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Squish Game: Round 3, Part 8
🕑 Added 2023-07-16 16:00:08 +0000 UTCDISCLAIMER: This story contains hypnosis, diaper usage, pants wetting, mental regression, sissification, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the first two rounds yet, I highly recommend doing so before digging into Round 3! I hope you enjoy!
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“Nonono! Come on, you little shit!” grunted Shawn, the knuckles on his fingers turning white as he continued to pull at the closed handcuff to no avail. It had been nearly five minutes since their fateful discovery and zero progress had been made on getting Brett locked into the sex chair with Lance. In a moment of frustration, Shawn slammed the handcuff against the metal bars of the chair, allowing it to swing freely, “Fuck!”
Rubbing her sore forehead as she rested in one of the nearby cribs, Natalie scoffed. “Giving up already? Hard to believe brute strength wasn’t the answer,” she said, doing nothing to hide her sarcasm.
“Well, I don’t see you coming up with any better ideas,” responded Shawn, throwing Natalie’s attitude right back at her, “It’s your fucking boyfriend’s fault we’re in this position, so fuck off acting like you’re above this.”
The second that the word “boyfriend” left Shawn’s mouth, Natalie was ready to bash his head against the sex chair. She jumped up from the crib with every intention to fight. However, peace was swiftly preserved as Aaron sprinted over and stepped in between his bickering comrades. “Guys, this isn’t helping! We’re never gonna figure this out if we keep this petty bullshit up,” he said, his head frantically swiveling back and forth between Shawn and Natalie.
Sadly, not everyone was as interested in group synergy as Aaron was. “There’s nothing left to figure out. Unless you can shit a key out in the next five minutes, we can’t open the cuff wide enough to fit Brett’s thick-ass hand in,” said Lee, who was laying down on the floor with their feet kicked up on the wall. They crooked their head to the side and held up their hands for all to see, “And before you ask, no, my hands aren’t small enough either. You made this bed when you got your hand out, Aaron. We all know there are only two people in this room who can fit their hand in that cuff at this point.”
Lee didn’t have to say the names of the two people they were referring to, with Aaron instantly looking up at both Natalie and Rita. “There’s gotta be another way,” he said, not wanting to think about the idea of either of his closest allies, “What if…oh! What if we just say fuck it to one of the cuffs? I mean, one hand should be good enough to consider Brett locked in, right? Or maybe we could use…something else to tie him to the chair. Like, a bed sheet or something.”
“You really wanna take that risk? You heard Dom. We fuck this up and we ALL get regressed,” stated Lee starkly, reminding everyone of the gravity of the game they were playing. Climbing to their feet, they waddled up to Aaron with a smug smile plastered all over their face. It was clear they were enjoying every second of this situation, even if their own adulthood was on the line, “So, who’s it gonna be Aaron? The murder princess with a bum leg, or the mousey one who barely halbas inglés? Tick, tock, tick, tock-”
Grabbing Lee by the shirt, Aaron shoved Lee back against the wall, prompting them to cackle in response. This only added to Aaron’s aggression as he dug his knuckles into Lee’s collarbone. “You’re lucky they’re watching right now or I’d-”
“You’d what, Aaron? Go on. Be the big, strong man you were born to be, and punch me already. Or are you too chicken shit?” said Lee, leaning into Aaron’s hold as if begging him to attack.
Clenching his right fist tight, Aaron could feel himself giving in to Lee’s taunts. He may not have wanted to give them the satisfaction but he didn’t care so long as he could shut them up for a short amount of time.
“I’ll do it.”
Suddenly, both Lee and Aaron halted their feud as they turned to look at Rita, who up until this point had wisely remained silent to avoid being singled out. However, after watching all four of the others nearly break out into a brawl over her actions, her ability to stay quiet ran out. “It’s my fault. I broke Aaron’s thumb and pulled out his hand. It should be me who replaces him,” she said, maintaining direct eye contact with Aaron as she spoke.
“Rita, no. No! I can’t let you do that,” said Aaron, the guilt over his newfound freedom causing his wrist more pain than the handcuff ever did.
Unfortunately, Rita’s mind had already been made up, meaning that Aaron’s words fell on deaf ears. “I’m sorry, Aaron but I have to do this,” she said, choking back tears.
“No, you don’t.”
*CLICK!*
Standing over the sex chair with the first of two handcuffs around her wrist, Natalie’s eyes fell to the floor, unable to look at Aaron or Rita. “My ankle’s already fucked and I probably have a concussion now too. Your odds of winning are better than mine, Rita,” she said, sounding as if she were trying to convince herself of her own altruism more than anyone else.
With his jaw hanging low, Aaron was left speechless. He wanted to scream his head off at Natalie for doing something so stupid. He wanted to slap her across the face and make her come to her senses. But he couldn’t. All he could do was allow a single tear to trickle down his cheek. “Natalie-”
“Don’t. Don’t say anything, Aaron. It’s time to stop worrying about me and think about yourself from now on,” said Natalie, repeating the same thing she told Aaron earlier that same evening, “C’mon…make this easy for me…”
*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*
Before Aaron could say anything meaningful to Natalie in response, the alarm above the nursery door began to sound off, signaling that Dom was about to make her fated return. “Shit! We’re out of time! Hurry, we need to get everything in place,” shouted Lee, breaking from their casual composure due to the pressing time constraints. They quickly recovered the magic wand off the floor and rushed over to start tying it to the front of Lance’s diaper, “Shawn, get Brett to his fucking crib! Aaron, help me get this secure!”
Frozen in place, Aaron failed to hear Lee’s command, or anything else for that matter. All he heard was a dull ringing sound reminiscent of when his tinnitus started acting up. It wasn’t until Lee was grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him that he was brought back to reality.
“Aaron, we don’t have time for this! You wanna say goodbye to Natalie, don’t you?” said Lee, grabbing Aaron’s attention with Natalie’s name, “Not that I give a fuck or anything but this is your last chance to say something, so stop fucking around and make it count.”
Feeling his heart beating in his throat, Aaron turned to Natalie and slowly approached her with neither of them able to look the other in the eye. “Thank you, Natalie,” he said solemnly, his voice barely loud enough to register in Natalie’s ears, “If it wasn’t for you, I probably wouldn’t still be here. I wish we could’ve met under better circumstances.”
“I-I do to,” said Natalie, letting out a loud cough to cover for the fact that her voice was cracking. She dug a hole into her tongue with her canine teeth to keep from bursting into tears as she looked up at Aaron and waved the second handcuff that had yet to be attached to her other wrist, “Mind helping me out? I can’t get it with one hand.”
Nodding his head yes, Aaron reached out and took the handcuff from Natalie with shaking hands. He was only able to relax enough to place the metal cuff on Natalie’s wrist once she placed a gentle hand on his; the most intimate physical contact they’d had all game. “I’m gonna win this thing. And I promise you that when I do, I’m gonna buy your freedom with it,” he said, fighting through raw emotions to make unwavering eye contact as he clicked the handcuff into place.
“You’d better, or else I’ll kick your ass,” said Natalie, snickering at Aaron’s joke as the reality of what was about to happen to her set in. She let out a deep, exasperated breath, feeling more fear than she ever had in her entire life. However, before she could fully start crying, Aaron wrapped his arms around her and leaned his head against hers as they embraced for the final time, covering for her moment of weakness.
On the other side of the nursery, Shawn crouched down and lifted Brett’s limp body into the crib, grunting all the while. “Ugh! Heavy fucker! Is this fuck even still breathing?” he scoffed, questioning whether or not it was even worth it to go through all this trouble.
Placing an ear to Brett’s chest, Rita confirmed Brett was still a member of the living as she responded, “His heart’s still beating. Here, let me help,” she said, unable to offer much strength but still able to assist as she grabbed onto Brett’s legs and guided them into the crib.
“Lee, how we doin?” yelled Shawn as he and Rita finally hoisted Brett onto the mattress.
Using a bed sheet from one of the cribs to strap the magic wand to Lance’s diaper, Lee pulled the make-shift ropes right. They may not have been the strongest person here but no one was as nimble with knot-tying as they were. “Almost done. Sorry, love birds, hug’s over,” they said, shoving Aaron out of the way before pulling Natalie forward so that her padded crotch was mashed up against Lance’s. They then wasted no time clicking the vibrator on and revving it up to its highest setting. Simultaneously, this stirred Lance from his less-than-peaceful slumber, his mind going hazy as he tried and failed to grasp what was happening around him.
“O-Oh fuck!” said Natalie, gasping as the vicious rumblings from below sent pings of pleasure coursing throughout her whole diaper area. She wanted to scream Lee’s head off for forcing her onto Lance like that but unfortunately, her mind was programmed to lust after the pleasure that only a diaper could give, causing her to melt on contact, “Alright, Lance, let’s give ‘em a show,” she said, attempting to find some level of control despite her vulnerable position.
Stepping back as the obscene scene unfolded, Aaron quietly pushed down the idle thoughts in his head that were wishing he could replace Lance on that sex chair. He tried to convince himself it was just the hypnosis affecting his mind but he knew it was more than that. Lee was right. He was in love with Natalie, making the entire scenario that much worse.
“Aaron, c’mon. You gotta go,” said Rita, rushing to Aaron’s side and grabbing him by the shirt sleeve. She quickly moved him to his crib before placing her hands on the side of his face to center his attention, “Aaron, I’m sorry. I know what you’re going through, believe me,” she said, stealing her emotions for Aaron’s sake, “Right now, you need to think about Natalie. She gave you this gift. Don’t waste it.”
Relaxing his breathing, Aaron nodded his head slowly. “I know. Thank you, Rita,” he said, cupping her hand in his as the odd duo shared a moment of heartfelt solidarity.
*RATTLE!*
As the nursery’s shutter door settled into place, Aaron and Rita split from each other and hopped into their cribs right as Dom appeared to make her grand reentrance. “Well done, my precious Littles. You surpassed my wildest expectations,” she said, clapping her hands in a condescending manner as she mused on all the compliments she’d received from the boys upstairs for her ingeniously making Round 3 an all-nighter. It almost made up for the fact that thanks to Lance’s pathetic loss, she would no longer hold the title of Dom for the next Squish Game season, “Not you, though, Lance. You were supposed to be my champion but instead, you failed to gain any sort of meaningful traction in this game. I can’t wait to watch your sissy ass get sold to the highest bidder.”
Barely achieving consciousness as Natalie bounced against his vibrating padding, Lance looked up at Dom with pleading eyes as if begging for another chance. Sadly, another chance is something he wouldn’t get as a pair of guards unbolted the sex chair from the floor and lifted it onto a wheeled platform to be rolled out of the nursery.
All the while, Natalie's inhibitions continued to sink further into the back of his mind as she allowed her arousal to overwhelm her senses. As she looked down at Lance, her horny mind imagined Aaron’s face on his, prompting her to call out his name several times as she and Lance were loaded onto a trolley.
“Pleasant dreams, my lovelies! I look forward to seeing you all again bright and early tomorrow,” said Dom, spinning casually on her back heel and turning to leave the nursery with Natalie and Lance in tow. For as mad as she was in the control booth when Lance first lost, there was something freeing about not having to worry about his position in the game moving forward. Now, she could focus all of her mental willpower on giving the boys upstairs the greatest, horniest game they had ever seen.
Laying in his crib as he listened to Natalie’s moans fade into the distance, Aaron closed his eyes as he heard the sound of the door rattle against the floor. Part of him was still numb, having yet to fully process Natalie being out of the game. In the back of his mind, he made a pledge to himself not to let his emotions get the better of him from this point forward. After all, if he was going to play this game for his and Natalie’s sake, he knew he was going to have to toughen up.
END OF ROUND 3.
Comments
I love the stark tonal contrast of this series so much lol. And sadly, I must agree. Aaron's got his work cut out for him 😬
Sadly, only one asshole was shown the door :p
Josh Stack
You know with all the violence and swearing I sometimes forget that all this drama is happened while everyone is padded, then I read words like “waddle” and laugh at the resulting mental image. Also, as much as I love the idea of Aaron becoming Natalie’s caregiver, I have zero hope that he’ll actually win, no matter how much he toughens up.
John Riendeau
Such an end of the round. I only wish that it was the two assholes...
