Squish Game: Round 2, Part 4

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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“Blair? Dominus Astrid is ready to see you now.”

Sitting in a waiting room with her thumbs locked around each other, Blair could feel her anxiety shooting through the roof. It was rare for a Dom to ask to speak privately to another Mistress in the middle of the Squish Game. Something fishy was definitely going on.

Dom’s secretary led Blair through a large set of double doors before stepping off to the side of the entryway and allowing Blair to enter the large chamber on her own. The room was regal, looking like something one might find in a royal palace. The opulence of the gold trim and high ceiling could make just about anyone feel small walking through it.

On the opposite side of the spacious room sat a lone, wooden desk where the current Dom, Astrid, was patiently waiting. “Good evening, Blair. It’s been a while since the two of us have sat down for a chat” said the buxom, black-haired beauty as she stretch out her arm and gestured for Blair to sit across from her, “I bet you miss this room quite a bit, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’ve kept your seat nice and warm for you.” She reached between her legs and patted the throne-like chair with her hand.

“I do hope you summoned me for something more pressing than to gloat over last year’s victory,” said Blair, her tone joking and easy-going. Her eyes, however, were glaring daggers directly into Astrid’s heart.

Grabbing the bottle of whiskey off the edge of the desk, Astrid pulled out two glasses from a drawer in her desk and began to pour. “What’s so wrong with wanting to reminisce? After all, it’s not every year that Blair the Mama Bear loses in the first round,” she said casually as she slid the half-full glass of alcohol toward Blair.

Taking the whiskey without hesitation, Blair sipped at the beverage, her eye contact never wavering from Astrid as she did the same. “Woof, I forgot how bitter that stuff was,” she said, before taking another sip.

Chuckling, Astrid responded, “It’s certainly an acquired taste. Personally, I’d prefer a margarita shaker.” The two dominant women giggled with each other, both doing their best to conceal their true emotions. Rubbing her finger around the rim of the glass, Astrid leaned back in her seat, sighing. “So tell me, Blair, how are you liking the new season so far? It’s definitely already better than last season for you. Plus, you and your baby girl seem to be getting along very well.”

Blair could feel the hairs standing up on the back of her neck. Having known Astrid for several years, she was well aware that seemingly simple questions always had a hidden motive for her. “Um, yeah, I’m having a blast as always,” she said, keeping any opinions she may have close to the chest, “And Arabella is developing into quite the darling Little. She chose pleasure on her first night.”

Suddenly, Astrid’s demeanor shifted on a dime from a glowing smile to something far more serious. She leaned forward, placing her chin on the bridge of her hands. “Did she really now?” she said, narrowing her gaze, “Or…are you sure you didn’t nudge her toward that choice?”

In an instant, Blair could tell that her blood was starting to boil. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, Astrid?” she said, her voice raising ever so slightly, “You know as well as I do what the punishment for cheating in the Squish Game is.”

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger here,” responded Astrid, slipping back into her causal tone as if she’d never left it, “I won’t name names, but one of the other Mistresses says she saw you getting a little too chummy with your baby girl before the first round started. Since we can’t verify her claim, there will be no repercussions for either of you. However, it’s my duty to inform you that we’ll be keeping a close eye on you for the remainder of the game, just to make sure everything is on the up and up. I do hope there are no hard feelings in that. I know you do the same in my position.”

Snatching her glass of whiskey off the table and downing it in one gulp, Blair slammed the empty container back on the table, doing little to hide her offense. “Well, if that’s all, I think it's time to return to my quarters. We’ve got a big day tomorrow and babies aren’t the only ones who need their beauty rest,” she said as she stood up and headed toward the lone entryway, “Be sure to give my regards to my accuser. I plan on winning this game, fair and square.”

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With his arms and legs wrapped around Blair, Aaron was quietly escorted out of the nursery and into a long hallway that was brightened by harsh, fluorescent lights. All the while, it took every ounce of control to keep himself from humping his Mistress’s waist as she held him close. He wanted to ask her so many questions, chief among them being what game he would soon be forced to play.

Meanwhile, Blair was equally distraught. After someone tattled to Dom that she was leaking game advantages to her Little, she’d been under constant surveillance. Sure, she MAY have mentioned a few vague details, but it wasn’t anything beyond the boundaries that the game allows for. Not that it mattered now. If she even so much as wished Aaron luck, she risked giving her accuser ammunition.

As far as suspects went, Blair was fairly positive that Debby was the one who ratted her out, though she wasn’t about to rule out Elissa or any of the others without confirmation. As silly as it was, the whole situation made her nostalgic for her Dom days when everyone’s eyes were constantly on her.

Arriving at a door with a large “12” painted on it, Blair set Aaron down on his feet and stepped back. “Behind that door awaits your outfit and diaper for the second round of the Squish Games. Someone is waiting inside to help get you changed. If you fail to survive Round 2, this will be the last time you ever see me, so do your best,” she said clinically. As much as she wanted to give Aaron a hug and hype up his morale, she had to think about what was best for both of their games.

“Wait, what outfit? Won’t I just be wearing the same t-shirt I wore last time?” said Aaron, stretching out his number 12 t-shirt and looking down at himself. As he turned to look back at Blair, he was shocked by the fact that she was nowhere to be seen. If he felt like he was on his own in the first round, his Mistress’s sudden disappearance made that point crystal clear.

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*

An alarm sounded off and the door in front of Aaron slowly opened up. Letting out a heavy sigh, he gently slapped both of his cheeks and attempted to shake off his nervous energy. He had to win this, not only for his own sake but also to make his Mistress happy. Just the idea of her being upset with him in any way had him on the verge of tears.

Choking back his negative thoughts, Aaron stepped through the doorway and entered a small dressing room. The makeup of the room was incredibly simple. There was a single rack of clothing with only one, lone garment bag on it. Next to it was a full-length mirror, which reflected the changing table that was stationed against the opposing wall with a large diaper folded on top of it.

Standing next to the changing table was a diaper-clad individual with a pacifier in their mouth. They wore a poof blue dress with plenty of lace and frills to make any sissy’s heart soar. Given that this was the only person in the room, Aaron came to the assumption that this was the person who would be preparing him for Round 2. “Um, hello,” he said awkwardly.

Saying nothing in response, the sissy walked up to Aaron and grabbed onto his shirt, pulling it up over his face. Having no time to react, Aaron clumsily shot his arms upward and allowed the sissy to strip him down to only a diaper. The sissy then returned to their place next to the changing table and gave it an impatient pat, signaling to Aaron that it was time for a changing.

“Oh, uh, one sec,” said Aaron as she bent his legs and began to push. In seconds, urine flooded into his diaper, accompanied by a few idle farts. He tried to force himself to go number two, but he must’ve been on E since no matter how hard he pushed, his rear wasn’t seeing much movement.

By the time Aaron was finished doing his business, he looked up to see the sissy staring at him with their head cocked to the side. Were they judging him? He blushed in response, surprised to be feeling so embarrassed in front of someone dressed arguably more ridiculously than he was. Laying himself down on the table, he allowed the sissy to get to work.

Unlike Mistress Blair, the sissy was far less efficient or playful as they tore off the tapes and got to work on wiping Aaron down. As he leaned his head back and waited patiently for the change to be over, he thought about why they decided to have a sissy baby change him instead of his Mistress. It was only when the fresh diaper was slipped under him that he noticed the sissy reaching down and groping the front of their own loaded nappy before resuming his change. That’s when it hit him. As powder started to sprinkle down over his crotch, he understood that this wasn’t just any ordinary sissy baby. This was the future he would share if he lost. This was a baby slave.

“You’ve played Squish Game before, haven’t you?” asked Aaron, causing the sissy to stop just as he was about to lift his diaper front over his genitals. If there was any doubt in his mind that this baby slave was a former player, it was completely gone. “Is…is there anything you can tell me about what to expect?”

The sissy baby stood frozen for a second before shaking their head and resuming Aaron’s change. It was clear that even if the sissy wanted to tell him anything, his powers of adult speech were probably done away with long before now. The sissy may not have been helpful, but it was a dark reminder that he was gambling with his own adulthood. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the poor schmuck that this baby slave used to be.

Ushering him off of the table and over to the mirror, Aaron only needed one step to confirm that the diaper he was wearing now was by far the thickest he’d worn throughout the Squish Game. His knees couldn’t get six inches within each other without some serious straining. Glazing at himself in the mirror, his face turned a deep shade of crimson as he looked upon himself in all his poofy diapered glory. “That is an image I will never get used to,” he joked to himself.

*ZIIIIIIIIIIP!*

Aaron’s attention was suddenly pulled to the clothing rack as the sissy unzipped the garment bag. His heart dropped as he caught sight of what was waiting inside. If the t-shirt and diaper had caused him to flush, it was nothing compared to the pink, fluffy monstrosity that was presented before him. Hanging his head in shame, he knew that like it or not, this was his outfit for the next round. “This is gonna be a long day.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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