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DiapOut: Chapter 32
🕑 Added 2023-05-26 16:01:00 +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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“Look out! Waddles is coming through!” said Ayaya sarcastically as Mia slowly made her way back to their team’s spot on the board carrying a very soggy pamper between her legs. Shaking her head, she had a feeling Mia would be stupid enough to give herself the challenge instead of targeting the opposing team. She gritted her teeth as her eyes bounced between Mia’s watery grave, Lelaya’s straight jacket, and the increasingly docile and vacant expression that was painted on Misa’s face, “Seriously, do you three even want to fucking win?”
Throwing her arms in the air, Mia had been over Ayaya’s shitty attitude for a while now. However, whether it was the weight of the ten-gallon diaper she had on or merely that she’d finally hit her breaking point, she no longer found herself able to contain her very apparent annoyance. “What the hell did you expect?! You put me on the spot to pick the guy who less than thirty minutes ago couldn’t walk on his own. Not all of us are as heartless as you,” she said, holding nothing back after having already been through several heated arguments with Misa. Looking Ayaya up and down, she scoffed, “And you don’t have any room to talk. What exactly have you done for the team besides slip on a staircase and shit your brains out?”
Fuming from Mia’s comments, Ayaya stepped in close and got up in her teammate’s face. As the tallest member of the team, she wasn’t afraid to flaunt it when needed. She didn’t need to say anything. Her hostile body language did all the talking. It only took a few seconds to make Mia’s confidence buckle, forcing her to step back while avoiding direct eye contact. “That’s what I thought,” she said before rotating back toward CassiRole and the audience.
“That’s our Baby New Year! Give her a hand for tackling the challenge herself!” said Cassi, carrying on with the show now that all the contestants were back in place, “Let’s roll on, shall we? Kyoko! You may roll your die when ready.”
Holding the fist-sized dice in her hands, Kyoko wasted no time launching the dice forward. Having already counted the spaces ahead of her long before Mia’s challenge had been established, she crossed her fingers and hoped to hit one of the two blue spaces, which could be achieved by rolling a two or a five. Sadly, her hopes were quickly quelled as the lone die landed on the number three. She didn’t have to look to know what this meant. It was a one-in-six chance but she somehow managed to beat the odds and hit the only red punishment square within her radius.
“Oh no! Bad luck, Kyoko! Looks like it's time for punishment number two!” said Cassi, posing like she had to poop as she emphasized saying “number two.” A few begrudging chuckles emerged from the audience. Not that Cassi minded the lukewarm reception, “Oh, everyone’s a critic! My puns are top-tier!”
Turning to face the big screen for a fourth time, Kyoko held her breath as she waited to see what punishment would befall her. Regardless of what the outcome was, she knew she couldn’t use the veto that was in her back pocket as she was planning to save it for Rupert when needed.
The Potty Monster Strikes Back.
Instantly, Kyoko’s eyes shifted to the Soiled Swamp area of the map, where a pop-up image of a muck monster remained idle inside his prop toilet. Remembering that Cassi had previously referred to the gross-looking creature as the Potty Monster, she had a bad feeling that whatever her punishment was gonna be had something to do with the devious-looking monstrosity.
“Oh, boy! Unfortunately, Kyoko, there are some special challenges and punishments allocated to specific areas of the board. And since you and your team are currently standing on a space in the Soiled Swamp, that means you get to have a face-off with the Potty Monster!” shouted Cassi, riling up her audience while also filling the Messer’s lone female contestant with copious amounts of dread. Taking Kyoko by the hand, she walked across the stage, eagerly approaching the large, prop toilet in the center of a dirty diaper bog, “As we all know, Little’s who think they’re big enough for the potty wind up in the clutches of the Potty Monster. So, for your punishment, you’re going to hop up on the toilet here and let the Potty Monster pull you into his sloppy cell, where you will remain until your next turn! Just like the last punishment, this punishment is worth ten points.”
Nodding her head, Kyoko didn’t wait for Cassi to ask her if she accepted her punishment, stating proudly in spite of her faux lisp, “I’m weady.” Without any prompt, she ran up to the tall set piece and planted her hands on its base before hoisting herself up, unaware of how much she was putting her diaper on display as she did so. As she settled into her spot on the toilet seat, she was able to gaze at the wide-mouthed slide that was waiting below the spot where she was supposed to sit. The tube itself was coated in something brown and wet that she could only hope was leftover pudding from Round One.
“WHAT’S THIS?! SOME LITTLE BRAT THINKS SHE’S BIG ENOUGH TO SIT ON MY THRONE?!”
Suddenly, everyone went silent as a deep, booming voice echoed across the studio from a pair of speakers that were secretly built into the toilet prop. The voice needed no introduction. “DON’T YOU KNOW THE POTTY MONSTER EATS LITTLES LIKE YOU FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND DINNER?! AND YOU LOOK YUMMY ENOUGH FOR DESSERT!!!” said the voice, coinciding with the toilet seat that Kyoko was sitting on caving inward as if someone had just hit the plunger on a dunk tank.
With no time to react, Kyoko’s arms flew into the air as she slid down into the mouth of the toilet butt first. It was a frightening drop but thankfully the slide wasn’t long and the landing was soft. Unfortunately, that soft landing was comprised of a padded mat with several gallons of chocolate pudding dumped on top of it.
*SPLAT!*
Sinking into the chocolate mess, Kyoko scrambled to breach the surface of the knee-high pudding, slipping and falling multiple times in her attempt to stabilize herself. All the while, members of the audience went bananas, laughing at Kyoko as her exploits were displayed on the big monitor for all to see.
“Here, you might need this,” yelled Kyoko, cupping her hand around the side of her mouth as she shouted at the toilet. Grabbing a roll of toilet paper that had been stashed next to the set piece, she promptly tossed it in, stifling some laughter of her own as the roll bonked Kyoko on the head at the bottom, “Well, now that we’ve learned precisely why potty training is a bad idea, let’s move on to the next-
*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*
Before she could finish her intro for the next player, an alarm began to sound off, with its speaker perched atop the glass cylinder that Zeke was inside of. All eyes fell on him as he slumped over in the Walker Pro, his muscles giving out after holding a strained position for too long. His spine arched back as the base of his diaper mashed into the seat of the walker and, subsequently, the vibrator that was housed underneath.
Sadly, Zeke wasn’t even allowed to enjoy the full force of the vibrator for longer than a few seconds before Nanny Iris plucked him out of the Walker Pro. “Naughty baby! You should know better than to play during naptime,” she said, rolling toward the glass door and exiting the cylinder with Zeke cradled in her arms.
Looking back and forth between the cooing audience and his disgruntled teammates, a massive amount of guilt now rested firmly on Zeke’s shoulders. His overconfidence had cost his team a massive chunk of the points they’d earned up to this point. If his team had any chance at winning, then he’d need to step it up big time once his turn came around again.
“I guess Buggy Baby’s Nighttime Ride was a bit too much for poor Zeke! Sorry Messers, you just lost 25 points,” said Cassi, her wide smile and cheery tone both in stark contrast to the news she was delivering. Up on the board, Cade and Rupert sighed as they watched 25 of their hard-earned points disappear in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, Kyoko’s reaction was nowhere near as subdued as she slammed her fist against the surface of the chocolate pudding. “Goddess-damn it Zeke! You had one fucking job,” she grumbled to herself, wishing she was still with her team so she could give Zeke a stern talking-to after his loss. Knowing she needed to cool herself down, she leaned back and took in as big of a breath as she could, practically tasting the chocolate aroma that permeated around her. She should’ve known better than to trust her team to pull their weight. If they were gonna win this, then it was all going to be on her shoulders as usual.
“Okay! We had a brief detour to the loser’s circle but now I can say with certainty that we are ready for our next player to roll the dice!” stated Kyoko, getting the show back on track as she turned to view the Wetters. She cocked her head to the side playfully as someone on their team was clearly not visible, “Oh, Misa! Come out, come out wherever you are!”
Looking back and forth confused for a moment, Ayaya rolled her eyes when she spotted Misa crouched down behind the rest of the group as if by doing so, their illustrious host and the rest of production would forget about her turn. Ayaya stepped to the side, causing Mia and Lelaya to do the same and leaving Misa exposed for all to see.
“Oh, there you are! You were so Little that we couldn’t see you, pumpkin!” said Cassi, milking Misa’s blushy complexion for all it was worth, “Go ahead and roll your dice, baby girl! I’m sure you’re as excited as everyone else to see what happens next.”
Wetters: 156.1 (+/-10) points
Messers: 136.7 points
TO BE CONTINUED…
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