Squish Game: Round 2, Part 7

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, hypnosis, pants wetting, mental regression, masturbation/diaper sex, sissification, bondage, violence, strong language, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Time ticked by with every step that Natalie took as she trudged her way back to the starting platform through the soupy, knee-deep mud. As much as she wanted to sprint as fast as she could to get herself back in the game before it was too late. Making matters worse, the landing she had made was less than graceful, collapsing her full body weight atop her left leg and twisting her ankle to the point where even the slightest amount of weight felt as though she was being stabbed in the foot.

Along Natalie’s path back, she limped passed Lee, who spared her only a passing glance as his focus was on more important things. “What the fuck are they doing?” He said as he held his balance on one foot, wondering why the equation hadn’t changed. It was hard to see from so far back, but it looked as though the people up ahead were arguing about something. Rolling his eyes, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “What’s the fucking hold up?”

“Shut the fuck up! We’re figuring something out!” screamed Brett, grunting as he was forced to twist his body to stay upright. Looking back at Aaron and number 7, he continued, “Alright, fuck boi, since Seven isn’t talking, you better start. How the fuck is he ahead of us?”

Perched atop the 21st square, Aaron was still recovering emotionally from Natalie’s fall, he stretched his eyes to the side, spotting her nearing the starting platform in her peripherals. At this point, he needed to do anything he could to help her get back in the game, even if it meant helping out everyone else in the process. He cleared his throat, making sure that he could speak loud enough for Natalie to hear. “Our math isn’t wrong. The answer to the equation is nine and number 7 is abiding by that. We know that since Natalie took a tenth step and has to restart,” he said, his words blurring together a little due to how fast he was talking, “I think the number on screen isn’t the number of spaces we can progress, but the number of steps in total we can take.”

“I think I get what you’re saying,” said Lance, still maintaining his calm despite such strenuous circumstances, “So long as we only take nine steps, we can advance as many spaces as we want to.”

Just as Lance finished his sentence, Seven used their final step in the count, landing nearly eight spaces ahead of everyone else. The equation on screen shifted, increasing the difficulty yet again. “You gotta be fucking kidding me?” said a dejected Brett as he stared at the problem on screen, which read 351 ÷ 27.

Other than Natalie, who had only just begun to make her assent up the starting platform’s staircase, not a single person moved an inch as they began to calculate the math in their heads. Luckily for the boys up in front, Lance was fairly efficient when it came to mental math. “27 times 10 is 270. That leaves only 81 left,” he muttered to himself while Brett listened closely to his ramblings. Arriving at his answer, he turned to Brett, spotting Aaron in the background. Deciding that they should fend for themselves, he spoke the answer just loud enough so that only Brett could hear, “The answer is 13.”

“You sure?” asked Brett, getting a nod of confirmation from Lance in return. Given how hushed Lance’s voice was, he quickly picked up on what he was putting down. It didn’t matter that Aaron had helped them to better understand the steps versus spaces thing. This was an individual game and no amount of kindness was worth risking his own adulthood.

Slowly, but surely, Lance, Brett, and a handful of others began to move. Unfortunately for Aaron, he wasn’t one to pay close attention in math class, making this simple division problem anything but. Staring across the way at Lance and Brett, his best hope was to watch them and count their paces, but that would certainly kill a lot of time that Natalie didn’t have. Bending his leg and locking his focus on the beam ahead, he prepared himself to leap over the 22nd square and onto the 23rd to test out his skipping theory. With as big of a math problem as this was, he likely had a good amount of leeway, even if it was taking a risk.

“It’s 13.”

All of a sudden, a feminine voice pulled Aaron’s focus over to Seven as they spoke their first two words of the game. For a second, Aaron wasn’t even sure that he didn’t imagine her saying this. However, the fact that Seven was still staring him down only confirmed that she did. Without saying another word, Seven turned back around as if balancing on one leg was second nature for her and hopped across several spaces.

With the number in his mind, Aaron lined himself up once more to make his first long jump. Swinging his arms to increase his momentum, he launched himself forward, landing clumsily on the 23rd square. It took him a second, but he managed to regain his balance pretty quickly. Regrettably, he soon figured out that skipping did come with a cost as the vibrator in his diaper began to rumble slightly louder. For a second, he panicked, wondering if he had lost. Thankfully, his hopscotch beam didn’t turn red, leaving him to assume that the vibrator and his speed were linked. He confirmed his hypothesis by leaping only one space forward on his next jump, causing his vibrator to return to its lower setting.

Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, all nine players made their way across their beams with zero casualties occurring in that time. Thanks to the fact that everyone was able to skip spaces, it only took about a half dozen equations until they were getting close to the other side, where Dom’s sadistic smile was waiting for them.

“10 minutes left, little piggies! Don’t lose it now!” stated Dom, no longer having to yell nearly as loud thanks to the fact that everyone was considerably closer now. In the back of her mind, she was beginning to get a bit nervous about how this round was playing out. If all nine contestants managed to make it across, the high-paying viewers would not be very happy with her as it was the Dom’s job to come up with ideas for games. Success or failure, she’d have to own what happened here today. Glancing up at where she knew the hidden viewing room was located, it felt as though every eye was on her, judging her for making this round too easy. Sadly, as much as she wanted to throw a wrench at the players, there was nothing she could do without breaking the sacred rules of the Squish Game.

Now only ten spaces from the finish line, Aaron could feel himself getting impatient to finish as he stood in place holding his balance. By this point, his legs and feet were beyond sore. He prayed that whatever equation popped up next was big enough for him to get to the end in one go.

Holding up the group from progressing at the back of the pack was Natalie, who could feel the blisters on her right foot bleeding as she stomped from space to space, skipping two to three at a time. Given that her leg was still severely injured, she’d been forced to hop the whole way on just one foot, slowing her down considerably. Sweat dripped from her mud-splattered forehead as she regained her equilibrium before taking her final step under the current math problem.

“Fucking finally,” scoffed Brett as he and the others were finally allowed to move forward again. The problem presented on screen was 6 ÷ 2(1 + 2). Looking back at Lance, who was only one space behind him, he asked frantically, “Have you figured it out yet?”

As Lance looked at the screen, a horrifying revelation kicked in. “W-We may have a problem,” he said starkly, causing the others in the area to freeze, “The equation’s answer depends on one’s math education. The answer can be either nine or one.”

“You gotta be joking,” said Brett, scratching at the dry mud that clung to his skin, “Alright, let’s just take one step forward. If someone goes out from taking two steps, then we’ll know.” Both he and Lance flashed wicked smiles at each other as they looked back at the others, waiting to see what the real answer ended up being.

“It’s nine, that should get us most of the way there,” said Lenny, unable to suppress the euphoric relief that was in his voice. Having spent years as a bookie in New York, Lenny was certainly the person to look to when it came to understanding math. Excited to be near the end, he hopped to one space and then immediately to another.

“MOOOOOOO!!!”

As the loud cow noise rang out across the room, everyone except Lance and Brett stopped in place, confused as to who was out. It was only when Lenny’s vibrator kicked up to full throttle and his platform turned red that they all knew what had happened.

“Lenny, no!” screamed Shawn as he helplessly watched his only friend left in the game fall from his hopscotch beam for the second and final time. Sadness and rage filled his heart as he felt more alone now than he had at any point in the Squish Game thus far.

Shawn knew it. Lenny knew it. Everyone knew it. The other players looked away from Lenny, with the knowledge that there was nowhere near enough time for Lenny to crawl through the mud and make it all the way across the beam again. Lenny curled up in the mud, crying and moaning. There was nothing he could do but allow the vibrator to have its way with him and wait for the timer to run out. His adult life was officially over.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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