Crissie in Diaperland: Chapter 5

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“WAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”

Unable to see or feel anything beyond the inertia of falling through the air, Crissie couldn’t believe she had been so foolish. Well, actually she could believe it but still, this was a new low. Why did she have to chase after that stupid rabbit?

Closing her eyes, Crissie assumed the end was nigh and braced herself for the eventual sudden stop. However, seconds soon turned to minutes with no end in sight. “Is it ever going to end?” she thought, curious as to how something like this was even possible.

After several minutes of falling in total darkness, the space Crissie was falling through began to brighten up with a pink, fluorescent hue glowing all around her. While it was certainly nice to see again, what she saw made even less sense than falling into a dark void forever. Looking down, the hole Crissie was falling through stretched on as far as the eye could see, and that wasn’t even the weirdest part. All around her, cribs, changing tables, and loads of other nursery furnishings were hovering in midair, slowly descending next to her. She reached out and touched a nearby high chair, only for it to drift away from her.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” said Crissie, who by this point was fully of the belief that she was under the influence of at least six different drugs. She gave the back of her hand a quick pinch, checking to make sure she was still awake, “H-hey Master, is this like…some sort of new ride?”

*Drip!*

All of a sudden, Crissie felt a drop of liquid grace past her cheek as if she were hit by a raindrop falling in reverse. Then another…and another. She held out her hand, feeling the clear liquid hit her hand and observing as it hovered on the edge of her fingertip, threatening to fall upward.

Before Crissie could examine the droplet closer, the monsoon hit her. Thousands of tiny raindrops rose all around her, making her feel as though she were trapped in a geyser. Unlike a geyser, though, the liquid was cool to the touch.

While certainly not an unpleasant feeling, Crissie soon discovered the biggest downside to it raining upwards, and that was the fact that her diaper was taking the brunt of the damage. Beating against her diaper like a snare drum, any fluid that ran down her legs or hit her diaper directly was quickly absorbed into the thirsty padding.

At first, it seemed like a minor inconvenience at most. Crissie squeezed her thighs together, giggling at the obscene level of squishiness. However, as liquid continued to flood her diaper, she found it soon growing wildly out of control. With each drop that hit, her legs were forced further apart until it looked as though she were sitting inside a giant, white pumpkin. And still, her diaper grew, expanding far past the limits that the diaper she was wearing should’ve possessed.

Overwhelmed by the unnaturally plushy, squelchy diaper, Crissie bit her lip, finding it difficult not to enjoy the sensations that her hyper-swelling diaper was filling her with. Speaking of filling, her pampers were nowhere near finished taking on more liquid. As the diaper got larger, its growth increased rapidly. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t even tap her toes together. And yet her diaper continued to inflate, slurping up any fluids it could until it was the size of a car. And then, suddenly, it all came to an end.

*PLOOOOOOOORRP!!!!*

Ripping outward like a bowl of jello, the mass of mushy padding flattened out across the hard, tiled floor with Crissie on top to experience every glorious moment of it. As the pulp inside of her diaper settled, she stared down at her formerly normal-sized nappy, awestruck by its sheer girth. She wiggled her butt, her excitement building as the diaper reacted in kind. “I’ve only seen a diaper this size in cartoons,” she mumbled to herself, her eyes rolling back as she pressed down on the front of her diaper. Despite how harrowing this situation had been up to this point, she couldn’t help but stop to enjoy her mega-inflated padding.

“Ahem…AHEM!”

Before Crissie could get to know her extremely bloated diaper more intimately, a high-pitch, male voice hit her ears, causing her to scan the area for the source. As far as she could see, the room around her was empty but that didn’t stop the voice from interjecting itself once again, “If you’re done fondling yourself, we have a selection of diapers for you to change into.”

*FLASH!*

Spotlights shot down from the non-existent ceiling, illuminating a table with three stacks of diapers on it, each with something different written on the rear. “Change me…spank me…fill me?” said a confused Crissie as she read off the different diaper options.

“Well, c’mon! We haven’t got all day!” said the voice, giving no leeway for how bewildering this all was for Crissie.

Pushing out her lower lip, Crissie folded her arms and pouted. Against her better judgment, she wanted to stay and play with her oversaturated monster of a diaper. But if Mr. Huffypants was gonna be a meanie about it, there was no way she could get off with him around. Figuring it was best to get changed and get out of here, she examined her options one last time before making her choice.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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