Squish Game: Round 2, Part 5

DISCLAIMER: This story contains hypnosis, diaper usage, pants wetting, mental regression, sissification, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the Prologue and Round 1 yet, I highly recommend doing so before digging into Round 2! I hope you enjoy!

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Femininity. It’s a concept that can be hard to define and even harder to understand from a male’s perspective. The ideals of what made someone feminine or masculine were built upon eras of stereotypes and social conditioning that subconsciously evolved.

For Aaron, he’d never had much experience with the concept of femininity. Growing up as an only child with strictly male friends, his time with someone of the opposite sex was limited to a handful of dates and his mother, who wasn’t very present. As such, his ability to identify femininity was built upon the most platitudinous of base traits. Dresses, dolls, flowers, pink, and princesses. These were the pillars from which Aaron had established his view on what made something feminine.

However, despite lacking a clear understanding of what it means to be feminine, Aaron was certainly capable of feeling what it meant. The tightness of fabric across his torso and the slender frame it gave his arms. The tickle of frills brushing past his fingertips. The subtle breeze that swam between his thighs and rustled his fluffy skirt. Whether he liked it or not, he was getting a crash course on femininity.

Standing stiffly in a cramped room no larger than a pantry, Aaron could do nothing besides wait in the darkness and contemplate his gaudy appearance. Regrettably, his posture wasn’t the only thing that was stiff. He couldn’t explain it but there was something about being wrapped up in ultra-girly attire that felt so sensual. It was as if the poofy babydoll dress was actively caressing him. Adding to the humiliating eroticism was the fact that his pelvis was confined within a soft, absurdly thick diaper.

*THUNK!*

Suddenly, the sound of gears turning filled the space Aaron was in. Shaking his head, he did his best to snap out of his aroused stupor. If he had any hope of escaping with his adulthood, he couldn’t allow himself to become distracted, no matter how badly he craved sexual release. The door in front of him parted in the center, allowing a beam of light to shine through and blinding him to what awaited him outside. When his eyes finally adjusted, he was introduced to an awe-inspiring sight.

“MOOOOOO!”

The sound effect of a cow mooing echoed throughout the enclosed area. Painted across the walls in bright primary colors was a simple barnyard landscape. Various barn animals were spread out, each with big, comforting smiles. In the center of the room was muddy terrain that stretched from wall to wall. The mud pit separated two platforms on opposite sides of the space. Connecting those platforms were twelve beams made up of numbered squares and rectangles that progressed sequentially from 1 to 100.

Already, Aaron was getting a good sense of what this game would entail based on appearance alone. The numbered squares were the most obvious. He’d played hopscotch many times as a kid, so to see such a familiar game laid out in front of him gave him a small boost of confidence.

Looking to his left, Aaron saw the other eight players exiting their designated doors and stepping out onto the platform. Standing directly next to him was Natalie, which made sense given that their assigned player numbers were 11 and 12. She was dressed in the same outfit that he was. He quickly waved to her, getting her attention. “It’s hopscotch,” he said, feeling a tad proud of his quick observation.

Nodding her head, Natalie took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “It’s an individual game, so we won’t be able to help each other,” she said, stepping up to the numbered bean and looking down at it intensely, “Whatever happens, don’t lose focus on what’s directly in front of you.”

It was harsh, but it was also the stark reminder that Aaron needed right now. He returned Natalie’s gesture before reaching back and grabbing his heel for a warm-up stretch, much like many of the other contestants were doing. As he stretched, he became aware of the swirly pink tail that was hanging off the back of Natalie’s dress. He reached back behind himself, confirming that he had a tail too. It suddenly clicked that with the barnyard aesthetic and the mud pit, they were dressed up like sissy pigs. As if the outfit wasn’t already humiliating enough.

Across the room on the other platform, Dom entered the arena through a crudely drawn barn door and greeted everyone with her trademark smile. She was dressed in a red and white checkered shirt, along with a pair of dark blue coveralls and a straw hat. They were going all out with the theming on this one. “Hello, my little piglets! I hope you’re as excited as I am to play today!” she called out with her hands held up to her face, “To make it through the second round, all you have to do is cross your pathway and make it to this side without falling into the mucky mud.”

Pointing upward, Dom drew everyone’s attention to the big blank screen that was fastened on the wall above her. As she did, the screen came to life, shifting from black to pure white. “Do keep in mind, though, that this is not a race. The screen above me will be here to instruct you, so pay close attention to it,” she said, stifling a small snicker before continuing, “I know you’re all buzzing to get started, so I won’t keep you waiting any longer. Round Two has officially begun!”

As Dom finished her sentence, a set of bold, black digits flashed up on the screen, displaying the basic equation: 2 + 2. Just below the equation was a 30-minute timer that had begun to tick backward. All nine players stood motionless, none of them wanting to make the first move. “Could it really be that simple?” thought Aaron as his eyes darted between the screen and the row of numbers at his feet. Bending his knees slightly, he squared up with the hopscotch beam and leapt onto the number “1” with his left foot.

Now standing on one leg, Aaron was struck by how difficult it was to balance in a diaper. He swung his arms and stabilized himself, letting out a heavy sigh of relief. Looking back at the others, he was shocked to find that no one else was starting. Instead, they were all patiently watching him to see if he succeeded or failed. He could feel the added pressure of their gaze.

Refocusing his eyes on the pathway ahead of him, Aaron made his second jump, maintaining his balance on his left foot. The number “3” block was a rectangle, giving him a slight reprieve as he jumped to the next platform and landed on both feet. A nervous chuckle forced its way out of him as he relaxed a bit now that he was on safer terrain. However, as nice as it was to be on both feet again, he knew he couldn’t stay long. With one last jump, he hopped onto the fourth square with his right foot this time before coming to a stop.

As soon as Aaron’s toes touched down on the number “4”, the other eight contestants began to make their first jumps. Waiting turned out to be worse than jumping as he was now forced to wait on one foot while the others caught up to him. He made a mental note to avoid going first in the future.

As soon as all nine of them were stationed on the fourth square, the equation on screen shifted, now displaying 18 ÷ 6. The group slowly migrated across their platforms, moving more as a herd than as individuals now that they had a clear understanding of the game. Transitioning to the fifth square and then to the sixth, Aaron readied himself to jump to number seven. As he bent his knee to leap, though, he was stopped by an ear-piercing shriek. It was Natalie, who was the first to reach the seventh square.

At first, Aaron was worried that Natalie had lost her balance or twisted an ankle. However, as he turned to look at her, he was shocked to find her standing on one foot with her hand pressed firmly into the front of her diaper. A soft moan escaped her lips as she pressed her second hand firmly against her mouth.

The sight of Natalie enraptured by some sort of sudden arousal caused Aaron to pause before taking his next step. Did they somehow get something wrong? Maybe they were supposed to go back to number “3” instead of progressing three spaces? It was impossible to tell based on the evidence thus far.

While Aaron considered whether or not to move forward or backward, someone else noticed Natalie’s sudden change in demeanor. Lenny, the second of Shawn’s lackeys who wore the number “10” on his back, was also directly next to Natalie and he was wondering the same thing that Aaron was. Sensing Natalie’s distress, he figured that going to the number “3” must’ve been the actual correct answer instead of progressing three spaces. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead, knowing that if he’d gone one space forward, he would’ve had the same consequence that she did. Readying his balance, he took his first hop backward onto the fifth square, chuckling to himself as he landed without consequence. He then took his second hop.

“MOOOOOOO!!!”

A second moo sounded off across the open space, only this one seemed far angrier than the first. In an instant, the hopscotch platform that Lenny turned red, informing him that he had made the incorrect decision. “SHIT!” he shouted as he tried to speed forward to the seventh square. But as he went to jump, a noise erupted from the pit of Lenny’s diaper that sounded almost like a lawn mower. Dropping to his knees, poor number 10’s hands shot toward his diaper as his eyes went cross. He let out a long, terrifying cry as his body was milked of all its built-up semen.

Between Natalie's and number 10’s reactions, Aaron swiftly deduced that this game wasn’t as simple as he had initially thought. He reached down and felt up his diaper, finding something long and lumpy nestled near his cock.

“V-Vibrator!” yelled Natalie, still frozen in the same position, “W-We have vibrators in our diapers!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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