Squish Game: Round 1, Part 3

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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Aaron’s heart was ready to pulse out through his throat as he stood in a dimly lit room in front of a large metal door with 11 other diaper-wearing adults. No one dared to say a single word. All they knew was that they were going to be playing some sort of game. With no idea what it could be, they were fully at the mercy of Dom and her Mistresses.

Suddenly, the metal door began to open automatically and light from the adjacent room began to pour in. Aaron and the others were startled to attention. And yet, when the door finally was opened fully, not a single one of them made a move, each far too nervous to go first.

Eventually, it was Eleven who decided to make the first move, taking a deep breath and stepping from the shade into the light. One by one, the others, including Aaron, each followed until they had left the waiting room. The door behind them closed as the person with a “1” on his shirt being the last to leave.

All twelve contestants now stood in the middle of what looked like a standard school playground with open skies above them. However, as they looked around, it became apparent that this playground was anything but standard. For starters, everything in it was far too big for actual children. The jungle gym, swing set, slides, and more were all scaled up to be far more fitting for someone their size. Then there were the high walls, painted with blue, partially cloudy skies all around them.

Aaron was awestruck by what he was seeing, unable to believe something this elaborate could exist far from the public eye. And yet, as he stepped across the woodchip-covered ground, it slowly sank in how real all of this was.

“Attention contestants! Round One has officially begun! Have fun playing, little ones!” said Dom, whose voice rang out over the loudspeakers perched up on the wall. Her overly chipper tone caused Aaron to cringe. It was her final remark that caught his ear, though, “And don’t forget to come find your Mistress when you need a change.”

Needless to say, all twelve of them were exceedingly confused. The round had begun, but no instruction was given on how to win. All they were told to do was play. He watched as a handful of his opponents moved in on the jungle gym, pretending to play as they ran up the stairs and separated amongst the various suspended walkways. He didn’t exactly feel like throwing caution to the wind and diving into playtime was the greatest strategy, but as he scanned the area for something, anything to stand out as the primary objective, he came up empty-handed.

The only thing Aaron could think of was to find his Mistress and hope she’d be able to tell him more. He walked past the jungle gym and accompanying swing set and made his way over to the opposing wall, where the twelve Mistresses were standing like soldiers in line, spaced evenly apart with their eyes locked on their respective Little. At least, that’s what Aaron initially thought as he made his way to the far right side of the room where his Mistress was waiting.

That was until Aaron noticed that his Mistress’s eyes were completely focused on someone else. He followed her eye line, finding that she was keeping a close eye on that Eleven girl for some reason. He approached Mistress slowly, waving at her to get her attention, “Mistress, whad awe we-”

“Do you need a change already, sweetheart?” asked Mistress, her eyes unwavering from Eleven’s location.

Caught off guard by the sudden bizarre question, Aaron struggled to articulate, “I…no, no, I don need a change. I don know whad I’b spose ta do an I-”

Aaron’s words were once again halted, but not by Mistress’s words this time. Instead, he was shocked to silence as she stepped forward and cupped his crotch with her hands, feeling up his exposed diaper. “Oh my! That’s much too dry for a change. Go back and play with your friends, silly head,” she said, turning Aaron around and patting him on the butt as she sent him back towards the playground.

At this point, Aaron was acutely aware that Mistress would be of no help. If he wanted to win his way out of this, he’d need to figure things out on his own.

Scanning the area, Aaron’s eyes honed in on Eleven, who was busy digging in a sandbox. Could something potentially be buried there? He ran as fast as he could in a diaper over to her, stumbling as his feet planted themselves in the sandy terrain. He only got a few unsteady steps in before face planting into the ground.

Instead of immediately popping up, Aaron laid prone in place, closing his eyes and letting his anxiety subside for a moment. With how chaotic everything felt, there was something delightful about the feeling of sandbox sand. Nostalgia of a simpler time crept into his mind as sandboxes were always his favorite as a kid.

Soft footsteps could be heard approaching Aaron. He craned his head up when they stopped directly in front of them, his eyes locking on to Eleven’s as she extended a helping hand, “You okie?” she said with a semi-kind, semi-annoyed tone.

Getting to his knees, Aaron brushed off the bulk of the dirt clinging to his shirt and face. As his diaper left the sandy floor, he could feel several grains rattling around in his diaper, making him want to take it off and empty out the dirt. However, he figured removing his own diaper was a big no-no, especially with an entire audience of Mistresses.

With his hands mostly clean, Aaron took hold of Eleven’s hand, jumping to his feet. “F,” he said, happy to have seemingly made a friend through all of this. Still, he couldn’t relish this small victory as his thoughts quickly wandered back to the game. Hoping this girl could give him more info like last time, he did his best to inquire casually, “So…whad awe you up to wight now?”

Eleven blushed, “I’m makin a sandcasswe.” She averted her gaze, knowing just how childish her statement was.

“Is dat whad we awe spose ta be doin?” asked Aaron, a touch confused by the obvious answer. He had half a mind to believe this girl was being purposefully vague, but he didn’t want to make any accusations and piss her off.

“Hey!” shouted a voice coming from behind Aaron. He turned around, greeted by the guy with a “2” on his shirt. With him were two other boys. They had the numbers, six and nine, on their shirts respectively.

Number 2 entered the sandbox, walking right up to Aaron whilst completely ignoring Eleven, “Dat was some quick tinkin eawwier today, hoppin in da cwib when you saw dem comin. I’m Brett. Dis is Rod and Mike.” The two guys behind Brett waved.

“I’b Aawon and dis ish…um…” The realization dawned on Aaron that he still did not know Evelen’s name. Judging by the dirty look she was giving him, he didn’t assume he was going to learn her name anytime soon.

“HAHAHAHAHA!”

The trio of guys began to cackle hardily. Brett wiped his cheerfully watering eyes and placed a hand on Aaron’s shoulder. “You mean ta teww me you don know who you dealin wit hewe?” he asked, watching the color fill Aaron’s cheeks as he shook his head no. Brett cleared his throat, “We awe in da pwesence of none otter dan Natalie Gold, FOWMER weadew of da K2K gang.”

Aaron whipped his head back towards Natalie, unable to believe this small, cute girl could even be part of a gang, much less the leader of one. However, based on her nervous reaction, he knew it had to be true.He took a step back, able to feel the rage radiating off of her.

Brett continued, “Das wight. She was da pwincess of da undaworwd. Den, aaaaaaaaaww of her moneys got waided by da powice. Aww of a sudden, one of da wargest gangs in New York Cidy was now one of da poowest. You can guess whad her, oh, so woyal fowwowers did afta-”

Brett was not allowed to finish his sentence before Natalie had her fingers wrapped around his throat. Despite his superior strength and size, she managed to lift him off of his feet and slam him down into the sand. The other guys stepped onto the sandbox, ready to turn this fight into a three-on-one brawl.

“Number 2 and Number 11! Separate this instant or you will both be eliminated from the game!”

Natalie stared daggers into Brett’s eyes. Her tight grip on his neck loosened, but she didn’t remove it fully, pressing her sharp nails into his soft flesh. “Das a pwetty birdy,” she said, quickly removing her hand while allowing her nails to scrape across his flesh in a painful manner, making sure not to do any legitimate damage.

Brett recoiled, wincing in pain before rubbing his hand on his throat to check for any blood. Luckily for both of them, she did nothing more than scratch the surface of his skin. Still, the ferociousness of her actions had certainly deflated his bubble. He backed up slightly, placing a hand on his chest to slow his breathing.

“Shycho bitsh,” Brett muttered under his breath, before turning his attention back to Aaron, “Shee whad I mean, you dealin wit a stone cowd kiwwer. Now, you seem wike a smard and wesonabwe guy. Come meet us by da swings if you wan ta make some weal awllies.” And with that, he turned tail and stomped off towards the swings, with his lackeys following closely behind.

In spite of having no part in the conflict, Aaron’s heart rate was skyrocketing. He didn’t know what to think after the display he’d just witnessed. He placed a hand on the back of his neck and looked at Natalie. “Dat was…intensh, haha,” he said, trying to laugh off the trauma.

“You sood go wit dem,” said Natalie starkly. She abruptly stormed over to the makings of her sandcastle and kicked it into nothingness before stomping off, leaving Aaron alone in the sandbox.

Aaron, finally with a moment to himself, dropped to his knees once more and fell back onto his padded rump. He dug his hands into the sand, letting the delicate grains fall back to the Earth as he pulled them back to the surface. “Da pwincess of da undaworwd,” he muttered to himself, unable to shake that phrase. Her actions and notoriety definitely made her far more frightening than the petite girl he’d assumed she was. He wasn’t sure how much trust he could put in Natalie moving forward, but he knew one thing. She knew what was going to happen when no one else did. And risk or not, that was an advantage he did not plan on losing.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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