DiapOut: Chapter 15
The echo! The wetness! the power! All across the seating banks, jaws were hanging low as the audience observed one of the most explosive messes they’d ever seen. And they weren’t alone. Almost all of the players had paused mid-bite to watch the hypermessing of the century unfold. Not even CassiRole could stop herself from staring, a mix of awe and abstract jealousy swirling in her brain.
SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRT!!!!!
With her face as pale as a ghost, Ayaya’s body quivered as it proceeded to push out an unholy amount of fecal matter into her once pristine pampers, filling them far beyond their standard capacity. Lucky for her, CrissBaby diapers were built to handle hypermesses like this, sparing her from an even messier fate.
Sadly, this fact was lost on Ayaya, who had long stopped pushing at this point. Thanks to the mini-muffin that Jackson had given her, the once glamorous internet celebrity had been reduced to nothing more than a constant pooping machine. Worst of all were the strange effects messing herself for this long and this hard were having on her. She bit her lip as her anus was torn apart in a way no cock had ever been able to match. The last thing she wanted to be right now was horny, yet her body refused to obey her, driving her sex drive to unique heights.
Anchored to the spot by her weighty diaper, Ayaya’s butt sank into the squishy padding as it inflated all around her. Both the back and front of her diaper were stained brown by the mucky mush that only seemed to multiply with every passing second. Before long, her enlarged nappy made contact with the floor even though, up to this point, she’d somehow managed to stay upright.
Perhaps the most shocked of all was Misa, who felt almost betrayed by Ayaya’s outrageously loaded diaper. Unlike the others, neither she nor Ayaya were supposed to have prior messing experience. If that were really true, how on Earth could she explain this shameless display? Now the pressure was on her as the only person at the table never to fill a diaper.
“Oh…my…gosh!” shouted Lelaya, who’d been by Ayaya’s side every step of the way through this important moment in Ayaya’s life. It wasn’t every day that someone experienced their first hypermessing, after all. Though, even by Lelaya’s standards, this was a monumental amount of mush. Approaching Ayaya from behind, she pressed her hands into the squishy surface, relishing the feeling of having her arms swallowed up by the plushy padding, “How long have you been holding all this in?! This is like a mega-ultra-hypermessing to the extreme!”
Ayaya didn’t possess the strength to respond to Lelaya, nor could she manage to shoo her away. It took everything she had left just to hold still and not disrupt the gushy insides of her diaper. Sadly, the weight of Lelaya pressing down on her diaper was enough to off-center her. She waved her arms in the air frantically as she fell backward, landing squarely in the center of her messy diaper beanbag. “AHHHMMMMMMMMM!!” she cried, unable to suppress the euphoria that shot up her spine the moment she crashed down on the squelchy sack.
This only made the audience erupt into even crazier applause as they chanted, “Ayaya! Ayaya! Ayaya!” While Ayaya may have only been the first to get all blorty, she had definitely set one hell of a high bar.
Attempting to quiet down her audience, CassiRole step up to her mic and proceeded to slowly hush her adoring fans. “From zero to hero! Ayaya has shot out of the gate in Round 2 with a spectacular performance. Messers! You better live up to your name and pick up the pace, or else Ayaya might beat you single-handedly,” she exclaimed, using her performance persona to mask her growing envy.
Watching from the middle section of the banquet table, the four Messers were left speechless. Dropping the fist full of fries in his hand, Cade pointed to the edge of the table where the Lightning Laxatives were positioned as he noticed neither of Ayaya’s had been taken, “S-She didn’t even…” he said, his voice trailing off.
“She had to have been holding that in for days! How the fuck are we going to compete with that?” asked Rupert, placing his chocolate cake-covered hands on his head in frustration. He’d been eating non-stop since the beginning of the round and he knew, even if he had an infinite stomach, there was no way he could pull off such a feat in the next forty minutes.
Unfortunately, Rupert wasn’t alone. Zeke pushed away the massive bowl of beans that he and Kyoko were sharing and leaned back, his stomach feeling as though it could burst. “I-I can’t do it anymore. I think I’ll explode if I have one more bean,” he said, tugging on the waistband of his locking plastic pants to give himself a bit more room to breathe.
The only person who wasn’t phased in the slightest by Ayaya’s display was Kyoko, who even throughout Ayaya’s show-stopping scene refused to let up on the gas. Unlike her compatriots, she refused to give in. She wasn’t the best hypermesser in the province two years in a row for nothing. Sure, Ayaya’s messing was larger than any she’d been able to muster up in a single sitting, but she’d be damned if that meant this was over.
Part of Kyoko wanted to chew her team out for giving up so easily but as Zeke’s words replayed in her head, she remembered to keep her cool, at least for the time being. “Just go take your first laxative if you can’t continue,” she said, showing a bit more compassion to her deflated teammates than she had in the first round, “We may not individually be able to beat her, but we can still defeat their entire team collectively. Put forward whatever you can contribute.”
Motivated by Kyoko’s determination, as well as her slight change of attitude, Rupert slammed his fist on the table and dove in for another fistful of cake, “I’m not stopping until we hit the halfway point! Who’s with me?!” he shouted, doing his best to amplify Kyoko’s wishes.
Cade and Zeke both slowly joined back in, each of them happy to see the heat between Kyoko and Rupert dying down. Over the next several minutes, the members of the WET Diaper Lovers Club pushed their tummies to the limit, doing their best to fill as much empty space as possible until one by one, each of them sat back in their seats, too full to continue.
Everyone except for Kyoko, that is. Picking up the bowl, she turned to her compatriots and said, “Guys, come help hold this up for me! I’m going to finish it off.”
Gathering around Kyoko’s seat, Zeke, Rupert, and Cade each grabbed onto the sides of the large, glass bowl and tipped it into Kyoko’s mouth, allowing her to slurp down the last of the baked beans. Sauce dripped down her face and dribbled across her shirt, not that she cared much. So long as they pulled ahead, she was more than willing to get a little messy.
“Five minutes until the midpoint of the round! If you’re planning to use one of your Lightning Laxatives, now would be a good time to consider doing so,” announced CassiRole, keeping the crowd energized as the food war raged on.
Moving to the end of the table, the four members of the WET Diaper Lovers Club each grabbed one of their two assigned Lightning Laxative shots and prepared themselves for the storm that was to come. “Alright, after we take these, I want you to go eat whatever foods you want to. So long as you can keep eating, we have a shot,” said Kyoko, doing her best to let off the reins on her team.
Placing his hand on Kyoko’s back, Zeke gave his best friend a warm smile. With how the round had started, he was worried his words from the break had failed to reach her. It was clear as day now that Kyoko didn’t just want to win anymore, she wanted to win as a team. Leaning in close, he whispered so that only she could hear, “Glad to have you back, Kyoko.”
“The kind words are appreciated, Kyoko, but with all due respect, we only have about 30 minutes left to make the most of this Mess-Off,” said Cade, draping his arms over Kyoko and Zeke’s shoulders, “I think it’d be best if we stuck to the foods that’ll help us win.”
Stepping back from the table, Rupert held his shot glass high in the air and motioned for the others to join him, “To the Messers!”
Rupert’s teammates quickly circled up, raising their glasses and clinking them together. “TO THE MESSERS!” they shouted in a display of pure comradery. One at a time, they each retracted their arm and tossed the laxative shots down their throats, causing each of them to cough on the unsavory flavor.
“And there you have it! All four Messers down the first of their Lightning Laxatives!” said Cassi jubilantly as the cameras cut back to her and the audience, “Will they be able to match the might of Ayaya’s messing? We’ll find out right after the break!”
TO BE CONTINUED …