Crissie in Diaperland: Chapter 27

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“Codi?!” shouted Crissie, confused to high heaven over how her roommate ended up in Diaperland with her. Could she have fallen down the same hole? Or perhaps, was there an alternate route out of Diaperland? An endless amount of questions circulated in her head, rendering her speechless as she gazed upon Codi’s poofy, pink princess dress, which was a far cry from her normal attire.

Glancing down at the table after hearing her name called out, Codi was forced to do a double take, not expecting to find Crissie sitting in a cake-filled diaper while reduced to the size of a doll. “C-Crissie?! Oh, thank Goddess, you’re here!” she said, breaking from the guards’ grasp as she bent to look at Crissie at eye level. Unfortunately, the wave of relief that had washed over her from finding a familiar face in all this chaos was quickly replaced with a sudden flash of anger, “Wait a minute… Is all of this your doing?!”

“N-NO! I swear, I have nothing to do with this,” responded Crissie in hopes of clearing her name in at least Codi’s mind, “You see that diaper bunny over there? I chased him into a funhouse and ended up falling through a hole in the ground. What um…happened to you?” She covered her mouth as she continued to gawk at Codi’s flouncy dress.

Throwing her head back, Codi let out a devastating groan. “DON’T…even get me started. After I lost you, I was practically kidnapped by a bunch of park employees insisting that I’d won some stupid princess prize! They pulled me into a dressing room and forced this on me against my will! I tried to escape after they finished changing me but I ended up tripping over this stupid dress and falling into a mirror. Only, instead of broken glass, I ended up in Lil’ Miss Pissy’s bedroom,” she said, sucking in a lung full of air after completing her rant without so much as a single breath. She concluded her monologue by forcefully pointing at the Queen of Farts, who was the leading cause of her aggression.

“You see?! These traitors are clearly familiar with each other!” interrupted the Knave, halting Crissie and Codi’s not-so-private conversation as he returned the focus of the court to the case at hand, “Your Highness, I don’t believe any further evidence is necessary. I move to deem them both guil-”

“Silence!” shouted the Queen, her devilish scowl striking fear into the Knave’s soul. Her glare slowly shifted across the entire courtroom until her eyes landed on the Hatter, “You! The one who brought us the shrunken girl! Step forward! It’s time we put this case to bed.”
Surprised to be called on in the midst of such a tense moment, the Hatter gleefully got up from his spot in the pews and strolled up to the witness stand, expecting to be sworn in.

Watching as her bailiff, Tweedle Damp, approached the Hatter, the Queen slapped her hands down on the banister in front of her, leaning over as she screamed, “Oh, let’s just get on with it!”

Cowering in fear, Tweedle Damp dropped the book in his hand and ran to hide behind his brother, not wishing to join the accused at the gallows anytime soon. This left the Hatter alone in the center of the courtroom. The silly tea drinker removed his hat, allowing his curly red hair a moment of freedom as he bowed to the Queen, “Your Highness, I am at your service.”

“Yes, yes, very good!” said the Queen, hoping to speed through the formalities as quickly as possible so she could get back to more pressing matters, like the rousing game of Croquet she had planned for later this afternoon, “Just tell the court what you told the guards when you brought this little demon into my castle.”

Nodding his head, the Hatter proceeded as commanded, “Yes, your majesty. Myself, the March Hare, and the Dormouse were enjoying a lovely tea party as we often do when along came Crissie, who sits before you today covered in the mess she made of our little soirée. Not only that, but she also tried to convince each of us to ingest the Queen’s special Silly Powder, which she deviously mixed in with our sugar supply.” Every word that sprang from his lips was a lie. However, there was one true fact that he had withheld from the Queen purposefully, waiting for the perfect moment to spill. And with the eyes of all of Diaperland on him, there was no better time than the present. “Oh, and one other thing I forgot to mention, she also stole the recipe for Upelkuchen, Diaperland’s sacred growth cake before stuffing said cake into her “Fill Me” Diaper.”

Lightbulb!

Looking down at the cake that weighted her diaper down like a big, bloated anchor, Crissie’s desperate expression quickly changed into her usual, fiendishly giggly self. Not waiting to give the guards any chance to stop her, she reached inside her diaper hastefully, pulling out a large fistful of cake and shoving it into her mouth.

“Hatter! How dare withhold such prudent information!” screamed the Knave, his face turning nearly as red at the Red Queen’s dress, “Guards! Seize her before-”

*RUUUUUUUMBLE!!!*

Suddenly, Crissie’s body began to surge in size. Before long, she was tall enough and heavy enough to plant her feet down and lift her diaper. Reaching back, she stuffed in another mouthful, savoring the overly-sweet flavor as the pace of her growth increased exponentially; her diaper expanding as well to fit her new form. Before long, she was forced to place a hand on the ceiling of the courtroom to keep from letting her head bonk into the ceiling.

As Crissie’s growth came to an end, she gazed down vengefully upon the Queen and her loyal subjects, caught between whether or not she should exact revenge. “Not so big now, are you?!” she shouted, causing everyone to duck and cover as her hand descended over the crowd. However, she didn’t want to grab just anyone. No, only one person in this room was truly deserving of punishment.

Wrapping her expanded fingers around the Queen’s squishy body, Crissie lifted the bratty royal up to her face, smirking at the once proud monarch, “So, what do you think, Codi? Guilty or not guilty?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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