DiapOut: Chapter 54 (Finale)
“Alright, let’s get everyone quiet on set,” Keelee said, quelling the murmuring studio audience from the comfort of her cozy seat in the control booth. Beyond the obvious perks of a raise and better health care that came with the promotion she’d received following last month’s disastrous production, no longer would she be the one running all over the studio attempting to corral guests and audience members alike. Now, she’d get to yell at the person whose job it was to corral guests and audience members. Giving her lead director, Jackson, a thumbs-up, she was ready to start the show. “Lights and sound are good. Go ahead and count us in.”
Needing no further instruction, DiapOut’s new production manager held their hand up high with each of their five digits spread out. “We are rolling in 5! 4! 3!” they said, lowering her fingers one at a time and going silent for the last two seconds.
“Salutations, fellow diaper cuties! My name’s Lelaya, and I’m a big baby, just like you!” shouted Lelaya, her natural charm and playfulness fueling her energetic performance. The self-proclaimed diaper fashionista had zero hesitation when she accepted the offer to take on DiapOut’s notorious hosting position, and the show was all the better for it. After all, what more could a Hollywood director want in a host than someone who is kind, agreeable, and too dimwitted for her own good? “We’ve got an extra super fabuloso show for you today! Buuuuuut, before we get started, I’m gonna need a little help! I want everyone here in the audience and watching at home to jump to your feet and clap your hands together as fast as you can!”
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CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
One by one, the members of the WET Diaper Lovers Club climbed to their feet to give Lelaya a standing ovation in unison with the on-screen studio audience. After returning from their lucrative trip to Hollywood, Kyoko and her friends wasted no time putting the DiapOut winnings to good use, exchanging their closet-sized classroom for a piece of rental property that neighbored the student housing district. It had space for a playroom, a nap room, and a big dining area while still leaving an extra room for Kyoko to claim as her own; the perfect space for the WET Diaper Lovers Club to call home.
Best of all, with the amount Kyoko still had left, she’d be able to afford the space for the remainder of her time in college and then some, guaranteeing the club’s financial security for years to come. As for proving the club’s vitality to student life, the commercials for their inaugural appearance on DiapOut had already been a massive boon in terms of recruitment. In only one month, their club had already doubled in size, ballooning to seven members under Kyoko’s care.
Plopping down atop the plush pink couch stationed in the center of the playroom, Kyoko glanced around the room. A very important someone was missing. “Hey Zeke! Get in here! The show is starting!”
“Coming! Coming!” shouted Zeke, his diaper rustling furiously against his darling purple princess dress as he entered the room carrying a tray of snacks. As an apology gift for exposing his Betsy Wetsy secret on TV, Kyoko had supplied him with a full assortment of cute sissy outfits. He was still a bit too self-conscious to wear them outside, but that didn’t stop him from spending all his free time playing dress-up within the safe confines of the clubhouse. “I’ve got chips and cookies and lots of fruit snacks.”
“Awesome sauce!” Cade beamed, leaning forward to help Zeke set the tray down before claiming the entire bowl of chips for himself. Following his ruinous run as DiapOut’s first unwitting villain, he’d made a point to ease back on pot smoking for the foreseeable future; a decision that left him with one heck of an appetite.
“Hey, save some for the rest of us. You know those are Rupert’s favorite,” Kyoko chided, reaching across the couch to snatch the chips from Cade’s hands before turning to check on her treasury secretary. “Yo Rupert, you almost got the stream pulled up?”
Giving Kyoko a thumbs up, Rupert responded, “Getting to it right now.” A few clicks later, and he was staring at the TubeTube homepage of the brand-new ABDL podcast that had taken the world by storm. “I’m turning up the volume. Let me know if it's too loud.”
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“...but she’s got a lot of energy, I have to give her that,” said Cassi, her Blue Yeti X microphone catching the sound of her obnoxiously crinkly diaper as she leaned away to take a sip from a rhinestone-encrusted baby bottle. “Ya know, now that I’m a month removed from all the DiapOut shenanigans, I can’t say I miss it. Doing a big show like that is way too stressful. It was much more fun to play with you anyway. #TeamWetters!” She was careful with her words so as not to betray the lengthy non-disclosure agreement she was forced to sign. In the end, she’d walked away with a sizable severance package and Lelaya’s spot on the losing team in the re-edit, so she couldn’t really complain.
Nodding along with her co-host while sporting a matching diaper, Ayaya was in complete agreement. “If it had to be anyone else, I’m happy it’s my girl, Lelaya,” she said, finding it difficult to be mad at her innocent goofball of a friend for any stretch of time. “That said, I totally would’ve been a better host.”
“Yeah, same here,” Cassi added, sharing a slightly contentious giggle with her beloved co-host. A momentary silence overtook the stream, leaving Cassi in search of a way to get the ball rolling again. “Ooh, I see we have a bunch of new people tuning in. For anyone new to our stream, my name’s CassiRole.”
“I’m AyayaGirl! And you’re watching…The Cassiyaya Padded Experience!” Ayaya exclaimed, shouting the title of the show in sync with Cassi. “The podcast with the hottest girls…”
“–and the fattest diapers!” said Cassi as she lifted her padded booty off the couch to playfully hip-check Ayaya. “We’ve got an amazing show lined up for you today. So, don’t go anywhere because after the airing of DiapOut, Ayaya and I will be sitting down with the show’s new host, Lelaya, for an exclusive interview!”
Softly patting her hands together to keep from clipping the mic, Ayaya chimed in, “So much fun! You know, we’ve been besties since middle school. Too bad we couldn’t get the rest of the gang in. Would’ve been a blast to have the whole DiapOut team on call.”
“Yeah, no doubt,” Cassi responded, locking eyes with the camera. “Mia, Misa, if you two are listening, you can’t chicken out forever! Stop being babies and give us a call whenever you wanna be on the show!”
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“Thanks but no thanks,” Mia muttered as she tabbed away from Cassi and Ayaya’s TubeTube stream on her phone. In the weeks that followed her appearance on DiapOut, Mia had gone out of her way to live as quietly as possible. Not out of a sense of shame, it was simply that “burden of the spotlight,” as Ayaya put it, was an exhausting burden to shoulder. Sadly, her attempts at staying under the radar proved harder than anticipated, with paparazzi waiting around every corner to interrogate her on DiapOut’s messy backstage dealings. As such, she and Misa had elected to hunker down at Misa’s place, at least until the heat died down.
“What? You don’t want popcorn now?” said Misa, entering the living room with a giant bowl of popcorn just in time to hear Mia’s mumblings.
Snickering, Mia was quick to correct her faux pas. “No, no, I was listening to Ayaya’s public callout. She and Cassi have requested our presence on their show.”
“Ooh, nice! That means I can charge an appearance fee, right?” Misa quipped as she parked her diapered butt next to Mia’s. While her hypnosis-induced lisp may have finally faded, her bladder was still very much in recovery, leaving her padded 24/7 for the time being. “All I’m saying is that if I’m gonna be on camera in a diaper, I better be getting paid for it.”
“Psssh, with Ayaya? Fat chance,” Mia replied, scooping up a handful of popcorn and proceeding to munch on the individual kernels one at a time. “Although…if you’re interested, I got a call the other day about doing an ABDL version of the Amazing Race. The producer said I could pick any partner I want.”
Misa paused momentarily, musing on Mia’s offer as she stared up at the flat screen TV. “Ask me again after our episode airs,” she said, tossing a single piece of popcorn at Mia before grabbing the remote to turn up the volume.
The pair of best friends leaned into each other’s shoulders as they continued to watch their third and mightiest wheel, Lelaya, prance around on screen. “All participating contestants are required to be padded throughout the duration of the show. And, of course, if any contestant messes their diaper…”
“THAT’S A DIAPOUT!”
THE END.