Crissie's Day Out, Pt. 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“Aaaaaaaannnnnnd...done! Wahoo!”

Crissie threw her arms in the air as she reclined in her bean-bag size diaper, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and pride. She stared at her computer, watching the system accept her 100th story. She couldn’t believe it, months of battling mental regression and living out her most erotic fantasies had passed by in a flash.

At the same time, Crissie was also feeling a little disappointed. She’d half expected something interesting to happen when she finished her first one hundred. Maybe a new room or plaything. Perhaps even the chance to talk to the Master, who’d she’d still never seen or spoken to beyond a random text message or two.

*DING*

Speak of the Devil, Crissie’s screen froze and a small text box appeared in the center of the screen. Master must’ve been paying attention. Crissie smiled, for at least her hard work would be somewhat recognized. “Congratulations Crissie! I’ve been reading your stories and I must say I am rather pleased.”

Crissie was practically beaming. It was like a digital head pat. And it wasn’t finished either, as the message disappeared, replaced by a new one. “You’ve done so well that I’ve decided to give you this.”

*CLINK*

Crissie’s eyes moved to her desk, where a small, pink gold key with a heart-shaped hilt had suddenly appeared. She picked up the key, confused.

“I’m sure you’ll figure out how to use it. I’ll be seeing you soon,” And with that message, the text box vanished.

“WHAT?! SEEING YOU SOON?!” Crissie shouted, causing Miss Snorington to rush over to see what was the matter. She didn’t know exactly how, but there was a chance she’d finally get to meet the brains behind this whole operation.

Miss Snorington hugged Crissie close to her plushie chest, “What a lovely surprise. I’ll need to clean up around here, and that includes you too, missy.”

In an instant, Crissie was lifted up by Miss Snorington and carried over to the changing table for a thorough wipe down. Throughout the entire change, Crissie’s mind could only concentrate on one thing. She played with the key in her hand, gripping it tightly, as if she were to let it go, it would disappear before her eyes.

Once the changing was finished, Crissie was set down on the floor in front of a few toys while Miss Snorington got busy organizing the nursery. With some time alone to think, Crissie pondered over the key, wondering exactly what to do with it. “Master said I should be able to figure it out,” The only keyhole in the entire nursery was the one painted on the wooden toy box. With no reason not to try, Crissie walked over to the toy box and pressed the key up against the faux slot. Much to her surprise, the key didn’t stop once it pressed against the wood. It continued until it was fully inserted.

Crissie gulped, feeling a lot more nervous than a few seconds ago when she was sure this wouldn’t work. Her hand trembled slightly as she turned the key. The toy box popped open, revealing a glowing mist inside. She slowly stuck her hand inside. There was no bottom.

Having opened this toybox many times for fun and merriment, Crissie was not ready to see the toy box become some fantasy portal right before her eyes. Nevertheless, she was forced to deal with the fact that dream or not, this was happening.

“You should be able to return to your world through there,” said Miss Snorington, who had stopped what she was doing to watch the show. She patted Crissie on the shoulder and nodded.

“W-Will I be able to come back?” asked Crissie, as she stared at the freedom that had been deprived of for so long, and yet had stopped wanting months ago.

Miss Snorington chuckled at her hesitation, “The key will fit into any lock and create a portal between your world and this one. You can always come home whenever you want to.”

Home. That’s what this place was now. Crissie took one last look around before standing up, “So I just...jump in and poof!”

“Hehe! Yes. Poof!” responded Miss Snorington, reveling in Crissie’s multidimensional naïvete. Not wanting Crissie to stall any longer, the giant stuffed bear scooped up her big baby girl and hovered her over the portal. “You’ll have to tell me all about it when you get back.”

“W-wait! I’m not read-EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” shouted Crissie as she was dropped into the never-ending abyss of the portal.

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Crissie awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and the feeling of damp grass brushing against her face. She quickly lifted her head up, instantly recognizing where she was. She was in the park that was right next to her apartment. She looked down at herself, noticing she was wearing the same t-shirt/sweatpants combo she had on when she was unceremoniously whisked away from her normal life.

“I...I’m back,” said Crissie, reaching down between her legs to feel a pair of thin panties, a feeling that felt almost foreign to her at this point. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was already missing the comfort of her ridiculously soft and fluffy diapers. Perhaps a trip back to her apartment to change into some of her old supplies would make her feel better.

Crissie stood up, feeling something lumpy in the front pocket of her sweatpants. She reached inside and pulled out the pink gold key. Smiling, she placed it back in her pocket and headed off towards her old apartment.

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*RATTLE RATTLE*

“Oh, come on!” said Crissie, finding that her apartment key no longer fit in the lock. She’d wondered how much might have changed since she was last in this dimension, and if time moved the same in both worlds. At the very least, she’d been gone long enough to lose her apartment and everything inside of it. Frustrated, she chucked her old key at the apartment door and stomped downstairs towards the exit.

As Crissie made her way out of the building, she came across a familiar face. Her former landlord, Karen, was stationed outside of her office. “Maybe she knows what happened to all my stuff. There might even be another unit available,” she thought, skipping across the lobby floor. “Hey Karen, long time no s-”

Crissie’s words were suddenly cut off as her former landlord, someone she’d known to only act in the most professional ways possible, reached down and cupped her crotch, as if she were doing a diaper check. “Excuse me, CrissieBaby, but what do you think you’re doing out of diapers?”

Crissie was dumbfounded. She wasn’t sure where to start. The fact that her landlord called her “CrissieBaby” or the fact that she had so forcefully grabbed her diaper area, demanding to know where her diaper was? She was too confused to do anything more than stare blankly.

“Nothing to say, young lady? This just won’t do,” said Karen strictly, as she lifted Crissie into her arms with relative ease and carried her into the manager’s office.

To Crissie’s surprise, the office was filled with adult baby paraphernalia, including a retractable changing table that came out from the wall, something Karen was more than happy to extend and place Crissie on. The assertive landlord reached into a nearby pantry and pulled out a large pack of adult diapers. Only these weren’t just any diapers.

Crissie had prided herself on having tried basically every diaper on the market. And yet, not only did she not recognize this brand of diapers, it had her name written all over. “CrissBaby Super Soaker Deluxe! Now Holds Over 10,000ml!!!” And it wasn’t only her name. In the corner of the packaging, big and bold, was her cheeky mug, smiling with the glee of a toddler. Not only was she a brand of diapers, she was the poster child for them.

Crissie was so focused on the packaging that she didn’t even notice Karen had begun the diapering process. In less than a minute, she went from the big girl pants and panties she had woken up in, to being sent back to diapers by quite possibly the last person she ever expected to change her.

“Now, don’t let me catch you out of diapers ever again, Crissie. The last thing I need is for you to make a mess of my lobby,” scoffed Karen, patting Crissie’s padded butt out the door in nothing more than a t-shirt and a very large diaper.

Crissie was far too petrified to prevent any of this humiliation from happening. She could do nothing but nod in agreement, soon finding herself outside of the building and back on the sidewalk. “Did...did that really just happen?” One look down was more than enough to confirm that it was, indeed, reality.

“Hey, is that CrissieBaby?!”

Crissie’s head shot up and looked around. There were too many people walking by to tell exactly who said it. It didn’t matter though, because as soon as it was said, everyone within earshot stopped walking and turned to look at her in all her diapered glory. She grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it down as far as she could, blushing deeply as she listened to the crowd murmur all around.

Slowly, the mob descended on Crissie, enclosing her in a small circle of very enthusiastic fans. “Oh my gosh, it’s really you!” “Do you need a change, pissy Crissie?” “Will you sign my diaper?!” Voices came from all directions, with Crissie caught in the center. Several hands found their way onto Crissie’s diaper, much like her landlord’s did. What the fuck was going on?!

“S-Stop! Get away from me! Lemme go!” Crissie struggled to push away so many adoring fans. She didn’t know what to expect when Miss Snorington dropped her into that portal, but this was about the last thing she ever would’ve guessed. This wasn’t the world she came from. It couldn’t be!

*WHISTLE*

Suddenly, a team of about four men dressed in black suits cut through the crowd and surround Crissie. She couldn’t help but notice the diaper bulges each of them had on. She tapped on one of their shoulders, “Um, excuse me, but...who are you? Why does everyone know who I am? And why does everyone keep… ”checking” me?”

The man stayed completely silent, unwilling to answer any of Crissie’s questions. Instead, he ignored her and continued to shoo people away. The crowd slowly dispersed until it was nothing more than a few passersby.

With the crowd out of the way, Crissie caught sight of a long, bright pink stretch limousine. It was certainly a vehicle that was hard to miss. The door opened and a hand with decadently manicured nails reached out of the vehicle and motioned Crissie over. She gulped and stepped forward, the guards parting as she walked past.

Crissie climbed into the limo, coming face to face with a tall, imposing woman with long, wavy red hair. She was wearing a form-fitting business suit, making Crissie feel very underdressed.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, Crissie,” said the woman, her voice deep and sensual. She looked Crissie in the eye and relaxed her posture, leaning back and crossing her legs, “As your Master, I will do my best to answer all of them.”

“Master? Wait, Master?!” Crissie practically jumped out of her seat upon hearing that. All this time, she’d wondered if Master was some kind of entity or higher being. To find out it was another human, no different than her, was both underwhelming and incredibly intriguing. Her brain filled with questions, but all she could manage to squeak out was one, “How?”

Master laughed at Crissie’s simple question. “You know, I’d half expected you to leap across the limo and try to strangle me. Hahaha! And you’re already repping the brand too? How marvelous!”

Crissie blushed, looking down at the prominent, bulky diaper she had on, “What brand?!”

“Why, the one you’re wearing, silly,” said Master, tapping on her phone and holding it out for Crissie to see, “Those are premium CrissBaby diapers you’ve got on! A CrissBaby Super Soaker Deluxe if I’m not mistaken.”

“C-CrissBaby?” Crissie’s head felt like it was in a tailspin. On the phone in front of her was a very well-designed website with different links to various products, all neatly arranged. At the top of the page was Crissie’s smiling mug, as she was in the process of utterly destroying her once spotless nappy. She slumped back in her seat, partially wishing she’d stayed in her nursery.

Master’s smiled widely, “That’s right! The CrissBaby Diaper Co is the largest supplier of adult incontinence products in the world, as well as a leading manufacturer of premium ABDL furniture and clothing.” She scooted over to sit side by side with Crissie and pointed out the window. “There! Take a look at that.”

Peering out the window, Crissie saw a fantastical sight, her name and image slapped onto a brick and mortar ABDL store located shamelessly in the heart of a bustling city. Her jaw dropped to the floor of the limo. “What...is all this?”

Master placed a gentle hand on Crissie’s shoulder, “I’m sure all of this must be very confusing, but for the last several months, you’ve become a phenomenon. Your stories have been gold for this company, as have all your live streams. You went viral almost instantly, and led to a new movement of out and proud diaper lovers and adult babies.”

Crissie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She wasn’t just the face of a product. She was a movement icon. A movement that was so huge that physical stores were economically viable… “Wait, live streams?”

“That’s right! You never wondered how I always knew what you were up to? There are hidden cameras all over that nursery,” said Master without a shred of remorse. Crissie would’ve felt angrier if she didn’t already expect she was being watched. She just wasn’t aware of exactly how many people were watching.

Master continued, “Our estimates suggest that somewhere near 20 to 25 percent of adults now wear diapers 24/7, and it’s all thanks to you!” She pinched Crissie’s cheek affectionately. “I’ll need to take you to a CrissBaby store sometime. It’s a Little’s paradise in there! Not that you don’t already live in paradise as is. Tell me, have you been enjoying your accommodations?”

“Um...no...wait, yes!” Crissie shook her head, trying her best to get a complete thought out, “Look, I… I really can’t thank you enough. The last few months have been a dream come true...but…”

“But?” Master raised her eyebrow, curious as to where Crissie was going with this.

Crissie took a heavy breath and sighed, “But, you still haven’t told me how all of this is possible. I mean, part of me wants to not think about it and just...indulge, but another part of me will always be curious if I, like, never know, ya know?”

Master’s smile faltered slightly, but she maintained her upbeat tone as she did her best to explain, “In several thousand millennia, technology will be created that is so advanced, it allows for users to have the ability to alter and transform worlds and timelines to their well. She lounged against her seat, stretching out her arms like a king. “This world, and all who inhabit it, all play a part in my timeline.”

Crissie didn’t know what to say or how to feel about the news she’d been given. She wasn’t a scientist or engineer. Any technical questions would go way over her head. She’d always loved feeling helpless and trapped in humiliating and kinky situations. But now, she felt a harsh kind of helplessness, one that made her feel empty inside. “I c-can never go back...to my old life...can I?”

“Would you want to?” responded Master. And as much as Crissie didn’t want to admit it was true, she knew her answer right away and shook her head no.

“That’s my good girl,” Master said, as the vehicle came to a stop. “Perfect timing too. We’re here.”

Crissie looked out the window, catching her first glimpse of an unbelievable sight; an absurdly tall skyscraper with the name “CrissBaby Diaper Co” written in bold letters across its side. All she could manage to mutter out was a soft, “Wow,” something that Master found absolutely adorable.

The limo drove down into a parking garage under the building. Crissie moved to exit, but she was stopped by Master at the last second. “Where do you think you’re going presenting yourself like that? You look like an incontinent hobo!”

Crissie did have to admit some actual clothing might be nice...Master didn’t need to be so rude, though.

“And there’s no need to dress yourself, CrissieBaby. Your Master will take care of everything,” said Master as she picked up a remote and pressed one of the buttons. The minibar separated, revealing a small, but luxurious rack of clothing, filled with various dresses, onesies, and diaper covers. Crissie couldn’t help but drool over the expensive-looking outfits.

Master smirked and pointed to the back of the limo, pressing another button. This time, the seats lining the rear window flipped over to make a pop-up changing table. Crissie turned to Master, “Oh, there’s no need for that. Funny enough, my landlord just put me in this-mmmmf!”

Crissie’s words were cut off when Master shoved a large pacifier in her mouth, “That’s enough outta you for now. Save that pretty voice for the show!”

The show? Crissie was again confused, but she didn’t have time to ponder about that for long before Master reached under the seat and pulled out a package of CrissBaby brand diapers, only these ones were different. The side of the package read “Super Absorber XXX.” Crissie couldn’t put her finger on it, but that name sounded very familiar.

Master grinned at her like a predator readying to pounce on its prey, “Now, let’s get my CrissieBaby all padded up!”

TO BE CONTINUED...