DiapOut: Chapter 14
“A mini-muffin? You’ve gotta be shitting me,” scoffed Ayaya as she stared at Jackson’s open palm. Sure enough, sitting in the center of his palm was an innocuous, dark brown muffin that looked like something you’d ignore at a free hotel breakfast. The thing didn’t even look fresh, “How the hell is this supposed to help me win?!”
As menacing as Ayaya’s aggression could be, it did nothing to sway Jackson’s cheeky smile. “Believe it or not, this vicious, little bugger will tear through your insides like nobody’s business. Not only does the muffin have a laxative effect on the body, but it’s also designed to increase in volume as it mixes with digestive juices in the small intestine, turning it into the hypermess miracle of the future,” he said, his diaper-loving mind practically salivating at the prospect of what this muffin could do, “We’d initially planned to have a plate of them at the Round Two buffet table but we couldn’t risk having someone accidentally consume more than one. If something went wrong with these things on our first show, our primary sponsor, CrissBaby, would be none too happy about it.”
Snatching the muffin out of Jackson’s hand, Ayaya held it up and squinted at it. “This little thing can really do all that, huh?” she said as she glanced down at her diaper and imagined it inflating around her rear. The thought was as repulsive to her as it was humiliating. Could she really pull off a stunt like this in front of millions of viewers at home? Attempting to crush her doubt, she closed her eyes and lifted the muffin toward her mouth.
“Oh shit! Not now!” shouted Jackson as he grabbed Ayaya’s wrist just before she placed the muffin between her lips. He let out a tense sigh as he slowly got Ayaya to lower her arm, “You’ll only have like 20 minutes before the effects of this thing hit. Unless you want a blowout during the Round Two intro, you’ll need to wait until the competition actually starts.”
Turning her head sideways, Ayaya raised an eyebrow at Jackson. “So what, you expect me to find a way to eat this thing while dozens of cameras are watching me? How the fuck do you expect me to do that?” she whined, beginning to regret her alliance with such an airheaded director.
“You worry too much, dear. I’ll have complete control over what cameras are being displayed on the central monitor. Beyond that, I know you’re smart enough to figure something out,” said Jackson, his calm tone starkly contradicting Ayaya’s frantic energy. He placed his arms around her shoulders and did his best to soothe her, “Trust me, after you fill your diaper to such an extreme size, not only will you have the audience’s attention, but the producers as well. Once that happens, I’ll take care of the higher-ups so long as you keep the crowd on your side.”
It was a surprisingly simple plan when considering how many moving parts it required. Given Ayaya’s current online fan base was nearly as sizable as CassiRole’s was when she was first in talks with producers, she’d make an obvious choice for a replacement after the pilot episode finished production. From there, it’d be as easy as reshooting her narrations and splicing her into shots with a bit of movie magic. At first, the idea of finding a suitable replacement for Cassi on such short notice seemed impossible but after talking with Ayaya, Jackson was confident that both the producers and the production staff would find her much easier to work with.
Ayaya let her head rest against Jackson’s chest as he held her close. However, her smile was not one of newly-found romance or some grand partnership. It was a devilish, fame-hungry smile as she imagined herself standing in front of the same studio audience that CassiRole currently occupied. It was a bizarre gambit but with how unlikeable Cassi was amongst the entire crew, it just might work. “And once I’m the host, you and I can take DiapOut to even greater heights,” she said, doing everything she could to make Jackson feel like she was the ultimate team player. In reality, she didn’t care about Jackson or DiapOut. She was willing to tell him whatever she needed to for him to make her a star.
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“UGH! I feel like I’m gonna explode,” cried Misa as she leaned her head against the empty plate in front of her, caring little for the crumbs that stuck to her hair. Turning her head to the side, she caught sight of the timer, seeing that she still had a little over 40 minutes left in the round, “This…comp…is stupid…”
Finding the strength to laugh at Misa’s depleted energy, Lelaya slid down in her chair and patted her taut belly. “Hehehe, there’s so much yummy stuff in here. It’s almost a shame that I’ll be pooping it all out soon,” she said as she reached into a large bowl of spaghetti with marinara sauce and grabbed a fistful of noodles.
Misa could only shake her head at Lelaya’s seemingly bottomless stomach. Where did she even put it all? Even after everything Lelaya had eaten, her waist still looked thinner than Misa did before the round began. “Seriously, Lelaya, do you store that shit in your boobs or something?” she said before bellowing out another groan.
Giggling, Lelaya couldn’t help but find Misa’s complaining adorable. As rare as it was to get her to engage in anything diaper related, she really was the spitting image of a bratty Little. “Hey, don’t get upsetti spaghetti with me just because I’ve been working hard on my figure for swim diaper season,” she said, licking the last of the red sauce off of her fingers.
“Don’t worry, Lelaya. Misa’s not actually upset. She’s just worried about taking her first Lightning Laxative soon,” said Mia coming up behind the Misa and wrapping her greasy hands around her tummy before giving it a hardy squeeze, “Ya know, I wasn’t sure coming on this show was a good idea at first. So, thanks for talking me into it, Misa. I owe you a bunch!”
Fuming as Mia pressed against her aching stomach, Misa wanted to say something snarky in response but was too weak to come up with something clever on the spot. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Mia had hit the nail on the head. With every bite she had consumed, Misa knew what was waiting for her at the finish line of this competition; a big, full, stinky diaper. She yelped as Mia unraveled her arms from around Misa’s belly and gave her a swat on the butt.
“Hey Lelaya, pass me some of the noods,” said Mia, accepting the large bowl from Lelaya as she sat down next to Misa and began chowing down. Unlike her gaming buddy, she was nowhere near full thanks to the pills she’d taken before the competition. While she hadn’t fully gotten over the remorse she felt thanks to the unfair advantage that had been thrust onto her, watching Misa squirm as she continued to eat her guilt away definitely helped.
Wiping the sauce and bits of food surrounding her lips away with her forearm, Lelaya chuckled as Mia and Misa’s usual bickering took on an ABDL twist. If you had asked her only a year ago if she’d be able to get all of her best friends padded up to compete in a diaper lovers' game show, she would’ve said heck no! Win or lose, she was just happy to experience this all with the people she cared about most in the world.
Speaking of friends, there was one member of their team who was sitting isolated at the corner of the banquet table. Cupping her hands around her mouth, Lelaya called out, “Hey Ayaya, you hanging in there?”
Ayaya didn’t respond, too focused on what was happening inside of her body to listen to anyone around her. Sweat ran down her face thanks to the ominous bubbling occurring in her guts. The internal pressure forced her to expel small belches and farts every few seconds, causing her to flush with embarrassment. “Why did I do this to myself?” she muttered under her breath, regretting every decision she’d made that led up to her present situation.
Surprisingly, at no point during her talks with Jackson, nor when she was sneaking the mini-muffin into her mouth did she really come to terms with the fact that the end result of all of this was her sitting in a hypermessy diaper. She may have been aware of it but the actual reality of it was beyond mortifying. Everyone, from her parents to her friends to her fans online, was about to watch her destroy the plain, white pamper taped to her hips. “I-I can’t do this,” she thought, standing up from the table and looking for the fastest way to get off the stage before her bowels erupted on camera, “Sorry, Jackson, looks like you’re stuck with the host from hell.”
Watching as Ayaya stumbled to move around the table, Lelaya got up from her seat as well and rushed over to her, wondering what was the matter. “You okay? You’re not looking a bit pink, Ayaya,” she said, placing a hand against Ayaya’s moist forehead. Having seen Misa in a similar state, her mind came to one conclusion, “Is your tummy too full? We can get you one of your Lightning Laxatives if you n-”
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!
Without warning, Ayaya’s butt pushed out a large, wet fart that was so loud, it echoed several times throughout the sound stage. The hysterics that the audience burst into were the most rambunctious of the afternoon, their voices practically shaking the entire set. “Uh oh! I think we’re about to see our first diaper messing of Round Two!” shouted CassiRole, whipping the audience into even more of a frenzy.
For Ayaya, it had taken nearly every ounce of strength she had to muscle her booty hole shut. Even then, she could tell she’d only partially succeeded as she felt a distinct wetness between her butt cheeks. She may have survived that cramp but she knew the next one would likely finish her off. Looking at the exit, which was only a mere ten feet away, she prayed to whatever Goddess might be listening to spare her from her publicly messy fate.
Sadly, Lelaya was standing by to put the kibosh on any escape attempt. “Awww! Are you nervy to go boom boom in your diapees? Just try to relax and let your butt muscles do aaaaaaall the work,” she said, nailing the cause of Ayaya’s panic while also somehow misinterpreting it at the same time.
In seconds, several cameras swarmed Ayaya, boxing her in. Looking around at the various lenses frantically, a sense of vulnerability that she hadn’t felt since she was in elementary school kicked in. She was an adult, for fuck sake! Was she really about to do this?! That question would be answered for her as a new batch of cramps caused her to double over. Her jaw went slack and her legs trembled as the fruits of her cheating reared their ugly head.
BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRT!!!!!
TO BE CONTINUED…