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DiapOut: Chapter 24
🕑 Added 2023-03-29 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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“Five minutes to places! Contestants, please make your way back to the set!”
“Fuck, Kyoko should be back by now,” said Zeke, his hands becoming fidgety as his anxiety began to set in. Moving to the green room’s entrance, he poked his head out the door for the thousandth time, finding Kyoko nowhere in sight.
Placing a gentle hand on Zeke’s back, Cade did his best to comfort his panicking friend. “C’mon, let’s just go grab Rupert and head to the set. For all we know, Kyoko’s already waiting for us there,” he said, doing his best to be reassuring.
“Alright but keep trying her phone until we find her,” said Zeke, prompting Cade to call Kyoko yet again. With Cade taking care of that issue, he turned his attention toward rounding up Rupert, who had been unusually quiet since the end of Round Two, “Where’s Rupert, by the way?”
Pointing to a pile of coats stacked on a couch in the corner of the room with his phone pinched between his ear, Cade responded, “He said he was feeling nauseous or something, so he decided to lay down for a bit.”
Moving to the far corner of the green room and peeling back one of the various coats covering Rupert’s entire body, Zeke was just happy that he didn’t have to go running around to find two of his teammates. Leaning down, he nudged Rupert a few times before finally getting him to stir from his slumber. “Hey Rupe, it’s time to head to the studio for Round Three,” he said softly, not wanting to put Rupert in a bad mood with a startling wake-up call. Strangely, though, as soon as Rupert lifted his head and began looking around, Zeke knew something was off, “You feeling okay, buddy?”
Shaking his head without saying a word, Rupert clutched his forehead and physically tried to shake whatever ill feeling had come over him. Right off the bat, he could tell this wasn’t an illness that he was familiar with. There was no intense pain or overt fatigue. Instead, he was overcome by an insane amount of brain fog and a topsy-turvy feeling in his stomach. His hands shifted to his gut as
*GUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRGGGGLE!!!*
“UghhhhH!” groaned Rupert, his hands shifted to his gut as a wealth of internal pressure rocked his body. His eyes fluttered to stay open as he rolled over to his side on the stiff couch clutching his stomach.
Not knowing what was wrong or how to fix what was happening to Rupert, Zeke was missing Kyoko more than ever right now. “C-Cade! I think something’s wrong with Rupert!”
Pulling the phone away from his face, it took Cade a couple of seconds to process what Zeke had said. Once he caught sight of Rupert’s predicament, he rushed into action, sprinting across the room to his best friend’s side. Dude, you okay?” he asked, doing little to hide the concern in his voice.
“Mmmmm…head swimmy…tummy huwty,” said Rupert, dragging his limp arm across his forehead as he struggled to center his focus.
Glancing at each other, Zeke and Cade were both at a loss over what their friend had just told them, or more accurately, how their friend told them. “Tummy…huwty?” asked Zeke, confused by the childish lisp that Rupert was now using. As far as he was aware, Rupert was much more of a DL than an AB, and as such, didn’t really engage with Little Space even when diapered. To see him acting like this now was out of character, to say the very least, “Maybe it’s withdrawal? I don’t think I’ve ever seen either of you go this long without getting high.”
“Nuh-uh, weed is non-addictive. It doesn’t cause withdrawal symptoms. Come on. Let’s get him to the studio. Maybe there’s a first response team we can talk to,” said Cade, taking command of the situation for the sake of his buddy. With Zeke’s help, he managed to pull Rupert to his feet, placing an arm around both his and Zeke’s shoulders, “Uppsie daisy! Now we’re walking.”
*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRT!!!*
Unfortunately, as Zeke and Cade pulled Rupert up, the strain that it placed on his midsection proved to be all that was needed to activate Rupert’s weakened bowels. “Ugh! We really could use Kyoko right about now!” grunted Zeke, doing his best to support Rupert’s huskier body type with his pencil-thin arms while the smell of his diaper permeated all around the trio. Thanks to the situation with Rupert, there was zero time to spare toward finding their missing leader. All they could do was hope to find Kyoko on set when they arrived.
Meanwhile, while the Messers struggled between vanishing teammates and sudden sickness, the Wetters were moving with as little urgency as possible. After Mia and Misa’s fight, the pair of them didn’t speak another word to each other or anyone else for the rest of the break, with Lelaya stuck in the middle and unable to pick a side. “H-Hey, I think we need to get going. Maybe, since the next round is starting, we can put all this poopoo stuff behind us. Plus, we should probably find out what Ayaya’s been up to this whole time,” she said, attempting to both lighten the mood and motivate her allies. Sadly, she appeared to succeed in neither.
“Fine, I’ll go but don’t expect me to do anything. I’ll be participating as little as humanly possible until the round is over and I can finally go the fuck home,” said Misa, jumping to her feet with spiteful vigor and waltzing out the door without another word.
Sighing, Lelaya was at least satisfied that Misa was heading to the set, even if she was planning to sabotage the team from the inside once the next round formally started. “Alright, we’ve got cranky bab up and moving, so the hard part’s over. Let’s go, Mia! We’re gonna need you to put those messing skills to good use.”
“I’m not going,” said Mia, hanging her head as her guilt over what she did to Misa, as well as her decision to cheat in the second round, threatened to suffocate her, “I know, I’m gonna get sued to hell and back for this but I don’t care. I did something so cruel to Misa and now I don’t know if we’ll ever be friends again.” Pressing her hands to her eyes, she wiped away the quickly forming tears, trying to avoid becoming a complete mess before the next round kicked off.
Never one to enjoy seeing anyone sad, much less a dear friend, Lelaya threw her arms around Mia and gave her a big hug. “Nuuuuuu! No sad!” she said, doing little to control the volume of her voice, “You’re not gonna be a grumpy gills on my watch! This is supposed to be fun! You and I are going to hash this out with Misa right now! No more frowny faces for either of you!” Putting on her best “Big” impression, she grabbed Mia by the wrist and yanked her to her feet before dragging her toward the door.
“W-Wait! Oof!” shouted Mia, bumping into the side of the green room door hard as Lelaya trotted her toward the path of reconciliation.
Little did Mia and Lelaya know that as soon as they left, a pair of sneaky production assistants entered the green room led by their overlord, Keelee. “Search their bags. If what Cassi says is true, they should be with either Cade's or Rupert’s stuff,” she said, standing guard by the doorway.
Without hesitating, the two PAs quickly moved from bag to bag, digging through all the zippers and pockets as they hunted for one thing in particular. “Found it,” said one of the PAs, standing over Cade’s bag and holding up a pack of hard candy weed edibles, “They’ve got a bunch of other shit in here too. Do you want to take all of it?”
“No, we don’t want to arouse suspicion. Don’t take more than would be noticeable,” said Keelee, prompting her to rush over to her PA to direct him, “We won’t need the flower. Just a few of those gummy-looking things and some of the hard candy.” The PA begins loading up a ziplock bag full of Cade’s goodies. “Let’s be quick too. I don’t want anyone to wander in and-”
“What the…” said Ayaya, standing in the doorway with a shocked look on her face as she tried to deduce what shenanigans were going on in the green room. Realizing that theft was currently in progress, she shifted into her typically cocky demeanor as she gingerly approached Keelee, “Well, well, well, here I was, coming back to touch up my make-up, only to find you here, hand fully inside the cookie jar.”
Staring down Ayaya with the heat of a million suns, Keelee didn’t get this far in show business by showing her neck. “Finish up what you’re doing and get back to set. I’ll deal with our lovely contestant,” she said, instructing her PAs to finish up their burglary before bolting out of the room. Left alone with Ayaya, she folded her arms and sighed, “Alright, what’s it gonna take to keep your mouth shut?”
“Tsk tsk! You think so little of me to believe I would extort you?” said Ayaya, her over-dramatic tone telling Keelee all she needed to know. Snickering with delight, she tapped her chin playfully with her pointer finger, contemplating how to play this, “We could just keep this a secret between friends, ya know. So long as the two of us are friends, after all.”
Narrowing her gaze, Keelee lifted an eyebrow, her expression lightening up a bit. “Well, that’d be mighty kind of you. I’d say that makes us pretty good friends,” she said, her eyes saying something completely different than her mouth. Of course, there was zero chance Ayaya wasn’t going to let such a juicy piece of information slip through her fingers. She just had to wait to see what Ayaya’s endgame was.
Unfortunately, Ayaya wasn’t ready to show all of her cards just yet. Instead, she decided to keep the terms of their “friendship” as vague as possible. “That’s wonderful! I do love making new friends. And since friends do favors for each other, I know you’ll be there to back me up if I’m ever in need of one,” she said, placing a future favor from Keelee in her back pocket as she extended her hand to seal the deal.
Begrudgingly, Keelee accepted Ayaya’s hand, knowing that either in the near or distant future, she’d be at the entitled steamer’s beckoned call. “So what? Do I get to paint your nails and call you sis now?” she said sarcastically, ripping her hand away from Ayaya’s grasp coldly and heading toward the door, “Only two minutes left to places and I can’t help you if Jackson gets pissed if you’re late.”
Left alone in the green room, everything appeared to be falling into place for Ayaya. “Don’t worry about Jackey-boy. I’ve got him as wrapped around my finger as you now are,” she said to herself, giggling manically.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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