Squish Game: Round 1, Part 5

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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“Waid, wuh?!” Aaron whisper-shouted, unable to wrap his head around the words that left Natalie’s mouth, “You can’d be sewioush.”

Folding her arms, Natalie shook her head, “Wook, you can bewieve me or nod, bud ish twue. Wound One is nod a game, ish a test.” She peeked out of their hiding spot, noticing a few mistresses staring directly at their location as if the walls around them didn’t matter. There was no hiding, they knew every square inch of this place. That was the point after all. She continued, “A test of obediensh. Dat’s awways wuh da fiwst wound is. Dey wan us to lower ouwsewves in submission.”

“Pfffff, have dey nod lowered us enough awweady?” scoffed Lee, stretching their long, slender neck out to get a view the Mistresses, “If you ask me, dis whowe game seems bogus. Awe dey weawwy gonna wet one of us go wit awll dat cash afta dis?”

Natalie slammed her fist down on the hardwood floor of the playset. “Dey will!” she yelled, losing her temper for a brief moment. She slowly recoiled, “Dere’s no time to expwain dis, bud I know dis game. I’be seen it awll pway out, an ish no joke. I wouldn be hewe if it was.”

Aaron felt a lump forming in his throat. The weight of how outmatched he was had started to press on him a bit more. He needed to get focused and stay calm if he had any shot of progressing to the end. “Sho teww us, by a tes of obedience, wuh do you mean?”

Natalie sighed, thinking hard about her response. “I’b not sure. Ish never da same ting. Wuh appens most offen ish twial by ewwow…ewwor…e r r o r,” she said in frustration, feeling embarrassed that she was forced to spell out such a simple word.

“Wuh does dat mean?” asked Aaron, his impatience bubbling to the surface. The way Natalie kept dancing around answers was beginning to annoy him slightly, but he couldn’t let that show for fear of pissing her off.

Thankfully, Natalie was far more direct with her next response, “It means we sit tighd an waid fo da otters to make mishtakes fiwst. Once a few go down, we mighd stawt to see a paddern.”

Lee, who was starting to get a bit fidgety, stood up and moved toward the cubby’s exit, “You two habe fun, okie? I’b gonna go do whad I do besht.”

“Waid, you weaving?” asked Aaron, awestruck that Lee would dip out so soon after inserting themself into their alliance.

Chuckling, Lee turned his focus towards another small group who was chatting near the monkey bars. “Don wowwy, I’ww wide or die in dis awwiance fo a bit. You guys seem pwetty fun, afta awll. Gwoups jus awen’t my shcene. I do my besht wowk on my own.”

“Bud-” was all Aaron was able to say before Natalie placed a firm hand on his shoulder, calling him off.

Crawling past Aaron, Natalie locked her eyes on Lee, “We meet back hewe afta two peopo habe been eliminated to shawe info. Twy nod ta wose in da meantime.”

“You got id, bossh,” said Lee, winking back at Natalie before running off.

Aaron scooted towards the mouth of the cubby, joining Natalie. “Awe you suwe ish okie ta wet Lee wun off wike dat?” he said, the small hint of concern in his voice, “I mean, da wast ting we need ish ta wose ouw advanage. Whad if Lee bwabs ta someone ewse?”

“Oh, dere’s no need to wowwy aboud dem, ad weast fo now,” said Natalie, offering her hand to Aaron as she stepped out of the playset, “Dey wewre a woyal dog to their bossh fo many yeaws. Ish nod Lee’s stywe to backstab.”

Aaron’s eyes widened, “Waid, you knew dem befowe?” In his mind, Natalie’s advantage in this game only seemed to get bigger and bigger.

“Lee, Bwett, and awso two otters. Ish a smaww worwd we live in. Even smawwer when you live on da edge,” said Natalie as she stood and watched Lee disappear from sight near the slides, “An when you a widdwe fish in a worwd dat smaww, you gotta find fwiends whewe you can.”

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*GRRRUUUUUUUUUMMMMBBBBLE!!!*

“Ooooh!” cried Brett as he clutched his gut tightly. It had been fifteen minutes since the cramps had set in and he was starting to sweat from the pressure. Balling his fist, he punched against the pole of the swing set he was standing near before turning to Mike, “Whewe da fuck ish Rod?”

Mike shook his head, his gut also in his hands. Their cramps had set in around the same time and the veins on Mike’s forehead were becoming prominent, “I dunno dude, but I don tink we can keep waiding. We gotta do someting fasht.”

“I know dat! Shut da heww up! I’b tinking!” asserted Brett, his voice cracking a bit. He scanned the direction that Rod had run off in earlier one last time, seeing no sign of him, “Fuck him, we can do dis ouwsewves. Fowwow me!”

Together, Brett and Mike moved as quickly as they could over to the teeter-totters, each of them hopping on one side of the nearest one.

Brett went to lower himself onto the seat resting on the ground, but the squatting position that he put himself in nearly caused him to void his bowels. He quickly erected himself, preventing a massive blowout. Being more strategic, he walked towards the center of the seesaw and balanced it out so that both he and Mike could get on while standing. “Awwight, so we jus habe ta go up and down once apiece, den we sood have dis section cweawed,” he said.

Mike nodded in confirmation. “Do you wanna go up or down fiwst?” he asked, afraid to make the first move with how on the edge his bowels felt.

Contemplating his choice, Brett chose not to take the pain first, “I go up and you go down, den we switsh. You weady?”

“Weady,” said Mike with a shaky voice. Clenching his butt as tightly as he could, he jumped up in the air to get the leverage he needed and squatted down on the teeter-totter’s hard, plastic seat.

Simultaneously, Brett braced for the impact of the upwards momentum that the seat would bring. The moment his diaper was cupped and his feet left the ground, he felt a strange sense of relief. With his entire body weight resting on his butt, he didn’t need to stress so much to keep it held.

It wasn’t a long moment, however, as soon after Brett felt the inertia of moving down. Mike’s squat was incredibly painful, but he managed to survive the added pressure on his abdomen. He quickly jumped back up, not wanting to stay in such a precarious position for longer than he had to.

Brett came crashing down to the ground with rigorous speed, planting his feet and keeping his diapered butt planted on his seat, so as to make sure to complete a full rotation. “Muuuuaaaaaahhhhhh!” he screamed as the cramps he felt were the most intense of his entire life. It was like getting a punch to the gut and a kick to the groin at the same time. Still, as painful as it was, he managed to keep a tight grip on his potty training and avoided the impending brown mess for at least a little longer.

As quickly as he could, Brett jumped off of the seesaw, recoiling on the ground as his body recovered from so much stress.

Unfortunately, Mike was not so lucky. He got the same relief that Brett did as he rose up into the air with his padded tush getting a temporary reprieve. However, the moment Brett leaped off of the seesaw, Mike was sent falling back to Earth, landing with an even harder thud than Brett did since there was no counterweight to support his descent. His eyes widened in fear as his body gave up the fight.

*SPPLOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRT!!!*

The seat of Mike’s diaper filled up like a great big, stinky balloon. The liquidized fecal matter searched for any nook and cranny it could fit itself into, giving the secret diaper lover an oddly pleasurable moment in the midst of such frightening opposition. A soft moan escaped his lips. He cupped his mouth with his hands but it was too late. One look at Brett’s disgusted face was all he needed to know his secret was no more. As his diaper continued to expand, the weight became too much for his shaky legs, sending him falling backward onto his messy bottom with a wet *plop!*

With a dumbfounded look on his face, Brett slowly got to his feet, something that took a bit of extra effort to do with the added bulk between his legs. He strode over to Mike, keeping his legs tightly together, “Awwight, dat was da hawd one.”

“Sweet, hewp me up and wet’s go cwear da otter ones,” said Mike, unable to hoist himself up due to the weight of his padding. He extended his hand to Brett for help

Covering his nose, Brett waved off the air around Mike, unable to stand the horrible smells emanating from his ally’s diaper, “Fuck dude, you nod wowth it.”

“W-wuh do you mean?” asked Mike, stuttering a little, “Hewp me up and wet's ged to da nex shtation.”

Looking over at where the mistresses were standing, Brett saw two of them whispering amongst themselves before pointing in his and Mike’s general direction. He wasn’t sure how much time was left, but with how loaded Mike’s diaper was, he knew one thing was certain. Mike was dead weight. Without saying another word, he turned and walked off toward the monkey bars. He only needed Mike for the teeter-totter anyway, and at this point, he would only slow him down.

“H-hey! Whewe awe you goin?!” shouted Mike, rocking back and forth in his overused diaper, trying to get enough traction to stand. He rolled himself over so that he could crawl on his belly, “GED BACK HEWE, YOU ASSHHOWE!!”

“My, my…such naughty words for a naughty baby.”

Mike’s blood suddenly went cold. He craned his neck back, looking up at his own Mistress, Miley, who wore a terrifying grin on her face. She lifted her foot and pressed it harshly against Mike’s full diaper, pushing him onto his belly. Standing over him, she shook her head in disappointment, “Tsk, tsk, trying to keep such a nasty diaper from Mommy, are you?”

With tears in his eyes, Mike's emotions finally got to him. This game, this life, he’d had enough of both. With no more strength left to fight, he began to sob loudly and uncontrollably, much like a real baby would.

His tears, however, had no effect on his Mistress, whose wicked smile only grew with the volume of his blubbering. She leaned down and spoke softly in his ear, “Sorry, baby girl. Your tears won’t get you out of trouble this time. I’m afraid your game is officially over.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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