The Gambler: Chapter 6

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Looking at the three options in front of him, Blake dreaded what he might find behind any one of them. Obviously, the white door with a stethoscope on it was probably a doctor’s office of some kind. Thinking back to all the doctor’s visits he’d ever been to, he remembered very sterile rooms with seldom few hiding spots. Not a great hiding spot.

The room next to the doctor’s office had a red door with a black-painted whip stenciled onto it. Blake had seen Fifty Shades of Grey, so he had a sneaking suspicion of what was hiding behind door number two. Even if that room did offer a wide variety of hiding places, the idea of what might happen to him if he got caught in there was far too terrifying to even consider.

That left only the third and final door, which was painted a precious, pastel pink with a white dress painted on it. Intuition told Blake it was likely some sort of dressing room. While he wasn’t super excited about the concept of hiding amongst a plethora of feminine items, he knew it was the best option he had. Assuming there were clothing racks, he could bury himself deep and wait until the heat was down to make a move. Plus, no one would think to look for him in such a feminine room.

Holding his breath, Blake burst through the pink door and entered the dark room. Quickly closing the door behind him, he wasn’t able to get a good look at his surroundings before being engulfed by the room's pitch-black void, and he wasn’t about to open the door back up and risk exposing his hiding place. Feeling along the wall near the door, his hand eventually happened upon what felt like a light switch.

As soon as Blake flicked the switch upward, the halogen lights that were positioned about the room filled the space with illumination. Now able to see the room around him, he was shocked and disappointed to find that not a single rack of clothing existed. Instead, he found himself in an empty dressing room with nothing but long lines of vanity mirrors and vacant chairs pressed against the walls.

Looking toward the mirrors, Blake blushed in horror over his current attire. With only a fluffy diaper covering his pelvis, he couldn’t have looked more infantile if he tried. Adding to his shame was the wet splotch of jizz that coated his stomach, as well as the front of his diaper. He hoped to find something in the dressing room to wipe his cum off on, but even that was now an impossibility. Grimacing, he rubbed the spunk into his skin, drying it off as best as he could before wiping off his sticky hand on the back of his diaper.

Fortunately, while this room was surprisingly bare, it wasn’t a dead end. Opposite the dressing room’s entrance was another door; plain and unmarked. With no time to lose and no alternatives present, Blake pushed forward into the next room, which housed yet another disappointment.

Inside was a screening area with a big glass panel stationed in front of several rows of seats. Behind the glass was an empty room that was covered floor to ceiling with soft, padded walls. It looked more like something you’d see in an insane asylum than an upscale place like the Auction House. Below the glass was a control console, which housed a variety of buttons that he could only assume had some effect on the empty padded room.

Sadly, this was yet another room without a solid hiding spot, having only rows of seats to hide between. Blake sighed, knowing that his best option was to try one of the adjacent rooms in hopes that he’d find a more permanent hiding space.

*Click!*
“Check in here, too. I want every room searched,” said a faint, female voice from the other side of the plain door. He had only seconds to take cover before the search party came knocking. Diving over the first row of seats, he crouched down and waited for the inevitable.

Not a moment too soon either, as seconds after taking cover, the door was shoved open. Escorted by two guards, Clara and Darla stormed into the room confidently. As they stood grouped up in the back of the viewing space, Darla turned to the two guards and said, “Don’t leave any stone unturned. Find him!”

The jig was up. There was no way that the guards would pass over the rows of seats without seeing him. Feeling hopeless, Blake readied his heart as he prepared to give himself up. Maybe if he stood up before they found him, they would be…slightly merciful? Even he wasn’t confident it would help much.

However, just as he was about to give up, Blake’s hope found rejuvenation. Briefly looking to his right, he saw a small, dark cubby off to the side of the viewing space. He couldn’t really see inside, so he didn’t know if it actually went anywhere, but his odds were better there than where he currently was. Getting down on his hands and knees, he crawled his way over to the edge of the row as the guards began to circle around the area, wincing every time his crinkly diaper made even the slightest noise. Without a moment to lose, he dashed from the seats to the cubby, keeping as low as he possibly could. Lady luck smiled upon him as he moved stealthily enough to change hiding spots undetected.

Slowly and quietly, Blake felt around the dark cubby, discovering it to be nothing more than a small side area…or so he thought. It may not have been much, but with how dim the lights were in the viewing area, there was a chance the guards didn’t even know the cubby existed. He shrunk back into the darkness, closing his eyes and praying silently to survive this.

“So…what the heck is this room?” asked Clara curiously as she strolled past the seats and arrived in front of the control panel. She casually tapped on the big touch screen in the center of the console, bringing the onboard computer to life. The screen displayed a myriad of clothing and accessory options, each one more babyish and feminine than the next. It also had a list of options with a header that read, “Educational Courses.”

Smacking Clara’s hand away from the controls, Darla spoke sternly, “Don’t mess with that. This is not a toy. This is a special dressing machine for our advanced sissy baby course. Babies and caregivers from across the facility get to watch as sissies get dressed and have to pass a series of baby tests in order to be let out of the padded room. It’s really quite something.”

“Oh my goodness, I’ll have to enroll Blake in that course. He’d absolutely lose it!” said Clara gleefully. The kid in a candy store metaphor only seemed to become more accurate for her as they moved from room to room. Looking around the space, a question popped into her mind, “How do sissies even get in there? I don’t see a door or anything.”

Standing proudly, Darla was more than happy to elaborate, “That’s because everything here is automated. We just put the babies into the sissy chute and they tumble inside. The machines take care of everything else.” She gestured to the cubby Blake was in as she mentioned the “sissy chute”, drawing Clara’s eyes to her bestie’s hiding spot before turning back around and heading toward the door. “We should keep moving. If he was in here, we would’ve found him already. Let’s finish up and load out!”

While Darla didn’t see him, Clara certainly did. Blake’s diaper was peeking out from around the cubby’s wall just enough to catch her eye. As Darla made her exit, Clara began to select options on the touch screen behind her back. She didn’t have much time to be picky, so she needed to make her selections as quickly as she could.

First up was choosing which tests for the room to administer. She didn’t really have time to read through every option in detail, so she decided to pick the top option, which was simply labeled, “Course 1”. Whatever the course was would probably be fairly basic, but that really didn’t matter to her. Blake would be thoroughly humiliated by whatever was in store for him.

Confirming her selection, Clara then tabbed over to the far more important section, the clothing options. With such a wide variety on display, she worried that she’d be far too indecisive to complete the perfect ensemble before Darla's suspicions would arise. Sure, the worst that would happen in response to her getting caught was revealing where Blake was hiding, but she didn’t want that to happen just yet.

Seeing Blake sprint down the halls in nothing but a diaper, desperate to find anywhere to hide, made her unbelievably horny. The thrill of the chase was almost as powerful as the arousal she felt while dominating her rival. She wanted the slow burn of Blake slowly losing hope as he frantically tried to escape, only to be further babified at every turn.

As luck would have it, Clara wouldn’t have to spend time fawning over the perfect matching outfit, as several presets were already in place, pairing dresses with their matching accessories. All she had to do was choose one and start the sequence. A wicked smile formed on her face as she scanned through the outfit presets, practically drooling over the extremely sissy options she had at her fingertips. “Oh, Blakey-poo, I can’t wait to see just how pretty you are as a girl.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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