DiapOut: Chapter 39

WHISTLE!

“Work it, girl!” shouted Lelaya, giggling at Zeke as he approached his team’s spot on the gameboard. Unlike the rest of her group, her love for big dresses and even bigger diapers was too great for her not to appreciate Zeke’s transformation.

Unfortunately, Ayaya was far from pleased with Lelaya cheering on their opponents. “Why are you happy?!” she said, jabbing her elbow against Lelaya’s side. “They’re only 5 points back now because, for whatever reason, you and Mia keep giving the worst challenges to our own team!“

“Will you give it a rest already?” chimed Mia, sitting on the floor with her legs sprawled out in a V-formation. In her eyes, it didn’t matter how well their team did. Not with Keelee and Jackson pulling the strings backstage. No doubt, they were on course for that 40-point finish line bonus, which would wipe out any mistakes made throughout the round, though it wasn’t like she could outright say that without major repercussions. Given that she was about to be stuffed into a conjoined diaper with baby-brain Misa before taking her actual turn, she had much more pressing issues on her plate than some stupid scoreboard. “Just worry about yourself and stop barking at everyone.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose harshly, Ayaya was in utter disbelief over her team’s apparent apathy. “Five-Hundred Thousand dollars is on the line here, Mia! That’s a five with five zeros behind it; more than any of us have ever seen. So, we’d better get our shit together fast unless we wanna end up as four zeros. You got it?” she said as she thumped Mia’s foot with her own while her fingers traced the edges of the medallion around her neck. She was almost half-tempted to use it on Mia’s upcoming turn just to get her sour-puss attitude out of the way with no ramifications. However, the idea of leaving her fate up to the heart of the dice felt like a massive risk. Clutching the gold disk with the shape of a binky carved into it, she may have wanted to win but not at the cost of humiliating herself more than she already had.

Zeke, meanwhile, remained unbothered by the squabbling girls, tuning them out alongside the applause and idle cackling of his new, uproarious fans. With his back straight and a pep in his step, he felt weightless as he reunited with Cade and Rupert. “Make way, peasants. The queen hath arrived,” he said jokingly, his pompous, British accent leaving a lot to be desired.

“Oh, deawy me, your highness. Whewe art my mannews?” responded Cade, playing along with Zeke as he placed a hand on his chest and bowed his head. An obnoxious SLURP! soon followed his statement as he struggled to keep himself from drooling over the THC-laced paci he was forced to suck on.

Sadly, Cade’s enthusiasm wasn’t shared by Rupert, his mind still lingering on Kyoko’s outburst. “Well done, dude. Takes a big man to wear a dress like that,” he said, giving Zeke his props before pivoting to his concerns. “Not to detract from the win but why was Kyoko yelling for you to turn down the punishment? Did something happen–”

“Huh? What? Nononono, everything’s fine. Better than fine, in fact,” said Zeke, his serotonin-fueled mind refusing to acknowledge the ridiculous amounts of stress his mind had been under for the past 90 minutes. He briefly shot a glance at Kyoko’s way, glimpsing at the pained sorrow painted across her face before looking toward the hem of his poofy skirt. “She and I are just…peachy…”

Sinking down into the Potty Monster’s sloppy pudding pit, Kyoko didn’t need anything more than Zeke’s cold shoulder to get the message. Whether or not he found some form of catharsis through his extreme humiliation didn’t matter; his animosity toward her wasn’t going anywhere. All of a sudden, the toilet-shaped cell she was locked in until her next turn felt more like a sanctuary than a prison.

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“EYYA! Ha! There we go!” proclaimed Keelee with renewed vigor now that the final tape of Mia and Misa’s double-seated diaper was secure. Her efforts warranted some muted claps, though most of the audience by this point had grown bored with the extended diapering process. “Okay, according to the instructions, the tapes should fully seal in a couple of minutes. We’ll be moving right into Mia’s turn next, so you two sit tight for now and try not to move too much,” she said, patting the side of the overly complicated nappy.

Shifting in place awkwardly, there was no angle Mia could sit at where her fluffy white diaper wasn't squishing up against Misa’s equally thick booty. As if diapers didn’t already make her pelvic region a swampy nightmare, now she had to contend with another person’s body heat on top of that. Building upon her dread was the distance from CassiRole’s raised platform to her space on the board. “So, like, are you really gonna make us walk back and forth?” she asked, yet to get over how sore her legs were from her previous challenge.

“Huh? Oh, right. No, I was lying,” Keelee said without an inkling of remorse. Although, her inner sadist couldn’t help but soak in Mia’s deliciously distraught expression.

The little hairs on the backs of Mia’s arms stood at attention as she viciously scowled at Keelee. Every fiber of her being wanted to rip the diaper off her body and smack that cocky look off the production manager’s face. Tragically, telling off Keelee would have to wait as a far bigger problem reared its foul-smelling head.

PFFFFFFFT!

“Hehehe! Whoopsie! My tum stiww feews weiwd,” said Misa as an onslaught of gassy pressure overtook her grumbly gut. Had she not been hypnotized, she would’ve sooner let her belly explode than fart in such a public space. Instead, her reaction was closer to that of an actual infant, happily kicking her feet as her strained intestines expelled the stinky pocket of air from her body.

Needless to say, Mia wasn’t thrilled with the idea of cozying up to Misa's muddy diaper even with two extra layers of protection between them. “Don’t even think about it, Misa. If you try to use this diaper, I am ripping it off. Got it?” she said sternly, giving the audience something new to chuckle about as she leaned away from Misa’s tailpipe. If it weren’t for the fact she just cost her team a mess of points, she would’ve already taken the L.

With Mia’s threat replaying in her head, Misa could feel her bratty nature trying to take over, compelling her to do the opposite of what she was told. At the same time, her regressed mind was very much enjoying the buddy system of the CrissBaby Buddies Diaper. Thus, the idea of grossing Mia out and scaring her away, while fun on paper, was something she knew would only end up sidelining her until her next turn in the rotation. “Don be such a baby! I nuh goin poopy,” she said, giving Mia the reassurance she craved whilst failing to understand why the live studio audience found her declaration so funny.

“Can we please get the game going again? Soon?” said Mia, seeking an end to Round Three as quickly as possible. She was willing to deal with whatever embarrassing scenario Cassi was about to throw at her so long as it got her out of the conjoined diaper before Misa’s tummy decided it needed to purge something more noxious than gas.

While she possessed zero pity for Mia’s plight, one thing Keelee could get 100% behind was the idea of moving this show forward. “Alright, alright. The tapes should be good by now so we can move on. Cassi, you’re back up,” she said, clearing the stage and getting herself in position to cue Cassi in. “Camera, check! Sound, check! Let’s do this like we’ve got places to be! Quiet on…set…” she announced, trailing off as she was forced to wait for Mia and Misa to shimmy into a standing position, which took an additional, patience-draining minute to complete. Not wanting to sit around until something else halted production, she held her hand up and began her countdown, “5, 4, 3…”

“Wow! That was some showing by Zeke! Give him another big hand, everyone!” said Cassi, linking the current scene up to the end of Zeke’s dress-up punishment for a seamless transition while simultaneously whipping up the energy of the crowd. “The Messers still have some work to do if they’re gonna catch their rivals, the Wetters. Too bad for them, the Baby New Year is back, and looking for some revenge! Mia, are you excited for your second turn?”

The vacancy in Mia’s gaze was quickly growing as the strength it took out of her to merely stand up in the two-person diaper made it difficult to pay attention. At least, she didn’t have to try super hard to convince the viewers she was also hypnotized. “Uh, sure. Yeah…so excited,” she mumbled, unable to feign any enthusiasm whatsoever.

“Wonderful! I’ll let you take over from here!” said Cassi, refusing to let her performance be brought down by Mia’s downtrodden attitude. Deciding to have a bit of extra fun at the expense of her mopey contestant, she offered Mia the large dice block only to bump it out of her hands at the last minute in a way that made it look entirely like Mia’s fault. The result was Mia clumsily bobbling the oversized cube before losing her grip on it entirely, landing her measly two spaces for her troubles. “Uh oh!” she said as she pressed a finger to her ear and pretended as though her director was speaking to her. “Uh-huh, got it. Sorry, Mia, the boys backstage say that counts. Luckily, that puts you smack-dab on a green space, which means it’s time for another betting mini-game! Let’s go to the board!”

Collecting herself as the digital spinner went round and round, Mia had just about had it with Cassi and Keelee’s endless cruelty. Run down and desperate for a reprieve, her ability to care about whether or not she won anymore was quickly weening. If they wanted her to suffer for their amusement, then she was done being their obedient conspirator.

The Change-Off Gauntlet.

“Oh, boy! This’ll be fun!” said Cassi, already imagining how much more chaotic Mia’s upcoming challenge was going to be with another body attached to her hip. “I hope you both have fond memories of the first round because Mia’s betting mini-game, you two are tasked with racing through each segment of The Change-Off in under two minutes!” Circling behind Mia and Misa so that she could throw her arm around each of them, she gleefully gestured to the back of the sound stage as lights once again rose on the set from Round One. “Well, Mia, you and the Wetters have the lead but it’s still anyone’s game. How many points are you willing to risk?”

Thinking back on how production had rigged the game for her up to this point, it was obvious they wanted Mia to be smart and play it safe to maintain her team's tentative lead. Unfortunately, the palpable combination of guilt and anger made her want to do something incredibly stupid. Moreover, as much as she didn’t want to be the sole reason her team crashed and burned, there was a large part of her that wanted to prove she had earned her win, and a physical challenge such as this was the perfect opportunity. Leaning into the mic that Cassi was pointing at her, she smirked directly into the camera, “Let’s put 50 points on the line and see what happens.”