Crissie in Diaperland: Chapter 21

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“Why is a raven like a writing desk?” repeated Crissie, contemplating the complexities of such a bizarre metaphor. If anyone were to know the answer to such a riddle, it would be the diaper girl who slaves over a writing desk for several hours each day. On its face, though, a raven and a writing desk shared no apparent similarities. With time to really give it some thought, she probably could’ve come up with a half-decent answer. Unfortunately, based on the way that the Hatter was staring deep into her soul with his eyes, it was clear that time to think was not something she had, “W-Well, um…when writing at a writing desk…the words fly off the page…like ravens?”

There was a moment of strained silence before the Hatter burst into a fit of obnoxious laughter, prompting the others at the table to do the same. “Adorable! Where do you always find such characters, Cheshire?” he said, jumping up onto his seat so that his feet were perched on the wobbly wooden chair. Balancing in a crouched position, he had no choice but to stick his butt far out, exposing his muddy diaper for all to see. Not that it looked as though the Hatter minded in the slightest.

“I consider it a talent,” said Chess, patting Crissie on the head with his paw.

Pushing Chess’s fluffy mitt away, Crissie stood up and moved to the edge of the table to address the Hatter directly. “Please, I need to see the Red Queen!” she said, hoping that taking on a serious tone of her own would propel the Hatter to action.

Sadly, the Hatter brushed off Crissie’s statement. Standing up straight, he leaped from the chair to the table and proceeded to walk back toward his seat, caring little for the food, tea, and fine china he was kicking around. He then jumped high into the air before landing his messy rear on the seat at the head of the table. “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t address jabber-mouths who neglect their tea,” he said, picking up the teacup in front of him and draining all the liquid inside of it.

“Ugh! Fine!” said Crissie, rushing back to where the Hatter had placed her teacup. While a normal teacup to the Hatter and everyone else, thanks to Crissie’s shrunken size, the cup was basically the size of a compact car. Holding back her hair, she leaned over the edge and took a sip of the steamy fluid. She may have been annoyed with the Hatter and his personal brand of nonsense but he definitely made some damn good tea, “This is quite good.” She leaned in for a much bigger gulp, relishing how the warm liquid rejuvenated her body.

While Crissie was leaning over her cup, Chess spotted the perfect opportunity for a little mischief. Placing his paw directly behind Crissie, he raised his paw against her diaper, bumping her up and forward. “Oops!” he said, feigning innocence for nothing but his own amusement.

“WoaAAH!”

*SPLASH!*

Crissie barely had time to realize what was happening before she was sent fly face-first into the cup of tea. If it wasn’t for the fact that her diaper had already been waterlogged from her long swim, it would’ve greedily soaked up as much of the Hatter’s tea blend as possible. Instead, the well-worn diaper behaved more like an anchor, making it nearly impossible for her to get out on her own. Not that it stopped her from trying as she waded to the edge and attempted to escape the cup, only for the weight of her diaper to keep her in place.

“HAHAHAHA! Chess, you knave!” said the Hatter, nearly falling out of his chair from how hard he was laughing at Crissie’s expense.

Already an impatient person by nature, Crissie was at her limit with the Hatter’s silliness, as well as Chess’s mischief. Even now, she couldn’t tell if he had truly helped her by bringing her here or just wanted to mess with her more. “You guys are such jerks! I just wanted to see- *hiccup!* Ehehehe!”  she said, slapping her hand across her mouth as an involuntary giggle shot out of it. Simultaneously, she felt an odd tightness in her tummy that was akin to being gassy but had an odd twinge of warmth that made her want to break into laughter, “What was- *hiccup!* Ehehe-NO! What’s wrong with me?!”

“That would be the tea, my dear,” said Chess, picking up the spoon next to Crissie’s glass and scooping up a big spoonful of the Hatter’s special sugar, “I wondered if three spoons would be too much for you. Personally, I never like to do more than two myself.”

With her hand pressed against her mouth as tightly as possible, Crissie dug her heels in, refusing to let out the laugh that her body was compelling her to do. Kneeling in the center of her teacup, she frantically looked around, remembering too late that she was a very small girl surrounded by a bunch of very large diaper deviants.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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