DiapOut: Chapter 17

A piece of Misa's soul died as her body conspired against her to fill the diaper around her hips as much as she could. For years, she’d put up with Lelaya’s 24/7 diaper-wearing habits, having witnessed her willingly loading her pampers at a moment's notice. She’d also been party to both Mia and Ayaya’s first meetings. Sadly, none of these instances prepared her for what it was like from a first-person perspective. Steaming hot, semi-soft goop spread across her butt cheeks and between her thighs as cameras captured every moment of her misery in stunning 4K resolution. 

Meanwhile, Mia held onto her friend for dear life as her own diaper expanded outward simultaneously. Much like her first experience, it was far from what she would deem pleasant. It was all worth it in the end, though, so long as Misa shared the same fate that she did. Energized by the catharsis of enacting sweet revenge on her bestie, she began winding her arm back before looking to the audience for approval. 

“Punish her! Punish her!” chanted the crowd, thrilled to have front-row seats to such a notorious figure in the ABDL community experiencing her first messy diaper. 

Egging her audience on like a conductor would a symphony, CassiRole took to the mic and shouted, “Show that naughty girl who's boss, Mia!” 

Throwing her typically well-intentioned principles to the wayside, Mia allowed herself to bask in the glory that the studio audience heaped on her. After the year she’d had, she felt she had more than earned this. Whipping her hand down as hard as she could, she landed a solid strike against the rear of Misa’s still rapidly inflating diaper, making sure to moosh as much of Misa’s mucky backside for good measure. “You like that?!” she called out to the crowd, stepping aside to give them the best view of Misa’s muddy undies. 

Ever since the New Year’s Party, the sense of control that Mia had over her life had essentially vanished. She didn’t have a say in who recognized her on the street or what outrageous memes were made of her. She barely had a say when it came to being on this show. A show that she was practically forced to cheat on, no less. All the regret that she had bottled up inside was symbolically emptied into her bulbous diaper, freeing her from the shackles of her spiteful morality. If she was gonna cheat her way through this game anyway, she may as well have fun with it. Letting out a loud grunt, she started pushing on her bowels to pack her pampers, quickly outpacing Misa thanks to the extra storage space in her guts. 

“What a way to usher in the second half of Round Two!” said CassiRole, addressing the camera directly as Mia and Misa continued to pour pounds of poop into their putrid padding in the background, “Since we’ve now reached the midpoint, it time to pick things up a notch! Bring out the bottles, boys!” 

Suddenly, the doors to the studio burst open as a man dressed up like a chef rolled out a metal food cart with eight utterly massive baby bottles organized on top. Each bottle had the name of one of the contestants written in bold, pink letters. “Attention contestants!” announced CassiRole as the stagehands did their best to quell the voices of the audience, “You have the decision to make. If you’d like, you may continue to eat at the table and use your remaining Lightning Laxatives. However, if you’d like to increase your odds of winning, you can opt for a bottle filled with extra-strength CrissBaby Bowel Busting Formula. Be forewarned, the amount of Bowel Busting Formula in those bottles is enough to end your continence for the foreseeable future, potentially forever if you drink enough. Are you willing to become diaper dependent for a leg up?” 

Several gasps rang out across the audience as the stakes of Round Two went from ten to a hundred. Up until this point, the players had been put through many embarrassing trials but this was a different matter entirely. Could they really sacrifice their potty training to split $500,000 between four people? 

“I’ll do it!’ stated Mia proudly, raising her hand high for everyone to see. Having finished her mammoth-sized bowel movement during Cassi’s big speech, she’d long stopped caring about the state of her diaper. If it was already messy, what did it even matter? “Misa’s in for a bottle as well.” 

“L-Like fucking hell I am,” responded Misa, aiming a death glare directly at Mia, her face as red as a tomato, “I-I’m not touching another single scrap of food for the rest of this goddamn challenge.” Turning her back on Mia and the audience, Misa began marching back toward the table.  

Rushing up behind Misa and grabbing her gently by the arm, Mia cheekily said, “Oh, c’mon. You can dish it but you can’t take it-” 

“Get your hands off me!” yelled Misa, ripping her arm away from Mia’s clutches. Refusing to so much as look at her so-called friend, she parked herself down at the table, wincing as she was forced to sit atop her bloated nappy. 

The serge of infectious energy that Mia had garnered from the audience quickly began to fade. Only it wasn’t replaced by guilt or shame for her actions. Instead, she furrowed her brow and stormed up next to Misa, outraged by her woe-is-me attitude. “Are you serious right now? After what you did to me, you’re fucking pouting?” she said, feeling justified in her rage. All the while, Misa remained silent, which only pissed Mia off more, “Whatever. You wanna act like a baby on national television, you go right ahead.” 

Stomping away from Misa’s spot at the banquet table, Mia was now more fired up than ever after finally letting Misa have it. If this was really how she was going to act the one time she actually was able to one her, maybe their friendship wasn’t as strong as she thought. Attempting to put Misa in her rearview, she turned to the rest of her team. “Hey Ayaya, Lelaya, are you coming?” 

“Pfffft, no, I’m obviously not cumming. Buuuuuuut if you could give me a boost up onto Ayaya’s diaper, I could probably get a few good climaxes in,” said Lelaya, whose entire body was half sunken into Ayaya’s monstrous diaper. Ayaya, meanwhile, had yet to drop the stupefied look from her face, her mind still far from her conscious body. Clearly, these two were going to be of little help. Rolling her eyes, she promptly returned to where the bottles were stationed, where two of her opponents were already waiting. 

“Wow, you two are slow,” chuckled Cade, unable to contain himself as he watched Kyoko struggle to help Zeke to the trolley cart of bottles. 

Unlike the other members of his team, Zeke’s pelvic region was encased within a pair of locking plastic pants, giving the mess in his pampers relatively little space. Because of this, instead of sagging low like everyone else, his diaper bunched up, becoming almost spherical in shape. This forced his legs into an uncomfortably wide stance, making it impossible to so much as walk on his own. “Maybe I should just sit this one out, guys. It’s not like all four of the Wetters are going for bottles,” he relented, uncertain if he could handle packing more pressure into his plastic-wrapped pampers. 

“Nonsense! There’s plenty of room in here. Besides, once we get you over here, all you have to do is hold onto your bottle and suck as though your life depends on it.” said Kyoko, pressing her hand into the side of Zeke’s diaper and giggling at how far it sank inward. Looking forward to her other two teammates, she shouted out, “Cade, Rupert, no need to wait for us! Go ahead and start drinking!” 

Nodding in affirmation, Cade and Rupert moved to snatch their bottles off of the foot cart, only to be stopped just before they could by an all-too-familiar voice. “Ah, ah, ah! Bottle-fed babies can’t feed themselves, you silly billies,” said CassiRole, who was now holding a remote in her hand with a big, red button in its center, “Good thing we have a fleet of nannies on standby!” Without further ado, she pressed the red button, prompting a set of metal doors stationed next to the audience pews to open. 

One by one, a single-file row of nine Iris nanny bots rolled onto the studio floor and gathered around Mia, Kyoko, and the other Messers. “Hello, Miss Cassi, we are ready to serve you,” the nanny bots chanted in unison, startling both the audience and the contestants. 

“These Iris nannies, provided graciously by our proud sponsor, Avon Technologies, are here to help you nurse yourself into the messiest diaper you’ve ever worn,” said Cassi, practically beaming with excitement as she stepped down from her platform and onto the playing field, “All you have to do is select your Iris and say, Iris, feed me.” 

Suddenly, the Iris nearest CassiRole sprung to life. Within seconds, it sped over to where Cassi was standing and picked her up off the ground. “Whoopsie! Looks like I shouldn’t have said that,” she said, hamming it up as the Iris nanny proceeded to carry her away, prompting the audience to get a laugh at Cassi’s expense. She waved goodbye like a pageant queen riding a parade float as the nanny bot ferried her back through the set of metal doors. A hardy round of applause soon followed. 

Left with the remaining eight Iris bots, the five rounded-up contestants remained motionless for a moment, baffled by the seemingly infinite budget that this show had. Even one Iris was as much as a down payment for a house, and here the show was, flexing with an entire army. It was intimidating, to say the least. 

Hardened by the lack of support from her team, an unphased Mia was the first to step up to one of the Iris nannies, getting an up-close look at the eight-foot-tall giant fembot that would be nourishing her shortly. “Iris, feed me,” she said as she took a single step back and raised her arms, preparing herself for the inevitable as the eyes of the Iris bot came to life. 

TO BE CONTINUED…