DiapOut: Chapter 38

“N-no…” muttered Kyoko, pressing her face against the bars of the Potty Monster’s toilet-shaped jail cell to see the overhead monitor. This wasn’t just some bog-standard challenge intended to embarrass a random contestant; this was a specific punishment designed to be Zeke’s worst nightmare. Vivid memories of spilling her guts to CassiRole following their lustful interaction together impacted her like a freight train rolling at a hundred miles per hour. At the time, she thought Cassi was interested in getting to know her and the rest of her friends, never once considering an ulterior motive. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at DiapOut’s malevolent host as she clutched the spot on her chest where the binky-encrusted medallion had been, knowing she’d been played.

“Betsy Wetsy Wants to Play. Ooh! I was hoping this one would pop up,” cheered Cassi, feigning ignorance despite the heavy hand she wielded to get this punishment into today’s show. Throwing a condescending arm around Zeke’s shoulder, she could feel Zeke trembling with what she could only assume was mortifying dread. “Fans of the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll collection should be very familiar with the littlest princess of the bunch, Betsy Wetsy, who just so happens to be my personal favorite. I know; big shocker. Now, Zeke, I understand you're a boy but you wouldn’t happen to have any history playing with Miss Betsy Wetsy or any of the other Pretty Pretty Princess Dolls would you?”

The muscles in Zeke’s jaw clenched as a scattering of idle chuckles echoed out from the audience. He could feel heat radiating off his ears; a symptom of the deep-seated shame he was experiencing. Although, Cassi did make one fatal miscalculation when it came to analyzing his countenance. It wasn't a mortifying dread he was feeling. It was a searing rage that lined his lungs with fire and brimstone every time Betsy Wetsy’s name was uttered. “No but I’m familiar,” he said blankly, concealing his spiteful feelings beneath the mask of a calm demeanor.

“Oh, is that so? So you’re less of a hands-on player and more of an admirer from afar. Fear not, Zeke. Here on the DiapOut sound stage, you can gawk at Betsy’s pretty pink dress and extra floofy diaper as much as you want. This is a judgment-free zone,” said Cassi, riling up her audience with her quippy one-liner. Signaling to Keelee off-stage with a subtle nod, it was time for the grand unveiling. “In fact, you’re gonna be doing more than just gawking. For your punishment, you are tasked with donning the diaper dolly’s blushy wardrobe for the rest of Round 3. With 10 points on the line in a close game, are you willing to accept your punishment?”

Zeke’s veins filled with molten magma as an Iris Nanny carted a 6ft tall Betsy Wetsy box on stage with the titular dolly placed neatly inside. Its short, frilly skirt was exactly as he remembered it, putting its double thick, cotton-stuffed pampers on prominent display. Tragically, the perpetual consternation he felt over his reunion with the diaper-clad doll did nothing to dissuade his cock from stiffening at the sight of the dress and the diaper that sparked his latent sexual awakening. Unable to reach down the front of his pamper to adjust his rock-hard member with some many people and cameras watching his every move, he did what he could to hide his disgraceful arousal by shifting into a semi-cross-legged stance.

“ZEKE!”

Screaming for her best friend at the top of her lungs, Kyoko didn’t care if her outburst disrupted the show. If anything, halting the production was precisely her goal. Several nearby camera operators took it upon themselves to swivel in her direction as she made her arduous plea, “I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking! Please…you don’t have to do this…”

Kyoko’s desperate words dissipated under the strain of Zeke’s unfeeling glare. He didn’t want her crappy, last-second apology, and he certainly didn’t want her bailing him out. If anything, her saying sorry only confirmed his suspicions about her and Cassi. No, she had taken his trust and tossed it aside like a used diaper over nothing more than a silly game. He wanted her to live with what happened here today. “I accept my punishment,” he said, his eyes never wavering from Kyoko’s position.

The excitable crowd was overjoyed, showering Zeke with fanfare thanks to his bold decision-making. There was no denying that Cassi had her finger on the pulse of her audience. She knew exactly what they craved and was more than happy to cater to them by any means necessary. And what they craved was real, genuine humiliation; not some over-produced, television-manufactured version of it. “Excellent!” she said, lowering her hand to the midpoint of Zeke’s back and pushing him toward the doll-wielding nannybot. “I’m sure you remember Iris from that yummy feeding you had back in Round 2. All you have to do is walk up to her and say, ‘Iris, dress me up like Betsy Wetsy,’ and Iris will see to it that you are properly dolled up.”

Staring up and down at the imposing Iris Nany and the Betsy Wetsy box in its arms, Zeke’s stony expression faltered ever so slightly as all at once, the weight of what he was about to do set in. This wasn’t merely a recreation of what happened at his sister’s birthday all those years ago. That was a private affair that only a dozen or so people were privy to. What happened here today would soon be broadcast all over the world for millions to laugh at. Clips of his exploits would be plastered across the internet before the first episode could finish its initial airing, ensuring immortality for his tenure as a dress-up dolly. Could he really go through with this and relive the most traumatic moment of his life in such a public setting? “Iris…d-dress…” he stuttered, his voice giving out before he could finish his command. Balling his fists so tightly that each of his knuckles cracked, he closed his eyes and let the world around him cease to exist, “...dress me up like Betsy Wetsy…”

Tilting its head down at Zeke, the Iris Nannybot flashed him a deceptively kind smile. “Hello, Zeke. It’s time to play!” she said, opening Betsy Wetsy’s box and carefully removing the doll so as not to crease her perfectly pressed dress. Sprouting two additional arms at her hips, the robotic caregiver began undressing the doll and Zeke simultaneously. “Arms up, cutie. You won’t be needing that boring, boy shirt any longer.”

“Hey, now! No need to knock the DiapOut shirts! We had those custom-made,” commented Cassi, adding to the large swaths of laughter that kicked off the second Zeke’s brown top hit the floor.

Wrapping his arms around his chest, the diaper Zeke had strapped to his hips wasn’t anywhere near enough to shield him from the bitter cold of the studio space. Unfortunately, from an onlooker's perspective, his attempt at staying warm left him looking like a reserved Little too bashful to show off his bare chest. This, unsurprisingly, led to an avalanche of coos and chuckles from Cassi’s peanut gallery, who eagerly ate up his bashful performance.

In a twist of irony, Zeke found himself slightly relieved as Iris hoisted his arms up again before feeding the fingers through the bottom hem of the skirt; so long as he had something to cover himself with. Unlike his trip through the bowels of the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory, the Iris Nanny was far more gentle than the gloved hands that had previously dressed him, letting the lacy garment slide down his figure at a methodical pace until the poofy sleeves reached his shoulders; a perfect fit.

“There we go! Looking like a pretty pretty princess already!” said Iris, fussing over Zeke as she smoothed out the wrinkles in his outfit. Moving the fake diapers into position for the next step, the nanny bot paused as she looped a finger around the waistband of Zeke’s diaper. “Hmmm…my sensors indicate that your diaper has been slightly used…”

In reality, the most Zeke had let out since Round 2 was some droplets of pre-cum during his ride in the CrissBaby Walker Pro. Sadly, this key fact went completely unacknowledged by the audience, who dialed up their hee-hawing to maximum volume.

Uninfluenced by the onslaught of chortling voices, Iris was quick to decide on what she felt was the best course of action to handle this situation. “...oh well, I guess we’ll just have to layer Betsy’s padding on top,” she said, plunging the studio further into a bottomless pool of chaotic cackling. True to her word, the artificially intelligent machine instantly got busy inching the pair of pillowy diapers up Zeke's legs, forcing his thighs apart to accommodate the sheer quantity of bulky padding.

“Oh my! I think somebody’s enjoyed his prissy transformation!” called out Cassi, drawing attention to the exposed lump that was sharply pressing against Zeke’s innermost diaper layer seconds before Iris shifted the first faux nappy into place.

Sure enough, Zeke’s horniness had only grown more prevalent, expanding his erection to its fullest potential. A deep, violet-red hue overtook the entirety of his complexion, breaking from the callous expression he had hidden behind since the start of his punishment. He did his best to regain his poker face but there was only so much he could do as fluffy padding continued to swarm his protruding pecker.

Mercifully, as soon as the third diaper was fitted to Zeke’s pelvis, the remainder of the process went by relatively fast. There wasn’t any glue to hold the wig in place like last time with Iris electing to simply drape the stands of long, blonde hair overtop his dirty blonde roots. The stockings, meanwhile, certainly made holding his composure difficult as their smooth texture teased his weary senses. Thankfully, Iris already had the stockings bunched up in such a way that they were rolled onto his legs with ease, allowing her to finish off his ensemble by slipping Betsy Wetsy’s trademarked high heels into place.

Other than the makeup, which had been cut from the punishment for the sake of runtime, Zeke had once again become the embodiment of a living doll for the second time in his young life. The dress, the diapers, the laughter; it all reeked of that fateful day at the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory. However, the reaction his new attire garnered greatly diverged from the endless giggling at the hands of Kelly and her cruel friends as their humorous response gave way to rapturous applause.

One by one, the members of the audience rose from their seats to give Zeke a standing ovation, giving him the chance to finally come to terms with the trauma that had plagued him for years; albeit in the strangest way possible. What should’ve had him quivering in a place like a scared puppy had been completely flipped on his head, filling him with a bizarre sense of empowerment. Permitting a soft, open-hearted smile to creep across his face, he soaked in the positive vibes the audience was sending his way. He gingerly waved to them before grabbing the ridge of his skirt and presenting his adoring fans with a clumsy, yet earnest curtsy.