Crissie in Diaperland: Chapter 23

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Poking Crissie’s diapered rump with his pointer finger, the Hatter questioned whether or not he should help the poor girl out of the cake that her top half was stuck in. “At least she won’t be going hungry anytime soon,” he said, before devolving into hysterics over his own joke.

Between the buoyancy of the cake and the creaminess of the frosting, Crissie had no means of digging herself out as she struggled against the moist pastry; she couldn’t help but find this whole situation extremely funny, much to her dismay. She didn’t want to be happy and silly right now. Unfortunately, thanks to whatever sugar the Hatter was using, she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

“We’re never going to get to fill her diaper up if we don’t at least let her breathe, Hatty,” said the March Hare, hopping up onto his seat and plucking Crissie out of the cake. He then proceeded to fumble around with her haphazardly as one might do with a dolly until finally sitting her down in the center of the cake she’d just gotten out of, “You did bring our honored guest. Do you have a preference for filling, Chess?”

Still wincing over the Dormouse’s jab, Chess was not as in the mood for games as he previously had been. Feeling bitter, he turned his frustration toward Crissie despite the fact she was merely a blameless victim in all of this. He cheekily held up both hands like a photographer and centered in on Crissie and the cake she was seated on. “I can see it now! Her diaper filled to the size of that entire cake and then some. And since she’s already sitting on it, we might as well give her what she wants,” he said, a twisted smile curling on his face.

Dazed and disoriented, Crissie pushed away the cloud of frosting and cake crumbles that coated her head, relieved as she breathed in a lungful of air that didn’t taste like she deep-throated the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Looking around at all the smiling faces staring down at her, Crissie couldn’t help but feel impossibly small, both in a physical and emotional sense. Caught between the bubbly feeling that the sugar was boosting her with and the desire to be treated like the horny baby girl she was, it was no surprise what she said next, “D-Does chus wansa pway wif me?”

Watching eagerly as Crissie wiggled atop her icing-coated throne, the Hatter nodded along with Crissie’s question enthusiastically. “That’s right! We’re gonna play with you lots and lots!” he said, lifting Crissie up and shifting her posture like a doll so that she was on her knees with her diaper sticking out behind her, “First thing’s first, though. I’m afraid your diaper is nowhere near full enough to play with us. Don’t worry, we’re more than happy to help.

Acting in unison, the Hatter, the March Hare, and Chess each began picking up fingerfuls of cake and squeezing them into the back of Crissie’s thoroughly distorted diaper. Thanks to how stretched out it already was, sliding in the crumbly chocolate pieces was as easy as pie! It wasn’t long, though, before her diaper was stretched back out, allowing it to regain a bit of its form, albeit in a much wider state. All the while, the three loony diaper lovers giggled like a bunch of school girls, delighting in every bit of cake they manage to wedge inside Crissie’s nappy.

Not that Crissie minded, though. In fact, if she had the spoons to speak, she would’ve been begging them for more. Pawing at the vanilla frosting around her, she was too enraptured by the messy bliss that was simultaneously filling her diaper and swarming around her body. Every time one of their fingers prodded her diaper in an effort to shove more cake in, a shockwave of silly pleasure jolted through her body, causing her to cackle through several orgasms in quick succession.

Crissie was so far gone that she failed to notice just how much of the cake was disappearing into her diaper. Unlike a normal diaper, the “Fill-Me” diaper could be stretched infinitely if given the opportunity, ensuring that no matter how much cake was nuzzled next to Crissie’s cooter, there was already room for more.

By the time the cake was reduced to crumbs, Crissie’s diaper had eclipsed her size twentyfold. “Let’s get our topper back on top,” said Chess, rolling the cake-filled diaper backward until Crissie was centered on her perch. She melted into another climax as her body sank into the seat of her diaper.

“Now that we have the base for our cake, it’s only fitting that we decorate it,” said the Hatter, rushing over to his tea tray before waltzing back with a tube of chocolate frosting that was as long as his forearm. Looking down at his giggling subject, he pondered over how best to go about frosting this pathetic girl, “What do you think? Is she good to frost or should I fill her up some more?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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