Squish Game: Round 1, Part 2

DISCLAIMER: This story contains hypnosis, diaper usage, pants wetting, mental regression, sissification, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“Welcome to this year’s Squish Game! We’re excited to have you with us! You’re assigned Mistresses will now prepare you for the first round of the game. And I know you will all do your best to be good, obedient Littles!” With her finishing words, Dom and her Mistresses got to work. Aaron’s Mistress picked him up and carried him over to one of the twelve changing tables. His was clearly marked with a big 12 written in pink numbers that perfectly matched his shirt.

Mistress propped Aaron up onto the table, taking a deep breath, “Okay, Aaron, I know this is going to sound weird...but you need to use your diaper.”

“I’b sowwy...w-whad?” stuttered Aaron, pretending not to be certain what Mistress had just said to him. In actuality, he knew exactly what she’d asked him to do. She wanted him to...he didn’t even want to think about it.

And Mistress was no fool. She could see by his expression how apprehensive her request made him. She placed her hands on his shoulders. “This is it, Aaron. This is the only change you’re gonna get until the end of the round. The last thing you want right now is to have anything inside of you.”

Aaron looked down at his diaper, dreading every second of this as he motioned for Mistress to lift him off of the table. “Sho, whas da gamb? Ho-wa do I win?” he asked, hoping to have some motivation for what he was about to do.

Mistress could only shake her head in response, “I’m sorry, Aaron. I’ve probably already said too much.” She placed her arms on two corners of the changing table and looked away.

It took Aaron a second to realize what she was doing. She was giving him as much privacy as she could to do his business. Glancing at the other teams, they all appeared to be doing something similar. Despite how grim a lot of this shit was, at least the Mistresses didn’t seem overtly cruel, with one glaring exception. Dom had her Little squatting on top of the changing table, barking at him to fill his pampers, much to his humiliation. The poor dude kept looking around the room at everyone frantically, his eyes begging for others to turn away.

Aaron was happy to oblige, knowing he had his own problems to worry about. He bent his knees a bit more to get into a squatting position. He squinted his eyes, assuming after decades of potty training that his body wouldn’t be able to get anything out. Much to his shock, his body instantly started to pee like nothing was wrong. He stopped, recoiling from how easy it was to let go.

Mistress giggled at his reaction, “Did Aaron already forget? We had such a lovely introductory session too. You’ll find it’s not very hard to get past all those pesky mental hurdles so you can use your diaper whenever you want!”

Needless to say, Aaron wasn’t exactly thrilled by this development, but at least it made it easier for him to use his diaper when he needed to. He sighed and let himself resume his urination. He blushed hard as his diaper grew moist and yellow, which unfortunately wasn’t the only thing that was hard. Inside his progressively swelling pampers was an unexplainable erection that seemed to very much enjoy the squishy confines of his diaper. He pressed against himself to stuff his stiffy between his legs, but the diaper was far too thick to pull off that maneuver. All he ended up doing was fondling himself, which only served to turn him on even more.

*PFFFFFFFF!*
“Eeep!” yelped Aaron as he farted loudly for all in the room to hear. His stream once again stopped, though at least he’d managed to nearly empty his bladder. He now had a new problem. He had to poop. It wasn’t desperate yet, but given an hour or so, it could be.

Covering her mouth to stifle her laughter, Mistress did her best to be respectful in spite of Aaron’s comical reaction. “Sounds like someone needs to go number two!” She patted him on the back, knowing her affirmation would make him feel better thanks to the triggers that had been planted in his brain.

Defying the warm feeling in his heart from Mistress’s gentle pats, Aaron shook his head no. Peeing himself was one thing, but he’d be damned if he was going to shit himself.

Mistress, however, had other ideas. She placed her arms around his waist, pulling him close and whispering into his ear, “Hehe! Sorry, Aaron. You’ll thank me later.”

Aaron had no time to react before Mistress crushed his tummy within her tightening hug. He squirmed as the newly applied pressure sent new, confusing signals throughout his body. Normally, he’d have no problem holding his composure from a heavy embrace, but for some reason, it was like his sphincter had been activated by the aggressive mama bear hug he was receiving. He clinched with everything he had, but it was no use. His eyes went wide.

*BLOOOOOOOOOORRRRT*

Unable to form any words, Aaron could only mumble out incoherent babble as he filled his diaper with almost no control. Even worse was the strange reaction that the mushy mess was having on his body. It felt like he got even harder after muddying his butt. He hated the way it oozed around in the back of his nappy...so why did it turn him on so goddamn much?!

Mistress was quick to notice this phenomenon occurring and decided to take matters into her own hands. She carefully grabbed onto the front of his diaper, slowly encircling the padding around his phallus. “Uh oh, looks like widdwe Aaron is getting all excited,” she said as she began to pump her hand up and down.

Aaron’s knees went weak. He couldn’t find it in him to fight back. It felt too good to want it to stop. Any thought towards how disgusted he should be was replaced in less than a millisecond by the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. An ungodly screech escaped his lips as he unloaded his spunk into his nappy, playing right into Mistress’s hand.

As Aaron jizzed in his pampers, Mistress pressed her other hand into the back of his diaper, smushing his own filth against his backside. This was her cherry on top. She wanted to make sure that Aaron associated his wonderful climax with the messy diaper he was stuck in. She spoke into his ear, “Oh wow, I’ve never had a sissy baby so eager before! Did Mistress do a good job?”

“Ahhh...uh-huh..” was all Aaron could muster the strength to say. He rested his weight into Mistress’s arms, feeling oddly content. He could get used to-NO! “Gah...wha...did I-”

A cruel snicker sent chills throughout Aaron’s spine as Mistress lifted his noodle-like body onto the table. “From now on, you’ll find that, after a climax, your mind and body are as loose and docile as a newborn baby. You must have a strong will to break through the mental effects so quickly,” she said, complimenting his resiliency.

Aaron couldn’t care less about the flattery at this present. He would’ve been scowling had his eyes not been so droopy. If only it were just his eyes. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to will his body to move whatsoever. It was like he was completely paralyzed. “Wha...c-can’d I...mobe…” he mumbled, still panting heavily.

“Because you’re under hypnotic trance, silly billy. Remember?” said Mistress, sweetly, yet coldly at the same time. She chuckled, “I just told you mere minutes ago. Maybe I gave your baby brains too much credit.”

Blushing, Aaron couldn’t believe a form of hypnosis was so strong that it could disable his body at will. And yet, his immovable limbs were all the evidence he needed to prove the contrary.

With no warning, Mistress leaned down and kissed him on the lips. His body convulsed filled with ecstasy and adrenaline, as her plush lips consumed him. She giggled at the admiration that coursed through his entire body. She couldn’t get enough of her sweet, helpless victims losing themselves to her touch. That was all it took to send Aaron’s mind back down, leaving him perfectly pliant.

Grabbing his ankles, Mistress unfastened Aaron’s diaper tapes, removing his wet, messy, and sticky diaper. Part of her wanted to tease him about it, but she knew he wouldn’t comprehend a word she said right now anyway. She wiped him down thoroughly, gaining intense satisfaction at the reaction she could still get out of him.

Despite having came buckets into his fluffy diaper, Aaron was already back at full attention. He wasn’t aware, but increased sperm production was just another influence of the trance he was under. His balls were already looking plump again, a good sign that his body was adapting well to its new conditions.

Having had to go last in sissy baby selection was new for Mistress, so she was a tad concerned his body wouldn’t have enough time to incubate. Low and behold, she may have lucked her way into her most subby baby yet.

Mistress placed a clean diaper under Aaron’s butt and wasted no time slathering him up with baby lotion and coating his privates and backside with powder. She made sure not to stroke him too much. She’d already let him cum once and she didn’t want to spoil him before he even made it through the first round. It almost felt like a form of self-deprivation, though, since she would’ve loved nothing more than to waste the rest of her day making him ejaculate over and over again. Instead, she restrained her inner desires as she smothered his throbbing member underneath the soft, plushy diaper front.

Looking around at how the others were progressing, Mistress was pleased to see that only she and Dom had yet to finish pleasuring and changing their Littles. Another advantage she had over her competition. Leaning in close to Aaron’s ear, she whispered, “Okay Aaron, pay attention. In a few minutes, I’m going to be escorting you into the game room. You will have to compete to stay in the game. If you lose, you’ll never get to see Mistress again, so make sure you do your best! I don’t know what the first game will be, but my advice is to be cautious and let others be the first to make mistakes. You’ll also want to keep...

Aaron did his best to keep up, but Mistress was talking a mile a minute. Still, he didn’t want her to think he wasn’t paying attention, so he put all of his energy into nodding along with every word she said.

*RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGG!!!*

The school bell alarm sounded off again, alerting the Mistresses that their time was up. Several ladies were still taping their babies into their diapers while simultaneously lifting them up and rushing towards the exit. But not Aaron’s Mistress. She was cool and confident as she raised her well-prepared baby up to her chest, nuzzling his head in the crux of her neck.

“I hope you’re ready, Aaron, because the game is about to begin.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Squish Game will return in January! I hope you're all excited for next week's holiday-themed short story! 💕