DiapOut: Chapter 23
SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRT!!!
“Ugh! Come on!” shouted Misa who had been perched atop a porcelain throne for the last fifteen minutes. Slapping her hands on the walls of her bathroom stall, she counted her blessings to have the girl’s room all to herself. With Mia and Lelaya opting for diapers and Ayaya nowhere to be found once again, she didn’t have to worry about any of her so-called friends intruding upon her egregious bowel noises.
Relaxing her colon as the stomach cramps subsided, Misa leaned back on the toilet and pulled out her cell phone. As she scrolled through her Insta account, she was overtaken by a bittersweet feeling. The way her dash looked with all of her friends and fans commenting on her gaming posts and streaming updates would soon become a thing of the past once her episode of DiapOut aired. She’d already gotten teased multiple times for being besties with self-described diaper fashionista, Lelaya. Once the footage of her filling a diaper went public, she’d never hear the end of it. She clutched her phone tightly, feeling a ping of anxiety filling her chest.
FLUUUUUUUUUUUSH!
Exiting her stall, Misa thoroughly washed her hands, wanting to make damn sure her hands were spotless after the amount of wiping it took to clean her ass. Part of her wished she had some of those soft wet wipes they used on her after Round Two but she wasn’t about to ask if anyone had any she could borrow. Drying off her hands with a bunch of paper towels, she exited the green room’s lavatory, her eyes straining to look as far away from Mia as she could.
“There you are! I was worried the potty monster had eaten you!” said Lelaya, jumping up from her seat and running over to greet an obviously stand-offish Misa, “Wanna talk strategy before Round Three? I had an idea that we could-”
Before Lelaya could dive into her winning plan, Misa stepped past her, doing little to hide her disinterest. “Maybe later. I need to lay down,” she said, rubbing her temples as a migraine began to set in.
“Hey, do you mind if we talk before you run off?” asked Mia, shyly standing up from her chair with a diaper on full display. Now that the rush of being on stage in front of an audience had dissipated, the guilt of tormenting Misa for her own satisfaction was weighing heavy on her, “I may have been a little upset and looking for a bit of revenge, but I took it too far and I’m sorry.”
Tapping her foot with her body half-turned away from Mia, Misa shrugged off her supposed best friend’s remorseful words. “You’re sorry…” she said, repeating the gist of Mia’s words as she struggled to articulate all the conflicting thoughts floating around in her head, “Mia, you humiliated me at a time that I couldn’t have been more vulnerable. Forgot the internet stardom you received. What you did to me is going to air on national television, if not all over the world. I’d say your revenge quest has shot the moon!”
As Misa carried on her self-righteous monologue, Mia had her own mental war to deal with. Biting her tongue, she desperately didn’t want to reignite her feud with Misa, knowing that infighting would only turn her into dead weight for the team. However, she knew deep down that she couldn’t let Misa’s version of events go unchallenged. “Okay, fine. I did something bad FOR ONCE! And don’t go downplaying what you did to me. It’s been, what, six or seven months now? I still can’t go out in public without being recognized,” she said, her fury rising with each syllable.
“If you resent me so much for the Baby New Year shit, then why are we even still friends. What’s that fucking saying? A…nose for a nose…or whatever?!” said Misa, casting aside all pleasantries despite her noticeable faux pas.
“It’s an eye for an eye, dumbass. Newsflash, if you wanna sound smart, maybe know what you’re talking about,” said Mia, matching Misa’s intensity.
“Oh, you’re so right! You’re just too smart for a dumbass like me right?!”
“Sarcasm, huh? Sooooo classy! You’re literally just proving my point!”
“Oh fuu-huu-huuck you! I can’t believe this is what you’ve thought of me all this time!”
“H-Hey! Maybe we should dial things back a tad,” said Lelaya, doing her best to play mediator.
Sadly, being the mature one in the room wasn’t exactly her strong suit, leading to her words falling on deaf ears.
Folding her arms in a huff, Mia sharply looked away from Misa, no longer wishing to make eye contact with someone who was as uncaring about her own actions as she was understanding of someone else’s. “Fine then! If you‘re too much of a baby to ‘LaUgH iT oFf’ like you used to tell me to do, then maybe we just shouldn’t be friends anymore,” she said, letting her emotions dictate her response.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself! As soon as this fucking game is over, don’t expect to see me EVER again!” shouted Misa, stomping off in frustration.
Mirroring Misa’s actions, Mia B-lined back to her chair and sat down promptly. Unfortunately, the speed at which she seated herself was too much for her terminally destroyed bowel control, causing an involuntary accident at the worst moment.
BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRT!!!
Left alone in the middle, Lelaya had a bad feeling that this was going to wreak havoc on their chances of winning. “I’ve gotta find a way for them to make up…but how?” she pondered, placing her thumb and forefinger on her chin like she’d seen other people do whilst in deep thought.
Meanwhile, over in the far corner of the room, Zeke and Cade couldn’t help but have their conversation interrupted by the theatrics that Mia and Misa were putting on for everyone in earshot. “Not to sound like a dick unintentionally but this can only mean good things for our team, right?” said Zeke, looking at Cade with a twinge of guilt in his stomach as he said what they all were thinking.
“Definitely. Rome fell from the inside, after all,” said Cade, reluctantly agreeing with her compatriot, “As much as it feels kinda scummy to root for a friendship to fall to ruin, this can’t hurt our chances.”
Letting out a painfully long sigh, Zeke pressed his fingers to his temples in frustration. “It’s still hard to see a friendship fall apart like this. Let’s just ignore them and worry about ourselves. For all we know, this could be an act to get us to let our guard down and we’re too united to let that happen” he said, receiving a nod of approval.
“Speaking of being united, I wonder how much longer Kyoko is going to be,” said Cade, causing all three of the Messers to look toward the door, longing for their fearless leader to return and tell them the game plan.
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“You’re kidding! A fucking bong gas mask?!” said CassiRole, smoking a post-sex e-cig with her arm around Kyoko as the two of them cozied up next to each other on the chaise lounge. She practically burst into tears due to how hysterical her laughter was. She offered the vape pen to Kyoko as she let out a big puff of water vapor.
Chuckling along with Cassi, Kyoko’s heart was a blaze after a wonderfully intense encounter with such a prominent ABDL star. It almost seemed surreal to be going through aftercare with her. “Yeah, apparently, he was stuck pawing at it to get it off. Dunno what drug combination he and Rupert cooked up exactly but it had him filling his diaper with every breath. I swear those two are gonna end up drooling forever from a marijuana overdose someday,” she said, happily accepting the vape pen from Cassi and breathing in a large hit before coughing it back up, showcasing that smoking wasn’t a regular thing for her.
“Hehehe, you can’t OD on cannabis, silly girl,” said Cassi, rolling over onto Kyoko as she proceeded to lightly poke at her tender tummy. After well over a minute of playful touching and giggling, the two exhausted Littles slumped back into their seats, panting heavily, “Not at all shocked that your stoner buddies are absolute class clowns. What about…uh…what’s his face…oh, that’s right, Zeke! What about Zeke? Is he as straight-laced as he seems?”
Letting out an exaggerated groan, Kyoko swung her head around in a big circle before letting it hang limp with her chin resting on her collarbone. “You betcha. I can’t tell you how many fun parties I’ve had to leave early because of him. I love him to death but he can be super guarded and a real stick in the mud at the worst of times,” she said, pausing for a moment as an amusing thought caused her to snicker, “He used to be a lot different in high school apparently. A real hot shot, you know? Then The Incident happened and it changed him completely.”
“The Incident, you say? Well, consider my curiosity peaked,” said Cassi, acting as unassuming as such could, “What, pray tell, is The Incident?”
Shaking her head as she handed the pen back to Cassi, Kyoko curled her lips inward before responding, “As much as I know you, of all people, would get a kick out of it, I’m afraid I’ve been sworn to secrecy.”
“Oh, come on. It’s not like I’m planning to hang out with Zeke a bunch when this is all over. Who am I gonna tell?” said Cassi, knowing exactly who she would tell, “I promise, my lips are sealed, specifically around your lips, if possible.”
Struck by a fit of giggles over Cassi’s flirty comment, Kyoko’s inner airhead was rearing its ugly head. Casting aside her doubts, she let her desire to impress her idol get the better of her. “Alright, I’ll tell you but seriously, mum’s the word,” she said, offering her pinky to Cassi. As the pair intertwined their smallest fingers, she launched into Zeke’s backstory, “It was his kid sister’s birthday and she wanted to go to some princess dolly factory-”
“Ooh! Do you mean the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory?! I love that place!” said Cassi, practically jumping out of her seat with enthusiasm.
Charmed by Cassi’s adorable goofiness, Kyoko continued the story, “Yep, that’s the place! Anyway, he got separated from the tour by accident and wound up wandering into the automated doll maker area. I’m sure you can use your imagination to fill in the blanks.”
“Shut. Up. He got turned into a doll?!” screamed Cassi as her uproarious laughter hit new heights, “Pleeeeeease, please, tell me that he got turned into a Wendy Winterlan-NO! A Wetsy Betsy dolly!”
While Kyoko’s sudden silence certainly spoke volumes, she decided to affirm Cassi’s guess regardless. “You hit the nail right on the head. Apparently, the whole experience is what gave him this fetish. What a bizarre way to find out you like diapers, huh?”
Before Cassi could respond to Kyoko’s lighthearted question, their fun was tragically interrupted. “Five minutes until we need you on set, Cassi,” said the assistant director through the changing room’s private intercom.
“Grrrr! I always get called to set when I’m having fun,” said Cassi, removing the velvet blanket that had been covering both her and Kyoko’s nude bodies and getting up from the lounger, “You should probably head back to be with your team. If I’m getting called, you guys are next.”
Flopping over onto the princess chair and pulling the blanket over her head, Kyoko shook her head insolently. “Nuh uh…too coze,” she said, peering through the cracks of the blanket as she let out a gremlin-esque cackle.
“Tell you what?” said Cassi, parking herself back down next to Kyoko and gently patting her head, “If you’re a good girl and play nice for the rest of the show, then you and I can resume our playtime later tonight. How’s that sound?”
Unable to control the smile on her face, Kyoko pulled the blanket off of her head and nodded eagerly. “Well, that’s all you had to say,” she said in a cocky tone. Rolling off of the bed, she grabbed her brown DiapOut t-shirt off the ground and scampered over to Cassi’s personal changing table, “Mind if I diaper up real quick?”
“Go for it!” said Cassi, fixing her makeup in the vanity mirror while keeping an eye on Kyoko in the corner of her eye. As soon as Kyoko was distracted from prepping her new diaper, she pulled her cell phone off the changer and began texting Jackson at lightning speed, a pair of devil horns metaphorically spawning above her ears.
“Table whichever punishment from Round Three is the most boring. I have the perfect replacement…”
TO BE CONTINUED…