Squish Game: Round 2, Part 1

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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“MMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Rolling through the rising metal gates in three preciously pink strollers were the three loser babies from Round One. Try as they might, Mike, Terry, and Reggie had all failed the most basic of tasks: letting their mistresses know that they had used their diapers. Locked away in straight jackets with headsets strapped to their heads, they were forced to regress further and further into baby slavedom. The hypnotic spirals and trance-inducing voices filled their brains with nothing but horny, babyish thoughts while everything that made up the adults they had once been was erased, never to be seen again.

Standing by and watching the failed mistresses carting their sissies away, Dom, Elissa, and the other mistresses that were still in the game smirked. There was no reason to be gracious in victory. Only one of them would become the new Dom after this season and much like the competitors in the Squish Game, they silently knew their odds of winning had just increased.

The only person not wearing a triumphant smile was Blair, who maintained her calm, serious demeanor. It was only one year ago that she was taking this exact walk of shame after suffering defeat in the first round.

“Hey, Blair,” whispered Deborah, who was standing next to her with a superior grin on her face, “Let me get one thing perfectly clear, just because our babies are in an alliance together doesn’t mean I’m gonna help you in any way, you got it? We both know who’s really gonna win this season anyway.”

Blair need not respond. She knew exactly who Debby was talking about. The young mistress had been riding Elissa’s ass since she got here. No doubt, she’d rather throw her own contestant under the bus than screw over her idol. Moreover, she had bigger things to think about than Debby’s bitching. Aaron had made it to the next round. Not only that, but he appeared to have formed quite the alliance. If only he knew how much harder that would make the game for him…

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“Say ah for me, little one.”

Standing in a single file line, the remaining nine contestants were once again being led like sheep with zero ideas as to what was going on. After succeeding in the first round, their respective mistresses had taken them back to the living quarters for a much-needed diaper change. Much to their surprise, three of the cribs and changing tables had already been removed, and the living quarters had been reorganized to maintain symmetry.

Once everyone was settled into a fresh diaper, they were placed in their cribs and their mistresses left without another word. For the next hour or so, they sat in their prison-esque beds and said nothing to each other, each of them too worried to break another rule like many of them had before the first round with leaving their cribs on their own.

Finally, their patience appeared to have paid off as Dom, along with a few nurses at her side, entered the nursery. “Awww, look at all the good little sissies! You all stayed in your crib like perfect angels waiting for me, didn’t you?” she said, her sickeningly sweet voice forcing the cheeks of everyone nearby to flush. Regardless if they felt truly embarrassed by what she said or not, this was just another aspect of their hypnosis-riddled brains having been conditioned to find their mistresses' words, especially Dom’s words unfathomably alluring. “As a reward for completing the first round and for being such darling Littles, I need you all to line up in front of me.”

And that brings us to the present. At the front of the line, Dom’s ward, Lance, was the first to receive a dose of whatever the menacing woman was doling out. Holding up a spoon filled with purple liquid to his mouth, he obediently obeyed her command and opened wide. It didn’t matter if he actually wanted to or not. If he or anyone else wanted to win, following directions was a top priority.

Donning an enthusiastic smile, Dom poured the liquid from the spoon into Lance’s mouth and watched him cringe at the foul taste. “I made it extra yummy just for you,” she teased as she plucked the spoon from his lips, “Now, my baby girl, your Dom needs you to speak now.”

Choking down the liquid with all of his strength, Lance cleared his throat before saying, “Thank you, Dom.” Gasps filled the room and caught Lance by surprise. It took him an extra second to realize that he no longer had his lisp.

“That’s right, my blushy baby girls! After each round, you’re going to gain back a piece of your adulthood,” said Dom before filling the spoon with liquid once more. The energy in the room picked up a little bit after that. No longer would they be forced to speak with such an infantile affect.

Eagerly, the remaining contestant each stepped up to get their helping of the gross-tasting liquid that was eerily reminiscent of the taste of cough medicine. As nasty as the stuff was, it was a godsend to get the power of speech back. “Ugh, this is so nice! I swear I couldn’t understand half of what you guys were saying,” joked Lee as they placed their arms around Aaron and Natalie, “Things are already looking up.”

Shrugging off Lee’s affection, Natalie’s attitude was far more reserved than theirs. That being said, it was still difficult for her to hide her relief. “Yeah, it's great and all, but if I’m being honest, I would’ve much rather had normal undies again.”
“Same here,” said Aaron, keeping the volume of his voice low enough so that Dom didn’t hear their complaints, “I mean, we’re still locked in a giant nursery and competing for our adulthood.”

Shaking their head, Lee sat back on the edge of his crib and snickered, “You both need to learn to smell the roses a bit more. At the very least, this is a spiritual victory, so try not to act so glum, why doncha?”

Rushing over to join the trio in conversation, Rod was eager to solidify his place in such a tight-knit alliance. “Yeah, you guys. The game may not be over yet, but we can enjoy our win somewhat, right?” he said, parroting what Lee had just said as a way of integrating himself.

Rod’s desperation to feel a part of the group was obvious to the others. As annoying as that was, though, it was still better than having another enemy in this game. Begrudgingly, they needed to make him feel as included as possible and they all knew it. Plus, if worse came to worst, they had an easy scapegoat to throw under the bus.

“Rod’s right,” said Aaron, taking his optimism and amplifying it, “We should enjoy moments like this together. In the end, only one of us is getting out of here with our bladder and bowels still working, so we can at least try to make these moments feel…normal.” His words brought a slight bit of comfort to everyone in the group. However, his words were also a stark reminder of one very important detail: only one of them could win.

While the majority alliance talked over their supposed good fortune, they were blissfully unaware that two other players were quietly conspiring in their downfall. “Look at them being all chummy over there,” scoffed Brett, still steaming over the outright humiliation he endured during the first round. Sure, he had been the first to succeed in the challenge, but it came at the cost of running around and playing on all the playground equipment like a dunce while everyone else sat back and waited for his inevitable failure. Worst of all was how slighted he felt by the remaining contestants. His once loyal soldier, Rod had switched sides with relative ease and now no one really knew where he stood. Moreover, though, was his hatred of Aaron and Natalie.

It was a lot more obvious why Brett disliked Natalie. His taunts had backfired hard, proven by how quickly she took him to the ground. But while Natalie was the bigger physical threat, there was something about Aaron that rubbed him the wrong way. Not only did he snub the offer to work together, but he also disregarded his warning about Natalie like it was nothing.

Sitting next to Brett, Lance nodded along with everything that Brett was saying. He didn’t necessarily subscribe to every word that came out of his motor mouth, but as far as allies go, he was certainly better to keep close than to let wander off. So long as he could keep him on a short leash, Brett could prove to be the exact type of useful idiot that he’d taken advantage of throughout most of his adult life. “Let them continue to flaunt their alliance,” he said with a cruel grin as his eyes narrowed in on the four-some, “Not only are they making themselves into huge targets, but they’re forgetting just how difficult it's going to be to keep a group of that size together. Once the chips are down, their trust will evaporate like water in a desert.”

“Ugh, you think I don’t fucking know that,” said Brett, rolling his eyes, “I was just saying is all. All I know is that we can’t let them get too far into the game all united and shit. The last thing we want is to end up the odd men out.”

Giggling quietly to himself, Lance again nodded along but said nothing in response this time. For once, that buffoon was actually right about something. It may be hard to keep a group like that intact, but if they somehow manage to pull it off, it could be game-ending for everyone else. The stakes were too high to let that happen. He wasn’t sure how yet, but he’d need to figure out the cracks in that group and fast, or else risk his own permanent babification.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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