Crissie in Diaperland: Chapter 7

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“Oooooh! Cookies!” shouted Crissie as she instantly dove for the tiny metal box to satisfy her insatiable craving for cookies. Snatching one of the heart-shaped confections out of the box, she quickly consumed it. It was a soft, doughy sugar cookie with frosting on top, which just so happened to be her favorite. She moaned as the sweet, indulgent flavor wrapped around her tongue.

However, despite Crissie’s enjoyment, there was someone present who was less than pleased by her decision-making. “No! No! No! You’re supposed to drink the vial, you silly girl! Don’t you know what those biscuits will do to you?!” shouted the door just as Crissie swallowed her yummy bite, “Oh no! It’s already starting!”

Confused by what the door was blabbering on about, Crissie shrugged off whatever that meanie was saying. It was only when she was about to go in for a second cookie that she noticed that the table was significantly farther away than it was before, “Why is the table…shrinking?” she said, looking back at the door only to see that it too was shrinking, “Or…am I…growing?!”

Panic set in as the seams of Crissie’s outfit began to burst. The fabric stretched across her expanding body, causing the dress to tighten around her arms and torso in the most uncomfortable way. As the air was squeezed out of her by her constricting attire, she inhaled sharply, causing the dress to explode off of her body in a fabulous display. While it was a relief not to be bound to an outfit that was actively trying to strangle her, it also left her completely nude save for the diaper, which to her surprise had grown with her as if bound to her form by magic.

“Oh, y-you’ve really done it now!” screamed the door, its voice slightly muffled behind the tatters of cloth that had fallen in front of its mouth, “You’ll never fit through me like that! You’re as big as a house!”

Covering her exposed chest with her arms, a very distraught Crissie exclaimed, “B-But I don’t wanna be this big!” Fear gripped her Little soul as she wondered if she’d ever be held again now that she was so ginormous. She sniffled as her eyes began to water.

“Don’t you dare cry! I just had the floors cleaned!” the door said sternly, his words doing nothing to curb Crissie’s emotional state, “Ugh! Newborns are always such a hassle. This is easily fixable, all you have to do is find the vial and shrink yourself back down. Think you can manage that much?”

Wiping the moisture away from the corners of her eyes, Crissie nodded as she plucked the extra small vial off the table and placed its rubber nipple into her mouth. It felt incredibly foolish to be sucking on a bottle that to her was the size of a thimble. She soon felt the bitter liquid dancing across her tongue, causing her to recoil in disgust and making her miss the warm, delectable flavor of the frosted cookies.

Looking down, Crissie watched as the world around her began to grow. Whatever potion the vial contained may have been gross as heck but at least it worked. She begrudgingly took a second sip, increasing the speed of her descent.

*GUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGLE!!!*

Suddenly, the arm Crissie was using to cover her modesty shifted southward as her stomach let out a terrible grumble. She had zero time to react before the repercussions of her growling tummy reared their ugly head.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRT!!!*

As Crissie shrank below the height of the table, her diaper rapidly swelled around her butt, filling with a plethora of mushy, brown slop. Wave after wave of cramps racked her body as she pushed out a seemingly never-ending amount of poop into her padding. When all was said and done, she was practically the size of one of her dollies with a diaper that was filled to nearly the size of a fully-grown pumpkin. Much like when she had grown, her diaper and the muck inside of it shrank with her.

“There! Now you can freely pass through me…and by freely, I mean right now. Get out!” yelled the door, absolutely done with Crissie’s foolish antics.

Folding her arms in a huff, Crissie scoffed, “You’re making me leave without any clothes on?! At least let me change my diaper first!” She reached down and poked her loaded diaper, trying and failing not to enjoy its level of squishiness. As much as she wanted to have fun with such a magnificently bloated pamper, she knew Codi would never let her hear the end of it if she showed up in this messy of a diaper. Unfortunately, the tapes on her diaper had other plans. It was as if they’d been glued on! “C-C’mon, you stupid tapes! Why won’t you unstick?!”

“Sorry, my dear, but if you wanted a change, then you should’ve chosen the Change Me diaper! As it stands, you’re wearing a Fill Me diaper, therefore, you must fill it,” said the door, chuckling a little bit at the rotten face Crissie was making.

Climbing to her feet, Crissie felt the load in her pampers ooze around as she shifted into an upright position. “You can’t just expect me to fill this thing forever! How am I supposed to get changed?”

“Ugh! Newborns and your incessant questions. Only the Red Queen has the power to remove your diaper and reclassify your status in Diaperland. You’ll need to travel East toward the mountains if you wish to find her, though I doubt she’ll be very sympathetic to your cause,” said the door, letting out a large yawn at the end of his statement, “As for your wardrobe problem, you can select one of the outfits that were left behind by previous visitors.”

In the blink of an eye, a rack of clothes appeared next to the door, showcasing a small, yet adorable display of the most darling adult baby outfits Crissie had ever laid eyes on. Still upset about being essentially tricked into a locking diaper, she concealed her enthusiasm as she approached the clothing rack and scanned through the various options.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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