DiapOut: Chapter 40

“CODE RED! I REPEAT, CODE RED!” yelled Jackson, forcing Keelee to rip her headset off to preserve her eardrums. As annoying as her director's frantic behavior was, he was right on the money. Win or lose, 50 points would be an insane deficit for either team to come back from. Whether Mia realized it or not, her big move was utterly game-breaking.

Not even the illustrious CassiRole could maintain a straight face as the microphone she held toward Mia’s mouth nearly slipped out of her hand. “O-Oh! Wow…that’s uh…wow,” she said, looking off-camera toward Keelee, who had nothing for her. “That’s a big risk you’re taking Mia…especially with a razor-thin lead. Are you sure its a risk is worth–”

“Absolutely,” said Mia defiantly, cutting off Cassi before the cunning host could make her second guess herself. She was tired of having the game manipulated in her favor, and the way she saw it, her performance in the upcoming challenge was just about the only thing production had zero control over. If she wins, great! That means she earned her win as well as the cash prize attached to it. If she loses, so be it. It wasn’t her money to begin with.

Suffice it to say, not all of Mia’s teammates saw her decision the same way. “WHY DO YOU HATE MONEY?!?!” screamed Ayaya, needing Lelaya to hold her back as she attempted to bum-rush the stage. She had kept her cool when both Mia and Lelaya had dumbly chosen not to pass their challenges onto the Messers, but this was egregious.

“Why’s Ayayayaya sho mad?” asked Misa, who’d barely been half paying attention up to this point. Her regressed brain had been too preoccupied with mooshing her ultra-thick surroundings of her and Mia’s conjoined diaper.

Reaching behind her to pet Misa’s head, Mia was unshaken from her decision. “So, are you guys just going to cut to us at the starting line or do you want to film us waddling across the studio? My thighs will still be burning with anticipation, after all,” she said with a smirk, glaring at Keelee with joyous malice.

The clipboard in Keelee’s hands strained to keep from snapping down the middle as she gazed upward at Mia and her insolent behavior. This was what she got for working with a bunch of diaper babies. “You heard the Baby New Year. I need lights and cameras on The Change-Off set yesterday, so move your asses,” she said, more than happy to reward Mia’s brattiness by giving her exactly what she was asking for. If this girl wanted to lose that badly, who was she to get in Mia’s way?

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“Alright, DiapOut fans! We’re back at the starting point of Round One, with Mia and her “plus 1” set to take on The Change-Off Gauntlet!” stated Cassi, standing atop the starting platform with Mia and Misa. “Unlike the first round, which saw one person from both teams assigned to each relay segment, Mia will have to race her way through the diaper drop, the pudding slide, and the lotion-covered staircase on her own in under three minutes…well, sort of. Luckily for our Baby New Year, she will have her best friend, Misa, by her side every step of the way.”

Shrinking in place next to Mia, Misa's anxiety was steady on the rise as she looked over the edge of the platform at the oversized diaper filled with chocolate pudding that was waiting for her at the bottom. “Too taww,” she said, clinging to Mia for comfort.

“Shhhh! It’s um…it’s okay. I’m here with you,” said Mia, attempting to pacify Misa’s nervous mental state with simple platitudes and a few awkward headpats; a caregiver she was not. In truth, she hadn’t really considered Misa’s feelings before pushing her into such a harrowing situation. Winning may not have been her priority but neither was tormenting her heavily hypnotized friend.

“Ahem,” grumbled Cassi, clearing her throat to quell Mia and Misa’s idle chit-chat so that she could finish reading the introduction. “Should she reach the top of the staircase in time to press the big red button waiting for her at the finish line, she will score a monstrous 50 points for her team, the Wetters. However, failure to complete your challenge in time will land you with quite a deficit. High risk, high reward!” Elevating the intensity of the moment with her speech, she had her audience eating out of the palm of her hand now more than ever. “Well, Mia, before we start, do you have any regrets about betting so many points?”

Staring into the camera boldly, Mia responded, “None whatsoever. We’re ready to play.” It was a far cry from the shy girl who could barely recite her name earlier that same day.

“Excellent! Then let’s not keep our viewers at home waiting any longer,” said Cassi, who was living for the drama that Mia was creating. Unlike her director and production manager, she couldn't care less if everything went according to plan. Chaos was more entertaining anyway. “On your marks…”

Rotating as much of her body toward Mia, the quickening pace of the show jolted Misa into panic mode. “Ch-Chus pwomise it’ww be okay?” she stuttered, tightening her grip around Mia’s waist.

“Get set…”

Mia may not have been a Big but that wasn’t going to stop her from looking out for her doe-eyed friend to the best of her abilities. “I promise. We’ll be at the bottom before you know it. Just hold onto me,” she said, wrapping both arms around Misa in preparation for the big jump.

“Go!”

“Jump!” shouted Mia, squinting her eyes closed as she attempted to leap from the platform. Sadly, despite the pep talk, Misa was less than forthcoming, resulting in both girls tumbling forward off the platform in the clumsiest fashion imaginable; far from a strong start. Much like before, the descent was over in seconds, engulfing both girls from head to toe in the ridiculously deep pudding pit. Chocolate sludge wormed its way into every nook and cranny of both their shared diaper and individual diapers, causing both girls to rise from and sink below the pudding’s surface several times before finding the edge.

Meanwhile, Cassi watched from atop the raised platform, giving her a birds-eye view of the entire obstacle course as she continued her teasing narration, “Uh oh! I guess Mia and Misa failed to calculate how heavy their CrissBaby Buddies Diaper was going to get! You’d think Mia would’ve had this down-pat after carting around that water-filled diaper for most of Round Three.” Her words stoked the audience’s ongoing laughter as they savored the blushy misery that had befallen the star contestant and her beloved bestie.

A trail of soupy pudding was left in Mia and Misa’s wake as they eventually managed to drag themselves out of the giant, crinkly nappy. Wheezing on the floor with her limbs sprawled out haphazardly, Mia felt like a fish drying out under the intense heat of the sun. Despite this, she was determined to get back up and moving. “C’mon, Misa. We gotta…UGH!” she stained, finding her pamper partner was more preoccupied than expected.

“Hehe, I wansa go again,” Misa said, giggling too hard to acknowledge the time-sensitive situation she was in. Her hips bucked and her lips trembled as she shoved her hand into the first layer of padding and pressed her fist into the base of her obscenely muddy diaper. The feeling was too good not to replicate, pushing her to grind against her fist over and over.

Knowing how mortified Misa would be to discover she started masturbating in a diaper while being filmed by multiple cameras, Mia needed to get the two of them going again pronto. “Um…Oh! Hey Misa, do you wanna play in even more pudding?” she said, using Misa’s salacious desires against her.

Unsurprisingly, Misa immediately nodded her head back and forth. “We gonsa do da jump some more?” she asked earnestly, her fear of heights now a forgotten memory.

“Even better,” replied Mia, pointing toward the large, butt-shaped slide with a stream of pudding running down its center. She didn’t feel great about manipulating Misa like this but desperate times called for desperate measures. Misa could bark at her later when she was spending her cut of the winnings.

Yoinking her arm free from her fudge-filled diaper, Misa’s baby brain instantly recognized the slide from earlier that day. Only now, those memories were tainted with arousal for all things squishy and messy. Scooping up her half of the bloated two-person diaper, she and Mia slowly crawled their way toward the mouth of the slide; their diaper was too heavy for them to even think about standing.

“Alright, let’s be smart about this,” said Mia, letting the oversaturated padding in her hands plop to the ground as she reached the edge of the slide. “If we lie down on the mat side by side, we can–HEY!”

Unfortunately for Mia, Misa had no intention of waiting for her to strategize. “Swide time!” she shouted, flopping over Mia as she tried to force her way down the slide.

Mia gasped as her lower half slipped into the running stream of pudding while pinned beneath Misa's body weight. “M-M-Misa! You gotta geoOohHHH!” she moaned, her tongue slipping from her mouth as the front hem of her diaper was blown open by the slide’s jet stream. Within seconds, her inner layer of padding was practically bursting with chocolate pudding exploding from each leg hole. Weakened by the bizarre form of stimulation, she quickly lost the fight against Misa’s body weight, causing her entire body to become submerged.

“Weee!” cheered Misa, throwing both hands up as she rocketed down the yummy slide while straddling Mia the entire time. Her fun wasn’t built to last, though, as she was promptly launched from her spot atop Mia’s hips at the bottom of the slide.

Wiping the chocolate-covered hair away from her face, Mia was finally given the chance to come up for air. “I don’t think…I can…do it…” she panted heavily, uncertain if she had it in her to complete the last leg of the race as she glanced at the slippery staircase up ahead.

“Oooh…my head…”

However, right as Mia was about to lose all hope, she was greeted by the sound of Misa’s grumpy voice absent any sort of speech impediment. “Wait! Misa, is that you?” she said, her tone flipping on a dime as she rushed to check on her best friend. Sure enough, the glaze that previously coated Misa’s eyes and kept her from focusing on anything had dissipated, leaving her as alert as she was when she first entered the studio. “Oh, thank Goddess! We were worried you’d never wake up.”

Having been thrown to the ground at such a speedy velocity, Misa’s adult brain had snapped back to reality. “W-Wake up…what are you…why am I…” she said wearily, losing track of any question that popped into her head as the shifting of her diaper crushed her beneath a tidal wave of euphoria. Sitting up with as much confusion on her face as there was pudding, she began to think back upon all the humiliating actions her body had made outside of her control; thoughts which served to heighten her sexual fervor.

“60 seconds left, Wetters! You’d better get your cabooses to the finish line fast!” announced Cassi, alerting Mia and Misa to the dwindling time they had.

Brushing off Misa’s amorous bewilderment. Mia had precious little time to explain the task at hand. “Misa, look at me! We can still win this thing but we have to move now!” she said, gesturing to the staircase with renewed vigor now that Misa’s mental faculties had returned. “Are you with me?”

With mere seconds to make her decision, Misa dug her teeth into the side of her cheek to distract her from her new, kinky interests. After going through diaper hell and back today, she wasn’t going to leave this place empty-handed. “Yeah…yeah, I’m with you,” she said, ready to finish this game once and for all.