lelaya charged forward and entered the bathroom as Misa continued to protest, “This is so fricking stupid. I’m not doing…h-hey…let go of me, Lelaya!” Seconds later, the duo emerged from the bathroom, with Misa’s wrist held firmly in Lelaya’s shockingly strong grip. Her cheeks were boiling with how embarrassed she was to be dressed in such a ridiculous manner.
For Mia, she couldn’t recall the last time that Misa had been this visibly flustered. “Oh, wow, not having so much fun now that you have to wear them, are you?” she jabbed, well aware that in less than a minute, she’d be taping herself into a diaper too. Sighing, she held her head high and walked toward the changing room. Just knowing that Misa was going to be more miserable than she was gave her the power to overcome her own embarrassment. “Welp, time to get this over with.”
Mia was stopped in her tracks suddenly when Lelaya switched targets. “Ooh! Is it time for you to change into your diapee, cuz I can like totally help with that!” said the diaper-loving fashionista. Without waiting for an answer she barged in, dragging Mia along with her.
“N-no, no, really! You don’t have to-HEY! Give me back my panties!” screamed Mia, her voice now replacing Misa’s as Lelaya diligently got to work.
Much like Mia, Misa found her confidence through her friend’s humiliation. Misery loves company, after all. If she was going to be seen on television in diapers, then she’d have to make damn sure that Mia and the others stood out far more than she did, even if it meant getting her hands dirty.
“Everyone! Get in here and gather around!” All of a sudden, Ayaya and Misa’s attention was captured by a troop of young adults who took it upon themselves to be as loud as possible when entering the green room, cheering and hollering as they pumped themselves up. Each of the college-aged loudmouths had on the same t-shirt and diaper combo that the girls did, only their shirts were brown instead of yellow. Misa and Ayaya perked up in their seats as they caught a first glimpse at the competition.
Huddling into a small circle with their arms around each other shoulders, it was the only girl in the group who spoke up, “Alright, stunk butts, listen up! We’re stepping into the spotlight today. After this, everyone on campus is going to know we are babs and proud, so let’s show go ‘em how spectacular the West Edmonton Tech Diaper Lovers Club really is!”
A chorus of cheers followed the girl’s inspiring speech. They proceeded to take turns smacking each other on their diapered rumps as if they were football players getting hyped up in a locker room.
All the while, Misa and Ayaya could only watch on in idle horror. Leaning over to Ayaya’s ear, Misa cautiously whispered, “What…the fuck?”
TO BE CONTINUED…
