Crissie in Diaperland: Chapter 24

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“Fill her!” shouted Chess and the Hare in unison, their jubilant voices drowning out the Dormouse’s staunch objections.

Stuck inside a cake-filled diaper, Crissie was completely immobilized and thus in no condition to get herself out of this extra pervy scenario. It was terrifying, but also at the same time, terrifyingly arousing. She couldn’t lie and say that the thought of being passed around, teased, and tormented like a dolly wasn’t something she’d fantasized about. And the reality was as erotic as she’d always dreamed it would be. Perhaps it was the pent-up frustration from all of her padded misfortune or maybe it was just that she had a bit too much tea but she was helpless to stop herself from grinding against the Hatter’s hand as he pried the front of her diaper open and slipped the tip of the chocolate frosting tube inside.

“Sorry but I am a slave to my audience,” said the Hatter, sounding not even slightly apologetic. He giggled mercilessly as he began pressing on the massive frosting bag, forcing a large quantity of buttercream icing directly into Crissie’s diaper.

Gasping from the jolt of pleasure that the Hatter’s actions caused to shoot through her whole body, Crissie was lost in frosted bliss as the milky icing quickly filled in the cracks of the crumbly cake, providing her with the softest, squishiest seat she had ever sat in. Not even hypermessy diapers had this level of heft to them, often feeling more like a giant, plastic-covered waterbed. This was more like cramming foam pellets into a diaper the size of a car and then filling out the rest of the space with the creamiest oatmeal imaginable.

In an instant, whatever thoughts of resistance remained were zapped from Crissie’s mind as the Big Sis side of her brain went silent, allowing her ultra-subby and ultra-horny Little brain to have free reign. “M-Mo diapee!” she squealed, her lips quivering as she pressed her hands into the unnaturally plush padding, which has become discolored by the dark brown frosting.

“More diapee, huh? You want it even bigger, baby girl?” said the Hatter gleefully, “Well, who am I to deny such a request? Chess, would you mind grabbing two more bags of frosting? I think we should give this diaper-loving brat exactly what she wants.”

Chess eagerly floated up from his spot on the table and rushed to grab the extra icing bags, claiming the pink one for himself while handing the vanilla one to the March Hare. “I hope you don’t mind. This shade of pink really goes with my fur,” said Chess cheekily, lifting the tube of frosting to his mouth and taking a tiny taste.

Crissie’s entire diaper jiggled like gelatin as two more plastic frosting tips were inserted into her diaper. She looked around frantically, seeing nothing but giant icing bags and the hungry, devious eyes of her bullies. The anticipation was almost as arousing as what was on the horizon, causing Crissie to bounce and hump her loaded pampers as she craved every second of the blushy attention she was getting.

“Alright, gents! On the count of three! One, THREE!” said the Hatter, skipping the number two entirely to catch Crissie off-guard. All at once, the three frosting bags were squeezed, hugged, and mashed with all the force that one rabbit, one cat, and one nutty Hatter could provide. The diaper around Crissie’s waist exploded in all directions, with the waistband itself raising itself against her torso, slowly but surely gobbling up more and more of her shrunken body.

Too huffy and too entranced to speak, it was as if every ounce of food that was stuffed into Crissie’s diaper drained an equal amount of matter from her brain. All she could do was pant and moan as the wealth of buttercream drove her through several orgasms in quick succession.

Before long, Crissie’s diaper had grown well past the size of the initial cake that Crissie had landed smack dab in the middle over, eclipsing the size of a basketball and well on its way to beachball status. Though, from Crissie’s perspective, she may as well have been perched atop Mt. Messy. If the cake topper comparison wasn’t apt before, it certainly was now.

Before long, Crissie’s mushy diaper had swollen up to the point that her boobs were now resting on the diaper’s landing pad, while her arms were pushed out wide. The padding was so full and taut that her fingers could barely sink into the diaper anymore. It was as if her body was half-submerged in the thickest quicksand imaginable. Looking around the sadistic faces of the tea party trio one last time, her lips cracked a smile as her vision began to fuzzy until it blurred into total darkness.

“Sweetest dreams, Crissie.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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