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DiapOut: Chapter 16
🕑 Added 2023-02-01 17:00:14 +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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The Lightning Laxatives hit hard and fast. For Kyoko and the rest of the Messers, it was as if the moment those shots hit their stomachs, the world around them went dark. The four helpless babs grabbed onto whatever they could as their tummies were churned up and emptied out in a matter of seconds. Their accelerated digestion could lead to only one, very messy conclusion.
*SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRT!!!*
“And there goes Zeke! Hopefully, those plastic panties can handle the extra weight,” said CassiRole, taking great pleasure in commentating on Zeke’s weak bowel muscles, “And uh oh! I think Cade is next!”
*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRT!!!*
Sure enough, Cade was the next to lose control, dumping the plethora of beans he had gorged on into the seat of his pampers. Clinging to Zeke’s shoulder, the pair looked increasingly weary with each unsavory noise that escaped from their rears. Soon, their diapers were so full that they were mooshing into each other, not that either of them noticed given that there were far more pressing things to focus on.
“Alright, Kyoko…I’ll bet you…I can hold it for longer,” said Rupert, letting out a strained chuckle as he looked to inject a bit of competitiveness into the team game, “L-Loser has to shove their face in the rest of that chocolate cake on camera.”
Snickering, Kyoko clenched her fists to match her tightly puckered sphincter. “Pffffft…sounds to me like…you just wanna…stuff your face in that cake,” she said, making sure to keep her words brief and her breaths short and measured. Uncurling her right fist, she held out her hand to Rupert and the two shook on their deal.
Meanwhile, Misa watched in horror from the opposite side of the banquet table. “M-Mia?” she said, looking to her best friend as the weight of what was coming began to set in, “I-I don’t think I can do this.” Placing a hand on her full belly, she cursed her past self for pulling that New Year's prank on Mia. If she’d just left well enough alone, she’d never have wound up in this situation.
Chowing down on a heavily-frosted cupcake, Mia savored the sugary flavor while Misa’s obvious panic only made the confection taste sweeter. “Sure you can, buddy! All you have to do is down your laxative shot and let your body take it from there,” she said, wiping her hands off, on her shirt and standing up from the table, “In fact, I think it’s time to reset our tummies for the second half.” Wrapping her arm around Misa’s, she pulled the padded gamer to her feet.
“Hnnng! Gah!”
*FFLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRT!!!*
Suddenly, right as Mia and Misa were about to make their way to where their assigned Lightning Laxatives were waiting, the iron grip Rupert had on his bowels turned to putty, causing him to splatter semi-soft mud into his diaper. Pumping her fist in the air, Kyoko celebrated her spiritual victory. “Get rekt, Rupert! The queen shall remain on her throne,” she said as she bent her knees, squatted down, and relieved her aching stomach.
“BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRCH!!!*
Witnessing Kyoko and Rupert shamelessly filling their pampers did little to boost Misa’a confidence. “N-No! I can’t let anyone see me doing…THAT!” she said, attempting to pry her arm from Mia’s grip. Sadly, years of gaming and zero strength training had failed to bless her with the muscle she needed to overpower the disgruntled and determined Baby New Year, “J-Just look at Ayaya’s diaper! She’s already won this round for us easily.”
Sitting on the far corner of the sound stage and mumbling to herself while seated atop her hyper-messy diaper, it was safe to say Ayaya’s brain had truly been broken. Since her big accident, she hadn’t so much as lifted a finger, making it pretty clear that she’d likely be out of commission for the rest of the challenge. It was all she could do to hold still and keep herself from jostling the mushy contents of her diaper.
Unfortunately, that was easier said than done thanks to Ayaya’s diaper-obsessed friend, Lelaya, constantly mashing her hands into the side of the bulbous pamper. “I gotta take you to messing comps with me more often! You’re a natural baby, Ayaya!” she said, each word she spoke driving another needle through Ayaya’s heart.
“Lelaya! Are you still playing or what?” asked Mia, shaking her head at Lelaya’s latest antics. For someone who complained about not getting to participate in Round One, she was certainly messing around a lot in Round Two, and not in the way they needed her to.
Wrapping her arms around Ayaya’s extremely-full diaper and giving it a big squeeze, Lelaya craned her neck back toward Mia and Misa, grinning like an idiot. “Heck yeah, I am…just gimme like…five more minutes,” she said just before mushing her face into Ayaya’s diaper and giving it a good snoof.
“Well, Misa, now you definitely have to take your Lightning Laxative,” said Mia, assuming Lelaya would be of little use to their team for the remainder of the round. At least Ayaya had messed enough for two. Seriously, where on Earth was she storing all of that? Keeping her arm intertwined with Misa’s, she marched the two of them down to where the Lightning Laxatives were waiting for them.
Lowering her head, Misa knew there was nothing she could say or do to get out of this. Of course, she could run but then she’d be in debt up to her eyeballs. Inhaling sharply through her nose, she caught a whiff of her competitors, recoiling from the ghastly odor they produced. “W-Why don’t you go fir-mmmMMM!” she said, her words getting cut off as she turned to face Mia, only for Mia to place a shot glass to her lips and force the foul-tasting liquid down her throat. It happened so fast that she swallowed on instinct, ceiling her messy fate once and for all.
“Bottoms up, bestie,” said Mia with a cruel smirk as she tipped back her own Lightning Laxative shot; its familiar, foreboding flavor sending her mind back to the New Year’s party for a brief moment. Placing a hand on her tummy, it only hit her then how much her belly pooched outward. She looked like she could be mistaken for being pregnant. Luckily, everyone else also had small potbellies from overeating, helping to mask her unfairly expanded innards.
Turning pale as a ghost, Misa began having a similar reaction to Ayaya’s, only hers was baked in months on online taunts. Ever since that day, her chat on Twatch had been filled with calls for her to get a taste of her own medicine. There were entire message boards dedicated to ways for Mia to take revenge, something that Misa found immensely amusing. However, as she felt the contents of her guts begin to conspire against her, those revenge fantasies no longer seemed nearly as funny. Mimicking Ayaya’s actions, she turned to move toward the edge of the stage, hoping to bum-rush her way off-set before the lightning began to strike, as it were.
Unfortunately for Misa, Ayaya didn’t have Mia standing directly next to her to wrap her arms around her midsection and prevent her from running off before the big accident. “I hope you’re not thinking of letting such a delicious money shot go to waste. I can’t wait to watch the clip of you shitting yourself on repeat over and over again,” said Mia, turning fully to the dark side. So what if Misa’s predicament was just something to take her mind off of the guilt she was feeling over cheating? This was a heaping helping of catharsis that she couldn’t help but overindulge in.
“M-Mia, p-please,” muttered Misa, a wave of cramps nearly sending her to her knees. She knew there was practically no point in begging. Mia was clearly on the warpath and no amount of niceties could make up for the humiliation she’d lobbed onto her previously. In a moment of sheer desperation, she bellowed out, “This isn’t fair! I-It was just supposed to be a funny goof! How could I have known how viral it would goOOOOOOO?!”
*PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!*
“Wa-oh! I think the moment we’ve all been waiting for is finally here,” said CassiRole, holding up a prop pair of opera glasses to mock Misa’s helpless situation. Ayaya’s messing may have been an unexpected highlight but regardless of its size, Misa was the real reason she wanted a messing comp in this episode in the first place. The murmuring audience fell silent and leaned forward in their seats in anticipation.
The gas had provided only momentary relief in Misa’s bowels. She’d long stopped pulling against Mia’s grip, focusing all of her attention on flexing her sphincter muscles. There was not a strong enough word in the English dictionary to describe the dread she was feeling. She could swear she felt her heart stop when the mother of all cramps barreled into her tummy with the force of a tsunami.
Ominous gurgling sounds echo from Misa’s stomach into Mia’s ear, signaling that it was finally time. “Three, two, one! Happy New Year!” She cheered as she crunched Misa’s belly with all the strength she had and, in doing so, set off her own internal chain reaction. Not that she cared. What was one more messing video between friends, after all? She and Misa gasped in unison as their butt bombs detonated simultaneously.
*SPBLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRCH!!!!!*
TO BE CONTINUED…
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