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DiapOut: Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2022-12-28 17:00:05 +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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“Shit!”
Sitting in the cafeteria alone, a freshman Kyoko was having the worst day of her life. She’d only been attending West Edmonton Tech for a little over two months and the stress was eating her alive. Why didn’t someone tell her that you didn’t NEED to fill your maximum class load every semester during sign-ups? Now that midterms were fast approaching, she was feeling the pressure to perform well or potentially lose the scholarships and honor student status she had earned.
Needless to say, the weight hanging over Kyoko’s head was growing larger by the second. So it wasn’t at all a surprise that her diaper-wearing habits had gotten more frequent. She’d lucked into having a dorm room all to herself, despite being a first-year student. Finally possessing a space all to herself, she felt free to let herself indulge in her deepest, kinkiest desires.
Sadly, on this day, Kyoko’s desire for a bit of babyish relief had cost her. Staring down at her lap, she grimaced as she spotted a large, wet stain forming at the base of her crotch that spread all across her lap and rear of her pants. Leaking in public was one thing but leaking in the middle of campus around the people she’d be spending the next four years with was another beast entirely. To make matters worse, her dorm was on the far edge of campus and she had nothing to cover her humiliation with. Heck, she wasn’t even sure she could make it out of the cafeteria without someone noticing. She lowered her head behind her backpack and began to weep silently, the frustration finally getting to her.
*Clink!*
Kyoko’s head snapped to attention as the sound of someone setting something down on the table she was sitting at alerted her to raise her guard. Looking across the table, she spotted a skinny guy who had set his trey down across from her without so much as asking first. “H-Hey, sorry. I’m not really looking for company,” she said, trying to hide the fact that she was just crying as best as she could.
*Snap!*
Instead of leaving, the guy across from her simply cracked open his can of ginger ale and took a long sip, avoiding eye contact the whole time as if Kyoko wasn’t even there. As he moved to set the can back down, he purposefully reached too far, placing his beverage on the raised edge of his trey and causing it to tip over.
The yellow liquid quickly spread across the flat surface and waterfalled onto Kyoko’s lap before she could even blink. The ice-cold drink shocked her out of her seat in an instant. “Gah!! What the hell?!” she shouted as the sticky beverage soaked into her jeans, completely masking the pee that had trickled out of her diaper as her entire side was now drenched. The sudden rise in volume had drawn the eyes of the other cafeteria patrons to both her and the mystery man.
“Shoot, I’m so sorry! Let me go get you some napkins,” the guy said in a way that sounded almost performative as he quickly got up from his seat. Moving past Kyoko, he leaned in and whispered, “Hopefully my accident covered yours up enough,” before rushing off to find something to wipe off with.
Dumbfounded, Kyoko grabbed a chair from a nearby empty table and timidly sat down as she waited for the guy to return with the napkins he promised. Turning to look at the other patrons in the cafeteria, she was shocked and relieved to see all of them resume their dinners without so much as a second glance. Despite her initial reaction, this random guy's drink spill had saved her from causing a far more embarrassing scene. Beyond that, he also clocked that she was wearing a leaky diaper while she was seated, something that would require him to have at least some level of ABDL knowledge. “Who are you?” she pondered curiously as she leaned back in her chair and cracked a soft smile.
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Tapping her foot as she sipped at her half-empty can of Canada Dry, Kyoko let out a relieved sigh as the smooth, fizzy soda danced across her tongue. A lot had happened between her and Zeke since the day they met and he saved her from a humiliating trudge across campus. Who would’ve guessed that the events of that day would be the foundation of the WET Diaper Lovers Club? She was too proud to ever admit it but all of this would never have been possible without Zeke. Knowing there was someone else just like her gave her the confidence to stand up for what she believed in.
“There you are! Your pop was starting to get warm,” said Kyoko, waving a petrified Zeke over to her. It took her less than two seconds to realize that something wasn’t right with him. Her eyes followed him as he stiffly sat down next to her without so much as a glance in her general direction, “Hey, you okay?”
Nodding his head like a spasming robot, Zeke was doing a terrible job maintaining his composure. “I…Look, I don’t even know what just happened, okay?” he said sharply in a rare moment of vexation. Gone was his usual calm demeanor, turning him into a ball of anxiety, “Can we just drop it for now and focus on the next challenge? I really don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Um…sure,” said Kyoko, not used to seeing her best friend so distressed. As much as she wanted to probe him for more information, she had bigger things to focus on. Zeke was right. Whatever drama he was dealing with could wait until they were $500,000 richer.
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“Mia Holbrook!” shouted Keelee as she entered the green room for the second time. This time, she had a small bottle tucked away under her clipboard.
Nudging a napping Mia with her shoulder, Misa helped get Mia’s attention. “Hey, dude. I think you’re needed for something,” she said in a hushed voice so as not to stir Lelaya from her slumber.
Stretching at her arms and legs, a very sore Mia got up from her seat and staggered over to the door of the green room where Keelee was waiting for her, her diaper crinkling in her tired ears with every step. “What’s going on? Are we starting soon?” she asked, holding back a big yawn.
“We are but I need to talk to you privately for a sec-OOF!,” said Keelee, interrupted by Ayaya as she came bursting through the door, bumping into Keelee in the process.
“Oops! Sorry,” said Ayaya, flashing a smile that looked far from apologetic.
Folding her arms, Misa shook her head at Ayaya. “And where have you been? Mia and I searched for you for like thirty minutes!” she said, doing little to hide her annoyance.
“My B! I was just getting better acquainted with some of the production staff,” said Ayaya, fluffing up her hair as she strutted across the green room and sat down with her phone, cheekily texting away.
Rolling her eyes, Keelee scoffed as she held the door open for Mia and ushered her into the hallway, away from prying ears. As soon as the door closed, she tucked her clipboard under her arm and presented the bottle to Mia, “Production asked me to give this to you. Take two when we call everyone to places.”
Accepting the bottle, Mia was confused why production was giving her a labelless container full of pills. “What is it?” she asked tepidly, her concern growing.
Sighing, Keelee motioned for Mia to lean in closer as she spoke softly, “They’re pills that increase the elasticity of your gastrointestinal tract, allowing your body to process more fecal matter. In other words, these things make you shit a lot.”
“W-Why on Earth would I take this?!” said Mia, attempting to pass the bottle back to Keelee as if by merely holding it, she’d succumb to the pill’s effects.
Shushing Mia in an effort to calm her down, Keelee recognized how stupid it was for production to think they could get away with this without letting Mia in on what was happening. “I told them you’d never take it blindly but did they listen? No,” she said, showing off how disgruntled she was with her higher-ups, “This is gonna suck to hear but I’m gonna let you in on a trade secret. Basically, all of the game shows you see on television are rigged in one way or another. And Congratulations, since you’ve got the most notoriety of everyone playing, production wants to see you make it as far as you can. It would be a disaster for ratings if the Baby New Year and her friends were completely out of the game after the second round.”
Mia was at a loss for words as she stared at Keelee, her mouth slightly agape. In the back of her mind, she’d always kind of known these shows were rigged. And yet, that somehow didn’t lessen the blow at all. “So…you want me to cheat?” she asked as whatever positive feelings she had toward this show began to fade rapidly.
Rubbing the back of her neck, Keelee found herself unable to look Mia in the eye. “Basically yes. Since the next round requires a lot of diaper messing, this is as unfair of an advantage as it gets. Sorry, there isn’t a good way to sugarcoat that,” she said coldly, “Personally, I’m not really a fan of this either. But I’m just the messenger on this one. Try to look at it this way; by the end of the night, there’s a good chance you’ll have 500k burning a hole in your pocket.”
Before Mia had a chance to say anything else, an alarm on Keelee’s phone went off, signaling to her that Round Two was about to start. “I gotta go. Just take the pills. I’m sorry,” she said before dashing off down the hallway, leaving Mia all alone with her conscience.
Gazing at the bottle in her hand, Mia didn’t know what to think. Was she really capable of cheating? The thought alone made her feel dirty like she no longer deserved to win, let alone play. She twisted off the cap and looked inside, seeing about a dozen white, chalky pills. If she wasn’t nervous for Round Two to start before, she certainly was now.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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