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Crissie in Diaperland: Chapter 28
🕑 Added 2023-05-20 16:01:00 +0000 UTCHeyyo everyone! The end is nigh for Crissie in Diaperland, which means it's time to start thinking about what our next interactive series will be! If you have any ideas you think would make for a fun interactive series, please feel free to DM me! Your idea might just make the cut for the next interactive series vote in the few weeks! đź’•
As always, thank you to everyone from the Interactive Story Club for helping to put together another amazing chapter. Make sure to vote in this week's poll and don’t forget to comment if you have any additional ideas! I hope you enjoy!
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“Wuh-Wuh-WUH?!” yelled Codi, her eyes practically bugging out of her head as she watched Crissie and her overstuffed diaper grow to an utterly outrageous size. While Codi had encountered her fair share of wild shenanigans since arriving in Diaperland, she had debatably been the lucky one to have avoided the pure chaos that Crissie was forced to face head-on by spawning inside the castle. This, both fortunately and unfortunately, meant that her knowledge of something as bizarre as a cake that makes you grow was vastly more limited, “C-Crissie! You just…you were down here…and now…HUH?!”
Glancing down at her awestruck roomie, Crissie couldn’t help but giggle at how flabbergasted Codi was by her size. “Now you know how I feel when you surprised me with the slime thing,” she said, playfully sticking out her tongue before returning her attention to the Queen of Farts; her expression dropping instantly, “So, little miss fart lady, are you gonna be a good dolly for me?”
Unable to do more than squirm around in Crissie’s hand, the Red Queen’s face turned bright red. “U-Unhand me this instant! You have no right to-GAAAAAAH!” shouted the very flustered Queen, shrieking as Crissie swiveled in place, arching back to get a good look at her absurdly messy diaper.
Prying open the waistband of her diaper, Crissie proceeded to dangle the Queen over the wide opening, prompting the members of the seating gallery to gasp and cry out in terror for their monarch. “I said, are you gonna be a good dolly?!” she stated firmly, her booming voice sending shockwaves of sound throughout the courtroom.
Having no other choice, the Queen shook her head rapidly. “Y-Yes! I’ll be a good dolly! J-Just put me down!” she screamed, wrapping her arms around one of Crissie’s fingers for stability.
“Good, cuz I like my dollies messy!” said Crissie, gripped by an overwhelming sense of justice and vengeance as opened her hand and released the Queen from her grip.
The brief hold that the Queen had on Crissie’s hand was no match for gravity. The puggy royal cried out briefly, her fall cut short as she landed in the mashed-up cake mess and quickly sank into its depths.
Turning to face the crowd of onlookers, a smug-looking Crissie placed her hands on her hips, unimpressed by Diaperland’s mob mentality. “All of you should be ashamed of yourselves! This trial was an unfair sham from the moment it started! You’re nothing but a bunch of meanies with the biggest meanie for a Queen!” she said, the Queen’s muffled cries backing up her speech ominously. However, as she continued to berate the Hatter, the Caterpillar, and all other citizens of Diaperland in attendance, she was unaware that her over-confidence and inability to reflect on her own wrongdoings was causing her to slowly lose the gargantuan height she had recently gained, making herself small in more ways than on, “It’s no wonder why yOuR mAjEsTy is such a stinky, fat, pompous, bad-tempered, old…” Her words slowly petered off as she became increasingly aware of her shrinking stature.
Stuck inside Crissie’s Fill-Me diaper as it compressed, the Queen's hand sprouted up from the bed of cake and clawed its way over the hem of the diaper. This shifted the Queen’s weight to the edge of the diaper, which in combination with Crissie’s rapidly decreasing size, caused the Fill-Me diaper’s tape to finally burst off, fulfilling the requirement that it be done by the Queen’s own hand. Coated with frosting and cake crumbs, she slumped over onto the floor, weak and gasping for air. “O-Off…Off with her…head…” she sputtered out before collapsing in an unconscious heap.
As the dreaded diaper dropped to the floor, Crissie’s fists shot in the air victoriously. Even though she no longer had the size advantage that had used to lord over the Diaperlandians, the freedom of finally being released from the Fill-Me diaper was too sweet not to enjoy. Her celebration was cut short though, as she realized that she was nude from the waist down save for a thin layer of icing and cake residue. “Um…none of you guys would happen to have a fresh diaper around, would you?” she said, laughing nervously as she looked around at the angry faces scattered across the courtroom.
“A change?! I think a trip to the dungeon and a firm paddling would be more apt! Prior to your execution, of course,” said the Knave, who was bending down over the Queen of Farts and fanning her face, “Guards! Seize the conspirators!”
Turning to look at each other, Crissie and Codi knew that if they were going to make a break for it, now was probably their last chance. However, between the vast number of guards, as well as the other people in the pews wanting to see the pair of invaders punished, the odds of them making it out were looking slim to none.
“Crissie! Over here!”
Both Crissie and Codi’s heads turned toward the door next to the judge’s bench, where Chess was floating above an incapacitated pair of Tweedles. “This way! Hurry!” he said, waving for the girls to get a move on.
“Th-That’s a floating cat,” said Codi, backing up and hiding behind Crissie, “Can we trust him?”
Looking back and forth between Chess and the main entrance on the other side of the courtroom, Crissie didn’t want to put her faith in someone who had tricked her multiple times before. At the same time, could she really turn down a helping hand in her hour of need?
TO BE CONTINUED…
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John Riendeau
I think you can get a better one, but yes, a happy ending is always possible.
Wait, I still get the same happy ending right?!
John Riendeau
We know how the story ends for Alice, but you're not Alice now...
