Squish Game: Round 3, Part 3

DISCLAIMER: This story contains hypnosis, diaper usage, pants wetting, mental regression, sissification, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the first two rounds yet, I highly recommend doing so before digging into Round 3! I hope you enjoy!

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“I bet you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” said Natalie, leaning against one of the walls as she looked up at the speaker that had been built into the ceiling.

Snickering over Natalie’s accusation, it was safe to say Lamar had been enjoying the show. “Ya, sure. I’m getting off on this. That’s why I brought this idea to you…oh wait! That’s right. This was all your idea, wasn’t it?” he said before bursting into another fit of hysterics, failing to conceal his amusement over witnessing the once-feared Queen of the Underworld reduced to a diaper-wearing idiot, “As for if I’m actually getting off on this, I’m sorry but I have to say no. But hey, you can’t say I’m not invested in the show. You were right, Nat. This place is a riot.”

“Yeah, yeah, glad you’re having a good time. Now let’s cut the shit, alright,” said Natalie, knowing she needed to utilize her time wisely if she was gonna pull this off, “I need you to pull me from the game. My ankle is completely fucked and I don’t wanna end up a baby slave because of a stupid fucking sprain. Stays have been granted in the past for injuries, so this isn’t unheard of. It just means I’ll be pulled from this game and placed in the next one. If you want your money, this is the smartest way to play it.”

Stifling another round of chuckling, Lamar was unable to hide how delighted he was by Natalie’s predicament. “Awww, but won’t you miss your bosom buddy, Aaron? Or were you hoping that the two of you could both win so you could go and live out all your diaper dreams together when this is all over?” said Lamar, his laughter only growing louder as Natalie’s expression turned even more sour.

“Fuck off, Lamar! You think I give a single shit about some puppy-eyed loser?!” yelled Natalie, her aggressive nature flaring up over Lamar’s ceaseless condescension, “Now, stop fucking around and get me out.”

Hearing Lamar’s laughter end abruptly, Natalie could feel her heart starting to sink as his sponsor sighed heavily into the mic. “You know, Natalie. That was always your problem. You think everything is about money,” he said, his tone devoid of any joy or humor, “If you win, that’s great. But if you lose, I’m gonna enjoy watching you lose every ounce of your adulthood until there’s nothing left of you but a drooling, mindless bitch baby. Heck, maybe I’ll even pay a little extra for you to be MY baby slave…if you behave yourself that is. See ya out there, baby girl.”

Before Natalie could say anything, the echo of a microphone crackling off chirped through the speaker. “Lamar, wait! Lamar! LAMAR! FUCK!!!” she screamed, slamming her fist against the metal walls as she sunk to the floor, and whingeing as her throbbing ankle settled into place, “What the fuck am I gonna do?”

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*SPURT! SPURT!*

Sitting on the edge of his crib whilst cradled in Blair’s arms, Aaron was in the process of receiving his reward for surviving Round 2. His Mistress tenderly caressed his diaper front, barely needing to stroke at all anymore to send him into a frenzy. While two rounds ago, he may have resisted a little, at this point, it was easier and more satisfying to let Blair pleasure him even if it meant cringing through a few embarrassing orgasms.

With her hand cupped around Aaron’s diaper-covered cock, Blair could feel the reverb off the droplets of spunk that impacted the front of his padding. Smiling sweetly at her blushing baby, she removed her hand before leaning down and planting a kiss on Aaron’s forehead. “Awww, someone looks extra sleepy. I shouldn’t be surprised after such a demanding challenge, as well as lots of yummy cummies,” she cooed, causing Aaron’s face to flush more as he fought fruitlessly against his post-nut drowsiness.

Thankfully, Blair didn’t take advantage of his blushy situation and instead proceeded to tuck Aaron into his crib, making sure every inch of Aaron’s body was wrapped up tightly. “Th-Thank you, Mistress,” he said as Blair gently rested his head back against the pillow, unaware that he was showing gratitude to his mistress without being asked to.

This did not go unnoticed by Blair, whose heart was sent soaring after Aaron’s thank you. Not only did this mean he was adjusting to his role better, but it also meant that the two of them were slowly bonding, which is something that any good Mistress strives for. After all, everyone knows that Littles perform better with care and encouragement. “Mistress is very proud of you, Arabella,” she said, reinforcing Aaron’s sissy name without any pushback whatsoever.

Instead, Aaron allowed his body to sink into the extremely plush mattress, its overwhelming softness beckoning him toward a deep slumber. At least, that’s what his body wanted. Sadly, while his physical exhaustion was at its peak, his mind was still buzzing thanks to what Talin had told him. From Lee’s past with drugs and Bretty’s extensive history of criminal offenses to Shane’s stint in a psychiatric hospital, Talin had surprisingly delivered a wealth of information about the other six players he shared this nursery with. Especially when it came to Natalie.

As the adopted daughter of one of a former New York City kingpin, Natalie had spent much of her life entrenched in criminal activity. Her first arrest came at the age of eight when she stabbed a security guard with a pencil who had stopped her from shoplifting. From there, the offenses kept mounting, both in number and severity. By the age of 24, she was the most powerful person in New York’s underground, but all that fell apart when a police informant managed to clean house, stripping her of her numbers and her endless supply of cash. According to Talin, “Congrats, you somehow managed to align yourself with the most evil person in the game.” And while he had his doubts when considering Talin’s tendency to exaggerate, if everything he dug up was true, he just might be right.

Speaking of the devil, right as Blair was exiting the nursery, Natalie and her Mistress were just returning from her chat with her sponsor. Whatever happened must’ve pissed Natalie off something fierce for her to be scowling as hard as she was. Shuffling to the side of his crib, Aaron watched as Natalie was placed inside her crib and shuttered inside after a brief play session that ended with Natalie’s moans being heard throughout the entire nursery. He felt a bit pervy watching but he also couldn’t bring himself to look away either.

Once the fun was over and Natalie’s Mistress was shuttering her crib up for the night, Aaron got himself untangled from the swaddling blanket and moved to unlock his crib, lowering the bars quietly so as not to alert anyone. While he and the others were now allowed to move around the nursery freely, he wasn’t super certain if that courtesy extended to nighttime. Regardless, he needed to talk to Natalie now, so it was worth the risk.

Tiptoeing across the nursery floor, Aaron snuck past all the other sleeping babies until he arrived at Natalie’s crib. “Hey, you still up?” he said, standing in silence for a moment before reaching through the bars to tap her on the shoulder. This ended up being a very ill-conceived idea for as soon as his hand was within inches of Natalie’s arm, her hand popped up and latched onto his, twisting it until he was forced to his knees. Blood leaked from his tongue after he was forced to bite it to keep from screaming, “...you could’ve just said yes.”

“Go back to your crib, Aaron. I need to rest,” said Natalie starkly, having zero interest in listening to Aaron right now after being teased by Lamar about their alliance. Unlike the other assholes she was trapped in here with, she knew that Aaron was the nicest by a long shot, making it harder to push him away. However, this was precisely the reason why she needed to consider cutting ties with him sooner rather than later. Just the thought of having to be the one to end his adult life in a potential final two situation was enough to rattle the butterflies in her stomach.

Unfortunately for Natalie, Aaron was perhaps too adamant for his own good. In his eyes, he and Natalie were in this until the end, even if that meant an emotionally challenging face-off down the line. “But we need to touch base. We haven’t gotten to strategize at all since-” said Aaron, his words getting cut off as Natalie reached through the bars and grabbed his shirt collar before pulling him up against her crib bars.

“Strategize about fucking what exactly? News flash, Aaron! Rod’s gone and Lee is clearly on his own. I think it’s safe to say our little alliance has come to an end,” said Natalie in a half-whisper, half-yell, the darkness of the nursery in nighttime mode allowing her to conceal her real emotions. If Aaron could’ve seen her face, he would’ve known she was lying to both herself and him. She let go of his collar and shoved him back before rolling over to the other side of her crib, giving her parting words as she bitterly closed her eyes, “Stop worrying about me and think about yourself.”

Feeling utterly dejected from Natalie’s rejection, the icy cold feeling of loneliness hit Aaron like a truck going fifty over the speed limit. For the first time since Round 1, he was truly alone in this game. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he choked back tears, wishing that this nightmare experience could be over already.

“Pssssst!”

Suddenly, Aaron’s pity party came to an abrupt halt as his eyes darted across the room toward one of the other cribs, where the mysterious person with the number 7 resided. “Hey,” said Seven, kneeling on her mattress with her arm stretched out through the bars as she waved Aaron over to her.

Glancing over at Natalie and then back at Seven, perhaps Aaron wasn’t as alone in this game as he had initially thought.

TO BE CONTINUED…