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Escape From Baby Island - Episode Two
🕑 Added 2021-08-22 17:00:05 +0000 UTCFour contestants were already back at the lodge when the time ran out. Their game of hide and go tag had gotten out of hand, but now they were starting to catch their breath.
Art had grown a little nervous about his position, once he found out he’d been the second to get tagged. Still, he had a healthy nine points over the next contestant.
Miranda and Benji were commiserating off to the side. As the third and fourth to be tagged, they were in a pretty healthy spot and both knew it - it was more the embarrassment of how they’d both lost that was getting to them.
Sam, though, was pissed.
“Are you kidding me?” she complained, to a completely unconcerned Liam. She’d spat out her pacifier and just had gotten a hand removing the mittens and booties, leaving her just in her tank top and diaper.
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Sam: “This is completely unfair! I got screwed over in the egg hunt, and then I got screwed over in hide and seek - What the f[BEEP] do they expect me to do?” Putting a hand to her belly, she added, “Ugh, and whatever was in those stupid candies…”
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While they all stood around, a distant honking gave away Greg’s approach. “Woo!” he cheered, jogging up from the back. He’d gotten the hang of moving quickly despite his various impediments, and he showed it off as he ran up to the waiting area.
Liam waited for him to get back, and then, noting that they were still one contestant short, signalled to a crew member to go get her while Greg removed the most awkward elements of his outfit, leaving on the shortalls, tanktop, and slightly soggy diaper but removing everything else.
A few moments passed, while the players commiserated over how sideways things had gone, and how none of them had expected the games to be like this.
Eventually, though, they all spotted Katie waddling up from the back of the playground. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her face was burning red as she steadfastly avoided eye contact with anyone, the bunny ears of her footie PJs flopping from side to side.
“What’s her deal?” Art asked. Then, as she came within smelling distance, he wrinkled up his nose and took a step back. “Oh. Oh.”
“Shut up!” Katie snapped.
“I didn’t say anything!” Art said, holding up his hands defensively.
Liam stepped in, flashing his charming announcer grin at a camera. “That was an exciting round of action! Katie, as the only contestant not to get caught, how do you feel right now?”
“I hate this, I hate you, I hate this stupid show,” Katie fumed.
“Man, her attitude about winning stinks,” Liam quipped, winking right at the camera. “Or, at least, something does!”
“UGH!”
Katie stormed off to the side, fuming as she waited for the results to be announced.
Looking around, Liam walked up to Sam next. “Disappointing performance, you’ve got to admit.”
“I did everything I could,” Sam said, holding a hand to her stomach. “It was all just- ugh, it was the worst luck. If I make it past this round, I’m going to kill Greg.”
“We had a contestant write in on social media,” Liam added, pausing to read the message being held up on a behind-the-camera cue card. “‘What happened was some crap luck, I hope you don’t get eliminated. You’ve got my vote!’ Sounds like some people are really pulling for you!”
“Yeah, well, we’ll see.”
“Well, let’s go to the scoring,” Liam said. “Contestants, line up!”
They did, all of them giving Katie just a little more space than anyone else. She noticed, and gave everyone a lethal glare.
“Now, here’s your scores after the first round,” Liam said, waving a hand off to the side.
Katie: 38 points
Greg: 27 points
Miranda: 24 points
Benji: 16 points
Art: 8 points
Sam: -1 point
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Sam: “Bullshit. Bull. Shit. Ugh… And whatever was in those ‘candies’ they had us eat is making me feel sick.”
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Art: “Well, I’m safe, as long as the fans don’t hate me.”
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Greg: “Don’t hate the player, hate the game, baby!” Glancing down, he added, “Uh. Maybe not ‘Baby’, but you know what I mean.”
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“Now, there were nearly a hundred votes cast in total,” Liam continued. “So, let’s go down the list. Katie, you received a total of twenty two votes! I guess you made quite a splash - or should I say, quite a squish!”
Katie buried her face in her hands, burning bright read as the score display changed.
Katie: 60
“Greg, you’ve got some real fans, too - eight votes!”
Greg: 35
“Miranda received the most votes of any contestant, with a whopping twenty three!”
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Miranda: “Huh? I mean… thank you, thank you so much, but…” She bit her lip, a bit of her braces showing as she looked off to the side. “I’m just me. Why am I so popular?”
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Miranda: 47
“Benji, you were looking alright on score, but you’re looking very safe with an extra eight votes!”
Benji: 24
Benji beamed, happy to be in a comfortable position. The only way Sam would overtake them was with twenty five votes, and Liam had already made it clear that nobody had gotten more than Miranda’s twenty three.
That just left two contestants. Art eyed Sam nervously, and Sam glared at the back of Greg’s head.
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Art: I don’t know, man. I did my best, but Sam could take this from me if I’m not lucky.
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Sam: I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve it at all. I did my best and got screwed over at every turn.
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“Art,” Liam said. “Several voters commended your sportsmanship, but it didn’t do very much to help your popularity - with only seven votes, you were the least popular contestant for this round.”
Art: 15
Sam held her breath. Art waited, crossing both his fingers.
“Sam, I’m sorry,” Liam said, waiting for a long pause. “I lied to you, when I said that Miranda got the most votes - That honor actually goes to you with an incredible twenty six votes! Congratulations, you’re making it to the next episode of Escape From Baby Island!”
Sam pumped her fist in the air in excitement. “YES! WOO!”
There were high fives all around - with Liam, with Miranda, with Benji. Even Art stepped up, giving her a high five and a congratulatory nod.
“I’m very sorry, Art, but that means you have been eliminated,” Liam said.
“Yeah,” Art shrugged. “I figured. It was fun while it lasted, and hey - at least I don’t gotta actually use this thing.”
“That’s an optimistic way of looking at things,” Liam agreed. “Now, there’s just one more thing - You still have a chance to win some cash.”
That got everyone’s attention, especially Art’s.
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Art: “What’s this about some money? I’d take some money.”
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“If you keep your current clothes on until you get home, as well as just a couple additions chosen to celebrate your astounding performance as first to be eliminated, you’ll get a check for one thousand dollars,” Liam said.
Art did the math in his head, looking down at his outfit - a diaper and a tank top, and nothing else. “All the way home? Like, walking through the front door of my house.”
“We’d give you flip flops so you’re not barefoot,” Liam assured him.
Nodding, Art thought about it. “Let’s see… that’s like ten hours away. I’m pretty sure I can hold it that long, and I definitely won’t end up like Katie over there.” He sniggered, and Katie’s face turned even redder. “Alright, I’ll do it!”
“Great!” Liam said. “Now, just a couple extra things for you to wear - we’ve got a hat, and to celebrate your lack of victory…”
From off screen, a crew member walked up with the blue flip-flops, a large cone-shaped “hat” that read “#1 LOSER” in big letters, and… well, Art wasn’t sure to make of it. It had the plastic guard of a pacifier, but instead of a plastic ring, it looked like a party horn was stuck to the front of it.
“Keep this in your mouth for the whole way home, and you’ll get your prize,” Liam said, winking as he added, “And don’t take off the hat on purpose.”
Art blinked a couple times, then shrugged and took the proffered accessories. “Hey, when in Baby Island, do like a Baby.” Popping in the party horn pacifier, he turned and raised his middle and index fingers on both hands, making a wheezing “Fweeee” sound as he blew into the horn, lisping around the guard. “Peath, babieth!”
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“Everyone else - You’ve earned a day of relaxation. You’re free to relax in your rooms, visit the beach on the north side of the island, and generally do whatever you’d like, so long as you’re in a diaper at all times. Diaper changes will be offered before every meal and just before bed, so I’d advise using your potty training and avoiding having too many accidents if you know you won’t get a clean diaper for a while.” Winking at Katie, he added, “Of course, not all of you can help it.”
Sam and Greg exchanged wary glances. They hadn’t been dosed up with laxatives like Katie had, but they had both taken something that was making their tummies rather upset, and dinner time was still a long, long ways away.
Benji was the first to return to the lodge, and they quickly noticed something. “Hey! Where the heck are our clothes?”
That got everyone’s attention - their clothes, which had been hastily discarded during the rush to get dressed in the last event, were nowhere to be seen.
“Oh, you won’t be needing those,” Liam clarified, to the confused contestants looking back at him. “When you need different clothes for the challenges tomorrow, you’ll get them!”
That left everyone wearing… whatever they were wearing. Greg and Katie at least had something covering their diapers - juvenile shortalls and a bunny romper, respectively - but everyone else didn’t even have something to cover up their padding. Once they had accidents, and it was inevitable that they would, there wouldn’t be any hiding it from each other… or from the camera crew.
The awkwardness was palpable as everyone tried to relax. Katie refused to sit down, preferring to stand over in the corner away from everyone else and brood.
Sam was pacing as she held a hand over her stomach. Her belly was loudly gurgling as the ‘candy’ she’d taken did its work, but she fought it for an admirably long time. Finally, the athlete announced to the room, “I’m going for a walk.”
Heading to the door, she passed by Benji, and spoke quietly enough that nobody else could hear - though the microphones still picked it up. “Meet me outside in five minutes. Don’t tell anyone.”
Benji blinked but didn’t otherwise react as Sam left. Greg was chatting with Miranda about what to expect from tomorrow’s games, and Katie was off on her own. Nobody had noticed.
After five minutes had passed, they said, “I guess I’ll go check out the beach,” wandering off to go find Sam.
Sam hadn’t gone far. She was just sitting on the sand a few hundred yards north of the lodge, far enough away from the tide that water wouldn’t wash up on her and soak into her diaper.
“You wanted to talk?” Benji asked, sitting cross-legged next to her.
“Yeah, I- ugh,” Sam said. “You and I need to be on a team.”
Benji raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“You saw how the voting went,” Sam said. “Miranda and Katie are obviously going to win this if we don’t do something. The two of them got a ton of votes and we can’t compete.”
“You got a ton of votes, too,” Benji pointed out, crossing their arms. “It’s really me and Greg who should be working together, by that logic.”
“Yeah, but…” Sam groaned. “But, I only got votes because of sympathy points. Miranda’s got some sort of cute-nerd-schtick going on, and Katie shit her pants on camera, scored more points than any of us, and still got a ton of votes.”
“Yeah, I noticed that,” Benji said, frowning.
“It’s that ‘hot cheerleader’ look she’s got, it has to be. And do you really trust Greg to watch your back?” Sam continued. “He’ll betray you the instant he thinks it’ll give him an edge.”
“We don’t even know what the next challenge will be,” Benji said. “How do you propose we ‘team up’?”
“We’ll have to play it by- by ear, but I want to watch each other’s backs,” Sam said, stumbling as she fought off another cramp. “Help each other out, wherever we can. If possible, we should try and undercut the others, too - Greg sucks, but he’ll be watching for me to hurt him, and he’s not as dangerous in the long run. If we go after Miranda first, then Katie, then Greg, it’ll just be the two of us in the finals.”
Benji made a face. “And what if I don’t want to face you in the finals?”
Sam shrugged. “Who would you rather be up against? Greg’s at as athletic… urg…” She blushed, putting a hand over her mouth, and the microphone on her tank top distinctly picked up a gurgling, mucky sound coming from her diaper. A second later, a hiss joined the noises, and she looked away from the camera.
“Yeah, I get what you’re saying,” Benji conceded, wrinkling their nose and scooting a couple feet further away. “I can either go up against an athlete like you or Greg, or one of the popular girls.”
“Uh… yeah,” Sam said. “Do we have a deal?”
Benji nodded. “Deal. Are you going to, uh… use the golden egg you got?”
Sam looked down at her diaper, which had visibly yellowed around the crotch, and would no doubt be sagging heavily around the back if she stood. She could get a change immediately if she used the egg she won, but… that would mean giving up an advantage that could come in handy later.
“I’m saving it,” Sam said.
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Back inside, Greg wasn’t doing much better in his fight against the drugs, but he was playing it cool, talking right into the nearest camera. “I just want to be totally clear, this is ‘cause of that crap I took after the egg hunt, I…”
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Greg: “Ladies, look away.”
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Leaning against the counter, he blushed and gave up trying to fight the laxatives that were swimming around in his system. His diaper was already wet, but even through the denim shortalls, the seat clearly bulged out a little.
Miranda giggled, putting a hand to her mouth as Greg made a face and stuck out his tongue.
“Yee-uck,” Greg said, loudly, still smirking. “Man, I’ve done Mud Runs, but this is ridiculous.” He winked at the camera, playing it cool as he called across the room. “Katie, this is what had you all worked up? Afraid to get your butt dirty?”
Katie just blushed deeper.
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Diaper changes were, at least, private. By the time dinner rolled around, three stinky butts - and two soggy ones - were all lined up, waiting for their turn to get changed in the private changing room.
“I’m going first,” Katie insisted, shoving her way to the front, her bunny ears flopping on her head as she got right up to the door.
“Why are you still wearing that?” Greg asked.
“They… didn’t give back my tank top,” Katie admitted. “And I’m not going topless for you!”
“Yeah, please don’t,” Skip said.
“You don’t need more fan appeal,” Sam muttered.
Miranda smirked. “I bet she just doesn’t want us to see her diaper.”
“UGH!” Katie groaned. “Shut up, twerp!”
A light above the door beeped, signalling that the changing station was available for the pre-dinner diaper changes. Katie practically pulled the door off its hinges in her haste to get started.
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Miranda played things tactically. She waited until just before bedtime, loitering out in front of the changing booth. She didn’t exactly have privacy, but...
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Miranda: “Of course I don’t like doing this, and I could hold it longer, but… y’know. It’s gonna happen eventually.” Blushing, she bit her lip and looked away from the camera. “I guess this is the best way to do it? Time it so I can get clean right away?”
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Walking around the corner so that the other contestants - who were all merely soggy - wouldn’t see, Miranda squatted down and scrunched up her face.
“Mm-mph,” she grunted, blushing bright red as her diaper began to sag. After several long moments of effort, her face showed relief, and then her nose scrunched up and she grimaced.
Getting up, she waddled sheepishly to the back of the line for a diaper change.
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BWAAAAP!
An air horn roused the five remaining contestants from their beds, all of whom stumbled, startled, and scrambled to respond to what was happening.
Greg, who was enjoying his room to himself now that Art was out of the competition, took a moment to stretch and scratch his butt. His diaper was wet.
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Greg: “I mean… was I expected to hold it until morning so I could pee my pants later? I’m thinking strategically.” Tapping his forehead, he said, “Think. Gotta get a full night’s rest if you want to compete, can’t do that with a full night’s bladder.”
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Katie had taken off her bunny sleeper to go to bed, citing that it was too warm and denying claims that she was just trying to get topless to be on TV. Despite her best to refute those allegations, though, she wandered out of her shared bedroom without getting dressed first, investigating the airhorn blast topless.
Daylight was streaming through the windows, with the earliest light of the morning still suffused with reds and purples of sunrise.
Sam shuffled out a moment later, in her tank top. Benji was the next to come out, looking around blearily. Miranda was last, yawning and rubbing her eyes sleepily, her braces glinting slightly in the early morning light.
There was a sign propped up by the back door, reading, “Challenge starts at 6:45.” The clock on the wall read 6:40, leaving only a few minutes for everyone to get dressed and ready themselves for whatever challenge came next. Greg had a glass of water and ate a banana in two bites, readying himself for the day.
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Greg: “Ideally I’d like some protein, but there’s no time to fry an egg, so I’m making do with what’s on hand.”
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Katie eventually got dressed in her bunny pajamas again, and as 6:45 rolled around, they all shuffled out to see what they’d be doing that morning.
“Good morning, contestants!” Liam Trickle said, standing in front of a table covered by a sheet. “I hope you’re all well rested and ready for breakfast!”
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Greg: “Oh, well. If I’d known that I wouldn’t have eaten.”
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Miranda: Yawning, she said, “If you want me to be well rested you can’t wake me up this early. Sometimes I don’t even go to bed this early.”
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Liam beamed at the camera. “I’m sure by now, you’re all thinking that you’re too big to be back in diapers - and now’s your chance to prove it. The winner of this preliminary challenge will not only get a major advantage in the main event today, you’ll also be granted access to the crew bathroom for the remainder of the day! That’s right - you don’t have to wear diapers.”
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Katie: “You bet your ass I’m going to win this. I am not going to- never mind. I’m winning this.”
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“What’s the challenge?” Benji asked, raising their hand. “You said we had to ‘prove it’?”
“That’s right,” Liam said. “I’ve got a change of clothes for everyone - very adult clothes, in fact! You all get to put on grown up underwear, pants, and a shirt, and then you’ll be directed to a private booth. All you have to do to prove you’re the most adult contestant on the show is to not pee your pants.”
“That’s it?” Katie asked.
“Easy!” Greg added.
“For how long?” Miranda inquired.
Everyone paused, waiting for the response.
“You have to avoid peeing your pants longer than anyone else,” Liam said. “The first contestant to go potty in their pants will be penalized in the main event today, but if you hold out the longest before wetting yourself, you get an advantage and your toilet privileges. But if you want to just admit you’re a baby, well, that’s fine too. If you ask to be put back in diapers at any point before losing control, you won’t be penalized, you won’t get any disadvantages, aaaand you won’t get to change that diaper until voting ends for the day. Think hard about this - the second challenge won’t be until the afternoon, so if you give up, you’ll be safe, but you’ll have a soggy butt for a good long while.”
Everyone shuffled uncomfortably. It sounded like only one person was going to be having a good outcome from this, no matter how things went.
Liam beamed. “And, one more thing - you’ll be having a liquid breakfast.” Pulling back the sheet from the table, he revealed five two-liter baby bottles, all full of a milky white fluid, stacked next to clean, white pants, shirts, and underwear in everyone’s respective sizes. “Milk, to be specific! You’ve got fifteen minutes to get dressed and drink these. After that, you’ll start getting penalized on time - and trust me, you don’t want that.”
Before any questions could be asked, another airhorn blasted. BWAAAP!
The contestants scrambled into action. Or, well… most of them did.
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Benji: “I… already know I’m not going to win this. I had to pee when I woke up, and I was already holding it, so… y’know. If I tried, I’d lose way before anyone else even got close.”
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Walking up to Liam, Benji sheepishly tapped him on the shoulder. “I, um. I’d like to concede?”
“Admitting you’re a baby so soon?” Liam chuckled. “Alright then, get on over to the changing booth.”
“Do I still have to drink the bottle?” Benji asked.
Liam nodded. “Self-confessed babies especially need their bottles.”
They took the bottle and waddled off to the changing station, avoiding the glances of the other contestants.
Greg, meanwhile, looked indecisive.
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Greg: “Yeah, so I already drank some. I’m gonna be at a disadvantage. Who cares? Even if I don’t do great I think I can outlast at least one of these chumps, so what’s the worry?”
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Walking up, he grabbed his bottle and clothes, rushing off to get changed. Miranda and Katie went next, and Katie shot Miranda a glare as they got up to the table.
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Katie: “I’m winning this. It’s not even a question. They’ll let me wear normal panties? I. Am. Winning. This.”
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They walked off, Miranda already suckling on her bottle, leaving just Sam, who had a raised eyebrow and was thinking.
After a second of hesitation, she ran up, grabbed her bottle and clothes, and shuffled off to get changed.
Once all the contestants were dressed in their matching white clothes - all the better for accidents to show up on - they were directed by crew members to a series of half-enclosed booths dotted around the island. Really they were little more than three-walled barriers with cameras set up in front of them and chairs to sit down in. The point was to make sure that the contestants couldn’t see each other, everything else was pretty secondary.
Katie sat down in her booth, with a great view of the ocean and nothing to do except finishing her bottle.
Greg, Miranda, and Sam all found their own seats and resumed drinking their milk, breakfast of baby champions.
Minutes passed. An hour, even - they were all adults, after all, with healthy, functioning bladders. But no amount of potty training could hold things back forever, and before long, the squirming started.
Greg was the first to show signs of discomfort, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He’d been given a spot near the runway, and was watching the clouds go by.
“Uh, how long has it been?” he asked, glancing at the camera.
He didn’t get an answer.
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Greg: “It’s been a while, right?” He rubbed at the back of his neck, uncertainly. “Like, it has to have been a couple hours at this point.”
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Miranda shifted back and forth in her seat, both hands on her crotch, squeezing down in a desperate attempt to hold everything in. She was whispering to herself, but the mic on her shirt picked it up clearly. “Come on, you can do this, just a little longer…”
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Katie sat back, relaxed, seemingly unconcerned.
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Sam had stood up, and was pacing in the tiny booth. There wasn’t much room to walk around in, but she took advantage of what room she had, moving around to give herself something to think about.
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In the end, it was Miranda who gave in first. Her face turned bright red and she looked at the camera, as though she was hoping it would have suddenly stopped rolling. Pulling her hands away, she looked down, a dot of bright yellow spurting up around the top of her pants’ waistband and trickling down between her legs.
Once the floodgates were open, there was no stopping them, and she just had to bury her face in her hands and try to ignore the embarrassment that came with completely soaking her pants on camera, a dark, wet stain visibly running all the way down the legs of the pants.
Her eyes watered a little as it stopped, and she glanced back up at the camera. “Um… did… did I win?”
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Sam: “Okay, y’know what, I start thinking about this and I realize it’s a bad idea. I can’t risk losing and being screwed over by Greg again, I need to play it safe. I’m fine being in the middle of the pack.”
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Waving at the camera, Sam said, “I concede. Give me a diaper already, I’m giving up.”
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Greg was next to properly lose. While he was shifting his weight back and forth in his seat, he lost control, and the pattern of pee trickling in his pants formed the same bright yellow stain as Miranda’s.
“That had to be, what, four hours?” he said, having been sitting there for about eighty minutes. “I had to have outlasted someone, right?”
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Liam went to give Katie the good news. When she saw him approach, she grinned broadly.
“Hah!” she laughed, getting to her feet. “I knew it! I outlasted all the others?”
“Congratulations!” Liam assured her. “Everyone else either gave up, or had an accident in their pants - Once you pee your pants, you’ll get access to a toilet for the rest of the day, and an advantage in round two!”
Katie blinked. “What?”
“An advantage in round two,” Liam repeated.
“No, you said, ‘once I pee my pants,’” Katie said.
“Well, of course.” Liam chuckled. “The objective of the game is to be the last contestant to have an accident. If you never have an accident, you can’t be the last one to do it!”
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Katie: “UGH! Are you kidding me?”
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Cheeks turning pink, Katie said, “What if I don’t?”
“You can always ask for a diaper and concede first place to the next person,” Liam shrugged. “But you can’t hold it forever. One way or another, you’ll lose control at some point.”
Katie balled her hands into fists and held her arms straight at her side. “This game is so stupid!” she exclaimed, as she stopped trying to hold it.
Pee began to puddle between her legs, forming a wet stain that spread up her pants a little as it grew, all of which was caught very obviously on camera.
She didn’t completely give up control, just peeing enough to officially ‘lose’, then cutting it off with a grimace of effort. “There! Fine! Can I go use the toilet now?”
“Absolutely,” Liam said.
All five remaining contestants ended up back at the lodge. Benji and Sam were both back in a shirt-diaper combo, with redundant wetness indicators showing that they’d both used their padding thoroughly - as though the obvious yellowing wasn’t enough to tell this. Miranda and Greg were a little worse off, with soaked yellow pants that showed off their accidents.
Katie was strutting through the room, in a fresh, clean pair of white pants. “Uh-huh. I bet you babies are pretty jealous right about now, right?”
Nobody gave her the satisfaction of more than a slight glare.
“Well, I’m going to go use the bathroom - have fun peeing your pants!” Katie added, reinforcing her victory as she strutted away.
“Blech,” Benji said, once she was gone.
“I know, right?” Miranda mumbled. “What a jerk.”
“No, I… It’s unrelated,” Benji said, glancing at the nearest camera and blushing. “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t think about the fact that I wouldn’t get a diaper change at lunch, when I gave up and conceded.”
“What’s wrong?”
Benji hesitated, then shook their head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Sam eyed the two of them from across the room and shook her head, instead waddling over to say something to Greg.
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“It’s been a few hours since Katie won the potty training challenge,” Liam said, addressing the five contestants out in front of the playground. As had become standard, there was a table with a sheet behind him, covering up whatever it was that they’d be using for the next contest. “Now, it’s time for you to fight to stick around in today’s main event - A squirt gun fight!”
The five of them stared, incredulous. Benji had their hands over their belly, looking a little sick, but the rest of them were just surprised at the main challenge.
“You’ll be given eight minutes to squirt each other as much as possible - Scoring will be done by tallying the amount you’ve been hit. If you’re completely clean you’ll get thirty five points, but if you’re completely covered, you’ll get none! Plus, if you don’t land at least one squirt on every other player, you’ll be penalized five points for each of them. Questions?”
Miranda held up her hand, waiting until Liam pointed at her before answering. “Um… how will we know who squirted who?”
“That’s a great question!” Liam said. “And the answer is simple - your squirt guns won’t be filled with water, they’ll be filled with paint! Your squirt guns are color coded, so we’ll know who hit who by the different colors of paint on you. As long as your paint gets on them, it counts - so feel free to lay traps, spray the ground, handles on ladders, whatever you can think of to get your paint on everyone else.”
“I get an advantage, right? ‘Cause you said I’d get an advantage,” Katie sneered. “Then again, beating all these babies should be easy.”
“That’s right,” Liam confirmed. “Contestants, come get your weapons!”
He pulled back the sheet, revealing the squirt guns that everyone would be using.
Katie’s advantage was obvious - There were three classic super-soaker guns with green, orange, and pink paint for Greg, Benji, and Sam, but at the end of the table, filled up with purple paint, was a simply massive gun with ‘Hydro Blaster’ written on the side.
And on the other side of the table, with just a little bit of yellow paint inside, was the squirt gun for Miranda - a tiny little squeeze pistol that would barely spurt out a little bit of paint at a few feet.
There were also five color-coded sets of goggles, one in each player’s color, next to their gun.
Miranda swallowed, and Sam stepped over to Katie, whispering something in her ear.
Katie grinned, broadly.
“If you need to reload, you can come back here and refill your guns once,” Liam said. “Remember, you have to squirt everyone!”
Katie strolled up to take her gun, grinning broadly.
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Katie: “Oh yeah. This is already going way better than yesterday.”
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Miranda: “Um… so I’m worried.”
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Benji: “I don’t really care about the contest, but… um…” Blushing, they looked away from the camera. “I’m so stupid, I shouldn’t have given up in the morning!”
…
“Ahh, come on,” Benji whispered, as they slowly shuffled up to the table, reaching out for their gun and goggles. “N-no, not now, not…”
“You okay?” Miranda asked, stepping up and putting a hand on their back.
Leaning forward, Benji shook their head, finally losing control and making a mess in their diaper for the first time. Holding it since yesterday had not worked out in their favor, and now they were losing control at the worst possible time, right at the start of a challenge.
They whimpered, pushing away from Miranda and snatching their squirt gun off the table. Running off into the playground wasn’t really an option while they were actively pushing a mess into their diaper, but they tried to waddle away for a bit of privacy.
“Uh, gross,” Katie said. “You really couldn’t hold it? I guess I am on an island of babies.”
Benji whimpered and their eyes watered a bit with shame and embarrassment, but Miranda stepped between them and Katie. “Hey, you’re one to talk, I could smell you from across the playground yesterday. Jerk.”
“Oh, yeah? I had drugs, what’s their excuse?” Katie asked. “And also, you know what else?”
“What?” Miranda asked, glaring eye-to-eye with the model.
Katie smirked, eyeing the timer that had just started to count down over the playground. “Game just started, bitch.” Lifting her Hydro Blaster, she squeezed the trigger, aiming the nozzle squarely at Miranda’s clean, white shirt.
Nothing happened.
Miranda laughed. “You’ve got to pump it up, dumbass!” Sticking her own little squirt gun down, she pulled the trigger, spraying yellow paint all over the crotch of Katie’s pants.
Then, while Katie hurriedly tried to pump up her own gun in retaliation, Miranda turned, hurrying to-
FSSS-FSSS!
Two super-soakers kicked off at the same time as Greg and Sam both hosed Miranda down immediately, slathering her in paint all over her shirt. She stopped, surprised at the ambush, and the fact that nobody was targeting anyone else. Before she could put together what was happening, Katie finally got her own gun pumped up and sprayed Miranda from the back, splattering her horribly from the neck down. She even grabbed the waist of Miranda’s diaper and pulled it out, spraying even more paint down the back of her soggy padding just to make sure she was as paint-covered as possible.
Miranda stood there, shocked. Nobody else was shooting each other. “B-but… That’s not…”
The three of them turned and ran off together, not giving Miranda a chance to retaliate.
Benji was standing a few feet back, looking down at their toes, still letting out the occasional grunt as their diaper sagged, more and more heavily between their legs. “Um… I’m sorry,” they said, lifting their own gun and squirting Miranda until the pressure ran out.
Miranda stood there, shocked. “But… it’s… we’re supposed to shoot each other and stuff!”
“I… I’m sorry,” Benji repeated. “The lowest score gets knocked out. It makes more sense to focus on one person and keep the rest of us safe, but… um. Yeah. It was Sam’s idea.”
“Liam?” Miranda turned around, her eyes watering. “That’s cheating, right?”
Liam shrugged, not getting involved in the interpersonal drama. “It’s not against the rules.”
“But… then…” Tears started running down Miranda’s face. “That’s not fair!”
…
Benji: “I… couldn’t just watch her cry like that. I know I told Sam I’d go with her plan, but… yeah. It’s just not fair.”
…
Squirming, Benji stepped up to Miranda, passing over their own gun. “Here.”
“What… what’s this?” Miranda asked.
“Use my squirt gun,” Benji said, “And go target someone really hard. Spray them with all of my paint and all of your paint. I’ll go hide.”
Miranda’s eyes widened as she got it. “If they don’t spray you, they get penalized.”
“It might be enough for you to get points,” Benji confirmed. “And I, um… I really don’t want to run around a lot right now.” They looked back over their shoulder at their diaper.
Wrinkling her nose, Miranda said, “Um, yeah. Thanks.”
“Wait,” Benji said, before she could run off. “Squirt me, just a little. So you don’t get penalized for missing me.”
“Right.” Miranda gave Benji the tiniest spritz of paint, then nodded, turning to run off into the playground. She left behind very painty footprints, splotches of color from what she’d been sprayed with.
…
“That was priceless,” Katie said, laughing with her two coconspirators, as they lightly tagged each other with paint to avoid the penalties. “Did you see the look on her face? I said I’d get her back from yesterday, and I got her back.”
Greg smirked. “Getting her in the diaper was funny.”
“And now we’re safe for another day,” Sam added. “That’s the important thing.”
Greg frowned. “Should we still get each other?”
“We should definitely go after Benji,” Katie said. “It’s not like they can run very fast with a poopy diaper on, and we’ll be able to find them super easily. Great target.”
“Good call,” Greg said.
Sam hesitated, but then nodded. “Yeah. We can hose them down and then we’re going to be super safe.”
“Wait.” Greg frowned. “Do you hear something?”
None of them had noticed Miranda, fifteen feet above their group, crawling forward to get a good vantage point. She readied, took aim, and then unleashed her two-gun salvo on the unsuspecting trio.
Paint splattered down, yellow and orange, droplets hitting everyone in the group. Then, Miranda crouched forward and jumped while they were all still startled-
…
Miranda: “Yeah, bad idea. I know. I was stupid. You don’t have to bring it up again.”
…
She landed, but instead of coming down like an athletic predator, she hit her leg weird and came down sideways, screaming in sudden alarm and pain.
“Aaah!” she cried. “OW! Ow ow ow!”
Everyone hesitated. She was covered in paint so it was hard to see what her injury looked like.
“P-please!” Miranda said.
Greg crouched next to her, trying to see if her ankle was twisted or sprained beneath all the paint. “Where does it hurt?”
“Do- do we need to call a medic or something?” Sam asked, looking at her co-conspirators.
“Call help!” Miranda pleaded.
…
Miranda: Flashing a wicked grin, Miranda said, “Or was it?”
…
“But not for me!” Miranda grinned, raising her squirt guns and shooting the nearest target, and the one who’d have the hardest time getting up and running away - Greg.
With two squirt guns, even if one of them was just a little peashooter, she was able to get him with a ton of paint while Katie fled. Sam, though, stayed put.
“Ah!” Greg said, stumbling back and landing on his butt with a ‘crinkle’. There was paint all over his goggles “F[BEEP]! It’s in my mouth, gross! And I can’t see!”
“Hey Greg,” Sam said. “Remember what you did with my eggs?”
Greg turned around, wiping paint off his goggles just in time to get another facefull of paint from Sam. Miranda didn’t let up either, and between the two of them, they quickly managed to hose him down.
Miranda gave Sam a thumbs up, and the athlete turned and ran off into the playground while Greg staggered to his feet, wiping paint away from his goggles for the second time. “You- I’m gonna-”
“You’re gonna what?” Miranda asked, sitting on the ground, feeling very satisfied. “I’m already coated in paint. I can’t really get any worse.”
“Augh!”
...
Katie sniffed, her hydro pump held to her shoulder, emulating the pose of cool, badass hunters from a thousand movies. “They’re close,” she told herself.
Especially since Miranda had got the drop on them, Katie wanted to get another target. Plus… Miranda had two guns. That meant Benji was helpless.
Benji was hiding in another slide. She knew it. It was the best way to get out of sight, but it wasn’t perfect. In an enclosed space, fumes could travel, and Benji had a very distinct smell giving them away at the moment.
Stalking up to a trio of slides, Katie sniffed each one, one at a time. Plastic and static. Plastic and static again. And, on the third sniff - a dirty diaper.
“Gotcha,” Katie said, grinning as she raised her squirt gun and just fired it down the slide.
She didn’t need to hose Benji down. The paint was pretty thin, and it washed down the slide quickly, running like a river straight towards its target.
“Aaugh!” Benji yelped a moment later from deep within the slide, as paint ran down their back. “Hey!”
“You deserve it!” Katie called down the slide, before running off to find her own hiding spot.
Even if Benji wanted to retaliate, though, they’d given up their squirt gun. All they could do was wait and run out the clock.
…
BWAAAAP!
An air horn sounded, and Liam Trickle stepped forward, raising a bullhorn to speak towards the playground. “Time is up, contestants! Come back and we’ll count up the paint, see who did okay, and find out who’s in serious danger of elimination! If you didn’t get enough paint on your opponents, well, may the voters help you!”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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That’s the end of episode two!
I had originally planned on doing a thing where the ‘wrapup’ and then Episode 2 were separate parts, but then I realized there was no good reason to do this - I’d just put the voting and wrapup at the start of Part 2.
As with the last episode, YOU CAN VOTE on who wins and who stays!
Subscribers of my Patreon, Subscribestar, or JuiceBox’s Patreon can vote on their favorite contestants, and hopefully get them enough points to stick around until next episode! - Each vote is one point, and last episode saw some major shakeups from the voting, as this story shows!
Watch for Episode Three, coming next month!
