Squish Game: Round 2, Part 2

DISCLAIMER: This story contains hypnosis, diaper usage, pants wetting, mental regression, sissification, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the Prologue and Round 1 yet, I highly recommend doing so before digging into Round 2! I hope you enjoy!

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Nighttime fell quickly in the nursery, at least as far as Aaron and the other contestants were concerned. There were no windows in the nursery, so to signal it was time for bed, the lights around the room dimmed down to night-light levels, giving the space the feel of a real baby room.

Immediately after the lights went into nighttime mode, the Mistresses all made their returns, each one of them walking up to their respective Littles. “Hey there, my precious baby. Let’s get you all ready for bed,” said Blair as she walked up behind her soggy diaper-wearing bab.

Sitting in a circle with Natalie, Lee, and Rod, Aaron blushed as he was cooed at in front of his comrades. Over the last couple of hours, he’d been so focused on helping devise a game plan with the others that he didn’t even realize how wet his diaper had gotten. He was at least lucky that each of them had enough discretion over this who thing to avert their gazes as his Mistress fawned over him. There was no point in mocking each other in this place, knowing that soon they would share in the same misery.

Reaching down low, Blair scooped up Aaron off of the ground, showcasing her impressive strength and size. Watching her little blush up a storm as he was lifted into the air effortlessly never got old to her, and Aaron was certainly no exception. “Awww, if you don’t stop being this cute, I may just take you home myself and make you my own personal baby,” she said, forcing more color into Aaron’s cheeks.

Meanwhile, Aaron was busy trying to control his easily engorged cock, which was presently attempting to push through the front of his wet diaper. The people running this game may have been kind enough to give him back his normal speech, but his sex drive was still wildly out of control. It didn’t help that he was being carried by a gorgeous bombshell of a Mistress who constantly whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

Spotting his designated changing table on the horizon, Aaron breathed a sigh of relief as they approached the piece of infantile furniture. When she stopped herself in front of his table, though, she refused to place him down on the table, maintaining the princess-esque hold she had on him. “A-Aren’t you gonna change him?” stuttered Aaron, his cheeks flaring up even hotter due to asking such an embarrassing question. However, thanks to the first round of the games, he swallowed his pride and asked in case it was yet another test.

Blair snickered softly at Aaron’s question, biting her lip seductively as his adorably subby words. “I am,” she said in a peppy tone as she nuzzled her chin on the top of Aaron’s head, “Buuuuuuuuut, are you sure you’re ready for your changing? Once I set you down on that table, your diaper is coming off in exchange for a nighttime nappy. After that, you won’t be getting a change for the rest of the night.”

It suddenly dawned on Aaron what Blair was insinuating. She wasn’t trying to force him to beg for a change. Far from it! She was giving him the opportunity to fill his diapers as much as possible before his final changing. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been holding back his number twos. Not because he was under some grand assumption that he’d be permitted to use a toilet, but because he was still pretty nervous about doing so, especially in front of those who he thought of as his peers.

Moreover, Aaron didn’t exactly want to shit himself while being held in a beautiful woman’s arms. He’d already had to say goodbye to the majority of his dignity, but this felt somehow shockingly like a new low. “Can you set me on my feet? It’s kind of an awkward position to…you know,” he said, hiding his bashfulness behind a half-lie. It wasn’t false that pooping while cradled into someone’s arms didn’t afford much leverage, even if it was just an excuse.

Unfortunately, Blair was not willing to accommodate. “If you’re so particular about doing your business, then maybe you should’ve been a good baby and used your diaper when you first had to make a boom boom. You’re lucky I’m giving you this chance at all,” she said, her cheery tone fading into a far stricter one, “The next time I set you down will be to change you. Whether or not your diaper is brown makes no difference to me.”

Aaron’s whole body tensed up as his heart sunk. He knew there was nothing he could say to change her mind. In fact, any attempt at arguing would probably just make matters worse. Inhaling deeply, he prepared himself mentally and physically to muddy up his diaper. All it would take was a tiny push and he’d be filling his padding, and even though he was acutely aware of this, it didn’t exactly help him reduce the shame associated with such a revolting action.

Noticing Aaron’s apprehension, Blair decided to have a bit of fun with her baby slave-in-training and tightened her hold on his body, giving him a firm, loving squeeze as she said, “Go on, it’ll make Mistress so happy to feel you regressing in her arms.” She shifted her hand to the underside of his diaper, ready for it to expand gloriously.

The added pressure and frisky hand movements did nothing for Aaron’s self-esteem. He cursed himself for taking so long. Not wanting to risk his Mistress pouring on even more humiliation, he closed his eyes and tightened the muscles around his colon, bracing for impact.

*SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRT!!!*

Once the floodgates were opened, there was no stopping it. Aaron’s eyes shot open and nearly bulged out of his skull as his diaper inflated to comical proportions. He knew he had to go, but his mild cramps did not prepare him for the sheer amount that was falling out of him.

Blair, on the other hand, was completely ready for this exact result. “I hope you learned your lesson, baby girl,” she taunted as she squeezed her hand around his increasingly-droopy padding, “The longer you hold it from now on, the larger your stinky loads will be. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you hold it in again.”

“Mmmmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

All of a sudden, Aaron’s attention was pulled away from his mortifying position as he heard a familiar voice crying out. It was Natalie, who was currently lying on the changing table in a diaper just as full as his as her Mistress proceeded to kneed at her padding with a magic wand. Despite the general disgust he felt concerning his own dirty deeds, the throbbing of his cushioned penis intensified as he watched such a mature and hardened woman moan and yelp in messy pleasure.

“Awww, does my baby want the same treatment?” said Blair, causing the hairs on the back of Aaron’s neck to stand up. It was as if he could actively feel his libido overcoming his instinctual revoltion. He didn’t want to be aroused by having his mucky, squelchy diaper played with, but his body craved it so much.

Opening his mouth to speak, Aaron was about to say yes when Blair pressed a finger to his lips and said, “Just understand, my darling Little, that this reward comes with a price. Since you’re proving to Mistress Blair how much you love your diapers, you’ll have to wear them all night long. So, my darling baby girl, what’s it gonna be? Playtime or changing time?”

Under no circumstances did Aaron want to subject himself to something as mortifying as sleeping in his own filthy nappy after being made to cum in it. Still, he couldn’t help but grind against his Mistress’s hand ever so slightly. Why did it have to feel so damn good?!

In making his final decision, though, Aaron put aside the warring factions of his brain and moved to solve this issue logically. Given the insider knowledge that Natalie had, was there some added benefit to choosing pleasure over a fresh pamper? He didn’t exactly have any way of asking her, so he’d have to go off of gut feeling alone. He craned his neck back to look at her once more, still a tad shocked that she would allow herself to be in such a compromising position. Biting his lip, no matter how much he dreaded the answer, he knew what he wanted, “P-Playtime. I choose playtime, Mistress Blair.”

Blair’s eyes might as well have formed hearts on her pupils as she heard Aaron’s response. In all her years as a Mistress, she’d never had someone so eager to disregard their own pride for pleasure this early on. “As you wish, Arabella,” she said, as she began to squeeze her hand around Aaron’s diaper butt, mushing its contents about until his diaper was filled front to back with Aaron’s own excrement.

All the while, Aaron was paralyzed by the taboo feelings of his dick being smothered by both the soft wadding of his soggy diaper and the soupy texture of his semi-soft fecal matter. “A-Arabewwa?” he muttered out, slurring his words thanks to the overwhelming sensations that were racking his body. The scent of his diaper was repulsive, but for some reason, it only seemed to make him hornier. How could he enjoy something so depraved? He’d truly lost control of his body, giving in to his innermost carnal desires.

Satisfied with the fullness of Aaron’s diaper, Blair reached under the table and pulled out a pink Magic Wand with the number “12” stenciled onto it. “That’s right. Aaron was such a plain and boring name. Arabella is much more appropriate for a baby girl like you, don’t you agree?” she said, moving his chess pieces into check as she pressed the head of the rumbling vibrator into Aaron’s crotch, nuzzling it in between the bottom of his shaft and his balls.

Aaron knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t stop his heart from going gaga over hearing Blair refer to him as “Arabella” as if the name alone was a trigger that unlocked an even deeper level of pleasure. Little did he know that is exactly what it was, making the invasive, hypnotic thoughts feel as organic as his own.

Leaning his head back on the changing table, Aaron thrust against the buzzing wand, melting into a puddle of sexual bliss. He never wanted this feeling to end. Sealing his fate, Blair leaned down over him and planted a big, wet kiss on his forehead as she cooed at him, “Go on, make as many cummies for Mistress as your Little heart desires. You’ve earned them.” That was enough to send him on a tailspin of orgasmic relief. It was a climax that never seemed to stop as his penis gushed out load after sticky load.

Then, everything went dark. Aaron was sent adrift in a vast sea of euphoria as his body went limp atop the changing table. Nothing mattered anymore. Not the Squish Game. Not even his adulthood. His world was now nothing but ecstasy.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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