Squish Game: Round 1, 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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“Sit your ass down!”

Reggie was pushed to the ground next to Terry and Mike in the loser’s circle by his mistress, each of them with dark brown blotches all over the rear of their diapers. Reggie’s cries fell on deaf ears as soon one of the nurses had a pair of VR goggles over his head, fading out his tears into docile giggles as his mind further regressed.

With her loser baby in place, the defeated mistress was forced on a walk of shame as she passed the remaining mistresses. She lowered her head, nervous about her standing after losing in the first round for the third straight year. Heck, she wasn’t even sure Dom knew her name. Offering no parting words, she exited the playing arena.

Watching her departure with a close eye was Lance, who had spent the last few minutes studying the failed contestants in the center of the area. One thing they all had in common was most obviously their messy diapers. Each of them was picked up by their mistress and declared out not long after soiling themselves. But the answer couldn’t be that easy. This game was designed to have several rounds to it, after all. If it came down to who used their diaper last, there would be no point in setting up sleeping quarters. They would have just woken up in the playground.

Eventually, Lance’s brain could only think of one conclusion, but it was a bit risky. He needed a putz to test his theory out on.

Enter Brett, running like a mad man towards his mistress, Elissa, with a hand pressed firmly on his butt. His need to shit was comically obvious at this point. “M-Mistwess! I dids it! I pwayed on awll da stuff!” he said in a confident, yet slightly panicked voice. No doubt his anxiety was at an all-time high with a blowout just on the horizon.

Elissa smiled warmly and pinched Brett’s cheek, “Sounds like you’re having a ton of fun then, baby! Why don’t you go play with your friends some more!”

Brett’s proud grin slowly faded as the reality of his failed theory dawned on him. He grabbed Elissa’s hand as she tried to pull her fingers back from his face, “W-Waid! I…b-bud I thoughted dat-”

“What’s the matter, my darling? Did you have an accident?” asked Elissa, stepping forward and reaching around him to grab his padded rear, “Oh no, no, no! This diaper is far too clean to get a mistress involved. Now, go and play, unless you need punishment, little lady.”

Brett was not a fan of Elissa belittling him. However, he was certainly in no position to argue with her. He was honestly just feeling lucky that he didn’t shit himself when his mistress came in for a surprise ass grab. To have shit in her hands would’ve killed him.

Stomping off back towards the swing sets, Brett’s drive to win was starting to fade. He could tell that his body wouldn’t be able to hold out more than another cramp or two. He sat down on one of the swings and kicked his legs back, having himself a good ol’ pity party.

“Having fun, numba two?”

Brett whipped his head back, seeing Lance standing in the middle of the wood chip-covered area. Having never interacted with the guy with a one on his shirt before, he scoffed and turned back around, wanting to enjoy his final moments of mental maturity.

Lance, however, had another idea in mind. He sat down on the swing next to Brett. “By da wooks of it, you gonna be goin numba two pwetty soon, yourself. Guess pwaytime didn wowk oud,” he chuckled, taunting Brett. While it may seem foolish on paper, he knew what type of guy Brett was. All he needed to do was bite.

“Wook, wood you jus fuq off. I’be deawt wit enough idiots fo one day,” remarked Brett, turning his head away from Lance. It was clear as day how upset Lance’s comments were making him. He couldn’t dare to let that show, though.

Kicking off the ground and swinging back and forth a bit, Lance smirked, having Brett right where he wanted him. “Hey, I’ww ged out of yo haiw if you weawwy wan me to. I waaaaas gonna ashk ta team up, bud you seem wike you don wanna win no mo,” he said, standing up from his seat and walking away while he waited for his bluff to pay off.

“Waid a secon!” said Brett right as Lance was at the edge of the swing set area, “Do you have a pwan?”

Stifling his wicked smirk, Lance turned around and returned to where Brett was stationed, “As id towns oud, I do.” He leaned in close to Brett’s ear, barely able to hold back his own amusement, “Fiwst tings fiwst, imma need you to fiwll yo diapee.”

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Aaron and Natalie crawled into the cubby where they had met up with Lee. At first, Natalie wasn’t certain that regrouping with Lee would be a good idea. However, Aaron was able to talk her into it, though it was only so she didn’t have to listen to him argue about it anymore.

For Aaron, things were starting to become do or die. His bowels had been straining for a solid few minutes by this point. He knew he could last for the foreseeable future, but the idea of making it another full hour did seem a bit harrowing. He looked over at Natalie clutching her own gut and knew she must’ve been feeling the same way.

Lee was already waiting for the pair inside with a wide grin on their face. “Dere you two awe! You had me wowwied fo a sec!” they said, letting out a nervous, almost out-of-character sigh.

“Did you find anyting inpowtant?” asked Natalie, cutting right to the chase.

Nodding his head, Lee relayed everything they learned from watching Brett, as well as what they could gather from the three eliminees. It wasn’t much to go on, but it was something.

Having collected all the information that they could, Natalie began trying to piece it all together, “Sho, we know fo cewtain dat pooping awone doesn cause ush ta wose.”

Suddenly, Aaron was struck with inspiration, “Hey Nat, you said dat da fiwst wound is usuawwy a test, wight?” Natalie nodded in response to his question. He continued, “Maybe we need ta act wike pwoper babies or someting to ouw mistwesses.”

Lee smiled and nodded in agreement. “I had da same thought! We could have to kneew down to dem when dey appwoach maybe?” they said, sounding less sure of themself by the end of the sentence as they did at the beginning.

Snickering, Natalie shook her head, “I tink you both may be onto someting, bud both of you awe jus a bit off. Doh, I weawwy hope my suspicion isn correct.”

*DING DONG BING BONG!*

Before Natalie could say anything, a set of chimes went off, which was then preceded by a voice over the intercom. The voice said, “Congratulations to number one and number two for completing the first round.”

“WUH?!” shouted Natalie, who rushed out of the cubby to go and see with her own eyes.

Aaron and Lee filed out behind her, each just as confused as to how Brett of all people could’ve figured it out.

The trio stopped when they came face to face with the two winners. Each of them was being cradled in their mistress’s arms and had on very ripe-smelling diapers. Brett looked down at Aaron from his cradled position, feeling smug that the person who turned down his alliance offer, in spite of his absolutely messy pampers.

Meanwhile, Lance had his eyes fixed on Lee, who he gave a subtle wink to. He had a feeling he would be seeing them again very soon.

“Hey, how did you do id?!”

A loud voice cried out from seemingly nowhere. Running over to join Natalie, Aaron, and Lee in the peanut gallery was Rod. He stormed over to Brett, doing his best to keep up with the mistresses whilst waddling in a bulky diaper. “Come on, dude! Don weave me hangin hewe! I-I was wooking ebewywhewe fo you!” he lied, hoping to gain some pity from the ally he totally ditched.

Brett held up his middle finger to Rod and leaned into his mistress, who proceeded to playfully smack his naughty hand gesture, “You’ll get no treats if you act up like that.”

“Sorry, mithtwess,” said Brett, adding a little extra lisping into his speech to feign his obedience. It seemed to do the trick because soon he found his mistress pressing his face in between her cleavage as the two followed number one and dom towards the metal gates they had entered from.

Rod tripped and face-planted into the wood chips, wincing in pain as he watched Brett and the others fade into the distance. He turned himself over and sat on his butt to brush the debris off of himself. “Friggen asshhowe,” he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Rod felt a hand gingerly touch his shoulder, he snapped back around quickly, coming face to face with Aaron, with Natalie and Lee standing right behind him.

“Hey, awe you huwt?” said Aaron, extending a hand to this random competitor.

Rod shied away from Aaron’s hand, having never been someone who took pity well. However, considering the prospect of being on his own in this game again, now wasn’t the time to get picky about those being friendly to you. He outstretched his hand and accepted Aaron’s help. “T-Tanks,” he said starkly, looking away from the trio feeling a touch of shame after his embarrassing pleas to Brett, “I’b Rod.”

“I’b Aaron, and dis ish Lee an Natalie,” responded Aaron in a friendly tone. A tone that none of the others knew how to take. For Rod, Lee, and Natalie, nice people rarely made it far in the circles they ran in. How had this dude gone under the radar for so long?

Natalie brushed it off, though, returning her mind to the game. “Okie, enuff wit da meet an gweet cwap. Seein those twos diapees onwy confiwmed my hypotesis,” she said, before taking a deep, heavy breath. “You wight Aaron, da mistwesses do wan pwoper babies. Das why dey wan us ta poop ouwsewves an ashk dem fo a change.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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