Squish Game: Round 3, Part 2

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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“Is that feeling any better?” said Natalie’s Mistress as she wrapped up Natalie’s ankle, being extra careful not to aggravate it in any way. It was slightly unusual for a Mistress to service their Little this much. Thankfully, allowances were made for the sanctity of the game.

For Natalie’s credit, no matter how much pain she was in, she never allowed herself to cry in any situation. A stony expression remained on her face the entire time her Mistress operated on her, occasionally glancing up from her ankle to shoot a devastating scowl at Lee, who was sitting alone with his feet dangling off the side of his crib staring back at her. “That feels fine. Thank you,” she said with almost zero emotion in her voice, refusing to make eye contact with the tall woman doting on her.

Lee wasn’t the only one keeping an eye on Natlalie’s recovery. Lounging his back against the bars of his crib with his legs tucked under his arms, Aaron felt shell-shocked after Round Two. Having someone betray him was nothing too out of the ordinary. In a world of illicit gambling, money is fast and talk is cheap, so when it came to who to trust, the list usually stopped at A-number-one. Somehow, though, this felt like a different, more intimate form of betrayal. This wasn’t money they were playing with, after all, making Lee’s actions seem amplified as he effortlessly sentenced someone to a life of infantile servitude.

*CREAK!*

Suddenly, the metal door at the head of the room began to open. Entering the nursery with Dom behind him, Lance greeted his fellow players with an obtusely warm, yet forced smile; still dressed in the sissy piglet costume from Round Two. “Hope no one missed me too much,” he said, making a general quip to everyone in the room as all eyes fell on him.

“Where the fuck were you?” said Brett, cocking his head to the side as he watched Lance approach his crib. Despite the tentative alliance they had, Lance’s shiftiness was too much for him not to play his hand overly cautious.

Rolling his eyes in a dramatic fashion, Lance brushed off Brett’s concern. “Relax. Lemme breathe for a second and I’ll tell you all about it,” he said, ready to spin a full web of lies, “Though, I’m sure if you pay attention, you’ll figure it out yourself.” He pointed toward Dom, who had yet to move from her spot in front of the door. Slowly, all eyes fell on her.

“Awww, bless all your Little hearts for being in your cribs like perfect little angels. You make Dom so proud,” cooed Dom to the remaining seven competitors, “However, you should know that as of completing Round Two, you are no longer confined to your cribs. You all are now free to roam the space as you see fit.”

Sighing, Aaron wasn’t about to complain that he didn’t have to sit in a crib all-day on the off chance Dom came in to do an inspection. Though, if he could’ve had the choice, he would’ve preferred to regain his continence, or perhaps sever the link between messing and orgasm that had latched onto his subconscious like a virus. And judging from the lackluster responses from around the room, he wasn’t the only one feeling this way.

“Now, what do you all say?” said Dom, placing a hand to her ear in an exaggerated movement and receiving a chorus of ‘thank yous’ from the Littles in attendance, “Very good! You all make this Dom’s heart melt. Now, having completed the first two rounds, there is one other bit of business to take care of. All of your sponsors, the people who are funding your ability to play, are allowed to have a one-on-one meeting with you. They may elect not to but if they do, your Mistress will be sure to retrieve you. Have a pleasant evening, cuties”

Finishing her long-winded explanation, Dom exited, her high heels clicking loudly with every step. No longer after she left the nursery, two more Mistresses showed up to take her place, one of whom was Aaron’s Mistress, Blair. “Okay, Aaron, it’s time to go see your sponsor,” she said, reaching into the crib and lifting Aaron into her arms without waiting for any kind of response.

Aaron supposed he should be used to it by now but the way Blair ignored and, at times, outright denied his autonomy was something that still felt too bizarre for words. Cradled in Blair's arms, he instinctually latched onto her torso as if he might fall at any second, something that Blair would never let happen in a million years.

Turning his head to the side and resting it against the crux of Blair’s armpit, Aaron quickly noticed that he wasn’t the only one being escorted to meet with his sponsor. Just ahead of him was Brett, who kept sneaking paranoid peeks back at him and Blair over his Mistress’s shoulder as if they were planning to jump him at any second. “What a nutcase,” he mumbled under his breath, momentarily forgetting his place.

“Hush, now, little one,” said Blair, knowing without a doubt that every action she and Aaron made was being closely observed. It wasn’t ideal but until the heat died down, she couldn’t be seen idly chatting with Aaron in any capacity.

Arriving at a set of three iron-clad doors, both Blair and Brett’s Mistress, Elissa, approached one of the doors and set their Littles down on their feet. “You get three minutes, so make it count,” said Blair, petting Aaron’s hair before grabbing the handle of the soundproof door and nudging him to walk forward.

As Aaron entered the dimly lit room, Blair shut the door behind him, stepping aside afterward and facing the wall intensely much like a soldier at attention would do. This was in contrast to Elissa, who slammed the door shut as Brett entered before ignoring her duties in favor of approaching Blair. “Well well well, you must be very proud of yourself for making it so far this time,” she said, doing nothing to hide her sarcasm in an attempt to get a rise out of her hated rival, “Just let me know if the pressure becomes too much for you. I’m sure Dom would be more than happy to let me watch over a second Little.”

Maintaining her emotionless stare, Blair wasn’t about to give Elissa the satisfaction. After all, no amount of bitter words could stand in place of a Squish Game victory, and that’s what Blair had her sights on.

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“Um…hello?” said Aaron, who was standing in the middle of the dark room. Having already felt around the walls, it was apparent that the space he was in was no bigger than a closet. And while he wasn’t a naturally claustrophobic person, the lack of ambient sound combined with the confined quarters made him uneasy, to say the least.

*BEEEEEEP!*

All of a sudden, a loud siren came ripping through the lone speaker that had been built into the ceiling. Aaron recoiled, covering his ears in response. Mercifully, the alarm was short, immediately followed up by a timer clock turning on overhead, which began counting backward from three minutes.

“Hey, Aaron! Long time no see…well, still no see for you but I’m sure that’s okay. Just wanna say we’ve been really enjoying the show you’re putting on. Bravo!”

Gritting his teeth, Aaron instantly recognized the voice that was speaking to him. “Oh, does it look like fun in here, Talin?” he said, unable to mask the anger bubbling underneath his words, “Ya know, you really could’ve fucking told me what this game really was before sending me in here unprepared.”

“Oh, stop being such a bitch. You’re still thinking like a big boy, aren’t you?” responded Talin, his voice dripping with amusement, “Speaking of bitches, you pound that K2K chick yet? C’mon, don’t hold out on me.”

Slamming his fist against one of the walls, Aaron had forgotten how easily Talin could drive him up the wall. “Of fucking course not! And if all you’re here to do is fuck with me for three minutes, then this conversation is over” he shouted, letting his temper get the better of him. He turned to face the door and began pounding on it in hopes of an early release, “Yo! I’m done here.”

“Aww! That really hurts Aaron. I thought we were closer than that,” said Talin, snickering with the knowledge that Aaron was stuck in that room until the three minutes were up, “And to think, I had my boys working all night to dig up dirt on your opposition…including your little girlfriend. Doncha wanna know more about who you’re playing with?”

Freezing in place, Aaron held his fist against the door and let out a painfully long sigh. He knew if he turned around, he’d be giving Talin exactly what he wanted. However, with just a little under two and a half minutes on the clock, he knew that his curiosity was too great to hold out for that long. He shuffled back around, his eyes moving upward as he glared at the lone speaker, “...Start talking.”

TO BE CONTINUED…