Crissie in Diaperland: Chapter 13

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Never one to turn down a bong hit, Crissie excitedly rubbed her hands together as she nodded her head in response. “Oh, heck yeah,” she said, taking the mouthpiece from the Caterpillar's hand and placing it in her mouth. Despite having years of cannabis experience, she’d never actually smoked from a hookah before, though she figured it couldn’t be that much different from a bong or bubbler. To her surprise, as she began to inhale, the flavorful smoke overwhelmed her, causing her to cough on the exhale, “What…*ough! ough!*...flavor is that? *ahem!* It’s very fruity.”

“Applewood mixed with a berry medley of my own personal creation. Really adds a richness to the aftertaste,” said the Caterpillar proudly as he reclaimed the mouthpiece from Crissie and proceeded to inhale another puff, “Now, you should begin to feel a slight tingling in your limbs. I assure you it’ll pass, so try to relax.”

Sure enough, Crissie soon felt a rush of pins and needles overtake her arms and legs, making her feel as though her limbs had fallen asleep. She chuckles as her neck went limp, allowing her head to bobble around senselessly. “Woah…that’s some good shit,” she said, relishing the combined body and head high she received.

*PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!*

Without warning, Crissie let out a long fart. She yelped in surprise before descending into a fit of giggles. “Hehehe! My tummy feels bubbly,” she said, grazing her hands against her burbling mid-section.

“Ah yes, I probably should’ve warned you. This strain has the ability to numb bladder and bowel muscles in certain species. Obviously, humans being one of them,” said the Caterpillar smugly, removing the bowl from atop the hookah and proceeding to refill it, “Apologies for failing to warn you properly. I hope you don’t mind using that padding around your waste.”

Rocking back and forth on the plushy bum, Crissie's laughter only grew more obnoxious as her single hit from a hookah was enough to send her to the spinny zone. “Oh, don’t worry! I’m more than happy to fill ‘er up! See?” she exclaimed, propping herself up on her hands and knees and swinging her butt around for the Caterpillar to gawk at. All the while, multiple tiny toots escaped from her sphincter, pleasing the Caterpillar greatly.

“Oh, that’s very interesting,” said the Caterpillar, his smile growing more devious by the second he stared at Crissie’s still unused “Fill Me” diaper. Leaning back, the Caterpillar reached around the set of fungi at his side and plucked several of the smaller mushrooms.“Here, you must be famished. The mushrooms in my cavern are safe to eat, I promise,” said the Caterpillar, offering the handful of colorful shrooms to Crissie, “And as you eat, perhaps you can finally begin to explain yourself to me.”

Sensing no malice in the Caterpillar's actions, Crissie happily accepted the assortment of mushrooms, eagerly stuffing one into her mouth. “You keep saying that but I’m still not sure what you want me to-OH WOW! These taste amazing!” said Crissie, losing track of her own train of thought as the brilliant flavor of the mushrooms danced across her tongue.

“Enhanced by the smoke, my dear. You’re welcome to have as much as you want,” said the Caterpillar, placing the well-filled bowl back on top of his hookah and setting the mouthpiece down in front of Crissie, “Please. I so rarely have guests. Allow me to treat you.”

Staring down at the remaining mushrooms in her hand and the hookah mouthpiece at her feet, Crissie licked her salivating lips. She wanted nothing more than to overindulge in everything. And yet, she hesitated, due in part to a small voice in the back of her head telling her that this was all too good to be true. Before entering the Caterpillar's cavern, Chess had warned her that no human had ever resurfaced after coming down here. Could this Caterpillar be the cause?

“You look concerned, my child. Is something the matter?” asked the Caterpillar, narrowing his gaze while maintaining his warm expression.

Snapping out of her smoke-fueled stupor, Crissie laughed off the Caterpillar's assertion. “Oh, sorry. I was just…contemplating,” said Crissie, struggling to fight through her hazy thought process to concoct an adequate enough excuse. It wasn’t as though she could tell the Caterpillar she was suspicious of his motives to his face.

“Contemplating? Oh joy, that is perhaps my favorite pastime,” said the Caterpillar, clapping several sets of hands together, “Pray tell, what has you so deep in thought?”

Gripping the bushel of mushrooms in her hand tightly as she let out another bout of gas, Crissie forced a smile, recognizing that she’d put herself on the spot with her response. With no time to think, Crissie blurted out the first complex thought that came to her head.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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