Squish Game: Round 1, Part 8

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, hypnosis, pants wetting, mental regression, masturbation/diaper sex, sissification, bondage, violence, strong language, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“Wock, papew, shizzows!” Natalie and Rod chanted in unison, both showing dismay as they each played paper. Balling up their fists again, they shouted out, “Wock, papew, shizzows!”

Rod jumped in the air, his rock coming out victorious against Natalie’s scissors. “Yesh! Tank goddessh!” he said, falling back onto his butt and rolling onto his back. For him, he could take it easy for a few minutes. For the rest of them, the tension of who would be the test dummy was still ongoing.

After Natalie came forward with the idea that using our diapers and asking for a change was the way to win, the rest of us all agreed to make it fair as to who would test it out. And thus, we began the rock-paper-scissors bracket.

Now that Natalie and Rod had finished their round, it was time for Aaron and Lee to step up and see who would face off against Natalie and the loser’s round. “Hey, no hawd feewings eider way,” said Lee, placing a reassuring hand on Aaron’s shoulder.

Aaron nodded in agreement and raised his fist into his hand, with Lee mirroring the same action. “Weady?” said Aaron, locking eyes with his opponent.

“Weady,” said Lee, gulping hard. No matter how cool they were trying to be, Aaron could easily tell how nervous Lee was. It made him feel bad that he wanted to win so much, but at the same time, he couldn’t just sacrifice himself in a game like this. This was the only fair way.

“Wock, papew, shizzows!”

Aaron slammed down his fist on his flat hand, indicating rock. He looked across the way at Lee, feeling his anxiety rise as he saw them holding their hand flat. “Papew covews wock,” said Lee, who reached across and covered Aaron’s fist, “Sowwy, fwend.”

If Aaron’s consternation was bad before, it was nothing compared to how he felt now. He turned and watched Natalie cross paths with Lee before positioning herself in front of him. Looking into her eyes, he could tell she was just as uneasy as he was, though she was doing a lot better at hiding it.

Together, Aaron and Natalie raised their fists towards each other and nodded.

“Wock, papew, shizzows!”

Fear gripped my soul as Aaron stared blankly at Natalie’s still-balled fist. Rock. The choice he had made only one turn prior. Now it was the weapon that Natalie used to finish him.

Lee slowly clapped, unsure of how to react. “Uh, congrats, Natalie,” they said, walking up to Aaron and once again offering their condolences in the form of a swift pat on the shoulder, “Rough luck, but um…look at it dis way. If we wight, you’ww pwace tird for dis wound.”

In spite of Lee’s best efforts, the consolation prize of third place wasn’t exactly making up for the potentially life-altering mistake he might be making. “D-Do you guys mind if I ged some pwivacy?” he said, looking down and lightly nudging the wood chips with his foot. He didn’t know if he was more terrified of what would happen if he was wrong or of the internalized humiliation that he was about to experience from shitting in a diaper. Memories of his early diaper dumping returned to him, reminding him of how unpleasant the mushy feeling was.

Peaking out at the Mistress’s on the other side of the playground, Aaron’s anxiety only grew. Even though he was mostly hidden behind the slide tower, he could tell that Mistress Blair was staring right at him as if she possessed x-ray vision. No doubt, success or failure, she would surely let him have it for pooping his diaper.

Obstructing himself from view once more, Aaron steadied his breathing and squatted down. The feeling to poop himself had been rising for quite some time now and he could tell that, with just a bit of extra force, his brown, semi-solid stool would shoot right out of him thanks to the effects of his hypnosis that were loosening him up. Letting out a small grunt, he willed his bowel muscles into action.

*SPLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRCCH!!*

Just as Aaron had expected, it took little force at all to get the gravy train flowing. The seat of his pampers expanded rapidly as the pungent, squishy substance spread across his backside. In the forefront of his mind, he could hardly believe the situation he was in. Only a day or so ago, the last time he’d seen a diaper was that one time he had to babysit his little cousin in middle school. Now, he was using it for the second time, and by his own volition no less. The mere thought was enough to make him cringe.

Reaching back and pressing his palm against the back of his diaper, Aaron felt disgusted with himself. And yet, despite internalizing a visceral reaction to the feeling of his soiled nappy, his external reaction was something quite different. A soft, involuntary moan escaped his lips, nearly bringing him to his knees. He could already feel his penis stirring inside the confines of his plushy diaper. Never before had he wanted to run and hide more than he did right now.

However, Aaron knew that this was no time for cowardice. He had a mission and people were relying on him. Taking his first step, he winced as the mostly liquified contents of his diaper sloshed around, pushing the mess up to his balls. He reached down and tried to push it back, but all that ended up doing was stimulating his already throbbing cock. Still, regardless of how much of a mess he made of his diaper or how bizarrely erotic it felt, he couldn’t let it beat him. With fiery determination, he stepped into the open area and began his approach toward the mistresses.

Meanwhile, Blair, who had already been notified of Aaron’s messing and was already partway across the playground, stopped in her tracks. With a smirk, he turned her head back towards the others and winked. “That’s my girl,” she muttered under her breath as she recentered her focus on Aaron.

Now only a few feet from his destination, Aaron stepped up to Mistress with a conflicting mixture of confidence and utter dread. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, realizing that this might be one of the last moments that he ever gets to experience independence ever again. He glazed over at the three losers who were tied up in their straight jackets and VR headsets, understanding that he could be joining them promptly.

“Hi there, sweetie. Did you come looking for me?” asked Blair expectantly. As composed as she kept herself on the outside, she was sweating bullets on the inside. All of her work and planning had come to this moment. Now, all she could do was hope that the obedience she had seared into Aaron’s brain was good enough to make him drop his pride.

Nodding his head Aaron readied his response, “Yeth, Mithtwess. I-I n-need…” His voice petered off, catching a sudden frog in his throat. Even though he knew he needed to say it, getting it out wasn’t as easy as filling his diaper had been. If only his shame had been hypnotized away as well.

Biting his tongue, Aaron did his best to steady himself. “I…need a changie, mithtwess. I went n-number two in my diapee.”

The tension was palpable. Aaron didn’t dare blink or breath out of a genuine fear that few would ever experience. He wanted to scream so badly that it hurt. The silent seconds that followed his proclamation felt damn near eternal, as he awaited his mistress’s answer.

With a satisfied grin, Blair reached down and cupped the back of Aaron’s diaper, feeling the weight of his fecal matter in her hand. Her eyes then wandered over to the small tent he was pitching in the front of his nappy. Using her other hand, she delicately traced the tip of his bulge, snickering, “Oh my! It appears that you do, baby girl. Not only that, but you’ve got this big, unladylike stiffy standing up too.” She let him go and stood up, ruffling up his hair. “How about Mistress Blair takes you back into the nursery for a super dreamy diaper change. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Aaron’s heart dropped. Tears began to well up in the corners of his eyes as he heard those sweet, sweet words. Sniffling, he nodded his head, “Yeth, t-tank you, Mithtwess.”

Sweeping Aaron off of his feet, Blair quickly moved him into a cradled position, resting his head just below one of her mammoth breasts in the crux of her arm. “I’m so proud of you, Aaron. I knew you could do it,” she said, leaning down and kissing him on the cheek.

Aaron’s cheeks flushed bright red as his hand brushed against the lipstick imprint that Blair had left on his cheek. He didn’t know how to describe it, but for some reason, he actually felt proud of himself for outsmarting this game. He almost couldn’t believe that the idea of finding pride in pooping himself was something that he was taking seriously, but he couldn’t deny it.

Looking at Natalie, Rod, and Lee, who were all peeping out from their hiding spot near the slides, Aaron lifted his hand and gave them a thumbs-up, knowing he’d be seeing them all again very soon. Both Rod and Lee high-fived and ran off to do their dirty deed. Meanwhile, Natalie looked on for a moment longer, before flashing Aaron the flicker of a smile and returning his thumbs-up.

Now only a few feet from the shutter door that he and the others had entered from, Aaron smirked, emboldened by his victory. He didn’t know what fresh hell this game had in store for him next, but for now, he wasn’t worried about that, as his chances of winning had just gone up.

END OF ROUND 1.

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