Crissie's Day Out, Pt. 2

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read part 1 and want to catch up, check out the link in the description. I hope you enjoy!

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Crissie was blushing up a storm, as she walked hand in hand with Master through the back hallways of CrissBaby HQ. She was dressed in a fluffy yellow party dress with pink accents and matching Mary Jane shoes. Her hair had been tied up into a pair of frumpy pigtails and, under her skirt, was the thickest diaper she’d ever worn. Clearly, she’d been missing out on her own supply hidden away in her secluded nursery. CrissBaby diapers were the bomb!

Still, this was Crissie’s first time going out in public in full adult baby regalia, and she was in the heart of a downtown business district no less. To say it was nerve-racking would be an understatement. Would she be made fun of? Would people shoot her looks of disgust? Worst of all, if she used her diaper, would she accidentally leak? Master refused to let her wear plastic panties over it, so there was always a slight risk. “H-how much did you say these things could hold?”

Master chuckled, “Listen, Crissie, if you can make that thing leak by the end of the day I’ll...give you control of this entire dimension.”

Part of Crissie got super excited when she heard that. It only took five seconds for her to realize it was an unwinnable bet from the starting line. “If someone has control of the universe, I’m sure they can will my diaper to never leak with ease.” That thought made her feel a bit helpless standing next to what was essentially a Goddess to her, while also feeling very excited. Crissie’s favorite combination.

Two men in suits started walking alongside Crissie and Master. Just like the men who had parted the crowd earlier for Crissie, they were clearly wearing a disposable diaper under their pants. Not that either seemed to mind.
“Miss Caretaker,” said the man nearest to Master, “The lobby has been prepared to your specifications.”

Master smirked, “Thank you, Luis, excellent work as always.” She then looked over at Crissie, who averted her gaze instantly. “I hope you’re ready Crissie. And remember, don’t forget to smile.”

Crissie had no idea what Master was talking about, and unfortunately, she wouldn’t have much time to ponder what she meant. The four of them soon arrived at a set of double doors. The men took hold of the door handles and pulled them open. It was already too late to prepare for whatever awaited her on the other side.

“They’re here!”

Cameras flashed and reporters shouted from behind a human wall of men in suits. Master placed her arm around Crissie’s shoulder and put on a very cheesy smile. Awkwardly, like a child trying to imitate their parent, Crissie tried to match Master’s cheery disposition, doing her best to hide how uncomfortable she was. With dozens of photographs being taken of her every second, there was no hiding from the world just how big of a baby she really was anymore. It was both liberating and terrifying.

“Thank you all for coming!” said Master, her booming voice silencing the room in an instant, “We are excited to have you join CrissBaby executives and top investors today for our company’s first major expo! If you’ll please be patient until the end of our presentation today, I would be happy to answer any questions you may have...”

Crissie zoned out as Master talked, mesmerized by genuine looks of interest from the surrounding media, as well as the lobby, which was the epitome of professional decadence. Could it really be true? Did she not have to hide who she was anymore? And was all of this really hers?

A sudden shove forward brought Crissie out of her head and back to reality. “We’re excited to have the one and only CrissieBaby here with us today for our big unveiling! Go ahead and introduce yourself, sweetheart,” said Master with no remorse. She was well aware that Crissie wasn’t paying attention.

“Ummm...h-heyyo...” said Crissie, trying her best to sound casual and failing miserably, “I’m C-CrissieBaby, and uhhh…” She looked back at Master, hoping for even an ounce of compassion. She found none.

“Why did you decide to come out of hiding?!”

Crissie’s head whipped back towards the crowd. However, before she could answer whoever asked the question, other voices started to chime in.

“Is Miss Caretaker your legal guardian?!”

“What brand are you wearing?!”

“Can we get a sneak peek at your next story?!”

Crissie felt like her head was spinning. Questions were flying at her so quickly that she had no chance to latch onto a single one. She backed up and hugged Master’s side, slowly hiding behind the tall and imposing woman.

“As I said, all questions will be answered after the presentation. Thank you,” said Master, proceeding to lift Crissie into her arms and escort her across the lobby. The tone of her voice was pleasant, as was her smile. Her eyes, however, threatened to suffocate anyone who so much as glanced in her general direction.

Reporters followed them through the lobby, strategically blocked behind the black suit brigade. They continued to shout after Master and Crissie as the two of them passed through another set of doors, entering a dimly lit hallway.

Master sighed as she set Crissie down, “Sorry about that Crissie, I didn’t anticipate them to-”

“Can you please stop with the pleasantries and just tell me what’s going on!?” said Crissie, not caring one bit that she was interrupting Master. She balled her fist, “I don’t…” she sniffled, feeling beyond overwhelmed, “I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t even know your name. Master? Miss Caretaker? Who are you?!”

Master knelt down in front of Crissie, holding her hands, “Hey, hey, calm down, Crissie.” She took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I got a bit too playful and threw you to the wolves with no warning. I thought they’d be more well-behaved than that. I may have control of this timeline, but I’m not a God. Freewill still exists.”

Standing up and brushing off her knee, Master looked at Crissie eye to eye, “For example, you can walk out of here right now and never look back. Sure, you might get recognized from time to time, but you could live a fairly normal life.” Master turned and started walking away, “Or you can follow me to the green room, so fill the role you were born to play. The choice is yours.”

Crissie held firm, not moving an inch. She looked back at the door she just came through, hearing the mass of voices slip through the cracks in the frame. Obviously, she couldn’t go that way without being bombarded. She turned the opposite direction, her eyes following Master as she turned a corner and was out of sight. After months of cultivating a brand, would she really let her go that easily?

Lifting up her dress, Crissie looked down at her own name-brand diaper, remembering how proud she felt when Master taped her into it. It was as if the diaper was made specifically for her. She chuckled to herself, “Lexi, Rocky, Connor, looks like I’m joining your club now. Who’d want a boring life anyway when diapers are so much fun?”

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“Two minutes to curtain everyone!”

The last couple of hours had gone by in a flash! Master had only taken simple steps to prepare Crissie’s appearance for the press. Once she entered the green room, it was like a lion’s den of make-up artists, customers, and hairstylists. By the time they were done with Crissie, she looked like a literal lifesize doll. She wore a gold and pink sequined party dress with several bulbous petticoats that bloated her skirt well above the stupendous CrissBaby brand diapers, which was the only aspect of her previous appearance that remained the same. She was almost shocked a team of diaper changers wasn’t on standby or something.

“Crissie!” shouted Master as she ran over to her. A man that Crissie didn’t recognize was with her. “Crissie, this is Mark. He’s the best of the best in our company’s research and development division, and he’ll be assisting us with today’s product demonstration.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Crissie. Or should I call you Miss Baby?” said Mark, cackling at his own terrible dad joke.

Crissie grimaced but forced a laugh out anyway. She held out her hand, “It’s nice to meet you too, Mar-”

“Wait...wait a goddamn minute,” thought Crissie, unable to take her eyes off of Mark. She reached forward with both hands and grabbed his cheeks. “Did you say your name was Mark?”

“Y-yesh?” said Mark, speaking through stretched lips and clearly getting weirded out.

“Like...Test Dummy Mark?” questioned Crissie, as if Mark would know the title of the story he was from.

Master pulled Crissie’s hands down from Mark’s face, “I’m so sorry, Mark. She’s just nervous.”

“O-of course,” said Mark, who was also now forcing out a laugh, “See you on stage, Crissie.” And with that, he walked off, presumably to get as far from Crissie as possible.

Crissie felt like she was about to pass out, “He’s...not real! He’s-

“Calm down, CrissieBaby,” cooed Master as she gingerly patted Crissie’s head, “There’s something that I haven’t quite mentioned yet. Because your stories are linked with my dimensional space, they kind of...take on a life of their own, so to speak. And with nowhere else to go, your stories and characters get spat out here into the real world.”

Crissie couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “So I literally created people in this world?”

“Yep!” said Master, acting like this moral and ethical dilemma was no big deal, “You really did a number on this place with your Sissy Giggles story. Half of Chicago can’t count to three now because of you.”

Crissie looked over at Mark, who was going over his script one last time, “Wait, you said my stories were insanely popular here. Wouldn’t Mark and all the others find out they’re fictional?”

“Does Mark look fictional to you?” asserted Master, silencing Crissie, “Think about it, how many times have you read your real name in a story? Did you assume all of those were about you? Beyond that, I have absolute control over this timeline. Do you think I can’t prevent a few dozen people from reading Kelly’s New Dolly?”

Crissie had no argument. She knew Master was right. She nodded her head, “I get what you’re saying...but how am I supposed to write mean things now, knowing it will actually affect someone in the world?”

“Just don’t think about it!” snapped Master without a hint of feeling. She placed a hand over her eyes and sighed, “Look, these are people who wouldn’t have existed anyway without you.

Instead of thinking about how you should hold yourself back, think about the fantastical possibilities at your fingertips!”

Crissie digested the words Master had said to her, thinking, “Am I being too much of a wet blanket about this? Maybe I should listen to Master and just not think about it.” At the same time though, something about having God-like control over another person’s life was a heavy burden. Just as she was about to respond…

“Miss Caretaker, CrissieBaby, you’re on!”

“Time to get out there,” said Master, grabbing Crissie’s hand and leading her onto the stage.

The curtain was already lifted, so Crissie walked out to see hundreds of bodies in seats, all of whom rose to give an applause to their entrance. However, they all remained in silhouette thanks to the dramatic stage lighting. Crissie was thankful she couldn’t see everyone staring at her.

About halfway to the microphone, Master bent down and picked Crissie up, setting the overgrown toddler on her hip. The audience erupted with excited cheers.

Crissie couldn’t take it. She buried her face into Master’s shoulder, blushing bright red. She wouldn’t even dare glance at the audience anymore.

“Aww, so shy. I thought you liked uppies,” whispered Master in Crissie’s ear as she arrived at center stage.

“I-I do like uppies,” said Crissie, unaware that her little comment would be picked up by the mic and amplified for the entire audience to hear. The moment she heard her own voice echoing throughout the auditorium, she turned ghost white.

Master fed into the hilarity, “Yes CB, and not a single grownup in this room is surprised.” More laughter ensued, making Crissie want to run off stage and curl up in a ball. Sure, she liked to fantasize about public humiliation, but it plays out a lot differently when it actually happens.

Master cleared her throat and leaned into the mic, “Already off to a fantastic start! I’m sure you all know who we are. My name is Miss Caretaker, and this little angel is none other than CrissieBaby! We’re delighted to have you join us today!” A wave of applause swept through the auditorium again. Master placed a finger on Crissie’s chin and turned her towards the audience. “Just smile and pose for a minute longer and you can relax for a bit,” she said, whispering only to Crissie.

Deciding it’d be best not to ruin what appeared to be a very big day for Master, Crissie put on a happy face as cameras flashed all around. After a few seconds, she felt herself start to relax a little. Looking around, it wasn’t a super huge auditorium. And no one seemed to be malicious in their laughter and teasing. She wrapped her arms around Master and snuggled in, still smiling at the crowd.

Her actions cause the standing audience to go wild. Master turned and kissed Crissie on the forehead, cranking up the insanity in the room. “Look at you, such a natural,” she said, patting Crissie back before returning her focus to the rest of the room.

“I’m sure you’re all excited to see the amazing products that our company will be unveiling to the public today. To kick us off, please help me welcome our special guest, Mr. Mark Hanson!”

Mark walked over to join Crissie and Master, accompanied by yet another round of applause. It was a very interactive audience. He stepped up to the microphone, “Hello and good afternoon, as Miss Caretaker said, my name is Mark Hanson and I’m the head of research and development at CrissBaby’s LA division. I’m excited to show you all the dream-like products that, only months ago, were the stuff of fiction!” More clapping and cheers followed. “Miss Caretaker, if you and Crissie would join me, I’d love to show off our latest innovation!”

The three of them arrived at a small station in the corner of the stage with tape covering whatever was underneath. Crissie’s Little heart was thumping like a rabbit’s to know what fun surprise might be hiding under there.

Mark grabbed onto the tarp, “Ladies and gentlemen, for years, adult baby companies have refused to innovate even the simplest of infantile products to meet the lush demands of ABs and DLs all over the world. No longer will that be an issue. Let me introduce you to...The Walker Pro!”

Throwing back the tarp, the audience gasped before breaking out into thunderous anticipation. Parked in the corner of the stage was an adult-sized baby walker. It was stacked with toys and teething objects galore! Its pink and blue plastic frame was tall enough to fit even Master inside comfortably. There were even two robotic arms on opposite sides of the walker that waved to the audience after their unveiling.

With the mic in his hand, Mark said, “This is the latest in CrissBaby technology! The AB Super Walker Pro is a first-of-its-kind self-servicing adult baby walker. Online and in-store orders can be customized to fit your Little’s size, color, and toy preferences! But enough from me. Crissie! Would you like to take the Walker Pro for a spin?”

Crissie nodded enthusiastically. From the moment she laid eyes on it, she couldn’t wait to slip her legs through the holes of the seat and get busy playing. She reached out, insisting that Master set her down.

Master chuckled, “Okay, CrissCross, calm down.” She placed her hands on Crissie’s hips and carefully lowered her in. “Comfy?”

“Yeth!” Shouted Crissie, adding in an extra lisp for the fun of it. Her hands were going crazy, not sure what to play with first. She bounced with innocent glee, only able to touch the floor with her tiptoes.

Mark snickered and walked over to Master, “I think we should let her play for a bit while we show off some other products. We won’t need her until the big finale anyway!”

“I think you’re quite right, Mark,” said Master, leaning over the side of the walker and giving Crissie a big, wet kiss on the cheek before walking away to the next product station. Crissie giggled and held her cheek in her hand, savoring Master’s electric touch.

With Crissie left alone to her own devices, she finally started to relax. Everyone’s focus was on Master and Mark now, so she was free to take it easy. No longer in panic mode, her bodily functions came back to life, activating her need to urinate. With all of today’s excitement, she’d yet to relieve herself even once. And now that the pressure to perform was off, the pressure to go was on.

“Well, Mommy did say I could have the whole timeline if I leaked, so I might as well get started,” thought Crissie, giggling to herself as she allowed herself to release with a calming hiss. She sighed, in a world of pure bliss.

*BUZZZZZZZZ*

That bliss didn’t last. All of a sudden, Crissie felt a small buzz coming from the bottom of her diaper. “Did the walker have a built-in vibrator,” thought Crissie, confused as to why Mark wouldn’t mention that? She grabbed the sides of the plastic walker and raised herself up a little to check it out, but the fabric seat she was straddling was just that, a seat. There was no vibrator or set of wires or anything! “What’s going on with my diap-”

Crissie let herself settle down and pulled back the waistband of her diaper, sticking her hand down the front. She feeling a strong, unmistakable vibration hidden within the stuffing. That’s the moment it hit her. Why else would Mark be here but to support the big announcement of his pride and joy? The diaper that Crissie was currently wearing. The Super Absorber XXX.

Crissie wasn’t just a special guest at today’s conference, she was the main participant.

TO BE CONTINUED...