Double Diaper Dare: Chapter 16
SQUELCH!
The sound of two thoroughly waterlogged diapers being squashed and mooshed across a cement floor was unmistakable as it reverberated around the hollow walls of CrissBaby HQ’s central testing chamber. Sadly, while those noises often symbolized an extreme level of horny diaper play, what Crissie and Codi found themselves doing was anything but. Adorning lacy, black maid outfits complete with sets of frilly wrist cuffs, the pair of padded creatives found themselves in the midst of a prickly punishment selected by Master herself; one that saw them atoning for their past sins.
“How much loooooooonger?! The soap is making my butt itch!” bemoaned Crissie, dragging her heavy rump across the floor of the testing chamber with a line of soapy bubbles trailing behind her. Any thrill she had once found in her predicament had long since faded away now that she and Codi were well past the 90-minute mark of their cleaning duties. Forced to use a soap-filled diaper to scrub away the mess they had made, her arms and legs had been rendered completely jellified. Her body was so exhausted that she had resorted to scooching herself around backward using only her feet to propel herself, “We didn’t even make this part of the testing chamber messy!”
Snickering at Crissie’s bellyaching, Master wasn’t about to let her baby girl talk her way out of some much-deserved discipline. “Oh, I know you didn’t. That doesn’t mean I don’t expect to see this entire floor spotless from wall to wall,” she said, letting Crissie know that her punishment was nowhere near over, “And don’t get too excited when we finish up here. You two are going to restock the shelves at that CrissBaby store you terrorized as well.”
Groaning and kicking her arms and legs in frustration, Codi’s anguish was on full display. “You just had to open your big mouth,” she said, turning her aggression toward Crissie as she moved to reposition herself on top of her foamy, bubble-filled pamper. Thankfully, being a goo person kept her from sharing in Crissie’s itchy butt misery, though she couldn’t say was faring much better as someone who wasn’t predisposed to exercise.
Tragically, not everyone shared in Crissie and Codi’s dread. “Ooh! That’s excellent! We just had a big shipment come in too!” said Lotte in between bites of popcorn that she and her boyfriend were shoveling into their mouths. After all, what fun would Crissie and Codi’s punishment be if Master had to enjoy it alone? Perched atop a row of bleachers that had been set up in the testing chamber was everyone Crissie and Codi had bombarded with their game of Double Diaper Dare: the pair of CrissBaby store employees, the therapist duo of Jane and Rebecca, and the two security guards from CrissBaby HQ. Based on the joyous, wide-eyed expressions that each onlooker was wearing, it was safe to say Master’s guests liked the show.
Upon hearing about Crissie and Codi’s anticipated cleaning tour, Jane wasn’t about to let such a golden opportunity pass her by. “Mind if they stop by my office as well? I’ve been meaning to dust all my knick-knacks,” she asked, earning a glare from Codi and an awestruck frown from Crissie.
“Hehe, of course! How about you, Rebecca?” said Master, ensuring everyone had an equal opportunity to request Crissie and Codi’s maid services.
Waving her hand toward Master, Rebecca was honestly just happy to be included in such a privileged viewing experience. “No, thank you. Unlike this one, I’m much better at keeping my office tidy,” she said, taking the opportunity to tease Jane with a quick headpat.
Needless to say, Jane was not a fan of the attempt at pushing her into Little Space. “Rebecca! Shush! Not in front of ‘you-know-who,’” she said, holding up her hand and pointing to Master behind it as though it hid what she was doing at all. In truth, she hadn’t seen Master since they stopped a black hole from gobbling up the entire timeline, so she was eager to make a good second impression now that she was no longer the cause of a cataclysmic event.
However, Rebecca wasn’t about to let her short-statured colleague get a word in edgewise. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out one of Jane’s binkies and plopped it in between her lips before she could protest further, “Shush, yourself. The adults are talking,” she said as nonchalantly as a seasoned caregiver, “And you know better than to address me as Rebecca when padded. That’s Miss Rebecca to you.”
“Yeth, Miwth Webecca,” said Jane, her face turning bright red as she abruptly turned away from Master. So much for that second impression. There was no way Master would ever see her as anything but a baby now.
Meanwhile, stationed on the far end of the bleachers with towels around their shoulders, Devin and Mike were struggling to keep their focus on the show despite the vindication they felt watching it. “I can’t believe you got spooked by these two,” said Mike, grabbing a slice of the now-lukewarm pizza he had ordered and taking a large, satisfying bite out of it.
“Whatever, dude. I was right and that’s what counts here,” said Devin, his bratty behavior bolstered by the leftover side-effects of the Bubbly Baby bubblegum that Codi had forced into his mouth, “At least now we can finally get that extra personnel we’ve been asking for.”
“Oh, I’d been meaning to mention,” said Master, leaning forward to address Mike and Devin, “You’re both fired.”
Whipping their heads toward each other and then back at Master in sync, the poor night security guards shouted in unison, “WHAT?!”
Unfortunately, Devin and Mike’s shock earned nothing more than a casual shrug from Master. “Between the auto-nursery incident and this, it’s safe to say there’s far too much human error happening on the security side of things, so we’ll be moving in a different direction,” she stated, sounding a tad less-than-human herself. In her mind, she didn’t have the luxury of making strictly emotional decisions, especially when she had a fleet of Miss Snorington bots at her disposal. Soon the halls of the CrissBaby Diaper Company would be under the careful watch of the most intelligent AI software on the planet, all housed within a fuzzy, teddy bear shell.
“Uh oh! I fink someone’s runnin’ outta bubbles,” said Jane from behind her pacifier as she pointed to Codi. Sure enough, Codi’s fizzy, white trail had become depleted to the point where she was now barely getting the floor wet.
Giggling as she rubbed her hands together, Lotte quickly jumped up from her seat. “I’ve got this one,” she said, beelining directly to the filling machine. With the ominous hose in hand, she rolled the machine toward Codi, dawning a cruel smile on her face the entire way.
The poor slime girl could only whine as she looked back at her dissipated trail of soap, knowing what was coming now that her nappy had run dry. “Oh, c-come on! Crissie still had more than enough to-UGH!!” she said, cutting herself off as Lotte deposited the tip of the hose into the back of her diaper. Folding her arms, she sat up and pouted as she waited for the inevitable to happen.
“Sorry, Codi. It takes two to play Double Diaper Dare,” said Lotte, acting as though she felt even slightly remorseful for what she was about to do. With the filling machine loaded up with enough cleaning supplies to scrub the testing chamber ten times over, she threw back the machine’s large switch and watched fervently as gallons of white foam pumped through the grey hose attached to it.
Codi squinted her eyes closed as a plethora of bubbles and soapy water expanded her diaper in all directions. The Grow-With-Me Diaper taped to her hips was built to grow to an absurd size, allowing for Codi’s padding to keep up with the filling machine without bursting the tapes or ripping the seams. Mashing her palms into her padded crotch, her hands competed with her inflating diaper as if she could push it down and keep it from growing. Unsurprisingly, these efforts were futile.
Once Codi’s padding was sufficiently bean bag-sized, Lotte finally shut off the filling machine. “There, that should do ya for a bit longer,” she said, merrily skipping back over to Codi and slapping her bulbous diaper playfully. The whole nappy jiggled like a mound of jello, eliciting further giggles from both Lotte and the rest of the seated audience.
Not even Crissie could help herself from laughing, something that Codi wasn’t about to let slide. “I think Crissie’s diaper is looking a little empty too! You should fill hers as well” she announced, bringing about an end to Crissie’s laughter almost immediately. They may have been in an official relationship now but that didn’t mean she was above tossing her new girlfriend under the bus.
Shaking her head vehemently, the last thing Crissie wanted right now was to re-up the weight of her diaper. She felt like she was about to collapse already. To her dismay, it was only seconds after Codi spoke that Master got up from her seat to approach Lotte and the filling machine. “What a wonderful idea, Codi. How about I give this one a personal touch?” she said, flashing a sadistic smirk Crissie’s way as she plucked the hose out of Codi’s diaper.
Utilizing the slipperiness of the soapy floor to her advantage, Crissie desperately gathered whatever strength she had left to scoot in the opposite direction of Master as fast as her weakened appendages would carry her. Speed may not have been on her side but it wasn’t on the filling machine’s side either as the heavy device could only roll so fast with a hose that could only stretch so far.
“Do you really think that’s a wise decision?” said Master, her stern tone layered with a hint of pure amusement. Her high heels clacked menacingly as she slowly pursued Crissie, walking along the trail of bubbles she left behind.
Deep down, Crissie knew disobeying would only earn her a worse punishment. In the back of her mind, it was something she was counting on. Sure, between the exhaustion and her irritated backside, it was far from a pleasant punishment. However, it was a punishment that she got to share with the two people she loved most in the world. Her heart fluttered whilst her mind raced with the myriad of possibilities of how Master could make her punishment even better and oh, so much worse.
“Heh, serves you right,” muttered Codi under her breath as she was treated to the latest of Crissie’s antics. Unlike Crissie, she wasn’t about to let her mouth earn her an extra serving of discipline. How one girl could cause so much mischief was beyond her. She may not have wanted to admit it but that was one of the things she’d grown to love so much about her. Even as the wealth of suds in her diaper settled into place, there was still nowhere else in the entire universe she’d rather be. She guessed there was no denying it anymore. For better or worse, she had accepted her role as Crissie’s one-and-only CodiBaby, and she couldn’t have been happier for it.
THE END.
