DiapOut: Chapter 20

“Welcome back to DiapOut everyone!” said CassiRole, mugging to the camera as the eight contestants stood behind her separated by the team. Next to them were two large, empty scales, “When we last left our contestants, they were getting changed out of their Mess-Off diapers as the clock expired on Round Two. Now, it’s time to find out the results! Iris nannies, please join us on stage. 

Rolling into view from both the left and right wings of the sound stage, nine Iris bots carrying eight very used diapers rolled up to the scales. However, they did not place their smelly packages down yet, adding to the suspense. “Iris nannies! Please set down the lightest diapers from each time,” said Cassi, prompting the bots on each end to lower their carefully-folded nappies, which just so happened to be Cade and Misa’s diapers.  

“MESSERS: 16.3 POUNDS. WETTERS: 4.7 POUNDS,” said the Iris bots in unison. This process continued. Zeke's diaper added 20.1 pounds to the Messer’s overall total, while Rupert landed an impressive 23.4 pounds. Simultaneously, Lelaya shocked the room with a 28.2-pound diaper, which was a fraction of a point down from Mia’s even 29-pound pamper. 

Biting her thumb’s fingernail, Kyoko could feel her anxiety rising with each new diaper that was placed. Doing the math in her head, she knew that her team was down by an incredibly slim margin, and given the impossible size of Ayaya’s diaper, it was unlikely they were going to pull off a victory. The best that she could hope for now was to maintain some of their Round One lead going into the final stage of the game. 

Over on the Wetter’s platform, little thought was given to their results at all. Mia and Misa were too busy scowling at each other to care, while Lelaya was too pouty about coming in third on her own team to be happy with her team’s lead. The only one even semi-paying attention was Ayaya, who was still coming down from her hypermess-driven brain fog.  

Despite the lack of enthusiasm from the Wetter’s side, anticipation was high as the final three robots were set to place the final two diapers on the scale, with Ayaya’s diaper still needing two Iris bots to support it due to its width. “The scales show the Wetters with a 1.6-pound lead, with 61.9 and 60.2 points respectively. Iris bots! Lower the final diapers,” said Cassi, conducting the robot nannies as well as the audience who ate up every word she spoke like a maestro. 

Setting down the last two diapers, the Iris bots read off the final results. 

“FINAL TALLY. MESSERS: 86.5 POUNDS. WETTERS: 96.1 POUNDS.” 

The audience gasped as they did the math in their head, determining that Ayaya’s diaper weighed an almost unheard-of 34.2 pounds. While others had outdone this number in professional messing competitions, to do so in a single messing without aid was a momentous feat. 

Kyoko, meanwhile, only managed a 26.7-pound diaper, placing her fourth overall behind three Wetters. While she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the round’s result, there was a silver lining that lifted her somber spirits. Given that the Wetters only eeked out a 9.1-pound advantage, that meant they were unable to overcome their 45-point deficit, giving the Messers a slight lead. Turning to her compatriots, she gave each of them an enthusiastic high-five as CassiRole announced the point totals after two rounds.  

“After two incredible challenges, the Wetters and Messers are neck and neck going into the third round,” said Cassi as an insert graphic appeared next to her on screen displaying the team totals, “At 151.5 points, the Messers held onto their lead in spite of just losing the second round. Breathing down their necks are the Wetters, who after a messy round both figuratively and literally, are standing with 146.1 points to their name! Who will reign victorious in Round Three and move on to their final round for their chance to take home $500,000?! We’ll find out after a quick word from our sponsor!” 

Lifting the microphone to her mouth, Keelee cracked the whip on her team. “That’s a wrap on Round Two! We’ve got 45 minutes to get set for Round Three!” she said as the set devolved into organized chaos. While her people began rushing set pieces off of the sound stage, she casually approached the studio breakers, activating a set of fans built into the studio to air it out after the Mess-Off. 

Turning her back on her team and making a B-Line for the green room doors, Misa couldn’t have been happier to get an extended break away from the game and, moreover, away from her team. “I’m gonna take a nap. Don’t bother me until we’re called to set,” she said, refusing to make eye contact with any of her friends. 

While Lelaya and Ayaya were taken aback by Misa’s seemingly sudden anger, Mia was all too aware of what was going on. “Hey Misa, you sure you don’t wanna talk about anything?” she said pointedly, making it clear by her tone that she was not sorry. It was true. She wasn’t sorry one bit and she didn’t care who knew it. 

Stopping in her tracks for a moment, there were a number of things that Misa wanted to say to Mia. However, when the moment came to voice them, she found it too difficult to speak. Without saying another word, she pushed through the backstage double doors, leaving her team in the dust. 

Feeling awkward due to the drama that Mia and Misa were stirring up, Ayaya took the opportunity to slip away undetected. As much as she wanted to stick around and be glorified for her unprecedented ass disaster, she had her sights on far bigger fish. Looking around the set, she tried to find where Jackson had wandered off to. Surely, he was impressed by her S-tier messing skills but it wouldn’t hurt to hear that everything was on track. Unfortunately, her partially discombobulated state of mind made it difficult to navigate the studio's many moving parts, making her feel like a kid lost in a supermarket without a parent. 

As Ayaya crept around the busy set, someone far less pleased with Ayaya’s performance found her before she could find Jackson. “Hey there, Ayaya. Mind if we have a little chat?” said Keelee, stepping into Ayaya’s path and starring the fame-hungry streamer down with a smile that was too cheeky to be legitimate. 

Ayaya tried to push past Keelee but she was grabbed by the wrist the moment she was in range. She yanked her arm back, finding that years of production crewing had blessed Keelee with far too many muscles for her to be overpowered so easily. “Listen, I’m flattered but I don’t I’m just not into you like that,” she said condescendingly. 

“Oh, get off it, Ayaya. I know what game you’re playing,” said Keelee, twisting Ayaya’s arm to force her in close, “There’s zero fucking chance you filled that diaper without cheating. I don’t know how you did it but when I find out, I’ll make sure you get what’s coming to you.” She then let go of Ayaya’s arm and walked away as though nothing had happened. Sticking around would only give Ayaya the opportunity for a comeback anyway and she had more important things to focus on at the present regarding the show. 

Rolling her eyes, Ayaya paid no mind to Keelee’s empty threat. Sure, she had her suspicions but nothing more. And with Jackson at the helm, there was basically no chance of any of this rebounding onto her. “First thing I’m doing when I’m in charge is making sure you never work in this industry again,” she whispered under her breath, glaring at Keelee from across the sound stage like a predator marking its prey. 

“Ayaya! There you are,” said Jackson, who was standing in between a set of doors that led outside the studio. He peeked inside the space, looking both ways to check that the coast was clear before waving her over. 

Waddling her crinkly butt to Jackson as quickly as she could, Ayaya winced as a beam of bright sunlight hit her eyes. After hours of being stuck inside a dimly lit studio, the outside world almost felt alien. Still, while her eyes were struggling to adjust, her sense of smell was grateful for the fresh air. She inhaled deeply through her nose, “Ahhh, Thank Goddess! I thought my eyebrows were gonna burn off.” 

Snickering at Ayaya’s exaggeration, Jackson reached into his pocket, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and a lighter. He placed one in his mouth and offered the box to Ayaya. “You smoke?” he asked, gingerly shaking the box back and forth. 

“No, only a couple of times in college,” responded Ayaya, sighing as the clean oxygen she was smelling was about to be infected by the ashy stench of tobacco smoke. 

However, instead of pulling the carton away from Ayaya, Jackson inched it closer. “Well, today you do. I don’t care if you don’t inhale, just take one,” he said as he looked over at a ground of three men in suits walking by and chatting amongst themselves. 

Realizing she needed to blend in, Ayaya grabbed one of the exposed cigarettes and placed it in her mouth, leaning forward for Jackson to light it. “Okay, you can relax now. What’s up?” she said, removing the white stick from her mouth and holding it between her fingers as a single strand of smoke rose from its smoldering end. 

Lighting his own cigarette and taking a long puff of smoke, Jackson exhaled slowly, letting his heart rate calm down. “We may have a small problem,” he said before going in for a second hit. 

Scoffing, Ayaya nodded, “Yeah, I know. Keelee just mad dogged me over my messing prowess. That muffin may have been a tad overdoing it, ya know-” 

“No, no, Keelee’s not an issue,” said Jackson, interrupting Ayaya in the process. With lines of smoke still escaping his partially open mouth, he ran his fingers through his hair, gripping a bunch of it as his hand rounded the back of his head, “There’s been a slight change of plans regarding the next round…” 

TO BE CONTINUED… 

 DISCLAIMER: 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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“Welcome back to DiapOut everyone!” said CassiRole, mugging to the camera as the eight contestants stood behind her separated by the team. Next to them were two large, empty scales, “When we last left our contestants, they were getting changed out of their Mess-Off diapers as the clock expired on Round Two. Now, it’s time to find out the results! Iris nannies, please join us on stage. 

Rolling into view from both the left and right wings of the sound stage, nine Iris bots carrying eight very used diapers rolled up to the scales. However, they did not place their smelly packages down yet, adding to the suspense. “Iris nannies! Please set down the lightest diapers from each time,” said Cassi, prompting the bots on each end to lower their carefully-folded nappies, which just so happened to be Cade and Misa’s diapers.  

“MESSERS: 16.3 POUNDS. WETTERS: 4.7 POUNDS,” said the Iris bots in unison. This process continued. Zeke's diaper added 20.1 pounds to the Messer’s overall total, while Rupert landed an impressive 23.4 pounds. Simultaneously, Lelaya shocked the room with a 28.2-pound diaper, which was a fraction of a point down from Mia’s even 29-pound pamper. 

Biting her thumb’s fingernail, Kyoko could feel her anxiety rising with each new diaper that was placed. Doing the math in her head, she knew that her team was down by an incredibly slim margin, and given the impossible size of Ayaya’s diaper, it was unlikely they were going to pull off a victory. The best that she could hope for now was to maintain some of their Round One lead going into the final stage of the game. 

Over on the Wetter’s platform, little thought was given to their results at all. Mia and Misa were too busy scowling at each other to care, while Lelaya was too pouty about coming in third on her own team to be happy with her team’s lead. The only one even semi-paying attention was Ayaya, who was still coming down from her hypermess-driven brain fog.  

Despite the lack of enthusiasm from the Wetter’s side, anticipation was high as the final three robots were set to place the final two diapers on the scale, with Ayaya’s diaper still needing two Iris bots to support it due to its width. “The scales show the Wetters with a 1.6-pound lead, with 61.9 and 60.2 points respectively. Iris bots! Lower the final diapers,” said Cassi, conducting the robot nannies as well as the audience who ate up every word she spoke like a maestro. 

Setting down the last two diapers, the Iris bots read off the final results. 

“FINAL TALLY. MESSERS: 86.5 POUNDS. WETTERS: 96.1 POUNDS.” 

The audience gasped as they did the math in their head, determining that Ayaya’s diaper weighed an almost unheard-of 34.2 pounds. While others had outdone this number in professional messing competitions, to do so in a single messing without aid was a momentous feat. 

Kyoko, meanwhile, only managed a 26.7-pound diaper, placing her fourth overall behind three Wetters. While she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the round’s result, there was a silver lining that lifted her somber spirits. Given that the Wetters only eeked out a 9.1-pound advantage, that meant they were unable to overcome their 45-point deficit, giving the Messers a slight lead. Turning to her compatriots, she gave each of them an enthusiastic high-five as CassiRole announced the point totals after two rounds.  

“After two incredible challenges, the Wetters and Messers are neck and neck going into the third round,” said Cassi as an insert graphic appeared next to her on screen displaying the team totals, “At 151.5 points, the Messers held onto their lead in spite of just losing the second round. Breathing down their necks are the Wetters, who after a messy round both figuratively and literally, are standing with 146.1 points to their name! Who will reign victorious in Round Three and move on to their final round for their chance to take home $500,000?! We’ll find out after a quick word from our sponsor!” 

Lifting the microphone to her mouth, Keelee cracked the whip on her team. “That’s a wrap on Round Two! We’ve got 45 minutes to get set for Round Three!” she said as the set devolved into organized chaos. While her people began rushing set pieces off of the sound stage, she casually approached the studio breakers, activating a set of fans built into the studio to air it out after the Mess-Off. 

Turning her back on her team and making a B-Line for the green room doors, Misa couldn’t have been happier to get an extended break away from the game and, moreover, away from her team. “I’m gonna take a nap. Don’t bother me until we’re called to set,” she said, refusing to make eye contact with any of her friends. 

While Lelaya and Ayaya were taken aback by Misa’s seemingly sudden anger, Mia was all too aware of what was going on. “Hey Misa, you sure you don’t wanna talk about anything?” she said pointedly, making it clear by her tone that she was not sorry. It was true. She wasn’t sorry one bit and she didn’t care who knew it. 

Stopping in her tracks for a moment, there were a number of things that Misa wanted to say to Mia. However, when the moment came to voice them, she found it too difficult to speak. Without saying another word, she pushed through the backstage double doors, leaving her team in the dust. 

Feeling awkward due to the drama that Mia and Misa were stirring up, Ayaya took the opportunity to slip away undetected. As much as she wanted to stick around and be glorified for her unprecedented ass disaster, she had her sights on far bigger fish. Looking around the set, she tried to find where Jackson had wandered off to. Surely, he was impressed by her S-tier messing skills but it wouldn’t hurt to hear that everything was on track. Unfortunately, her partially discombobulated state of mind made it difficult to navigate the studio's many moving parts, making her feel like a kid lost in a supermarket without a parent. 

As Ayaya crept around the busy set, someone far less pleased with Ayaya’s performance found her before she could find Jackson. “Hey there, Ayaya. Mind if we have a little chat?” said Keelee, stepping into Ayaya’s path and starring the fame-hungry streamer down with a smile that was too cheeky to be legitimate. 

Ayaya tried to push past Keelee but she was grabbed by the wrist the moment she was in range. She yanked her arm back, finding that years of production crewing had blessed Keelee with far too many muscles for her to be overpowered so easily. “Listen, I’m flattered but I don’t I’m just not into you like that,” she said condescendingly. 

“Oh, get off it, Ayaya. I know what game you’re playing,” said Keelee, twisting Ayaya’s arm to force her in close, “There’s zero fucking chance you filled that diaper without cheating. I don’t know how you did it but when I find out, I’ll make sure you get what’s coming to you.” She then let go of Ayaya’s arm and walked away as though nothing had happened. Sticking around would only give Ayaya the opportunity for a comeback anyway and she had more important things to focus on at the present regarding the show. 

Rolling her eyes, Ayaya paid no mind to Keelee’s empty threat. Sure, she had her suspicions but nothing more. And with Jackson at the helm, there was basically no chance of any of this rebounding onto her. “First thing I’m doing when I’m in charge is making sure you never work in this industry again,” she whispered under her breath, glaring at Keelee from across the sound stage like a predator marking its prey. 

“Ayaya! There you are,” said Jackson, who was standing in between a set of doors that led outside the studio. He peeked inside the space, looking both ways to check that the coast was clear before waving her over. 

Waddling her crinkly butt to Jackson as quickly as she could, Ayaya winced as a beam of bright sunlight hit her eyes. After hours of being stuck inside a dimly lit studio, the outside world almost felt alien. Still, while her eyes were struggling to adjust, her sense of smell was grateful for the fresh air. She inhaled deeply through her nose, “Ahhh, Thank Goddess! I thought my eyebrows were gonna burn off.” 

Snickering at Ayaya’s exaggeration, Jackson reached into his pocket, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and a lighter. He placed one in his mouth and offered the box to Ayaya. “You smoke?” he asked, gingerly shaking the box back and forth. 

“No, only a couple of times in college,” responded Ayaya, sighing as the clean oxygen she was smelling was about to be infected by the ashy stench of tobacco smoke. 

However, instead of pulling the carton away from Ayaya, Jackson inched it closer. “Well, today you do. I don’t care if you don’t inhale, just take one,” he said as he looked over at a ground of three men in suits walking by and chatting amongst themselves. 

Realizing she needed to blend in, Ayaya grabbed one of the exposed cigarettes and placed it in her mouth, leaning forward for Jackson to light it. “Okay, you can relax now. What’s up?” she said, removing the white stick from her mouth and holding it between her fingers as a single strand of smoke rose from its smoldering end. 

Lighting his own cigarette and taking a long puff of smoke, Jackson exhaled slowly, letting his heart rate calm down. “We may have a small problem,” he said before going in for a second hit. 

Scoffing, Ayaya nodded, “Yeah, I know. Keelee just mad dogged me over my messing prowess. That muffin may have been a tad overdoing it, ya know-” 

“No, no, Keelee’s not an issue,” said Jackson, interrupting Ayaya in the process. With lines of smoke still escaping his partially open mouth, he ran his fingers through his hair, gripping a bunch of it as his hand rounded the back of his head, “There’s been a slight change of plans regarding the next round…” 

TO BE CONTINUED…