Crissie's Day Out
“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 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 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, 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 toward 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 again was 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 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!”
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Crissie was blushing up a storm, as she walked hand in hand with Master through the back hallways of CrissBaby HQ. She was dressed in a fluffy yellow party dress with pink accents and matching Mary Jane shoes. Her hair had been tied up into a pair of frumpy pigtails and, under her skirt, was the thickest diaper she’d ever worn. Clearly, she’d been missing out on her own supply hidden away in her secluded nursery. CrissBaby diapers were the bomb!
Still, this was Crissie’s first time going out in public in full adult baby regalia, and she was in the heart of a downtown business district no less. To say it was nerve-racking would be an understatement. Would she be made fun of? Would people shoot her looks of disgust? Worst of all, if she used her diaper, would she accidentally leak? Master refused to let her wear plastic panties over it, so there was always a slight risk. “H-how much did you say these things could hold?”
Master chuckled, “Listen, Crissie, if you can make that thing leak by the end of the day I’ll...give you control of this entire dimension.”
Part of Crissie got super excited when she heard that. It only took five seconds for her to realize it was an unwinnable bet from the starting line. “If someone has control of the universe, I’m sure they can will my diaper to never leak with ease.” That thought made her feel a bit helpless standing next to what was essentially a Goddess to her, while also feeling very excited. Crissie’s favorite combination.
Two men in suits started walking alongside Crissie and Master. Just like the men who had parted the crowd earlier for Crissie, they were wearing disposable diapers under their pants. Not that either seemed to mind.
“Miss Caretaker,” said the man nearest to Master, “The lobby has been prepared to your specifications.”
Master smirked, “Thank you, Luis, excellent work as always.” She then looked over at Crissie, who averted her gaze instantly. “I hope you’re ready Crissie. And remember, don’t forget to smile.”
Crissie had no idea what Master was talking about, and unfortunately, she wouldn’t have much time to ponder what she meant. The four of them soon arrived at a set of double doors. The men took hold of the door handles and pulled them open. It was already too late to prepare for whatever awaited her on the other side.
“They’re here!”
Cameras flashed and reporters shouted from behind a human wall of men in suits. Master placed her arm around Crissie’s shoulder and put on a very cheesy smile. Awkwardly, like a child trying to imitate a parent, Crissie tried to match Master’s cheery disposition, doing her best to hide how uncomfortable she was. With dozens of photographs being taken of her every second, there was no hiding from the world just how big of a baby she was anymore. It was both liberating and terrifying.
“Thank you all for coming!” said Master, her booming voice silencing the room in an instant, “We are excited to have you join CrissBaby executives and top investors today for our company’s first major expo! If you’ll please be patient until the end of our presentation today, I would be happy to answer any questions you may have...”
Crissie zoned out as Master talked, mesmerized by genuine looks of interest from the surrounding media, as well as the lobby, which was the epitome of professional decadence. Could it really be true? Did she not have to hide who she was anymore? And was all of this actually hers?
A sudden shove forward brought Crissie out of her head and back to reality. “We’re excited to have the one and only CrissieBaby here with us today for our big unveiling! Go ahead and introduce yourself, sweetheart,” said Master with no remorse. She was well aware that Crissie wasn’t paying attention.
“Ummm...h-heyyo...” said Crissie, trying her best to sound casual and failing miserably, “I’m C-CrissieBaby, and uhhh…” She looked back at Master, hoping for even an ounce of compassion. She found none.
“Why did you decide to come out of hiding?!”
Crissie’s head whipped back towards the crowd. However, before she could answer whoever asked the question, other voices started to chime in.
“Is Miss Caretaker your legal guardian?!”
“What brand are you wearing?!”
“Can we get a sneak peek at your next story?!”
Crissie felt like her head was spinning. Questions were flying at her so quickly that she had no chance to latch onto a single one. She backed up and hugged Master’s side, slowly hiding behind the tall and imposing woman.
“As I said, all questions will be answered after the presentation. Thank you,” said Master, proceeding to lift Crissie into her arms and escort her across the lobby. The tone of her voice was pleasant, as was her smile. Her eyes, however, threatened to suffocate anyone who so much as glanced in her general direction.
Reporters followed them through the lobby, strategically blocked behind the black suit brigade. They continued to shout after Master and Crissie as the two of them passed through another set of doors, entering a dimly lit hallway.
Master sighed as she set Crissie down, “Sorry about that Crissie, I didn’t anticipate them to-”
“Can you please stop with the pleasantries and just tell me what’s going on!?” said Crissie, not caring one bit that she was interrupting Master. She balled her fist, “I don’t…” she sniffled, feeling beyond overwhelmed, “I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t even know your name. Master? Miss Caretaker? Who are you?!”
Master knelt down in front of Crissie, holding her hands, “Hey, hey, calm down, Crissie.” She took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I got a bit too playful and threw you to the wolves with no warning. I thought they’d be more well-behaved than that. I may have control of this timeline, but I’m not a God. Freewill still exists.”
Standing up and brushing off her knee, Master looked at Crissie eye to eye, “For example, you can walk out of here right now and never look back. Sure, you might get recognized from time to time, but you could live a fairly normal life.” Master turned and started walking away, “Or you can follow me to the green room, so fill the role you were born to play. The choice is yours.”
Crissie held firm, not moving an inch. She looked back at the door she had just come through, hearing the mass of voices slip through the cracks in the frame. Obviously, she couldn’t go that way without being bombarded. She turned in the opposite direction, her eyes following Master as she turned a corner and was out of sight. After months of cultivating a brand, would she really let her go that easily?
Lifting her dress, Crissie looked down at her name-brand diaper, remembering how proud she felt when Master taped her into it. It was as if the diaper was made specifically for her. She chuckled to herself, “Lexi, Rocky, Connor, looks like I’m joining your club now. Who’d want a boring life anyway when diapers are so much fun?”
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“Two minutes to curtain everyone!”
The last couple of hours had gone by in a flash! Master had only taken simple steps to prepare Crissie’s appearance for the press. Once she entered the green room, it was like a lion’s den of make-up artists, customers, and hairstylists. By the time they were done with Crissie, she looked like a literal lifesize doll. She wore a gold and pink sequined party dress with several bulbous petticoats that bloated her skirt well above the stupendous CrissBaby brand diapers, which was the only aspect of her previous appearance that remained the same. She was almost shocked a team of diaper changers wasn’t on standby or something.
“Crissie!” shouted Master as she ran over to her. A man that Crissie didn’t recognize was with her. “Crissie, this is Mark. He’s the best of the best in our company’s research and development division, and he’ll be assisting us with today’s product demonstration.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Crissie. Or should I call you Miss Baby?” said Mark, cackling at his terrible dad joke.
Crissie grimaced but forced a laugh out anyway. She held out her hand, “It’s nice to meet you too, Mar-”
“Wait...wait a goddamn minute,” thought Crissie, unable to take her eyes off Mark. She reached forward with both hands and grabbed his cheeks. “Did you say your name was Mark?”
“Y-yesh?” said Mark, speaking through stretched lips and visibly getting weirded out.
“Like...Test Dummy Mark?” questioned Crissie, as if Mark would know the title of the story he was from.
Master pulled Crissie’s hands down from Mark’s face, “I’m so sorry, Mark. She’s just nervous.”
“O-of course,” said Mark, who was also now forcing out a laugh, “See you on stage, Crissie.” And with that, he walked off, presumably to get as far from Crissie as possible.
Crissie felt like she was about to pass out, “He’s...not real! He’s-
“Calm down, CrissieBaby,” cooed Master as she gingerly patted Crissie’s head, “There’s something that I haven’t quite mentioned yet. Because your stories are linked with my dimensional space, they kind of...take on a life of their own, so to speak. And with nowhere else to go, your stories and characters get spat out here into the real world.”
Crissie couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “So I literally created people in this world?”
“Yep!” said Master, acting like this moral and ethical dilemma was no big deal, “You really did a number on this place with your Sissy Giggles story. Half of Chicago can’t count to three now because of you.”
Crissie looked over at Mark, who was going over his script one last time, “Wait, you said my stories were insanely popular here. Wouldn’t Mark and all the others find out they ’re fictional?”
“Does Mark look fictional to you?” asserted Master, silencing Crissie, “Think about it, how many times have you read your real name in a story? Did you assume all of those were about you? Beyond that, I have absolute control over this timeline. Do you think I can’t prevent a few dozen people from reading Kelly’s New Dolly?”
Crissie had no argument. She knew Master was right. She nodded her head, “I get what you’re saying...but how am I supposed to write mean things now, knowing it will literally affect someone in the world?”
“Just don’t think about it!” snapped Master without a hint of feeling. She placed a hand over her eyes and sighed, “Look, these are people who wouldn’t have existed anyway without you.
Instead of thinking about how you should hold yourself back, think about the fantastical possibilities at your fingertips!”
Crissie digested the words Master had said to her, thinking, “Am I being too much of a wet blanket about this? Maybe I should listen to Master and just not think about it.” At the same time though, something about having God-like control over another person’s life was a heavy burden. Just as she was about to respond…
“Miss Caretaker, CrissieBaby, you’re on!”
“Time to get out there,” said Master, grabbing Crissie’s hand and leading her onto the stage.
The curtain was already lifted, so Crissie walked out to see hundreds of bodies in seats, all of whom rose to applaud their entrance. However, they all remained in silhouette thanks to the dramatic stage lighting. Crissie was thankful she couldn’t see everyone staring at her.
About halfway to the microphone, Master bent down and picked Crissie up, setting the overgrown toddler on her hip. The audience erupted with excited cheers.
Crissie couldn’t take it. She buried her face into Master’s shoulder, blushing bright red. She wouldn’t even dare glance at the audience anymore.
“Aww, so shy. I thought you liked uppies,” whispered Master in Crissie’s ear as she arrived at center stage.
“I-I do like uppies,” said Crissie, unaware that her little comment would be picked up by the mic and amplified for the entire audience to hear. The moment she heard her own voice echoing throughout the auditorium, she turned ghost-white.
Master fed into the hilarity, “Yes CB, and not a single grownup in this room is surprised.” More laughter ensued, making Crissie want to run off stage and curl up in a ball. Sure, she liked to fantasize about public humiliation, but it plays out a lot differently when it actually happens.
Master cleared her throat and leaned into the mic, “Already off to a fantastic start! I’m sure you all know who we are. My name is Miss Caretaker, and this little angel is none other than CrissieBaby! We’re delighted to have you join us today!” A wave of applause swept through the auditorium again. Master placed a finger on Crissie’s chin and turned her towards the audience. “Just smile and pose for a minute longer and you can relax for a bit,” she said, whispering only to Crissie.
Deciding it’d be best not to ruin what appeared to be a very big day for Master, Crissie put on a happy face as cameras flashed all around. After a few seconds, she felt herself start to relax a little. Looking around, it wasn’t a super huge auditorium. And no one seemed to be malicious in their laughter and teasing. She wrapped her arms around Master and snuggled in, still smiling at the crowd.
Her actions cause the standing audience to go wild. Master turned and kissed Crissie on the forehead, cranking up the insanity in the room. “Look at you, such a natural,” she said, patting Crissie back before returning her focus to the rest of the room.
“I’m sure you’re all excited to see the amazing products that our company will be unveiling to the public today. To kick us off, please help me welcome our special guest, Mr. Mark Hanson!”
Mark walked over to join Crissie and Master, accompanied by yet another round of applause. It was a very interactive audience. He stepped up to the microphone, “Hello and good afternoon, as Miss Caretaker said, my name is Mark Hanson and I’m the head of research and development at CrissBaby’s LA division. I’m excited to show you all the dream-like products that, only months ago, were the stuff of fiction!” More clapping and cheers followed. “Miss Caretaker, if you and Crissie would join me, I’d love to show off our latest innovation!”
The three of them arrived at a small station in the corner of the stage with tape covering whatever was underneath. Crissie’s Little heart was thumping like a rabbit’s to know what fun surprise might be hiding under there.
Mark grabbed onto the tarp, “Ladies and gentlemen, for years, adult baby companies have refused to innovate even the simplest of infantile products to meet the lush demands of ABs and DLs all over the world. No longer will that be an issue. Let me introduce you to...The Walker Pro!”
Throwing back the tarp, the audience gasped before breaking out into thunderous anticipation. Parked in the corner of the stage was an adult-sized baby walker. It was stacked with toys and teething objects galore! Its pink and blue plastic frame was tall enough to fit even Master inside comfortably. There were even two robotic arms on opposite sides of the walker that waved to the audience after their unveiling.
With the mic in his hand, Mark said, “This is the latest in CrissBaby technology! The AB Super Walker Pro is a first-of-its-kind self-servicing adult baby walker. Online and in-store orders can be customized to fit your Little’s size, color, and toy preferences! But enough from me. Crissie! Would you like to take the Walker Pro for a spin?”
Crissie nodded enthusiastically. From the moment she laid eyes on it, she couldn’t wait to slip her legs through the holes of the seat and get busy playing. She reached out, insisting that Master set her down.
Master chuckled, “Okay, CrissCross, calm down.” She placed her hands on Crissie’s hips and carefully lowered her in. “Comfy?”
“Yeth!” Shouted Crissie, adding in an extra lisp for the fun of it. Her hands were going crazy, not sure what to play with first. She bounced with innocent glee, only able to touch the floor with her tiptoes.
Mark snickered and walked over to Master, “I think we should let her play for a bit while we show off some other products. We won’t need her until the big finale anyway!”
“I think you’re quite right, Mark,” said Master, leaning over the side of the walker and giving Crissie a big, wet kiss on the cheek before walking away to the next product station. Crissie giggled and held her cheek in her hand, savoring Master’s electric touch.
With Crissie left alone to her own devices, she finally started to relax. Everyone’s focus was on Master and Mark now, so she was free to take it easy. No longer in panic mode, her bodily functions came back to life, activating her need to urinate. With all of today’s excitement, she’d yet to relieve herself even once. And now that the pressure to perform was off, the pressure to go was on.
“Well, Mommy did say I could have the whole timeline if I leaked, so I might as well get started,” thought Crissie, giggling to herself as she allowed herself to let go. She sighed, in a world of pure bliss as a familiar, calming hiss filled her ears.
BUZZZZZZZZ
That bliss didn’t last. All of a sudden, Crissie felt a small buzz coming from the bottom of her diaper. “Did the walker have a built-in vibrator,” thought Crissie, confused as to why Mark wouldn’t mention that. She grabbed the sides of the plastic walker and raised herself up a little to check it out, but the fabric seat she was straddling was just that, a seat. There was no vibrator or set of wires or anything! “What’s going on with my diap-”
Crissie let herself settle down and pulled back the waistband of her diaper, sticking her hand down the front. She felt a strong, unmistakable vibration hidden within the stuffing. That’s the moment it hit her. Why else would Mark be here but to support the big announcement of his pride and joy? The diaper that Crissie was currently wearing. The Super Absorber XXX.
Crissie wasn’t just a special guest at today’s conference, she was the main participant. She bit her lip, trying to keep her libido as subdued as possible. Looking out towards the audience, she was thankful their attention was on the opposite side of the stage where Mark 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 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 toward 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. Sadly, the only thing this managed to do was 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-MMMMMMF!” 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 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 extended 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 the 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!” stated Mark proudly. With one final button press, the arms swung around to Crissie’s backside. The hands flattened out and 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.
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 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 gray 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 went 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.