Big Sis Criss & the Final Edit
“Employee 0269: Alice Kobayashi. The end of your shift is in five minutes. It is recommended that you wrap up your current task or tasks and prepare to log out. A reminder that CrissBaby Diaper Co. will not be held liable for overtime.”
The end was nigh. Alice could feel the metaphorical weight of professional responsibilities slipping from her shoulders as the countdown to the weekend began. It was such a shame. Back when she first started working for the CrissBaby Diaper Company’s publishing division, the kind and humble catgirl believed she’d landed her dream job. Not so much as less than a year into her employment, her company rolled out the CrissBaby Executive Chairgiver, an artificially intelligent office chair designed to maximize productivity by limiting the need for employees to leave their seats. Armed with the capabilities to feed, change, and manage employee output, the only thing the Chairgiver couldn’t do was READ THE ROOM!
Alice was far from alone. Sure, on paper, the concept of an office chair with white-gloved mechanical arms doting on you from the hours of 9 am to 5 pm sounded like a sweet deal to a bunch of pervy ABDLs, but the reality was far from what a bunch of horny stories online made it out to be. Almost everyone in Alice’s office pool was completely over the idea of having a mechanical overlord watching their every move, and union talks were already in the works…not that Alice knew anything about that, of course.
PING!
While closing down her browser for the evening, a new email arrived in Alice’s inbox. Given that she only had a few minutes to shut down her work station or risk getting an earful from her manager, she was more than keen on leaving the late-afternoon message unread until she clocked in tomorrow. However, her outlook and demeanor instantly shifted as she glanced down at the preview message that popped up in the bottom corner of her screen.
Miss Caretaker <ceo@crissiebaby.com>
Request to Meet [IMPORTANT]
Miss Alice Kobayashi, your presence has…
Fear gripped Alice’s professional soul as she stared into the lower pocket of her screen, watching the preview window vanish as quickly as it appeared. A request to meet? What on Earth could the CEO of CrissBaby want with her? Did someone spill the beans about the…secret meetings…she’d been hosting? Against her better judgment, her curiosity compelled her to crack Pandora’s box. She hesitated slightly as she tabbed over to her work email, hovering her mouse over the daunting message before forcing herself to click it.
Miss Caretaker <ceo@crissiebaby.com>
Request to Meet [IMPORTANT]
Miss Alice Kobayashi, your presence has been requested for a private meeting in my office at 5:15. I do hope you’ll forgive me for the belatedness of this meeting. I promise it will be worth your while. My personal assistant should be arriving at your workspace shortly to escort you. Thank you for your hard work and cooperation.
Sincerely,
Miss Caretaker
C.E.O., CrissBaby Diaper Co.
“I’m so fucked,” Alice muttered, keeping a lid on her volume to avoid her Chairgiver’s audio trigger. Considering the unifying extra-curricular activities she’d been conducting outside of work, there was little doubt in her mind that the meeting Miss Caretaker had scheduled for her would be anything but pleasant. She had no idea what this personal assistant looked like, but that didn’t stop her from leaning out of her cubicle and swiveling her head back and forth to see if she could spot any unfamiliar characters. Fortunately, the coast was clear for now, but time was of the essence.
Exiting the rest of her programs and powering her computer down, Alice’s aim was to slip out undetected in hopes of delaying her meeting with the CEO until after the weekend. Sadly, her Chairgiver had other plans. “Not quite yet, little one. Please remain at your workstation until 5 pm,” said the Chairgiver’s automated voice, refusing to overlook the last 45 seconds of Alice’s shift. A pair of robotic arms quickly sprouted from the top of the chair to wrap around Alice’s waist. “Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of hugs from your Mommy or Daddy soon enough. I hope mine will do for now.”
“Hsssss! Lemme go!” Alice demanded, too distraught to conceal her inner feline. Her skinny tail flicked, and her fuzzy ears twitched as she clawed at the metallic arm to no avail.
The Chairgiver, meanwhile, wasn’t phased in the slightest by Alice’s temper tantrum. “Such a fussy girl! Does someone need a changie-wangie?”
A gloved hand soon found its way into the back of Alice’s damp diaper, enraging and embarrassing her further. “Ugh! When I get out of this, I swear I’m going to disassemble you piece by–”
“Um…Alice Kobayashi?”
Freezing in place, Alice knew she’d been had. An awkward smile broached her face as she slowly rotated her neck like an owl to find Miss Caregiver’s personal assistant, Jonas, standing over her with a bemused expression. “H-Hello, I–”
“It’s 5 pm! Congratulations on another fantastic day of work!” announced the Chairgiver, immediately retracting its snake-like limbs and allowing Alice to tumble to the floor, landing diaper-first with a hefty SQUELCH!
A line of deep crimson permeated Alice’s complexion as, one by one, each of her colleagues stood up to gawk at the commotion she had made. So much for slipping out undetected. Stomaching her humiliation, she gritted her teeth and extended a hand towards Jonas.
“Y-Yes…I’m Alice Kobayashi…It’s a pleasure…”
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A shiver of anxiety ran up Alice’s spine as she sat across from CrissBaby’s notorious CEO in stunned silence. The fact that she was sporting a soggy diaper in front of one of the richest women in the world was almost too intimidating for words. Worst of all, while she had her suspicions, the vagueness of Miss Caretaker’s email meant she couldn’t be certain that her recent union efforts were the reason she was called here. As such, she wasn’t about to speak first, leaving her to wait in agony for Miss Caretaker to finish preparing her tea.
CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!
“Are you sure you don’t want any?” asked Miss Caretaker, aka Master, tapping her spoon on the edge of her teacup. “It’s a kind of rare oolong imported from the Fujian Province of China. Its flavor is truly exquisite,”
Shaking her head no, Alice had seen enough cop dramas to know that eating or drinking is always a dead giveaway of guilt. “Thank you, but um …tea makes me tired and I still have to drive,” she said, coming up with an excuse on the fly. Her eyes remained transfixed on her timid reflection in Miss Caretaker’s pitch black sunglasses.
“Suit yourself,” Master replied, raising the steamy cup to her lips. She savored the rich taste momentarily before swallowing. “I assume you’re wondering why I called you here on such short notice.”
Alice gulped. For all she knew, Miss Caregiver was attempting to bait her into giving something away. Thus, her best strategy forward was to play dumb. “Yes…I mean, I’m flattered, but I honestly have no idea why you’d want to meet with me of all people. I’m…just a staff editor.”
“Precisely,” said Master, returning her teacup to its saucer. “I’m having…a minor editing problem, and I think you’re just the person to solve it. Tell me, how familiar are you with our company’s beloved mascot?”
Raising an eyebrow, Alice was taken aback by the odd direction the conversation was going in. “You mean CrissieBaby, right?” she said, a subtle rosiness filling her cheeks once again. Of course, she knew who Crissie was. Half of the work her department was responsible for was managing Crissie’s story publications. More importantly, as an avid enjoyer of diaper erotica, she had an up-close-and-personal relationship with Crissie’s naughty material, though she wasn’t about to admit that to her employer. “N-Not much. I know she’s a writer. That’s about it.”
“Mhmm…” Master smirked knowingly as she stood up from her seat. “...fear not, you’ll have plenty of time to learn all about her soon enough. Starting today, you’ll no longer be a member of the editing pool. I’m promoting you to Crissie’s personal editing staff. The position includes a pay raise, additional benefits, and an executive office–”
“W-Wait, wait, hold on!” Alice stuttered, leaping to her feet in utter shock. Walking into this office, she’d half expected to be fired, and now she was getting a promotion. Something wasn’t adding up. “Again, I’m very flattered, but I don’t understand…why me?”
Standing up from behind her desk, Master’s expression softened as she rounded the table to meet Alice. “Now, Alice, don’t be modest. As one of our most diligent and productive editors, CrissBaby is lucky to have you,” she said, roping her arm around Alice’s shoulder and guiding her towards the towering office doors. “I’d say you’ve more than earned this. You should be honored.”
“I-I am! I mean, I’m very honored. It’s just…a lot to take in, ya know?” Alice said, unable to stop herself from smiling along with Master’s glowing adulation. While a significant part of her was still clinging to the idea that this was all too good to be true, the faction of her mind that enjoyed being praised was steadily taking over, leaving her caught in the middle.
“Shall I take your silence as a yes?” Master asked playfully, snapping Alice out of her mental stupor.
“I…um…yes!”
Three syllables, that’s all it took for Alice to sign her soul over to CrissBaby now and forever. Arriving at the door, Master reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out a pink gold key. “Excellent, you’ll start right away,” she proclaimed, placing her key into the door. “Oh…I do hope you’ll find your new work accommodations much more…unifying.”
Suddenly, Alice’s smile flipped on a dime. Miss Caretaker had indeed laid a trap for her, and she’d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Sadly, it was too late to reverse course. Without warning, Master turned the magical key and opened the door, introducing Alice to a void of pinkish-purple light. The tragic catgirl barely had time to register what she was seeing before a pair of hands planted themselves on her back and pushed her forward.
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TINK! TINK! TINK!
“Where is she?” groaned Crissie, sitting on the nursery floor beside a giant empty fish bowl with a notepad resting on her diaper. Dressed simply in a casual blue hoodie and a CrissBaby Super Soaker Deluxe, she scowled as she looked at the time, her impatience mounting as time ticked further and further away from the scheduled meeting she was supposed to be having with her story editor. “Hey, Codi–”
“No,” Codi said, already knowing exactly what Crissie was going to ask. She may have enjoyed wearing and drawing diapers, but a reader she was not. Although, that didn’t stop her airheaded girlfriend from pushing her to look over whatever story she’d cooked up whenever her editor wasn’t at her beck and call. “I have enough of my own work to do as is, and I don’t need to add your stories to the mix.”
Folding her arms, Crissie glared at Codi and her cowboy boots from across the room. “Then why have you been playing with your rocking horse for the past hour?” she said, her question halting Codi in the midst of brushing her wooden steed.
“This isn’t playing. I’m cleaning Pony-Pony Clopper’s mane,” Codi responded, offended. She hoisted up her diaper in defiance while squinting at Crissie as if in preparation for a duel.
Rolling her eyes, Crissie’s inner brat refused to let Codi slide. “It’s not a real horse!” she yelled, prompting Codi to gasp and cover her rocking horse’s non-existent ears.
CREAK!
Before Crissie and Codi’s argument could devolve further, Crissie’s attention was yanked away by a familiar squeaking sound. Her expression flipped on a dime as she pressed her face to the glass and watched as the small hatch located at the bottom of the empty fish bowl began to open.
“Sorry, I’m late!” said Ally the shorkpup, frantically as she shoved the circular door open with a hefty push. A Little Mermaid-esque transformation occurred as the out-of-breath shork girl swam through the door and proceeded to sprout a pair of human legs, allowing her body to take on a more classically human shape and leaving only her sharp teeth, her pointed ears, and her fishy tail poking out from the hem of her swim diaper as evidence of her sharkdom. By the time she surfaced, she was fully human, allowing her to breathe outside of her fishy confines. “The evening show at Ocean World ran late today, and then my trainer wanted to discuss a new routine and…it was a lot.”
Hopping to her feet, Crissie’s anxiety instantly washed away now that her trusty editor was here. “You’re okay, Ally. Focus on getting dry for now, I’ll go start the kettle,” she said, prancing across the nursery to collect the tea set from the kitchenette. If she was going to host weekly in-person meetings about story stuff with her editor, she figured she might as well make it as fun as possible. “I’m excited to hear your thoughts on the new edits. Ooh! I also have a few chapters on a new series that I want your opinion on before I start releasing it.”
Grimacing as she wrung the water from her long, blonde hair and proceeded to shimmy down the side of the fish bowl, the last thing Ally needed to hear right now was that Crissie was adding another series to her workload. It wasn’t that she disliked editing for Crissie. Heck, reading Crissie’s latest chapters was often the highlight of an otherwise stressful day of performing for large crowds. Regrettably, editing for Crissie was also a horrifically Sisyphean task with new stories and rewrites popping up almost every day. Stacked on top of that was that she had already fallen several chapters behind, so it was no surprise that she was less than enthused by Crissie’s cheerful news.
RUUUUUUUUMBLE!
“Uh, g-guys?!” Codi shouted, stepping backwards while pointing at Crissie’s powder-pink toy chest, which suddenly began to shake; slowly at first but then violently like an earthquake.
Crissie rushed to protect Codi as the box continued to rattle in place, while Ally quickly ducked behind her fish bowl. The only time Crissie had seen a similar tremoring in her pocket dimension nursery was right before it was sucked into the void, so she wasn’t taking any chances. Mercifully, the mystery behind the quaking toybox was nothing nearly as cataclysmic. A mighty THUNK echoed throughout the nursery as the top of the toy chest flew open, spitting out a padded, black-haired cat girl whom neither Crissie nor Codi nor Ally had ever met. The box then slammed shut and went still as though nothing had happened.
Approaching the prone cat girl with an abundance of caution, Crissie could barely believe her eyes. She’d invited people to her pocket dimension before, but outside of Codi’s warping powers, no one had ever broken into her nursery. “H-Hello?” she stuttered, slowly crouching down to get a better view of the cat girl’s unconscious face. Unsure of what to do, she reached forward and poked the cat girl’s cheek, hoping to stir her from her comatose state.
POKE!...*POKE*...
Alice’s nose twitched as the sensation of someone pushing their finger into her cheek flesh stirred her from her deep slumber. She feebly batted at the mysterious hand like a sleepy kitten before curling her head inward.
“She’s alive, right?” Codi asked, attempting to lean over Crissie for a better look.
Nodding her head without looking back, Crissie replied, “Yeah, she’s moving around and breathing and stuff.”
“Heh, check out her diaper. I think she’s wet,” snickered Ally. Clearly, whoever had dropped into the nursery was in the right place.
“Ally, that’s not helpful,” Codi said, struggling to suppress her rising annoyance. Having one diaper-brained idiot around was bad enough. Sadly, her girlfriend liked the sound of Ally’s idea better than she did. “Wait, Crissie, don’t–”
SQUISH!
Another poke impacted Alice’s form, only this time it was firmly planted against the seat of her mooshy pamper. Her eyes shot open as she rolled away from the invasive perpetrator. “Gah! Don’t touch my…” she shouted, her eyelids batting a dozen times in quick succession. No longer was she in Master’s luxurious office. Instead, she now found herself in the center of a windowless nursery surrounded by a trio of diaper-clad girls. Two of them–the tall, black hair girl wearing a purple onesie with pink spots and the short blonde girl with a shark tail–she didn’t recognize in the slightest. The third and final girl, however, was all too familiar. “C-CrissieBaby?” she stuttered, inching backward from her prone position.
BUMP!
Sadly, Alice didn’t get far, stopped in her tracks by something soft, plushy, and very tall. She tilted her head upward slowly, her jaw dropping to the ground as she gazed upon a giant, apron-wearing teddy bear.
“Oh my! A new friend to play with! Hi there, cutie. My name is Miss Snorington. Welcome to Crissie’s nursery.”
“W-What’s going on?! What is this place?!” Alice shrieked, her fuzzy ears fluttering like crazy as she scooted away from Miss Snorington and the trio of diaper girls until her back was against the toy chest that she’d shot out of only seconds prior. Glancing around the foreign space, it became immediately apparent that the nursery was devoid of any doors or windows. Wherever she was, she wasn’t getting out anytime soon–at least not on her own.
Placing both hands forward calmly like a zookeeper approaching a scared animal, Crissie decided to take the lead, considering this was, for all intents and purposes, HER nursery. “Hey, there, new friend. Everything’s okay, we mean you no harm. My name’s Crissie, though it sounds like you already know who I am,” she said, utilizing the fact that Alice recognized her to her advantage as the mascot of the CrissBaby Diaper Company. She then gestured back at her compatriots. “The girl in the purple onesie, that’s Codi. Standing next to her with the shark tail is Ally. And the big teddy bear is Miss Snorington. She’s our caregiver.”
“That’s right!” Miss Snorington cheerfully chimed in. “There’s no need to be frightened. We’re all friends here.
“Yeah, yeah, everyone’s friends, but that doesn’t answer the question of who she is and how she got here,” said Codi, cutting off the good vibes Crissie and Miss Snorington were opening with in favor of striking at the heart of what was going on. She returned her focus to Alice. “Well?”
Quelling her nerves enough to speak, Alice had no reason to hide who she was. If anything, the more honest she was, the better chances she had at getting out of here. “I’m Alice. I don’t really know how I got here,” she said, struggling to jog her memory. “I remember being at work. The chair was checking my–” She blushed hard, deciding to skip the latter half of that sentence. “...doesn’t matter. Then, someone pulled me away from my desk…to meet with…” Her eyes widened as memories of the pinkish-purple portal and Master’s big push resurfaced.
DING!
Before Alice could explain her situation further, a message notification rang throughout the nursery, drawing everyone’s attention to Crissie’s desktop computer.
“Master,” muttered Crissie. Even if it had been a while, the sound of Master’s message ping was unmistakable. She quickly toddled over to her desk and began to read the message aloud. “Hello, Alice. My name is Master, though you know me as Miss Caretaker. I hope you’re enjoying your new work accommodations. Our meeting ended so abruptly that I wasn’t able to congratulate you on your promotion to Crissie’s prestigious editing team.”
“W-Wait, what?!” stammered Ally, hugging her tail as she looked back and forth between Crissie and Alice. “Does that mean I’m getting replaced?!”Shaking her head vehemently, Crissie rushed to snuggle Ally. “No, no, never! It sounds more like you’re getting a work buddy to me,” she said, pressing Ally’s head to her chest and stroking her hair while doing her best to be reassuring despite not knowing all the details herself. “This is actually great! Now, I can churn stuff out at twice the speed! And don’t worry about catching up on my story canon, Alice. Ally and I will get you up to speed in no time.”
“Um…that’s great, but uh…how do…you know…leave?” said Alice, giggling nervously. “I-I mean, it’s not like I can stay here. I have a Mommy–er…a wife and a 30-year mortgage to get back to.”
“Hang on,” Crissie said, parting from her embrace with Ally and returning to her desk. She continued reading Master’s message, “As promised, you’ll have a private office waiting for you when you return to CrissBaby HQ. However, as a member of Crissie’s editing team, you are required to attend weekly in-person meetings, with today being your first. Your team leader, Crissie, will send you home to the office at her discretion when the meeting concludes. Address any and all questions to her. Sincerely, Master”
Letting out a sigh of relief, Alice couldn’t have been happier to hear the magic words, “send her home,” in Master’s message. “So you can send me back! Thank Goddess,” she said, brushing the ruffles out of her skirt as she stood up.
“Mhmm! I could’ve told you that,” Crissie said as she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a pink gold key before dropping it back in. “I keep a lotta cool stuff in here. Cartoon physics are the best.”
Rolling her eyes at Crissie’s bimbo-headed behavior, Codi felt her interest in the situation dying alongside the tension in the room. “Well, now that everything’s sorted, I’m gonna go get started on drawing,” she said, kicking off her cowboy boots and retreating to her knee-height desk, where a pair of noise-canceling headphones were waiting for her. “Crissie, Ally, you two know the rules.”
“Work time is quite time. Keep our voices down and our hands to ourselves,” mumbled Crissie and Ally in unison. They’d both been on the receiving end of Codi’s wrath enough times to know it was better to leave Codi be while she was working.
“Hey, um, sorry to butt in, but about sending me home?” said Alice, attempting to steer the conversation back on track.
“Hmm? But you just got here!” Crissie said, donning a confounded expression. In her eyes, there was no better place in the universe for a diaper lover to be than in her nursery, and Alice was certainly dressed for the part. “Besides, you heard what Master said. No one goes home until after the editing meeting. Miss Snorington, can you gather an extra tea set for our guest?”
“Sure thing! You three are going to have the sweetest tea party ever!” exclaimed Miss Snorington, who was thrilled to have so many additional babies in her care.
“T-Tea party?! B-But…” Alice whimpered as she watched Miss Snorington move to the kitchenette to retrieve a plastic, lime-green tea cup and matching saucer. She had no way to argue, especially with Crissie in full control of her only way out, and Goddess only knew what would happen if she tried to quit on the spot. Like it or not, her best path forward was to get through Crissie’s stupid tea party meeting as fast as possible, “...do you have soy milk?”
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TAP! TAP! TAP!
“Ladies, ladies, please settle down. The CrissieBaby editing meeting has officially begun,” Crissie announced, feigning professionalism as she tapped her spoon against the rim of her plastic teacup. Gone was her casual hoodie, having been replaced by an ultra-poofy, hyper-frilly pink party dress that came nowhere close to covering her exposed padding. Likewise, Ally and Alice had been given similar dresses in different colors: powder blue for Ally and pastel green for Alice.
“Nobody said anything. Who are you talking to? And what the heck am I wearing?!” said a very perplexed Alice, tugging at the flouncy dress as she peered around the table at Ally and an assortment of plush friends with her eyebrows raised. “Wait, scratch that. How did we even get here? We were standing on the other side of the room. I asked if you had soy milk, and then poof!”
Ignoring Alice’s question, Crissie continued, “Picking up where we left off last week, transitions: when and how to utilize them effectively. After all, what’s the point of writing the boring stuff if the audience can just fill in the blanks?” She smugly sipped at her tea as she turned to Ally. “Sister SmolShork, you were supposed to prepare a packet on the subject.”
“Mhmm! Got it right here,” Ally exclaimed, reaching into a waterlogged satchel and pulling out a small stack of sopping, loose-leaf papers before passing them off to Crissie. The tabletop and much of its contents were left completely soaked. “Beyond the utility of a well-timed page break, I think we could be looking for ways to cut through unnecessary dialogue, which could be achieved through a brief summary or perhaps a perspective shift to a character whose attention is elsewhere…”
Tuning out Ally and Crissie’s boring editing conversation, Alice could think of a million things she would rather be doing with her post-work time than being stuck at a plastic table in a tiny chair with only the world’s sweetest tea to drink. Not even the fact that she was padded could save this, especially considering her wet diaper was now cold and clammy. She pouted slightly as she glanced over at the changing table and the dozens of nappies stacked around it, pining for a fresh diaper that she knew she wouldn’t get without asking–a request she would not be making while in the company of so many new faces. Simply the idea of getting her diaper changed while Crissie and Ally watched had her cheeks glowing a dull red.
“...Alice? Are you with us?”
“Huh?” mumbled Alice, glancing back and forth between Crissie and Ally as she snapped back to attention. “S-Sorry…I was, uh…th-this tea is just so good.” She quickly took a sip from her teacup. “Mmm, so yummy.”
“Hehe, thank you, cutie pie,” said Miss Snorington from the kitchenette, delighted to hear her work being complemented. “It’s got plenty of sugar, honey, and an extra special ingredient that's sure to make this the best tea party ever.”
Nodding along with Alice, Crissie took the opportunity to help herself to some of Miss Snorington’s delicious tea. “Yes, yes, it is quite scrumptious, isn’t it?” she said, attempting to sound fancy with a shoddy English accent.
“Certainly, finest tea in all the land,” echoed Ally, bursting into a fit of giggles alongside Crissie.
It took every ounce of restraint housed within Alice’s body to keep herself from rolling her eyes at the abundance of immaturity on display. At least that immaturity meant they were naive enough to buy her flimsy excuse, though it was a paltry consolation prize considering there were still another 55 minutes of this meeting to go.
Emptying the rest of her teacup into her mouth, Crissie cleared her throat. “Mmm, mmm, mmm! Tasty! Now, as I was saying, it’s a pleasure to welcome Alice to our little team, and we look forward to the insight your presence will have,” she said, pausing to allow Ally and Miss Snorington to clap. “Obviously, you have a lot to catch up on. Did you get the chance to look at the pamphlet I gave you?”
“Um…” Alice muttered, her eyes widening as memories of a pamphlet she’d never seen before summarizing Crissie’s story universe flashed in the forefront of her mind; a pamphlet that was now sitting in her lap. “...How the…How did you…” Dumbfounded by the knowledge she’d suddenly acquired, her annoyance finally boiled over. “Okay, what game are you playing?! Is this all some big joke to you?! Ha, ha! Let’s fuck with the new girl and put shit in her head!”
Donning a more serious expression, Crissie was quick to counter Alice’s assertion, “I assure you, none of this is a joke. You simply received a pamphlet during the scene transition. It’s all in Ally’s packet if you’d like us to go back.”
“No-no! This isn’t about some stupid scene transition,” Alice said, wagging her finger in Crissie’s direction. “It’s you. You and the nonsensical BS you’re pedaling. Do you have any idea how jarring it is for you to snap your fingers and stuff my brain with years of backstory? It feels so…unearned…and lazy.”
Crissie sank down in her seat, anxiously pressing her pointer fingers together. “Any reader sticking around for this long likely already has a keen idea of what happened so far in the story. I was just trying to streamline things to catch you up and get to the juicy stuff faster,” she said, dismissing Alice’s criticism. “Look, why don’t I just snap my fingers, and we can start back from before the meeting when I give you the pamphlet?”
“Are you sure about that, Crissie? That’s gonna add a bunch of exposition time,” interjected Ally, halting Crissie in place right before she was about to snap. “We might even need an extra part at this rate, and it's like, c’mon, get back to The Padded Palace already.”
“Hmm…you’re right. This is a pickle,” Crissie mused, placing an inquisitive thumb and forefinger on her chin. “I suppose I’m too far in at this point. No worries, though. I’m sure I can write us out of this.”
THUNK!
The teaware clattered atop the plastic table as Alice proceeded to slam her forehead into it. “You can’t just snap your fingers and fix everything. Oh, most broken powers ever, I might add. How’s there even supposed to be any stakes with a power set like that?”
“Cuz I’m stupid, that’s why!” exclaimed Crissie proudly. “Like, you know how Superman has all the powers in the universe and still messes up when fighting powerless Lex Luthor? It’s because he’s a stupid farm boy who totally used his X-ray vision to cheat in school. You don’t even have to know how Superman’s powers work. They just do.”
“Okay, first off, I’m fairly fucking certain the comics explain how Superman’s powers work…” Alice stated, in disbelief, that she was allowing herself to be dragged into such a dumb argument, “...and secondly, are you really telling me you don’t know how your powers actually work? Like at all? After all this time?”
Raising her eyes toward the ceiling, it had never occurred to Crissie to question how the power Master had given her functioned. From her perspective, the details didn’t matter as much as the results did. It took a painfully long amount of time for Crissie to finally respond with, “It was never really relevant.”
“Of course, it’s relevant! Otherwise, what’s the point of even setting up an overarching plotline? A plotline that I know waaaaay too much about now, thanks to you,” Alice said, chucking the pamphlet in her lap at Crissie’s face.
“Hey, dere’s no need ta frow fings!” shouted Ally as she pulled Crissie in for a hug.
Unfortunately, Ally's lisping retort only served to put her directly in Alice’s crosshairs. “Oh, would you zip it? No one can understand a word you’re saying when you talk like that,” she disputed, spittle forming in the corners of her mouth from ranting. She swiftly gulped down the rest of her teacup, quenching her thirst before diving back in. “While I’m on the subject, what’s the deal with the freaking fish bowl? That wasn't anywhere in that pamphlet, and I should know. Did you even establish that?”
“I thought it was a nice touch,” said Crissie, turning to Ally for confirmation.
Unsurprisingly, Ally was in full agreement, "Yeah, it means we can have sleepovers all the time!"
“Da-Da-Da-Da! Oooooh!” sputtered Alice, short-circuiting. “B-But it completely breaks the initial conceit of the story! Pocket dimension nursery! No way out! What’s stopping you from swimming through the hatch door and getting back to Earth?”
Tilting her head to the side, Ally jumped on Alice’s statement, “I mean, you’re welcome to try. It’s a pretty big tank, though, and it’s locked from the outside. Plus, there’s a bunch of other sharks in there, so–”
“Alright, alright, I get it,” Alice said, hanging her head as she snatched the teapot and poured herself another glass. “The point remains, you can’t just…do things. You need set-up and…and payoff in order ta achieve catharsis. If you don, den ish jus…poinless diapee smut.”
HSSSSSSSSSS!
“Hehehe! Ish so warm,” giggled Ally, leaning back in her seat and accidentally showing off her diaper, which was glowing yellow at an expedited rate. “Hehe, Cwissie, can I has one of da buzzy ones?”
Grinning like a devious diaper devil, Crissie wasted no time fulfilling Ally’s request. “Three Super Absorbers coming right up!”
SNAP!
POOF!
In the blink of an eye, the various diapers taped to Crissie, Ally, and Alice’s waists were suddenly transformed into a matching set of Super Absorber XXXs. Far thicker than the diaper she’d arrived in, Alice’s blush deepened as she attempted to cover the bulbous padding with the skirt of her dress with abysmal results. “Wuh was dat fow? Why did chus…” she said, her voice petering off as the lisp in her voice registered in her ears, “...wuhs wong wif my mout?!”
“Oh, relax, Alice, it’s just the special ingredient Miss Snorington was talking about!” Crissie said, snickering at her new editor as she took another sip from her teacup. Unlike Ally and Alice, she was used to drinking Miss Snorington’s regression tea almost every day, giving her a significantly higher tolerance. “Ya know, for someone so obsessed with set-up and payoff and junk, you really should’ve seen this coming.”
“Chu…Dis isn…UGH!” grumbled Alice, clawing tooth and nail to keep her wits about her. Tragically, willpower could only do so much in the face of mind-altering substances. Being an adult baby and diaper lover for several years, Alice had experienced her fair share of Little Space. However, this was something different entirely. There was no breaking out of this headspace at a moment's notice. Like it or not, she was regressing while sitting in the middle of the dreamiest and most dangerous nursery in the universe. “B-Buh wuh bout da meeting…”
“Psssh! Meeting-shmeeting. Nothing we can’t save for next week,” said Crissie, brushing off Alice’s concerns entirely. “This week’s editors meeting is officially adjourned.” She chugged the rest of her teacup before smacking it down on its saucer like a gavel.
BZZZZZZZZZ!
“Mmmmm!” Ally moaned as she sank her hands into the base of her unnaturally puffy padding. The feeling of her soggy diaper vibrating against her crotch and around her hips was too heavenly for words. Her teacup spilled across the table as she crumpled forward and proceeded to grind her nappy into her chair.
Watching in horror as if staring into a mirror of her future self, Alice knew everything Ally was experiencing with on the horizon for her if she didn’t get out of this nursery immediately. She looked at the toy chest and then back at Crissie’s breasts. If she was going to leave, she needed Crissie’s approval. “Wewll, ish been fun an awll, buh since da meetin’ ish over, dat means I can go home now, yuh?” she asked, praying for mercy from her padded overlord.
“Huh? But the juicy stuff is just getting started,” said Crissie, having too much fun with her beloved editors to cut their visit short. “And you said it yourself, Alice. Gotta give the readers what they want.”
Taken aback, Alice momentarily racked her brain before responding, “I neva said dat!”
“Well, in my head, you said that,” Crissie shot back, needing little logic to support her crusade to enjoy some horny bab time with her editors.
POMF!
Several large puffs of baby powder burst through the waistband and leg holes of Alice’s Super Absorber XXX as she fell back into her plastic chair. Apparently, Miss Snorington’s regression tea did more than slur speech. Sprawled out in a wide V-shape with her party dress floofed out in all directions, she lacked the strength simply to close her legs, let alone stand; a fact that was driving the diaper lover inside her crazy, even if she refused to admit it. “D-Dis isn faiw!” she screamed, kicking her little legs feebly.
“Psssh, of course, it’s fair,” Crissie said dismissively, teapot in hand as she refilled her empty glass. Within seconds, the liquid in her cup was to the brim, but she didn’t stop pouring. Instead, she looked Alice square in the eye as the cup proceeded to overflow, spilling out onto the saucer. “You see this? It’s infinite, because I snapped my fingers and made it so.” Her eyes drifted to the surrounding room, becoming entranced by her domain. “In this nursery, I have control of every little detail, from the furniture to the light scent of baby powder and sugar cookies that wafts through the air, save for one.”
Directing Alice’s attention to the reclusive artist on the other side of the nursery, Crissie barely needed a reason to bother Codi on any given day. It was merely a coincidence that she had a point to prove as well. “Hey Codi! Check out our Super Absorbers!” she shouted, twisting around in her chair to shake her padded rump at Codi.
“Fascinating,” bemoaned Codi, shaking her head as she increased the volume of her headphones.
“Aww, she's the cutest when she’s pouty,” Crissie said, returning her attention to Alice as she raised her right hand high in the air. “Perhaps she should join us.”
SNAP!
…
SNAP-SNAP!
Once, twice, three times, Crissie snapped her fingers with the sole intention of swapping out Codi’s current diaper for a much lewder one. However, nothing changed. “See what I mean,” Crissie said, her mischievous smirk growing as she loomed over Alice, resting both hands on the quivering cat girl’s shoulders as she rounded the back of her chair. “I could snap my fingers a million times; it wouldn’t make a difference.”
Confused and uncomfortably horny, Alice was at a loss. “W-Wuh does dat hafta do wif me?!” she cried, failing to connect the dots between Codi and herself. After all, Codi wasn’t even human. That alone made it a difficult comparison.
Fortunately, Crissie was more than happy to answer as she leaned in close to Alice’s ear. “It means you’re a naughty kitten,” she whispered, sending shivers down the cat girl’s spine as she traced a finger along the underside of her tail until she was prodding her pamper. “It’s been the same since the very first Big Sis Criss story. I can only control people inside my nursery who've masturbated to my stories, though I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you this. Based on that fluffy Super Absorber you’ve got around your hips, it’s safe to say you're well acquainted.” Her digits sank into the meat of Alice’s diaper as she cupped its heft with her full palm.
If Alice wasn’t blushing before, she definitely was now. There was no denying what Crissie was saying. The evidence was literally clinging to her ass. Damn, her stupid publishing job for putting her in close contact with Crissie’s ebook collection. “I-It was wike two stowies! Dat shouldn count!” she said, attempting to downplay the humiliation being heaped onto her.
“All it takes is one, kitty-cat,” Crissie teased, booping Alice on the nose for good measure. “So, Alice, are you going to continue to play coy, or shall we tumble further down the rabbit hole together?” She leaned forward, retrieving the teapot once more and bringing it to the rim of the bright green teacup.
A shuddery breath escaped Alice’s lips. Despite how aware she was of her tea-soaked brain, it was nigh impossible to ignore the sinful desires bubbling under the surface of her diaper. She knew another sip was all it would take to completely give in, pushing her to resist Crissie’s enticing offer. “N-Nuh…I cans’…” she stuttered, unable to look Crissie in the eye. Incidentally, her focus recentered on the tea party’s third member, Ally, as she glanced away.
“MMMMMNNNN! Sh-sho buzzy,” Ally moaned, causing the contents of the plastic table to jump as her shark tail bucked wildly. Her unfettered arousal and carefree attitude were the stuff of envy for Alice, who could only watch on longingly in astonishment, secretly wishing she could let go as easily as her editing counterpart.
GLUG! GLUG! GLUG!
All of a sudden, Alice’s train of thought was relentlessly derailed by an invading warmth overtaking the front of her diaper. For the briefest of moments, she believed she was wetting herself, only to discover a teapot spout lodged through her nappy’s waistband with Crissie holding it in place. Her eyes widened as she attempted to bat Crissie’s hands away, finding out too late that her arms had begun to take on the same noodle quality as her legs. “SHTAWP IT!” she clamored, squirming and flopping her arms about in a fruitless effort to keep Crissie at bay. This was bad! If she didn’t get away from Crissie and her bottomless teapot soon, it was only a matter before–
BZZZZZZZZZZ!
Heavenly white light overtook Alice’s vision momentarily as the Super Absorber that was nuzzled against her aching sex roared to life. The gushy squish of the padding, the electric hum of the vibrator, the soft bristling of crinkly plastic; it was better than the stories made it out to be. Drool dribbled from the corners of her lips while her limp tongue fell from her mouth. If her diaper-fueled sex drive were a volcano, then her crumbling resistance was Pompeii waiting to melt under the heat of her fervor.
“Hehe, there she is,” Crissie chuckled, removing the teapot from the hem of Alice’s diaper and bringing it to her lips for a large swig. “Ahh, dat hit da spot! Hehehehe! Now I smol too!” The slowly regressing author needed no invitation as she followed in Alice’s footsteps and jammed the mouth of the teapot into her diaper. “Bottoms up! Hehehe!”
BZZZZZZZZZZ!
The buzzing noise resonating in Alice’s ear increased twofold as Crissie’s diaper joined the choir of vibrating pamps, breaking the spell she was under, if only slightly. Her lower slit was still oozing, and her body was still sluggish, but at least she had her wits about her again to some extent. And at an opportune moment, no less, given Crissie was currently standing over her with her cleavage mere inches from Alice’s face. She would never get another chance as good as this. Putting no forethought into her plan, she lunged at Crissie, tackling the pervy writer to the ground and burying her face in Crissie’s cartoonishly bountiful cleavage.
“Oooh! Awice! Wuh are chu–MMM!” Crissie bellowed out, extending her arms upward submissively and allowing Alice to motorboat her at will as her flooded diaper continued to swell with copious amounts of tea. In the back of her mind, she had a pretty good idea what Alice was up to, but she didn’t care. She’d already punched her ticket to ride on the Little Space Express and, unlike Alice, had no interest in cutting her trip short.
Alice, meanwhile, did her darndest to avoid spiking her eroticism as her chin bobbed between Crissie’s pillowy boobs. It was like she’d smushed her cheeks between a pair of soft marshmallows after being puffed up in a microwave. Tacking on the heft of her soggy diaper inadvertently mashing into Crissie’s equally buzzy padding, the temptation to give in was more powerful than ever. Luckily, it didn’t take long for her to find Crissie’s titty treasure trove as her chin bumped into something long and hard. She didn’t have time to feel around for if it was the right item, shifting downward and pinching the object between her teeth before tugging backward. To her dismay, the item she’d retrieved was not the pink-gold key but instead Crissie’s trusty Magic Wand. “Ick! Gwoss!” she grumbled, depositing the wireless vibrator on the ground.
“Wuh? I cweans it afta usin’ it,” Crissie said, giggling as Alice pawed at her tongue with the back of her hand. “Would rather has it ans not nees it dan nees it ans not has it, ya know?”
“Grrrr! Das it!” Alice yelled, straddling Crissie as she flopped forward and planted her face in Crissie’s cleavage yet again; the embers of determination ablaze in her eyes. With how hard it was becoming to maintain her sensibilities, she knew this was probably her last chance to find that key without help. The seemingly endless cleavage engulfed her face from ear to ear, fueling the insatiable lust that was simmering in her loins until her lips finally braced something thin and metallic.
Sure enough, a pinkish-goldish shimmer was reflected in Alice’s corneas as she pulled away from Crissie’s boobs with the key held firmly between her teeth. “Haha! I gots it!” she cheered, and not a moment too soon. She could tell her bladder was already under fire from the tea that was sloshing around her midsection.
Little did Alice know that while she was rifling through Crissie’s bosom storage, a certain shorkpup had been watching from the sidelines, pining to join the cuddle puddle. “I wansa pway,” she murmured, sliding off her chair and crawling around the table to meet Crissie and Alice just in time to see Alice toss the Magic Wand before diving into Crissie’s brassiere for seconds.
VRRRRRRRRRR!
Without warning, Alice suddenly found herself falling forward onto Crissie’s boobs for a third time as Ally came in from behind, trapping the unwitting cat girl in a triple-stack of vibrating diapers. As if that wasn’t enough, Ally had also jammed the Magic Wand down the front of her own padding, amplifying the sensation sizzling Alice’s backside.
“GaaAAAAHHH…AHAHA!” mumbled Alice, her irises filling with dizzying pink hearts. The key slipped from her teeth as her face bobbed up and down, slipping into the cleavage abyss from which it came and subsequently locking Alice’s fate in the process. Why was she resisting in the first place? The concept felt so foreign now as waves of unfathomable pleasure pummelled her over and over again.
By this point, Crissie’s tea-drenched diaper was nearing the size of a small beanbag and was showing no sign of slowing down. It wasn’t long before Alice’s feet could no longer touch the ground, her lower half having been completely gobbled up in a mushy diaper sandwich. A primal “MEOW!” burst out from deep within as the weight of Ally’s body pushed her bladder over the edge, simultaneously triggering an eye bulging orgasm that left the cat girl purring louder than any vibrator with every squirt. “Maybe being Crissie’s editor won’t be so bad,” was the last coherent thought she had before the light went out upstairs, leaving her in Crissie and Ally’s capable hands as the ecstasy of climaxing in Little Space swallowed her whole.
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CREAK!
A barrage of stars and comets danced across the darkened nursery ceiling as the hatch of Crissie’s toy chest slowly started to open. One high-heeled foot at a time, Master quietly stepped out of the pink toybox, smiling as the sound of several babs snoring greeted her ears. She inhaled sharply, savoring the sweet scent of cookies and baby powder; it never got old.
“Psst, over here,” whispered Miss Snorington, beckoning to Master from her charging port. “I wanted to wait until you arrived to power down. I put everyone to sleep in Crissie’s crib, precisely as instructed.”
“Excellent. Thank you,” Master said, placing a tender hand on Miss Snorington’s fuzzy cheek before turning her attention to the crib. As much as she wished she could stay longer, she knew she needed to get Alice back to the real world.
Rolling back her sleeves, Master walked up to the crib and lowered the bars. It was hard not to squeal at the abundance of cuteness on display, with Crissie, Ally, Alice, and even Codi snuggled together in bed for a good night’s rest. “It’s almost a shame to pull them apart,” she muttered, a twinge of regret filling her chest as she plucked Alice from the center of the baby nest and lifted her into her arms.
“Mmmmmmnn…wuhs happenin'?” groaned Alice, rubbing her droopy eye with one hand while clinging to Master with the other.
Master gently pets Alice’s hair. “Shhh…it’s time to go home,” she replied, her voice catching Crissie’s ear enough to stir her from her slumber.
“Mashter…is dat chu–”
SNAP!
Flopping back down on her pillow, Crissie didn’t even get her eyes fully open before she was forced back to sleep by Master. “Sorry, baby girl. I don’t have time to stay,” she cooed, blowing Crissie a kiss as she lifted the crib bars back into place.
“So…chu can do dat too, huh?” asked Alice, intrigued, terrified, and slightly turned on by the Goddess-like woman who was carrying her. She felt smaller than an ant as she gazed into the reflection of her padded self in Master’s pitch black sunglasses.
Smiling at Alice, Master simply shrugged her shoulders. “Crissie may not know how her powers work, but I sure do,” she said, winking as she approached the toy chest, ready to return to her beloved timeline. “Don’t worry, though, I’m sure the big reveal will happen someday, and as Crissie’s editor, you’ll be the first to know when it does. More importantly, thank you so much for helping with Crissie’s stories. With you and Ally by her side, I know her best work is still on the horizon.”
THE END.