The Gambler: Chapter 14 (Final)

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“Clara, please let go!” Blake whisper-yelled as he attempted to pry himself away from his gambling buddy's surprisingly strong grip. Why couldn’t she have the strength of a baby too? After everything he’d been through tonight, he’d fought too hard to give in now. If he could make it through security guards chasing him, staff members babying him, and mechanical arms subduing him, then getting past Clara should be a synch.

While Blake’s head was swirling with thoughts on how to escape from Clara, the crib, and the Auction House, Clara’s head was practically empty. It was like being insanely high. Every now and then, she’d remember something in the back of her mind, but it would fade too soon for it to be anything tangible, making the memory feel as fleeting as a dream. With no connection to the adult side of her mind, she was reduced to nothing more than a baby acting on impulse—an id without an ego.

Speaking of egos, Blake cracked a smug smile as the perfect idea of how to get Clara to back off popped into his head. “Hey, Clara, want to play a game?” he asked, still trying to pull his pinned arm free.

A bright, docile smile appeared on Clara’s face as her head popped up, forgetting in an instant why she had even tackled Blake in the first place, “A game?!”

“Shhhhhhhh!” said Blake, putting his pointer finger against his mouth with his one free hand to his mouth. He quickly glanced around the room, making sure no one had heard them. Mercifully, the only thing he heard was the soft music that played throughout the room. “It’s…a secret game, so you can’t tell anyone else, okay?”

Nodding her head, Clara eased back from her hold on Blake, covering her mouth with her hands in the process as she held herself back from giggling. Nothing made a Little giddier than games and secrets.

With Clara calmed down and no longer restraining him, Blake sat up with his back to the bars of the crib and laid out his plan, “Here’s what I need you to do. You’re going to cover your eyes like this…” He demonstrated, understanding that Clara’s repressed brain didn’t likely have the capacity to handle verbal instructions only. Once she copied his actions, he continued, “...and then you’re going to count to ten and I’m going to pose. You have to guess what animal I am. Sound fun?”

Clara turned her nodding up to 11, beyond ecstatic by the game Blake had laid out. Baby brains really were too easy to manipulate. Before she allowed the game to start, though, she had an idea on how to make the game even more fun, “Wansa makes a bet?”
Blake was in shock that even in such an infantile state, Clara was still the same Clara, ready to gamble the clothes on her back if that’s what it took. “Um…sure, why not? What’s the bet?” he said, hoping to appease her enough to start the game.

“Hmmm…woser hasta make a big tinky in dey diapee!” said Clara, snickering as such a blushy prospect. In her regressed mind, that was the most daring thing she could come up with. Of course, babies messed themselves all the time on accident, but to do so on purpose meant you were an extra big baby! “Sho…do we have a bet, or awe chus gonna chiggen out?”

Groaning, Blake agreed to the deal, shaking hands with Clara to seal it. As he pulled away, he grimaced at how sticky her hand was and wiped his off on his pants. “We’re ready to play then. Go ahead and start counting,” he said, waiting until her eyes were covered to make his move.

Wearing a dorky smile, she covered her eyes and began counting backward from ten, “ten…nine…uh…wuh comes afta nine?”

Focusing his attention on the surprisingly tall crib bars, Blake rolled his eyes and responded, “Next is eight, do you need help with any others?”

“Nuh-uh! I can do it!” shouted Clara, causing Blake to wince as he looked around, seeing a few of the Littles stir due to Clara’s volume. He didn’t have time to shush her again, though, opting instead to begin his ascent.

“...eight…seven…”

Reaching up, Blake grabbed onto the horizontal bar that held the crib bars together and pulled himself upward. Unfortunately for him, the side of the crib he was climbing on was the one that came down, making his terrain unstable. While it was certainly more challenging, he didn’t have time to switch sides. So he proceeded upward, muscling his torso over the side of the crib.

“...six…um…oh! five…”

Lifting his first leg up over the side of the crib proved to be quite a feat given the bulk of his diapers. It took multiple attempts and used up a lot of arm strength, but he managed to hook his foot on the ledge. Thank Goddess that Clara was counting at such a slow pace that it gave him more than the allotted ten seconds. In hindsight, he really should’ve made it twenty.

“...fowr…fwee…”

Scooting his crotch across the wooden beam, Blake was nearly straddling the top of the crib bars. All he had to do now was climb down the other side and he would be home free. “See ya in a week, Clara,” he said under his breath as he prepared to jump.

*CLUNK!*
Suddenly, Blake’s weight caused the crib bars to come slamming down. He fell from his perch onto the mattress below, landing on his back and knocking the wind out of him.

“…too…wun…aww done!” said Clara, uncovering her eyes to see Blake writhing in pain on his back. Not that she cared much for his condition. The only thing on her mind was winning. “Awe chus a turdle on his back?”

Feeling the air return to his lungs, Blake sat up slowly, rubbing his aching back, “Huh? Oh sure, whatever,” he said, too discombobulated to remember the bet he had made only a minute prior. In his mind, the crib was open, so his escape was inevitable.

To Clara, however, Blake was now the loser baby who had to mess his diaper and sleep in it for the rest of the night. “Yay! Dat means I da winner and chus da woser!” she said as she quickly mounted herself on Blake’s tummy, straddling him with his arms pinned to his sides by her thighs, “Chus know wuh dat means! Hehehe!”

Recalling the bet he had made with Clara, Blake scoffed at her, “I’m not going to mess my diap-”

*GRUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMBBLE!*
As if fate wanted to see to it that Blake lived up to his end of the bargain, the massive meal that Blake had over-indulged in was finally coming back to haunt him in the worst way possible. Tacking on the fact that the vast majority of Clara’s body weight was resting on his intestines, his need to use the toilet was strong and imminent. In spite of everything that had happened over the course of one night, the one thing that Blake had managed to do was to keep from shitting himself, as if that one feat represented the last strand of adulthood he had left.

“C-Clara, please get off, I promise to play with you all night if you do,” lied Blake, knowing well and good that he was going to bolt the moment she released him. Trapped on his back, he was forced to look up at the spinning mobile that hung over Clara’s head. He wasn’t aware of it yet, but the music that was playing in the room was starting to get much louder.

Shaking her head vehemently, Clara placed one hand on Blake’s stomach to add more weight and reached around with the other, planting it on the bottom of Blake’s diaper. She wanted to feel the moment he lost his continence and his dignity. “Chus know dat a bet ish a bet,” she said, her vicious mockery ringing in Blake’s ears almost as powerfully as the music was.

Feeling his guts bubbling horrifically, Blake no longer cared about if anyone heard him or not. He trashed and clawed at the plastic crib sheets as he shrieked, “Clara, g-get off me! I-I REFUSE to poop in a diaper!”

By this point, many of the adult babies resting in nearby cribs had woken up and were now going to be witnesses to Blake’s final moments as an adult. Giggles and cheers circled the room as they were more than familiar with what was about to happen.

The voices of the other Littles did nothing to dissuade Clara’s actions as she now felt emboldened by those gathered around her. She didn’t know why, but having all eyes on her as she stood victorious filled her with greedy satisfaction. Lifting her butt slightly, she bit her lip before slamming her booty back down on Blake’s torso, finishing his bowels off once and for all.

*PFFFFFFFFFLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRT!!!*
A noisy, wet fart echoed throughout the nursery, soon turning into the liquid gurgling of diarrhea. A steady and constant stream of brown mush escaped through Blake’s colon with little resistance as his diaper filled up like a messy water balloon. He didn’t even try to stop the flow once it started, as if he could anyway. As more and more sloppy mush pushed itself into his padding, it was as if his adult brain was being pushed out with it. His mouth formed a tight O shape and his eyes went wide as dinner plates as he stared helplessly at the mobile overhead, falling victim to its hypnotic powers.

Riding atop Blake’s squishy poop balloon, Clara soon felt something hard and stiff poking at her from below. While she was uncertain as to what it was, Blake certainly wasn’t. His cock leaped into action as the sloppy mess soon took up the unoccupied space in the front of his diaper. His adult mind would’ve been mortified and extremely disgusted by this, but his adult brain wasn’t here right now to take any calls. Instead, he let out a childlike giggle as he lightly humped Clara's diaper from below, with the only thing on his mind being how amazing it felt to mess himself.

“What is going on in…here?” said Mr. Sunny as he rushed back into the nursery after hearing all the commotion. A big smile crept across his face as he approached Blake and Clara in the midst of what someone from an outsider's perspective could only view as two Littles engaged in diaper sex. Grabbing the dropped side of the crib and lifting it back into place, he placed a lock on the latch to make sure their bumping and grinding didn’t cause it to fall again, “I’ll just give you two some privacy.”

All the while, Blake had little grasp on the reality happening around him. As the world around him grew fuzzy, the only thing that remained clear was his lust for messing and cumming. So long as he could feel this way forever, he never wanted to leave again.

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“As you can see, your new Littles have completed their basic training. We do recommend they stay with us for a few more weeks, though, just to be extra thorough. Don’t want any pesky adult thoughts returning, now do we?” said Darla as she held open the door to the nursery.

Entering the colorful room with a motherly smile, Martha was thrilled to see what had become of her gambling buddies. Of course, they wouldn’t be much used to her as cardplayers anymore, but that didn’t matter. After claiming them as her own, they were nothing more than a pair of baby slaves to her now. Upon seeing the duo in action, she gasped and pointed, “Is that them?”

Nodding her head enthusiastically, Darla guided Martha over to a short, knee-height table where Blake and Clara were currently in the midst of a dangerous game.

Holding his cards close to his chest, Blake looked Clara square in the eyes and said, “Do chu have any twos?”
“Go fish,” said Clara, glaring down at her competition with a cheeky smirk. She reached out her hand as Blake reluctantly took a fun-sized candy bar and tossed it into the center of the table with several others.

Clara wasn’t the only one smirking as Martha stood over both of the diaper babies with her arms folded. “Some things really never change, do they?” she said, marveling at how despite the fact that their brains had been turned to mush, their personalities, and moreover, their gambling addictions had remained. Crouching down next to them, she gave them each a tender headpat, “If only they’d remembered the one universal truth of gambling. The house always wins.”

THE END.

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