DiapOut: Chapter 49
“Wooooooah!” clamored Lelaya, her foot nearly sliding off the platform's edge as she leaped over the spinning arm thanks to her clean, fluffy diaper. Luckily, she did have the rope to keep her balance, but she didn’t have the arm strength to rely on that to save her every time. “Put your game face on, Lelaya! You can win this!” Bending her knees slightly, she began forcing as much urine into her diaper as possible before the next arm came around to soften the bulky padding that was hindering her movement.
Perched next to Lelaya, Kyoko looked on with a confused, yet mesmerized expression. Despite spending an entire day filming the show together, she had barely spent any time with her bottle-blonde opponent, which only made it harder to ignore Lelaya’s goofy disposition. That said, she couldn’t argue with Lelaya’s results, watching as Lelaya became more agile in real-time. “Psst! Zeke! Wet yourself!” she shouted, attempting to keep her voice from reaching any of the former Wetters.
“Wha-what?!” Zeke shouted, who was unprepared to hear Kyoko, of all people, tell him to piss himself in the middle of an intense competition. He would’ve been more embarrassed had it not been for the danger of the rotating arm occupying the lion’s share of his focus.
Kyoko knew there wasn’t time to explain. Waiting until after her next jump, she squatted down on her platform and began to soak her diaper in front of Zeke, Cassi, and the whole studio audience without an ounce of shame bogging her down. “Just do it…please. And pass it on to the others.”
Uncertain of what Kyoko’s endgame was, Zeke had half a mind to ignore Kyoko’s orders. However, his recent conversation with Kyoko during the Round 3 victor’s ceremony had him wanting to trust his club President, for better or worse. “If you say so,” he said, burying his doubts about Kyoko and obeying willfully as a show of goodwill.
One by one, each member of the now-disbanded Messers team emptied their bladder to the best of their abilities. Sadly, not all were lucky enough to have a full tank. “Frick,” muttered Rupert, the veins on his forearms becoming accentuated as he strained to get even a few droplets out.
“Don’t push so hard, dude,” Cade commented, having dealt with his fair share of pee-shyness throughout his early ABDL years. “Remember the trick you taught me freshman year? Just picture a toilet.”
Shaking his head, as much as Rupert appreciated Cade’s sentiment, he knew his efforts were futile. The thickness of the padding hugging his thighs was only the tip of the iceberg for the issues he was facing. He may have recovered from his bout of Hypermesser’s Syndrome well enough to participate in Round 3 but that didn’t mean he had the wherewithal to withstand having his guts jostled up and down every ten seconds. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how long I can do this,” he said, clutching his midsection.
Looking back and forth amongst each other, Kyoko, Zeke, and Cade collectively nodded to each other before facing their wounded friend. “We’ll be okay,” said Cade, followed shortly by nods of affirmation from Zeke and Kyoko.
The genuine care of Rupert’s teammates almost brought him to tears. He glanced down at the well of dirty diapers beneath his feet, scouting out his landing spot before hopping off the platform voluntarily while screaming, “Geronimo!”
SQUISH!
Never let a true ABDL fool you. As stinky as the reality might be, every Little fantasizes about diving into an oversized diaper pail. Sinking through the first layer with ease, Rupert’s entire body became engulfed in the sea of mushy pampers. The smell was certainly atrocious but that didn’t stop the eliminated player from giggling up a storm as he found himself swamped by plastic-covered squelch balloons from head-to-toe.
“Uh oh! It appears we have our first player eliminated from the competition! Sorry, Rupert!” Cassi announced, prompting her audience to dote on the fallen contestant with a consolation round of applause.
Peering off the edge between jumps, Cade snickered at Rupert’s Looney Toon-esque imprint left in the bed of dirty diapers. “Yo Rupert, you good down there?–WHOA!” he said, narrowly avoiding the wrath of the arm.
“Hehe! Don’t worry about me! I’m aaaaaaall good,” Rupert said, his voice muffled as he raised his hand above the surface line to give his team and the studio audience a thumbs up. To his delightful dismay, he found himself unable to move more than a few inches at a time due to the quicksand-like qualities of the diaper pit. Hues of bright crimson flushed his cheeks as his arousal soon began to skyrocket, growing more powerful with each breath. Despite being fully aware of cameras watching his every move, he couldn't help but rock his hips slowly against the mooshy pile.
“Oh, dear! I suppose we should’ve mentioned that we sprayed the diapers down with CrissBaby Aphrodisiacs. Oopsie-poopsie!” teased Cassi, drawing the audience’s attention to the mound of diapers bobbing in place around Rupert’s pelvic region.
One deep whiff of the diaper positioned in front of his face confirmed the faint scent of roses masked beneath the earthy aroma. Coming to terms with the horny curse that had befallen him, he threw all caution to the wind and shoved both hands southward, sandwiching them between his crotch and the heap of huffy nappies he was resting atop. This provided a more solid base for Rupert to grind against, propelling his arousal to new heights.
Before long, a series of quivering moans escaped Rupert’s lips, offering a pleasurable warning to his friends and adversaries stationed above him. “So much for a dignified exit,” joked Zeke, earning a few lighthearted chuckles from Kyoko and Cade as they did their best not to let Rupert and his inflamed behavior distract them more than he already had.
Meanwhile, the same jovial attitude was nowhere to be seen on the other side of the pit as the Final Round ticked past the ten-minute mark.
SNAG!
“Fuck!” Ayaya sputtered, her back foot clipping the top of the arm and forcing her to cling to the rope for dear life as her body swung wide before slamming her shins into the side of her pillar. Thankfully, her core was strong enough to help her swing her legs back onto the platform just in time to dodge the next arm’s attack. “I hate this.”
“You okay, Ayaya? That hit looked mega hard,” asked Lelaya, who had yet to even break a sweat now that her soggy diaper was malleable enough to work around.
Glancing across the pit as Rupert’s sex groans continued to bellow out, Ayaya couldn’t have been more ready to throw up a white flag. She had no interest in falling into a pit of messy diapers and she certainly didn’t want to end up hopelessly turned on by it. “Nuh-uh, I think I messed up my ankle,” she said, feigning a minor injury now that someone else had already dropped.
Sure enough, Ayaya’s bellyaching quickly garnered the sympathy of her friends. “It’s okay if you can’t keep going,” said Mia, content to move to a 3v3 match-up with the former Messers. And much like the Messers, both Misa and Lelaya were quick to echo Mia’s sentiment.
“Thank you, everyone. Go win it for the Wetters,” Ayaya responded, pretending as though she felt any sense of comradery. As far as she was concerned, the biggest prize of the night was already in her pocket. Having already plotted her exit strategy before the arms started spinning, she angled herself toward the nearest four rope ladders scattered around the edge of the pit and leaped for the space directly in front of it.
SQUISH!
Unlike Rupert, Ayaya made sure to drop from her pedestal in such a way that her top half remained above the surface. “Uuughhh!” she shuddered, a shrill sensation shooting up her spine as her legs and hips became encased by the pit of diapers. Any small movement was all it took for the gushy feeling of used diapers to shift around her, attempting to suck her downward as she stretched to grab onto the rope ladder. Her fingers brushed against the lowest bar a couple of times before she finally managed to latch on.
“Ayaya wastes no time finding a rope ladder, escaping the pit well before Rupert,” Cassi quipped, putting the focus once again on Rupert’s lustful antics. The dutiful host scurried from her platform to the rim of the pit with her microphone in hand, ready to interview the first eliminated player to resurface. “Tell me, Ayaya, you just lost your shot at $500,000. What’s going through your head right now?”
Slapping her hand down on the foam mat lining the edge of the pit, Ayaya’s trudge through dirty diapers and subsequent climb had left her far too exhausted to pay any mind to Cassi’s question. Instead, she merely nudged the microphone out of her face as she crawled up onto the platform. “I feel like I need a shower,” she said, waving the camera guy back with little enthusiasm.
Never one to be ignored, Cassi remained persistent as ever as she attempted to strongarm her contestant into an interview. “Oh, that can’t be all,” she said, maintaining a positive demeanor for the camera. “This may be your last chance to speak candidly…Oh, c’mon, you gotta give me something, Ayaya.”
Growing progressively annoyed with Cassi’s refusal to leave her alone, a knowing smirk began growing on Ayaya’s face. “Do I?” she said snarkily, giving her host the cold shoulder as she stood up and wandered off.
Two words. That’s all it took for Cassi’s performative smile to falter. Her eyebrows furrowed inward as she watched Ayaya exit through the backstage doors in favor of taking a seat in the loser’s section located beside the pit. Just who exactly did this girl think she was? She’d had minor dust-ups with Ayaya prior to now, though this exchange felt deliberately venomous.
Regardless, Cassi couldn’t let it get to her. She had a show to run. Tossing her hair behind her shoulders, she turned to face the camera with her smile as glowing as ever. “Uh oh, I think Ayaya might not be taking the loss too well,” she said, making light of Ayaya’s dismissive countenance. “Two players are out, and six remain! Who will rise to become DiapOut’s first grand champion?! Don’t change that channel, we’ll be back after a word from our sponsors.”
TO BE CONTINUED…