Crissie & the Diaper Thief
“Ugh! Where is it?!” shouted CrissieBaby as she tore through her wardrobe with reckless abandon.
For the past month, Crissie had been noticing several things going missing from her nursery. It was never anything major, for what’s a handful of diapers or toys when you have a never-ending supply that resets every day?
However, what had gone missing this time was something far more special to Crissie, “Where are my favorite footie PJs?!” Rolling backward on her diaper, she flopped onto her back and began to flail her arms while groaning like a toddler having a temper tantrum.
“Sweetheart, is everything okay?” said Miss Snorington, Crissie’s teddy bear caretaker with a patient, motherly voice, “Tell Mama Bear what’s wrong.”
With her eyes watering, Crissie bit her cheek to prevent a full-blown meltdown. She took a deep breath before launching into her long-winded explanation, “I wanted to wear my favorite pink giraffe PJs cuz I was having trouble writing today and I just wanted to be comfy, but I can’t find them anywhere and I…” She ran out of air and was forced to pause, “...I don’t know where they could’ve gone cuz they should be right here but they’re not here and-”
“Whoa, whoa, baby girl, you’re getting yourself worked up over nothing,” cooed Miss Snorington, giving Crissie a warm, anxiety-relieving hug, “I’m sure your pajamas will turn up eventually. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and go see the real world? You’ve still got the key that Master gave you, don’t you?
Crissie looked over at her computer desk, where the small, pink key was sitting idly. Ever since her first big adventure outside of her nursery, she hadn’t exactly been super excited to get back out there. Even now, the thought of being recognized on the street and having her diaper “checked” by complete strangers didn’t exactly spark her enthusiasm to return.
Still, Crissie knew she’d never hear the end of it if she didn’t pacify her caregiver. Despite still feeling raw about her missing onesie, she steadied her breath, “ Thank you, Miss Snorington. I…just might do that.”
Even though Crissie’s words sounded a touch uncertain, they were enough to convince Miss Snorington. The oversized plushy gave Crissie a few head pats. “Okay, baby Crissie. I’ll leave you to it,” she said, walking back to her charging station and powering back off.
The moment Miss Snorington’s eyes went dark, Crissie dove right back into her humongous wardrobe. Pretty soon, she was ripping every piece of clothing out of the closet until it was entirely empty. She slumped to the ground on her ridiculous pile of infantile clothing, ready to have herself a silent crying fit so as to not awaken Miss Snorington.
One of Crissie’s dollies, Buttercup, had another idea. She’d been actively watching Crissie’s rampage and felt sorry that her Big Sis was so unhappy. She placed her shrunken hand on Crissie’s leg, “Ish okie, Cwissie,” she said with her now near-permanent lisp, “I gots pwenty of footie PJs I cood shawe.” She held up a doll-sized dinosaur-themed onesie for Crissie to see.
The sight of her dolly offering her a dolly onesie brought an abrupt smile to Crissie’s face. She chuckled, “Thank you, Buttercup, but I don’t think that’ll work out.”
Buttercup was slightly disheartened that her idea didn’t work, but she was at least happy she could make Crissie laugh. She turned to look at the wardrobe, noticing an odd glow coming from the hollow space underneath. She pointed at it, her arm bouncing up and down, “H-hey Cwissie, is dat spose ta appen?”
Crissie was confused about what Buttercup meant, but as she leaned down to the floor, everything became much more clear. Buttercup was 100% correct! There was a light of some kind coming from the other side of the wall. She quickly got to her feet and began to push the wardrobe to the side.
Even without all of the clothing inside to weigh it down, the wooden wardrobe was still quite heavy. Crissie spent a few minutes nudging it to the side across the resistant carpet until it was far enough out of the way to reveal a small hole just big enough for a person to crawl through hiding on the other side.
Both Crissie and Buttercup were in utter shock. “How long has this been here?!” whisper-yelled Crissie, continuing to make a conscious effort to keep Miss Snorington snoring.
“I…umm…maybe we sood…ashk Mashder?” said Buttercup as she struggled not to appear as freaked out as she was. The idea of someone or something sneaking in and out of what was supposed to be an isolated, pocket-dimension nursery gave her the heebie-jeebies.
Peering back at her computer, Crissie contemplated getting Master involved on this one. She didn’t like to bother her too much, but this seemed the kind of multi-verse mumbo jumbo that Crissie was a bit too nervous to mess with. However, at the same time, she was still stuck dealing with some heavy writer’s block, and the idea of having somewhere new to explore had her thoughts racing.
“I’m going in,” asserted Crissie, getting down on her hands and knees in front of the dark and mysterious hole. Even though she was only a foot or two away from the entrance, she couldn’t see as little as an inch inside of it, pushing her heart rate to increase.
Buttercup did not share Crissie’s need for adventure, “Waid! W-whad if sometin bad appens?! Pwease don go, Big Sis!” She futilely grabbed onto the hem of Crissie’s dress, hoping her opposition would be enough to get Crissie to stay.
Instead, Crissie reached back and lifted Buttercup up, carrying the frantic dolly over to the dollhouse. “Don’t worry, Buttercup. I’ll be back in five minutes, tops!” she said before moving back towards the secret crawl space, leaving her dolly to do nothing more than watch helplessly from the sidelines.
Worried that she might change her mind, Crissie charged forward into the dark tunnel, crawling hands first inside. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected the tunnel to be like, but she was beyond shocked that it was fully lined with a soft fabric that stretched as far as her eyes could see. Making it even weirder was that it didn’t feel like there was any sort of solid ground supporting such a structure, instead feeling very floaty as if both she and the tunnel were levitating.
Forging ahead, Crissie crawled for what felt like hours, but that was only because of Crissie’s impatience. In actuality, it had only been five or so minutes. The intrigue was too great to turn back, though, pushing her to continue forward.
Eventually, Crissie crawled far enough in to notice a bright, piercing light in the distance. She sped up, elated to be close to her destination. Upon close inspection, she found the light was coming from behind a short, red curtain. She pushed the curtain aside, her jaw dropping at what she found.
In front of Crissie was a small, disheveled room that smelled like weeks-old laundry and stale potato chips. Clothing, crumpled-up pieces of paper, and sure enough, several of Crissie’s belongings were scattered about the space. From pacifiers and baby bottles to diapers, clean and used, it was like a buffet of everything Crissie had lost since arriving in the nursery. The walls were the only thing keeping this room from being a complete eyesore, as they were lavishly decorated in fabrics and tapestries. And lining the walls near the ground were several small doors, hatches, and curtains, which Crissie could only assume were tunnels just like the one she came through.
At the center of all of this mess sat a low-standing table no higher than Crissie’s knees with blankets, pillows, and cushions scattered haphazardly around it. On the table were dozens of empty coffee cups and take-out boxes. How anyone could exist in this environment was beyond her comprehension.
And yet, stationed at the table with a drawing pad in hand and a laptop sitting on the desk was a hunched-over, black-haired girl. She was wearing Crissie’s pink and purple giraffe onesie with a noticeable diaper bulge underneath.
“What the…'' left Crissie’s lips subconsciously. She quickly covered her mouth but it was too late. The girl abruptly turned to see Crissie standing in her room, allowing her to get a full view of the girl’s porcelain skin with dark circles around her soft, violet eyes.
Crissie opened her mouth to speak but had no chance to even get a single word out before the girl dove into a pile of blankets and pillows to hide. Needless to say, Crissie was absolutely bewildered. “Hey…I’m not gonna hurt you or anything,” she said, continuing to look around the space, “W-what is this place?”
The girl poked her head back out, “Y-you aren’t supposed to be here. Please leave.”
“And you’re not supposed to be wearing my things, but here we are,” snapped back Crissie, growing a bit frustrated by this girl’s stonewalling. Part of her wondered if she was being too harsh, but at the same time, she wanted her PJs back and didn’t plan to leave without them.
The girl crawled out of her poor hiding spot, brushing the messy hair out of her eyes. She kept her head low, knowing there was no good excuse for her thievery. “If you go, I’ll give them back and close up your wormhole. Just…please don’t be mad at me.”
Crissie sighed, her guilt starting to build. She cursed her own empathy as she looked into the girl’s doughy eyes. “I’m not mad. I’m…confused. It’s not every day I find a hole behind my wardrobe.” She approached the girl, causing her to sink back into the blankets slightly. She was about to retreat to give the girl some space, but in the corner of her eye, she noticed what was on the girl’s computer and couldn’t help but get a closer look, “Whoa! Are you drawing diaper art?”
Sure enough, displayed on the screen was a picture of a short blonde girl wearing nothing but thick diapers and a bib to cover her well-endowed assets. In her hand was a large rattle that she used to press against her diaper while looking very aroused.
As a big fan of high-quality diaper art, Crissie could already feel herself growing aroused by the tantalizing picture. “This is really good! Are you online at all?”
The girl jumped out from her pile and slammed her laptop shut, “No! You aren’t supposed to see that!” She blushed hard, picking up her laptop and hugging it close.
“Gosh, I’m sorry to invade on your work. If it makes you feel any better, I do diaper art myself,” said Crissie, hoping that the girl would accept the olive branch.
Luckily, the girl bit hook, line, and sinker. “Y-you do?!” She said, her enthusiasm momentarily getting the better of her. She quickly tried to reel herself back in, but she’d already given her diaper-loving self away. And judging by Crissie’s knowing facial expression, there was no talking her way out of this one.
Crissie giggled, unable to handle how insanely cute this girl was. “Well, my name’s Crissie. And yes, I’m an ABDL writer. A damn good one too if I do say so myself,” she said, flexing her insatiable ego, “That being said, I can’t draw anything more than stick figures, so what you’re able to do is super impressive to me.”
An uncontainable smile started to form on the girl’s face. She blushed and turned away, scoffing off Crissie’s comment, “I’m Codi and, honestly, it’s really nothing special. There are a ton of better artists than me.”
“So what?” said Crissie in such a nonchalant fashion that Codi was held speechless, “You should never compare yourself to others. Instead, compare your work today with that of yesterday, and you’ll be surprised how much you improve over time. Now, let me help you out of your burrow, little rabbit.”
Reaching down to help Codi to her feet, Crissie pulled her out of the makeshift blanket fort and up to her feet, suddenly coming to the realization that this girl was no shortie, standing head and shoulders over Crissie. Despite her towering stature by comparison, she was as gentle as a mouse with her head lowered and her shoulders tucked in. “Oh wow, I didn’t expect you to be so-”
“Tall? Yeah, well, it is what it is,” said Codi dejectedly. She was used to people pointing out her abnormal height for all of her life, unable to find any anger or sadness anymore after constant repetition.
Crissie, however, shook her head, “That’s not what I was gonna say at all. I didn’t expect you to be so cute. You had kind of a menacing vibe when I first entered, but now that I can see you fully, I think you’re adorable.
“W-what?!” shouted Codi, stepping backward and tripping over her own pile of soft goods. Flustered, she did her best to get back into a sitting position, which was made difficult by the padding between her legs, “N-no…I…I’m not cute or adorable.”
“Oh shush, just look at you,” shouted Crissie as she leaned down and pushed the isolated strands of hair out of Codi’s face, “You’re a cutie and a half and I won’t hear any arguments. Heck, even your name is cute! Codi the cutie. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
Codi’s face was beet red, unable to handle Crissie’s onslaught of compliments. With nowhere to hide, she covered her face with her hands, unaware that this only increased her cuteness levels.
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Suddenly, Codi was caught off guard by pressure being applied to the front of her nappy. She peeked out through her fingers, shocked to see Crissie feeling up her diaper as if nothing was even remotely odd about it, “Just as I thought! You’re totally soaked!”
Codi pushed Crissie’s hands away, but the bulk of her dignity had already been lost. With her cheeks as red as a tomato, she spoke softly, “I can get pretty into my work that I…uh…forget to go.”
“Hehe, I can see that,” said Crissie, pulling Codi in for a big hug, “I bet you’d love to change into a nice, dry diapee, wouldn’t you?”
By this point, Codi had given up trying to hide her desires. She nodded enthusiastically, wanting nothing more than for Crissie to change her. “I think I’d like that a lot. W-would you…you know…”
“Oh, stop being so shy. Of course, I’ll change you, silly,” snickered Crissie, giving Codi’s diaper a playful pat.
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Codi led Crissie back through the tunnel, excited to get to have her first ABDL experience with someone else present. She didn’t know if this was a dream or not, but if it was, she never wanted to wake up.
Pushing through the barrier, Codi stood up before proceeding to pull Crissie and her thickly padded caboose out of the hole. “Seriously, how do you function in those things?! There three times bigger than anything I’ve taken from you,” she said, gesturing to the wealth of padding around Crissie’s waist.
Hopping up on her tiptoes, Crissie managed to give Codi a few head pats before saying, “The same way you got good at art. Practice.” She then proceeded to dance in a semi-circle, showing off her impressive mobility.
In the midst of her jubilation, Crissie stopped to notice that her nursery was not the way she left it, as there was now a second crib parked right next to hers.
DING
A new message popped up on Crissie’s computer. She dashed over to her desktop, her eyes growing wide.
“I-Is everything okay? What’s it say?” asked Codi, taken slightly aback by seeing such a strong reaction.
What Codi didn’t expect is what Crissie would say next, “It’s for you.”
Awestruck, Codi couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She’d just crawled inside. How could anyone know she was here? She was too curious to not find out as she ran across the room to read the message:
Hello Codi, I’ve been wondering when I’d see you show up. Thank you for taking care of my little girl. She can certainly be a handful sometimes. I hope you find your accommodations adequate. I’ve set up a crib for you to stay in as long as you’d like. However, as long as you live under my roof, you will produce content, just like Crissie does. I expect your first art piece to be ready later this afternoon, so get to work, diaper butt!
With love, Master 💕
“Well…what’s it say?” said Crissie, peering over Codi’s shoulder to see for herself. Sadly, the message disappeared before she could read it.
Codi didn’t respond as she backed away from the computer and turned to escape back through the wormhole to her own dimension. She didn’t even know if she was ready to show Crissie her art, let alone some strangers on a computer that she didn’t know. However, much to her dismay, the hole in the wall was nowhere to be found. In its place next to the wardrobe was a table similar to hers with a brand new laptop and drawing tablet on top of it. She quickly rushed to where the door had been and tried to make a new one but found that she was now powerless.
Turning back to Crissie, Codi hoped that her new friend could help her find her way back, but the cheeky look on Crissie’s face told her everything she needed to know. Clearly, the diaper-clad girl had put two and two together. She was now stuck in Crissie’s nursery with no means of escape.
Crissie ran over and brought Codi in for a big hug. Needless to say, she did not share Codi’s apprehensions. She giggled with glee, happy to have a full-sized playmate to play with.
“Welcome to my nursery, CodiBaby.”
THE END.