Crissie's Day Out, Pt. 3

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 bit her lip, trying to keep her libido as subdued as possible. She looked out towards the audience, thankful their attention was on the opposite side of the stage, where Mark was had yet to start. Certainly, Mark would want to save the Super Absorber XXX for the grand finale.

There was no question about it, Crissie needed to get off stage as quickly as possible. Of course, since she was situated inside of a giant baby walker, escape was going to be a bit tricky. Quietly, with her feet barely able to touch the floor, Crissie nudged herself towards the wing of the stage.

*CLANK!*

Crissie came to a sudden halt. She backed up, peering over the walker to see a metal rim that formed a small circle on stage. This was a trap from the very beginning! They wanted to make sure she couldn’t roll herself away.

She sat her weight back down in the seat, her legs noodling after she had to strain so much to tiptoe. This only put more weight on the vibrator. Crissie cupped her mouth with her hand and moaned gently into it, praying for no one to hear. Unfortunately, when she looked up, she already noticed a few people looking at her and murmuring to each other. Time was running out fast.

With no other option, Crissie planted her hands on the sides of the walker, attempting to lift herself out of it. She wiggled as her butt reached the mouth of the plastic rim that held her in place. This made the walker very unsteady, causing a cacophony of noise. By now, most of the audience, as well as Mark and Master, had turned to observe her futile struggle.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

The Walker Pro started beeping the moment Crissie’s hips were past the center threshold. The mechanical arms at the walker’s sides whirred to life and grabbed each of Crissie’s arms with their soft-gloved hands, suspending her in midair.

“H-hey! Lemme go!”  shouted Crissie as her legs kicked back and forth. The audience laughed and applauded her failure to escape. That was the product’s intended purpose after all.

Crissie attempted to jerk her arms away, craning her neck against her shoulder to avoid looking directly at the bemused assemblage. She was more than willing to help with the demonstration or whatever, but not like this! “Master! Make this thing let me go! Please!”

Mark chuckled, as he assumed Crissie was begging him to stop and not the tall, busty mastermind at his side. “Not even ten minutes and you’re already calling me Master?” he joked. The crowd got a kick out of that one, while Crissie once again cringed.

“No that’s not-mmmmmff!” Crissie’s words were silenced as a third, retractable arm had risen to plop a pink pacifier into Crissie’s mouth.

Crissie instantly went to spit it out, but as she did, her tongue grazed past the rubber bulb in her mouth, pressing against her cheek instead. She tried again, resulting in the same outcome. For some reason, it was like her tongue was unable to find the paci in order to push it out, Spectators chuckled at the funny facial expressions she made as she worked the binky around in her mouth.

“Thank you, Crissie, for displaying the Walker Pro’s security features, as well as demonstrating the power of the ImpossiBinky. Courtesy of CrissBaby’s neuro-nanite technology, we can create total pacifier dependency. Now you can be sure you’re Little’s oral fixation will last for years to come!” announced Mark to rapturous applause.

Crissie wanted nothing more than to spit out the stupid binky. Woefully, her mouth had other plans, finding much pleasure in the constant oral stimulation. She naïvely wondered how this situation could get any worse.

However, Crissie’s humiliation was only getting started. Her need to pee was still present since she’d cut herself off earlier once the erotic buzzing started. And the way the robotic arms were holding her up was putting a lot of pressure on her bladder.

Master saw the strain on her face and knew exactly how to send her over the edge. She crossed over in front of Crissie and lightly lifted her dress, “Such a vulnerable tummy you’ve got there, Crissie. It’d be a shame if someone were to…”

Crissie shook her head no frantically, but there was no changing Master’s mind. She reached up Crissie’s dress and placed a hand on her soft, taut tummy. Her fingers delicately grazed her skin before homing in on some more aggressive torture.

Tears formed in Crissie’s eyes as she was unable to stop her involuntary tirade of laughter.  She cackled and howled as Master mercilessly stimulated the most sensitive spots on her body. It took no time at all for Crissie’s dam to burst.

*hsssssssssss*

*bzzzzZZZZZZZZZ!*

“AHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Crissie as the vibrations picked up the pace. It was no longer something she could ignore. She was being made to cum on stage in front of an audience while wearing a diaper and sitting in a baby walker. She often liked to brag that she no longer had any shame, only for moments like this to prove what an embarrassing lie that was.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you may not have noticed it at first, but CrissieBaby is currently wearing the greatest adult diaper ever invented!” said Mark, getting noticeably more and more excited, “I’m proud to introduce to you... The Super Absorber XXX!” The applause could be heard from the next building over.

The machine extending the walker’s legs by a few inches before setting Crissie back inside, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to touch the ground no matter what. This crammed the buzzing device closer to Crissie’s clit, driving her crazy.

As Mark rambled on about all the amazing features included in the Super Absorber, Crissie tuned the rest of the world out. Roses. Everything smelled like Roses to Crissie. And that odor was the most heavenly scent in the world. A line of drool fell from her lip, as her expression shifted from anxious to docile. Her hands slammed down on the plastic toy panels situated around her, moaning audibly for everyone to hear.

Her cries eventually got so loud that Mark could no longer speak over them. “I’d say the Super Absorber XXX speaks for itself, wouldn’t you?” More jeering from the crowd ensued. With a terrible idea forming in his head, Mark pulled out a remote from his pocket and entered a few commands. “Have fun, Crissie!”

The robotic arms moved to the panel stationed behind Crissie, fiddling around out of her sight. It made her anxious to have the arms behind her doing only Goddess knows what. However, once the hands returned to Crissie’s vision, she wished they’d stayed behind her. Both mechanical arms were now holding large baby bottles filled with a murky white liquid. She wanted to protest, but another surge of vibrations in her nappy made forming words unfeasible. Even as pacifier was plucked from her mouth, she still had no voice to speak of, exhausted from the mind-numbing pleasure.

“As many of you know, we here at CrissBaby have prided ourselves in our creation of the Bladder Busting formula. However, pride in past accomplishments does not mean we stop moving forward. That right, we have perfected our Bladder Busting formula, Introducing the Bladder Buster 2.0!” The applause started up again, but Mark quickly fanned them down, “And that’s not all, because today, we’re also announcing our brand new Bowel Busting formula as well, to make certain that CrissBaby is the one-stop-shop for all of your regression needs!”

The audience gave Mark a standing ovation as he stepped forward and took a bow. Meanwhile, Crissie was not feeling the same jubilation as the onlookers, as her mouth was stuffed with the rubber nipple of a baby bottle. The liquid ran through her tummy and soon found its way into Crissie’s diaper in record time. Miss Snorington had been sneaking the original Bladder Busting formula into Crissie’s nighttime bottles for months, so her body was already accustomed to it.

This only drove the Super Absorbers vibrations up towards full power, as Crissie was made to feel every humiliating feeling that Rocky was put through in Test Dummy, only at least Rocky got to do her’s in a testing chamber with limited personnel. She wasn’t subjected to a live-studio audience.

Throughout this whole process, Master was pleased to not have to lift a finger. She knew she chose correctly when deciding which of Crissie’s characters to embarrass her with when she first came back to the real world. Mark just might be Crissie’s most perverse character, and certainly her most dominant.

Approaching Mark, Master leaned into his ear and whispered, “Time for the grand finale.” She gave him a wink and a sly grin to top it off.

Mark returned the favor as he lifted the remote and typed in a few final commands, “One last feature of the Walker Pro that we want to demonstrate today is the PUNISHMENT PROTOCOL.”

If Crissie understood what Mark, or anyone else for that matter, was saying anymore, she would’ve been in a panic over those words. Instead, she merely sucked on her bottle and indulged in what felt like one long, epic climax that would never end. She downed the first bottle so fast that she almost didn’t realize when the robotic arms switched over to the Bowel Busting formula.

Meanwhile, the Walker Pro shifted in form. Crissie was tilted forward as the walker opened up. Master and Mark grabbed onto the sides of the Walker and rotated it 180 degrees until her very yellow diaper butt was on full display for all to see.

“The last feature I want to show off is the punishment protocol installed in all Walker Pros. Simply activate this feature and the walker will open up to present your Little’s vulnerable tushy. From there, you can administer spankings, enemas, whatever you so desire!” With one final button press, the arms swung around to Crissie’s backside. The hands flattened out, proceeded to alternate back and forth in spanking Crissie.

“AHHHH! OWOWOW! STOP-OW!”

Crissie was instantly brought out of the lucid state she was in as her body suffered blow after blow from the cold-hearted machines.

*GUUUURRGLE*

Crissie helplessly shook her head, knowing exactly what was coming and Mark’s closing statement only made it worse, “We hope you enjoyed today’s presentation! I know Crissie sure had a BLAST!”

*BLOOOOOOOORRRRT!*

As if on cue, Crissie’s bowel muscles went on strike, leaving her helpless to stop the awful, semi-soft, brown muck that gushed out of her backside. She messed herself for what seemed like an entire minute straight. She didn’t know what was worse, the sounds of her bodily functions, which were very audible from up on stage, or the sounds of the crowd that wanted nothing more than for her diaper to sag to the stage and weren’t afraid to be vocal about it.

The robotic hands didn’t seem to care that her diaper was expanding to full capacity. They slapped away, mushing the poopy diaper against Crissie’s butt and squishing its contents all over.

The way everything crescendoed was just too much to handle. Crissie screamed ferally at the top of her lungs as her body hit the climax of climaxes. Her hips shook and gyrated for all to see. The perfect way to cap off an amazing performance. As her big explosion came to an end, Crissie’s lips curled into a smile as she passed out on stage.

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“Crissie, it’s time to wake up sweetie.”

Crissie’s eyes slowly fluttered awake at the sound of Master’s soothing voice. She looked around, finding that she was no longer on stage in front of hundreds of people, but was instead alone with Master in the green room. Her outfit, and thankfully, diaper had also been changed into something far more casual; a t-shirt, sweatpants, and thankfully, a non-vibrating diaper.

“What happened?” said Crissie, rubbing her forehead like she’d been on a drinking binge the night before. She stretched out her arms and legs, feeling sore throughout most of her body.

Master placed a hand under Crissie’s chin, caressing her in a soothing, yet controlling way, “You were a hit, my dear! The audience ate you up, as did our live streamers! Shares of CrissBaby stock shot through the moon!” said Master, bringing Crissie in for a big hug. “And it’s all thanks to you.”

Crissie blushed, rubbing the back of her neck bashfully, “I-I really didn’t do that much. I just...shit myself on stage. That’s it.”

“Oh no, Crissie. You may not have had Mark’s salesmanship, but it was you that sold the audience,” said Master, booping Crissie on the nose, “Products can garner some interest for a little while until something newer and better comes along to steal the spotlight. But brands, those are everlasting. And today, you showed off exactly how powerful a brand that you are.”

Crissie’s ego inflated a little upon hearing that. She still wasn’t sure how a few silly diaper stories could influence anything, but she didn’t really care about the “How?” anymore. If this was all a dream and she were to wake up tomorrow, she wanted to make sure she made the most of it. Still, there was one question that gnawed at her consciousness. A question she needed to know the answer to in order to understand.

But before Crissie could say anything more, Master stood up and moved towards the door, “Now, come on, Crissie. Your day isn’t over yet!” She pushed through the door and continued walking, knowing Crissie would be following shortly.

And just as Master had suspected, Crissie didn’t hesitate. Smiling brightly, she hopped up and followed Master out the door.

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*DING*

The elevator came to a halt. It was a quick ride up, so the stop caused Crissie’s stomach to lurch a bit. Master and Crissie exited the lift, “Follow me this way, I’ll show you to your new office.”

Before Crissie could even agree to follow, Master grabbed her wrist lightly and pulled her along as a parent would to their child. They walked together down a large corridor that had two sets of double doors that faced each other on opposing sides. Master pointed to the one closest to Crissie. “That one there is yours,” she then pointed to the other set of doors, “And this one is mine.”

Master turned and pushed open the door to her own office, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, as much fun as it would be to play with you for the rest of the afternoon, I have a lot of work to do. Get settled into your office. If you need anything, pick up the phone on your desk. No need to dial any number. Just tell the phone what you want and it will be taken ca-

“Master?” asked Crissie, cutting off Master’s monologue. Despite how small Master made her feel, she mustered up whatever confidence she had to hold eye contact with her. “Why did you pick me? You could’ve chosen any number of ageplayers or writers. Why me?”

Master smiled, and turned back towards her office, walking inside as the heavy doors started to close on their own. “Good night, Crissie.”

And that was it. Her time with Master was over, at least for now. She grumbled, a little annoyed that Master walked away without answering, even after she worked up the courage.

Crissie turned around and opened the massive office doors, instantly getting hit with the overpowering aroma of baby powder. The lights came on automatically, unveiling a ridiculous massive office space. Similar to her nursery dimension, the office had a lot of AB essentials, from a changing table and a big wardrobe to a kitchenette with a high chair and a playpen filled with all the toys and plushies she could ever need. In a corner of the room sat Crissie’s old two-monitor setup and custom-built computer. She rushed over to it and gave the monitors a big hug. “Oh, my babies! I thought I lost you!”

Sitting down at her desk, Crissie leaned back in her old gaming chair and closed her eyes. It was good to be back in her own dimension... wasn’t it?

Crissie sat forward and looked around. Sure, the office had a lot of fun stuff in it, but it was cold. Not temperature cold, but emotionally cold. The big glass window overlooking the city. The shiny tile floors. The grey walls. Everything she’d come across had been tailored to be exactly how she wanted it to be, so why wasn’t this? Even the phone on her desk, a red rotary phone that could give her anything she wanted, didn’t feel right to her. How was she supposed to write in such a stuffy environment?

*CLINK*

Crissie's head turned down to the floor, as the key she’d long forgotten about was now on the ground at her feet. She didn’t even think about it when her landlord confiscated her pants. So...how did it end up here? Her eyes going back and forth between the world outside her window and the pink gold key in her palm.

A small smile fashioned itself on Crissie’s face as she stood up and walked over to one of the cabinets nearby that had a lock on it. She took the key and inserted it. Sure enough, as soon as she twisted the key to the right, a portal appeared when she opened the cabinet door. “I had a fun day out, but I think it’s time to go home.”

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“Open wide, sweetie!” said Miss Snorington, as she brought the next spoonful of delicious baby food to Crissie’s lips.

Crissie swallowed the bite with a look of pure satisfaction written across her face. Her mouth was open and ready to receive the next portion before Miss Snorington even had the chance to scoop up a full serving.

Miss Snorington giggled at how into little space Crissie was getting today, “Oh my! Crissie Baby must be very hungry today,”

“Mmhmm!” nodded Crissie as she took in the next mouthful, wiggling her butt atop her very loaded diaper. She’d asked Miss Snorington not to change her until she’d had her fill.

*BLOOOOOORRRT!*

And judging from the sounds emitting from her diaper, it was impossible to say when she might get to that point. She looked over at her computer set up, knowing that Master had to be watching. She greedily opened her mouth again with a big smile on her face. A baby's place was in the nursery after all.

THE END.