Codi's Diary (All Entries)
Codi's Diary: Entry 001
Crissie's in timeout right now, so I've snuck over to her desk to post this quickly. Today, Crissie thought it would be a FANTASTIC idea to host a stuffed animal war. Turns out Miss Snorington wasn't a big fan of the "plush on plush violence", so here we see Crissie, flailing around like the big crybaby she is. I swear, a day doesn't go by without her wailing like a toddler.
Please, I've been stuck here for over two weeks now and I'm not kidding when I say this is my own personal hell. It's so pink and bright and loud. I can't take it! PLEASE SEND HELP!!!
P.S. Crissie keeps calling me CodiBaby, but my name is CodiArtiste! Don't let her fool you!
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Codi's Diary: Entry 013
This has been hands down the single worst day of my life. It wasn't the first time Master had brought us out of the nursery for some publicity stunt, but prior to today, I was always allowed to hang out in the background and capture the scene with my art. So, when Master told me I'd be out in front of the first two-story CrissBaby store with Crissie for the ribbon-cutting ceremony, I was less than pleased.
A bunch of stylists got me dolled up in a massive diaper and some ridiculous dress, despite my protests that it was far too short. Then, the waiting game started. Stationed off to the side of the store in a private VIP tent with Crissie, my impatience to return home only grew. The wait only felt longer once my need to pee suddenly arose. I tried to hold it in at first, but Crissie only made things worse when she caught me potty dancing. Not to mention, there were zero bathrooms around, which in hindsight, wasn't all that shocking for a diaper store.
Eventually, I realized my choice was to either go out in front of everyone with a wet diaper or risk pissing myself in the middle of the ribbon-cutting. I decided to get my humiliation over with and pee in private. Crissie had been wet for well over an hour, so at least I wouldn't be the only one in a soaked diaper. This was my fatal mistake.
Not long after I started peeing, I felt an arousing sensation coming from inside my diaper as it began to vibrate. I'd seen Crissie wear Super Absorber XXXs dozens of times, but I'd always avoided wearing them myself. I attempted to sneak off for a quick change, but it was too late. Crissie grabbed my arm at that exact moment and pulled me out in front of the story. Her grip was surprisingly strong for someone so small.
Feeling very flustered and horny, I turned away from the flashing cameras. Crissie tried to engage with me, reciting the banter that we had rehearsed, but I just couldn't do it. I was far too embarrassed to speak. That's when Crissie grabbed the back of my diaper and said, "Well, if you're not gonna play with me, you can find another way to stir the crowd up!"
I peeked out through my fingers to see what Crissie was up to, gasping as I saw her holding a pitcher filled with oatmeal. I tried to get away, but it was too late. She dumped the whole thing into my diapers and proceeded to mush it all around in front of everyone until I climaxed right then and there.
Thankfully, Master was nice enough to let me go back to the nursery early after that, but that was a small consolation prize for having my messy butt publicized for all to see. I don't know how yet, but I'm gonna make Crissie pay dearly for this one.
P.S. The next time Master tries to make me go to one of these things, I'm calling in sick!
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Codi's Diary: Entry 022
I'd say it's about time I put this little brat in her place. Crissie thought it was an AMAZING idea to take my special drawing markers and use them for her coloring book. Then, she had the audacity to leave the caps open, so now most of them have dried out.
Crissie thinks she's so funny and that her brattiness will never be punished. That's why I decided to teach this marker thief a lesson. You'd be surprised how subby she can get with even the slightest of foreplay. All I had to do was push her back lightly and start playing with her diaper and she melted in my hands. Speaking of hands...
CLICK!
While I was distracting her with my feminine charms, I took a pair of fuzzy, pink handcuffs and attached them to each of her wrists. I then added a pair of mittens and a paci-gag to completely subdue her. All the while, she was panting and humping against my hand, thinking that this was some great reward. Little did she know that was all the fun she was going to be having today.
Using the last of my purple markers that still worked. I made a little sign and taped it above her head. You should've seen the look on her face when she craned her neck upward and saw what it said. As I added a cute, little toxic symbol to the front of her diaper, she moaned and groaned as she tugged on her restraints, unable to come even close to freeing herself.
After that, I tossed the marker on the ground at her feet so she could think about what she'd done and left the nursery to go buy myself some new markers. I wonder how truly toxic that diaper was going to get by the time I got back. Knowing her, she didn't even wait five minutes after I was gone to completely soil herself.
P.S. Copic Markers are where it's at!
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Codi's Diary: Entry 041
THAT'S IT!!! Crissie has gone too far this time!
We were visiting Master today at the CrissBaby Diaper Factory when Crissie thought it would be an AMAZING idea to help herself to a private tour of the factory, dragging me along with her. Acting like the toddler she is, I was forced to chase Crissie all across the factory and do my best to prevent her from causing a catastrophe.
That's when we stumbled upon a mechanical nursery. Crissie bolted inside, wanting the robotic arms to have their way with her. She ordered me to activate the nursery, which I rightfully refused to do.
This is where my day took a nosedive. I went into the nursery to pull her out, only for her to push me into a pile of plushies and make a mad dash for the door, locking me inside. I'm sure you can use your imagination to figure out what happened next.
Dozens of mechanical arms sprang to life and latched onto me instantly. I demanded Crissie release me but she played dumb and continued to make the entire situation so much worse. I don't think I'm going to be able to sit for a week thanks to how crazy she went with the paddle.
It took almost two hours for someone to find us and let me out. Currently, I am standing outside of the wardrobe in Crissie's nursery. Why? Because Crissie has barricaded herself inside and screams anytime I try to open the door. She can't hold out forever and I'm far more patient than she is. And if she thinks my ass is sore, she's got another thing coming.
P.S. Don't be fooled by the soft, white gloves. Those hands hit hard!
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Codi's Diary: Entry 049
You know when you smell something for so long, it kind of fades into the background like white noise in scent form? Yeah, this is the exact opposite of whatever that is.
It all started three weeks ago (yes, it's been that long) when Master gave us a sample bottle of CrissBaby Diaper Company's latest and greatest product, Infinity Powder. Just sprinkle a bit on while diapering and you can go up to a month without needing a change. Unfortunately for me, Crissie took that as a challenge.
Fast forward to today and Crissie's bratty ass was still as rash-free as it was when she taped on her Grow-With-Me Diaper three weeks prior. I swear, my eyebrows have started to burn off. The entire pocket-dimension nursery is practically a containment zone. And no, there are no windows in the void.
Goddess as my witness, I hope Crissie gets a lovely serving of karma in the form of a red, itchy tushy. Or at the very least, maybe a bolt of lightning can strike down whoever thought long-lasting baby powder was a good idea.
P.S. Yes, I've been using the Infinity Powder and no, I haven't gotten a rash. THAT'S COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT.
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Codi's Diary: Entry 068
I think I've finally hit the point where I can't even get mad at the dumb crap Crissie does on a daily basis. Perhaps it's because she's been pretty tame over the last month or perhaps I'm just numb to it now but whenever she does something stupid, I'm finding it much easier to roll my eyes and move past it without losing my temper.
Case and point, today is Valentine's Day, and I had a feeling that I couldn't expect Crissie to be normal on a major holiday. It wasn't even noon before she was fashioning wings to her back and running around shouting, "I'm Baby Cupid!" Personally, I blame Miss Snorington for letting her eat an entire basket of candy.
However, while I would normally chastise Crissie for being so loud during my drawing time, for some reason, I found that her antics didn't bother me in the slightest. Not even when Snorington had her turning the nursery upside down looking for candy hearts did she manage to get me worked up.
After nearly a year of living with the world's most aggravating adult toddler, I think I've become a much more patient person. Maybe I'm turning over a new leaf on how I manage my anger. A new and improved Codi, so to speak. I can only hope this new development helps Crissie and me get along better. We can certainly go at it at times but she isn't the worst roommate once you get to know herRRAHHHGHG...Crissie has just shot me with a toy bow and arrow...
Please disregard this diary entry. I'm going to strangle her.
P.S. Happy fricking Valentine's Day or whatever.
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Codi's Diary: Entry 071
Justice has a sweet sense of humor. After far too many weeks cooped up inside, Crissie and I got the chance to take a much-needed vacation. Having little familiarity with Earth, I deferred our travel destination to Crissie. BIG MISTAKE.
I honestly thought the worst she could throw at me was four days at some stupid mega nursery or diaper lovers convention. I had no idea she'd be so cruel as to make me do physical activity! I live a sedentary lifestyle for a reason! If that wasn't bad enough, she also took me to quite possibly the coldest place she could think of, as if we weren't stuck inside BECAUSE of the snow. My goo-filled limbs were ice blocks by the end of the first hour.
Crissie, meanwhile, had no issue zooming up and down the mountain while I was stuck on the bunny hill for most of the day. I'd like to have a long talk with whoever invented this skiing garbage because taping long sticks to your feet is not an efficient way to move anywhere!
By the time the sun was setting, my limbs were so sore and frosty that I feared they might fall off. My one source of catharsis was watching Crissie trudge her way up the steps of the clubhouse with a massive wet stain on her suit. Turns out Pissy Crissie didn't stop skiing to change a single time and was suffering the consequences of that decision dearly. I managed to sneak a picture while she was stripping down and I cannot wait to turn it into ✨ART✨!
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Codi's Diary: Entry 078
"I'm not gonna be a jester!" was the last thing I said before Master forced this stupid outfit on me.
Apparently, CrissBaby Diaper Co is trying to expand its market in the UK, hence Crissie and I's current pandering attire for this dumb photo shoot. Though unsurprisingly, Crissie took to the role of Diaper Queen far more seriously than she needed to. "Fetch me another cup of tea, peasant," she said in perhaps the single most atrocious British accent I've ever heard. Is anyone surprised that she let a plastic crown and a diaper throne go to her head?
I'll admit I'm not the most amicable person when it comes to modeling but I truly cannot wait for this photo shoot to be over, perhaps more so than any other that I've been forced to participate in. The hat keeps slipping and jiggles annoyingly with any slight movement. The shoes are slightly too tight, which prevents me from ever getting to relax while standing. And don't even get me started on the top. Has no one ever heard of a top-stitch?! Amateur hour!
Thankfully, everyone appears to be wrapping up. I just hope Crissie doesn't bring her regal attitude home with us. And if she calls me "Fool" one more time, this little jester stick is going up her ass.
P.S. Yes, my diaper is wet, okay? It's been a long day.
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Codi's Diary: Entry 093
This shouldn't have worked. I mean, I partially did it as a joke. Can't say I'm unhappy with the results though.
It all started because of something Crissie said to me when I told her to be quiet for the gazillionth time. "Even the most powerful hypnosis in the world couldn't keep me from talking," she said in such a way that she may as well have been daring me to give it a try.
After a bit of digging online, I found an audio track that would make her mind more susceptible to hypnosis and played it throughout the nursery while I worked. I, of course, had earplugs in the whole time to keep from hypnotizing myself.
A week went by and I waited for the perfect tantrum to break out my new hypnotist skills. Thankfully, Crissie was more than willing to let me do it when I suggested the idea, mocking the entire process the whole time.
Lo and behold, it didn't even take a minute for me to bring her down from hyper toddler to drooling infant. I was curious if it would work but I didn't believe for a second that her mind was this suggestible. Even for Crissie, this was a new low. She was so adamant that it would fail. Jokes on her! Now she's nothing more than a quiet, horny, diaper-brained idiot.
P.S. Wait a minute! Did she trick me into hypnotizing her on purpose?!
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Codi's Diary: Entry 118
Well, well, well. Crissie's really done it this time.
A few weeks ago, Master presented me with a big present for my birthday: a giant rocking horse with purple and blue accents. Why? Because Crissie convinced her that I wanted a cowboy-themed birthday party for Goddess knows what reason. I was also made to wear a baby cowboy outfit but it'll be a cold day in hell before I recreate that in art form. I digress.
As I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear, it wasn't long before Crissie began asking for turns on PonyPony Clopper. (Yes, I named him. Don't read into it.) Not just turns either. We're talking some of the horniest riding sessions you've ever seen. And all at the cost of PonyPony's innocence.
Eventually, I had no choice but to lay down some ground rules. That went about as well as to be expected. Our feud eventually got to the point where Master had to step in due to how bratty she was behaving about the whole thing. A quick reminder that this was MY birthday present. She was lucky to be getting a turn at all.
In the end, a decision was made to limit Crissie's horsey time to a maximum of an hour a day. This, of course, led to an all-out protest from Crissie, who perched herself on the horse and refused to get off until she got her way. Unfortunately for Crissie, Master was more than happy to take her up on that challenge.
It's been 12 hours now since Crissie was cuffed to my horse with a vibrator lovingly tucked under her diaper and I'm not certain when (or if) Master is gonna be back to let her out. She's not even moaning anymore. I think her brain might be officially fried. Again, this was supposed to be MY horse! And I'd like to have a turn again before my next birthday if possible!
P.S. PonyPony Clopper completely agrees with me!
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Codi's Diary: Entry 129
What...am I even supposed to say about this? The image pretty much speaks for itself. I live with a diaper-brained moron. Nothing's new. I'm going back to sleep.
P.S. No, we have not restocked on applesauce. 😠