Crissie in Diaperland: Chapter 6

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“Let go of me, you stupid diaper!!!”

Freeing herself from her enlarged diaper turned out to be more of an endeavor than Crissie realized. Anytime she tried to plant an arm or leg down to stabilize herself, the mega-squishy padding reacted in kind by sucking her body further into the mushy mess of pulp. While at first, she found the scenario silly and super blushy, the longer it went on, the more annoyed both she and the mysterious voice became. “Unbelievable! Never in all my years have I seen a newborn so incompetent that they can’t remove their own diaper,” said the voice, making no attempt to hide their disdain.

“I’m not a-UGH!...a newborn! And, I dunno, maybe if I got some HELP, this would go a bit faster!” shouted Crissie, expending a lot of energy to pry herself free from the diaper's surprisingly strong grip.

Despite her pleas for aid, a series of disapproving “tsks” soon followed her statement. “Coming all the way down here when you don’t even know what you are. Anyone venturing into Diaperland for the first time is a newborn. I’d expect even a baby brain such as yourself to figure that much out,” exclaimed the voice.

“WooOOOAH! OOoof!” yelled Crissie as she finally managed to break free of her monster diaper. Her hands instantly shot downward to cover her princess parts. She scrambled to her feet and rushed over to where the stacks of diapers were. “Whatever, it’s just a diaper,” she said, grabbing a random plastic nappy off one of the stacks, which had “Fill Me” written in bold on its backside.

Placing the diaper flat on the changing table, Crissie hopped up and got to work. Knowing that someone she’d yet to see was watching her, she made sure to lotion and powder herself up as fast as possible. It wasn’t her best job but it was satisfactory nevertheless. She quickly applied the four tapes, locking herself inside the pamper’s incredibly soft padding. Bobbing up and down, she discovered that her diaper was significantly plushier than the one she’d previously had on, feeling more like she’d taped two or three diapers with stuffers on than just a single nappy. “Why hadn’t Master shown her these diapers before?” she thought, confused as to why she was kept in the dark about these ultra thick and ultra cozy diapers.

“Perfect! You’re FINALLY ready,” stated the snobby voice, “Now, up up! Off the table! You’re already running very late.”

Late? What could she possibly be late for? Hopping off the changing table, Crissie waddled around the room, looking for where the voice might be coming from or maybe even an exit that led back to CrissBaby Park. Sadly, she came up empty-handed on both fronts. “W-Where am I supposed to go?” she asked timidly, knowing that the voice was probably going to mock her for this as well.

Sure enough, the voice did not hold back. “Oh, my word! Do I really have to explain everything to you?” the voice said, “Was the giant curtain not obvious enough?”

Looking around the room again, Crissie noticed that one of the walls had a large, red curtain draped across it. Figuring that’s what the voice was referring to, she waddled over to the wall and began pulling back the curtain, making sure to complain every second, “Well, if you’d just told me that you were hiding behind a curtain the whole time, this wouldn’t have happened. What kind of person hides against the wall behind a curtain any…way…”

Much to Crissie’s shock, there were zero people standing behind the curtain. Instead, she found nothing but more walls with a single door that looked barely bigger than one she’d find in a dollhouse. She got down on her knees to take a closer look at the door, discovering a small, gold-encrusted face near its center. While she knew it was silly, she still reached down to open the door, praying that something so tiny wasn’t her only escape.

“Excuse me! I did not give you permission to open me!” Crissie leaped backward in terror as the golden face on the door spoke to her, its voice the exact same as the one she’d been listening to all this time. “More importantly, even if I did grant you permission to pass through me, you’re much too big!”

Shaken to the point of silence, Crissie had no idea how to respond. Was she hallucinating? Was she dead?! A million different ideas coursed through her head, each one making less sense than the last. “W-Well, I can’t exactly make myself any smaller,” said Crissie as she continued to stare down the door dumbfoundedly, “Is there a…a bigger door maybe?”

“How rude! I’ll have you know there’s nothing wrong with my size!” said the door, clearly offended, “Moreover, have you heard another door talking to you since you arrived? I didn’t think so! If you want me to let you pass, you’ll need to do something about your oafish stature. You’re much too big for a baby anyway.”

Crissie’s face turned bright red at the door’s final comment. As an AB, she knew she had no argument. So instead, she did her best to push the comment aside and focus on the task at hand. “Look, I get it, I’m not a REAL baby. I’ve heard that enough times to make my head spin. Regardless, there’s not exactly anything I can do about that, is there?”

“Ahahaha! Oh, trust me, you’re a real baby, alright,” cackled the door, further intensifying the crimson color of Crissie’s cheeks, “After all, only a baby would miss something so obvious. The answer to your problem is sitting in the middle of the room, for Pete’s sake!”

Whipping her head around, Crissie was awestruck to find that the massive diaper she’d entered this room in was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a lone table with a small vial and a tiny metal box. She slowly got back to her feet and approached the table, discovering that the vial had a rubber nipple on its top and the box was filled with at least a dozen heart-shaped cookies.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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