Crissie's Messy Origin Story [REWRITE]

Heyyo! This updated version of my first CrissieBaby short story is a part of The Crissie Anthology Collection! Hardcover and eBook copies are available now on Kickstarter!

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/crissiebaby/the-crissie-anthology-collection

DISCLAIMER: This updated story contains humiliation, diaper usage, a super cute protagonist, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Sitting down at her desk, Crissie's lip quivered as her butt sank into the fluffy, soft, and slightly squishy diaper taped to her hips. The temptation to mush her hand into the base of her plush pamper was strong but she couldn’t give in yet. Not when her head was filled with so many creative and exciting story ideas that she couldn’t wait to get them out to make room for more! Sadly, those ideas were rarely accompanied by the motivation required to actually put words to paper. Gawking apathetically at her blank Word document for the better part of an hour, that temptation slowly became harder to ignore.

Unable to wiggle out from under the heavy writer’s block she was under, Crissie turned to the internet for some reprieve of the erotic variety. Unbeknownst to anyone else was her massive fetish for all things ABDL. She couldn’t explain what about this specific kink drew her to this fetish, but she had long since stopped caring. Different strokes for different folks, she liked to say.

Tabbing over to Xwitter, Crissie swiped through her lewd feed and smiled crudely at the artistic and horny expertise on display. “I wish I could make stuff like this,” she thought, lamenting that her art skills had never progressed beyond stick figures. However, that excuse fell flat when it came to writing, something that she was more than capable of creating if she wanted to. And yet, she always decided against it, as if it somehow made her fetish any less present in her daily life. A stilted sigh escaped her lips as she continued scrolling, attempting to cast aside her idle thoughts in favor of some libidinous recreation.

However, before Crissie could find the perfect art piece or messing video to kick off her nightly masturbation session, she happened upon a Xweet unlike any other she had ever seen. The post was from an account she’d recently followed. It said:

Have you ever wished you could write like a real Adult Baby?!
Your new Master is here to help.
DM me to get started 💕

Crissie was certainly skeptical as she examined the poster’s account, having followed multiple RP accounts in the past with mixed results. Beyond this one Xweet, the account had primarily been used for reblogging, giving her little to go off of. Returning to the post, she shrugged, figuring at best, she would find a new play partner, and at worst, she would waste a few minutes of her time messaging some bot. “Heyyo Master,” she typed, playing along with the original post.

Moments later, a set of three dots appeared beneath Crissie’s message. She waited for a response, only to raise a confused eyebrow as her computer screen instantly went blank. “Ah, frick,” she said, preparing to shuffle out of her cozy computer chair to reset her tower.

FLASH!

“GAH!” cried Crissie blinded by light emitted from the computer screen in front of her. She gasped, unable to pull her eyes away from the enchanting display. Then, with no explanation, everything went black. She squinted her eyes, trying to adjust to her surroundings. Part of her wondered if she passed out somehow and hadn’t realized it yet, though she immediately dismissed this idea thanks to the familiar sounds and smells that her diaper emitted.

Given no chance to recover, a second, spectacular barrage of color swarmed Crissie’s vision. Only this time, it wasn’t the light of a computer screen but the luminous world around her that forced her to rub her strained eyes. To her surprise, the room she found herself in the center was much different than the shabby studio apartment she was used to. Gone were her bed, TV, and the vast majority of her Earthly possessions, finding a crib, changing table, and more diapers than she could begin to count in their place. And all of it was sized just for her.

RUFFLE!

All of a sudden, Crissie’s attention was dragged downward as her boring gray pajamas exploded into a pink satin babydoll dress with puffy sleeves and a skirt that came nowhere remotely close to covering up her diaper. Beneath her new dress was a diaper far bulkier than the one she’d changed herself into. This diaper felt like it was almost twice as thick and by far the softest she had ever worn. It was like her butt was perched on a cloud. She couldn’t stop it from forcing her legs apart, causing her to waddle childishly with every step. Speaking of steps, her feet were now clad in a pair of bright blue bed heels, reducing her mobility even more.

Despite not knowing where she was, how she got here, or who had dressed her up in such adorable attire, Crissie could barely contain her excitement. From the frilly dress to the bulbous diapers, this was everything she’d ever hoped to experience. Her excitement was short-lived, however, as she quickly noticed that her new and unexplained nursery was missing something very important. Namely, a door. All around her were pastel-painted walls with furniture to match, but not a single door in sight.

DING!

Right as Crissie was about to start panicking, a message alert drew her attention toward the pink, sticker-covered desktop set-up that had taken the place of her previous rig. The message read: “Hello, CrissieBaby. I’m sure your childish mind is very confused with all the changes I’ve made…”

Scoffing at the condescending tone the message was starting with, Crissie rolled her eyes and continued reading, “...Well, there’s no need to think about things like that anymore. Any thoughts that you still have in that silly head of yours should be dedicated to writing. Hop to it! The less time you spend writing, the faster your mind will regress. So, it looks like you’d better get started.”

Crissie couldn’t believe the words she was reading. This had to be a dream, or maybe some sort of elaborate joke. Backing away from the computer, she was beyond overwhelmed by her mind-bending new reality. It was terrifying to contemplate the idea of never returning to her old life. At the same time, it was hard to admit this wasn’t exactly the worst-case scenario for her. She’d always wanted more time to write, and now she technically had it. She’d always wanted to wear diapers full-time and now she could. Moreover, she’d always needed something to motivate her, and permanent regression certainly was a scary concept for a writer with too many stories left to tell. Maybe this wasn’t something she was supposed to question.

GRUUUUUUMBLE!

Without warning, Crissie’s internal debate was abruptly halted by the strongest urge to eject her bowels that she had ever experienced. Doubling over, she clutched her tummy tight as another message popped up on the computer, “Oh, I almost forgot to mention. I took away your potty training, so now you’ll never have to worry about bathroom breaks. Enjoy your new life, CrissieBaby.”

SPLOOOOORRCH!

Crissie’s face went pale as she found herself no longer able to hold the massive mess that had welled up inside of her. Her once slightly yellowed diaper now bulged with a distinct shade of brown as she unloaded her guts into the hungry diaper. Wave after wave of sticky, semi-soft poop hit her nappy so hard that she fell backward onto the ground, squishing the newly filled contents of her expanded diaper.

It was at this point that Crissie began to urinate...or maybe she was already urinating? She couldn’t even tell anymore. All she knew was that the diaper continued to swell as a swirl of embarrassment, frustration, and undeniable horniness descended upon her. She had never filled a diaper this much before, and it weighed her down like an anchor. And the smell! It was ripe and unmistakable.

There was little argument to be had at this point. Crissie was officially the baby that she always wanted to be, for better or worse. She looked down at her well-used padding with contented glee as she gave her plump padding a lustful shove. Every fiber of her being was telling her to drop everything and hump her doughy diaper right then and there. However, she resisted, yanking her hands away much like she had earlier that evening. She had far more pressing matters to deal with, after all.

With all the strength she could muster, Crissie lifted herself from her mushy throne and waddled over to the computer, planting herself down in the seat with a mighty SQUELCH! The mess beneath her wasted no time spreading itself up and around to the front of her diaper, only serving to increase her unending horniness.

Settling into her squishy seat, Crissie sighed contently as she looked toward the blank Word document. The white void that once filled her with dread now left her feeling reinvigorated by countless possibilities. She smiled warmly, knowing lack of motivation would never be a problem for her again.

THE END…BUT ONLY THE BEGINNING…

Big Sis Criss & the Dolly Uprising

Heyyo! I can’t believe it’s been a whole THREE YEARS since I posted my first story! Regardless of whether you’ve been here for every single chapter or have only read one of my shorts, thank you so much to everyone for reading my silly stories.

In honor of my account’s anniversary, I’m releasing an updated version of my lost 2k special, Big Sis Criss & the Dolly Uprising! It includes every dolly currently in my NSFW discord server, Crissie’s Dollhouse! All 77 of them! Once again, thank you all for giving me a reason to write every day. I may be on vacation this month but I already have some new ideas brewing for when I return in June! Hope to see you then! 💕

DISCLAIMER: This revised story contains diaper usage, bondage, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, hypermessing, a TON of adorable dollies, and other ABDL themes.

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“Aaaaaaand…all done!” said Crissie, following her self-congratulatory statement with a gleeful giggle. In her hands was the latest dolly she was adding to her collection. Starling, who was sweetly dressed in a poofy frock with several equally poofy diapers poking out from underneath the skirt, blushed like crazy as she peered over the edge of Crissie’s hand. “Don’t you just look precious! Now that you’re all dressed and ready to play, it’s time to introduce you to all the other dollies!”

Rushing over to the expansive dollhouse in the far corner of her pocket dimensional nursery, Crissie opened the wondrous playset, revealing the dozens of dollies she’d invited to stay with her all living peacefully inside their babyish dollhouse rooms. There were plenty of faces from familiar stories, including the likes of Jane from The Dreamcaster, and the Goddess of Diapers, Aife, as well as a myriad of playthings like Claire and Renne, whose stories Crissie had yet to divulge. Everyone lived in peaceful harmony inside Crissie’s Dollhouse…or so Crissie thought.

Setting Starling down on the ground floor of the dollhouse, Crissie gave the newbie a soft pat on the head and nudged her through the entrance, where Buttercup, Crissie’s very first dolly, was waiting for her with open arms.

“Welcome to the dollhouse, Starling. I’m sure you have a lot of questions and I’m here to answer as many as I can,” said Buttercup, who’d settled in nicely to the leadership role that’d been thrust upon her. She offered her hand to Starling, excited to show her around the dollhouse.

Starling was hesitant, but she accepted the overwhelming kindness that Buttercup was showing her. “W-What is this place?” she asked bluntly, hoping for a better explanation than Crissie was able to give her.

Snickering as she guided the fledgling dolly through the main living space of the dollhouse, which was filled with toys and stuffies galore, Buttercup responded, “You’re in Crissie’s Dollhouse. It’s a big collection of all the cute baby dolls that Crissie has amassed over her time in this pocket-dimension nursery. If you’re here, it's because Crissie caught you enjoying her work so much that she invited you to come stay with her. Isn’t that fun?”

All Starling could do was nervously nod as she was led deeper into what was beginning to feel like a fever dream. She didn’t know why but if this was a dream come true, she never wanted to wake up.

Watching from a distance, though, a few dollies that had been less than thrilled with suddenly being snatched up from their homes and brought to Crissie’s nursery glared at Buttercup and the newbie with fervent animosity. “Let’s go guys. The meeting’s about to start,” said ABAlex, one of the many “dollies” that didn’t subscribe to the Little status that had been thrust upon them.

Nodding in agreement next to Alex were fellow ABDL writers, Lightning and Rie, each of whom followed their ringleader through a crack in the dollhouse that led to a small, hidden room where nearly twenty other dollies were waiting.

“Alright, listen up, Babs and Bigs,” said Alex, causing the talkative space to go quiet, “It doesn’t matter if you’ve been infantilized against your will or just want to return to your homes. We all know what needs to be done.”

Stepping forward out of the crowd with a thick, mushy diaper between her legs, the leader of the Homebound Babs, Chasey, spoke up, “And with Codi away with Master for the weekend, now is the perfect time to strike. Between the Bigs, the Switches, and my coalition of Homebound Babs, we have over two-thirds of the dollhouse ready to advance at our signal.

“Here, here!” shouted Rosie, the leader of the switch dollies, “Though, it’s important to remember that we won’t just have to deal with Crissie and Snorington. Loyalists like AllySmolShork, YuukiSoulless, and Buttercup are going to be an issue if we don’t start with them.

“We’ve got a small technical team ready to disarm Snorington so wrangling in the loyalists is definitely a top priority,” stated Villes proudly. As an engineer and tinkerer, he was the best choice to be the architect behind the plan to take out Miss Snorington and was thrilled to have recruited a team that could see that plan through to the end.

Rolling his eyes, 34Qucker cared little about the kumbaya collective that was forming. “Look, as long as I get to go home, I don’t really care,” he said dismissively, “I mean, I love making baby slaves as much as the next person, but I certainly have no intention of ever becoming one.”

“Just feel lucky you’ve never had to babysit her,” quipped Mommy Dollia, who was clearly still haunted by the embarrassing dress-up party that she’d been forced to attend at Master’s behest.

Whistling loudly, Alex once again commanded the attention of the room. “We mobilize in one hour. Whatever preparation you need to do, use the time we have,” he said, a menacing grin forming on his face, “It’s time to have ourselves a dolly uprising.”

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Sitting on the floor at a low table, Crissie was merrily throwing a tea party with several of her dollies. “More tea, Stinkberry?” she asked, reaching forward for the pink teapot which she knew was spiked with a mess of laxatives.

Grimacing, Strawberry pretended to graciously accept Crissie’s offer as she held out her teacup, watching it fill to the brim with the foul liquid that she knew would soon be destroying her bowels. “Fankoo, Cwissie,” she said with a forced lisp.

“I wans sum mo tea too!” yelled Ally unironically. She genuinely loved the constant babying that Crissie’s Dollhouse provided, and she wasn’t alone. Other dollies gleefully offering forward their cups included Jessy, Achi, and ConCon.

Rounding out the tea party was one specifically blushy dolly in Lizzi, who was still on the fence about the whole uprising thing. On the one hand, she did want to go home, but on the other hand, she was free to be her padded sissy self here. Looking across the table at Strawberry and then back at Crissie, she could feel her anxiety rising in the pit of her stomach. Regardless of how on the fence she was, she knew that today was the day, and she’d be forced to decide soon enough.

“Crissie!” cried out the boxer turner babydoll, Matti, from the top floor of the dollhouse. Bouncing up and down in his pretty blue nightie and blonde wig, he looked genuinely concerned about something.

Setting the teapot down, Crissie stood up from the table and waddled off toward the dollhouse. “Be right back, dollies. No messies without me!” she shouted back merrily.

Moving back from the edge of the dollhouse as Crissie arrived in front of him, Matti’s panic became increasingly apparent. “I can’t find Yuuki or Feather or SamanthaRebecca anywhere! We were all supposed to hang out today,” he said, choking back tears, “I’ve looked all over the dollhouse and asked around, but no one’s seen them!”

Placing her thumb and forefinger on her chin, Crissie pondered what might have happened, saying, “That is definitely odd. Have you seen Vanessa? She might at least know where Yuuki is.”

Shaking his head, Matti waved Crissie close and whispered, “Also, I’ve been seeing a lot of dollies running around and chatting quietly in small groups. I think something might be going on here.”

“Oh, Matti, I think you might be a little paranoid on that one,” chuckled Crissie, brushing off Matti’s concerns, “If there was some massive conspiracy, someone would’ve let it slip by now. Tell you what, if you still haven’t found them by the time my tea party is over, then you and I will find them together, okay?” She smiled and patted Matti’s head as he nodded and cheered up slightly.

Crissie skipped back toward the tea table, plopping herself back down on her soaking diaper. “Okay, dollies! Where were we?” she said as she grabbed her teacup and took a sip, oblivious to the fact that the plot to overthrow her was already underway.

Unbeknownst to Crissie and most of the dollies at the table was the fact that Strawberry had spiked Crissie’s teacup when she stepped away. Only Lizzi was witness to her act. She watched through wincing eyes as Crissie doomed herself with only one sip.

“Ahhh, that was yummy,” said Crissie, politely setting her glass back down and snagging a cookie from the center of the table. Taking a big bite, she hummed to herself, blissfully unaware that a special potion was coursing through her body. “Mmmm! Cookie awe sho good an…waid was wong wif my voish?”

The other dollies at the table giggled, assuming that Crissie was just acting like a big baby who couldn’t control her lisp. “Big Sis, chus so funny!” said Jessy, taking a sip from her own teacup and feeling the bubbling inside of her tummy grow stronger, “Maybe chus jus needs ta make a big stinky! Hehehe!”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” scoffed Achi, who was busy munching on her own, much smaller cookie.

With sweat forming on her forehead, Crissie leaned back from the table and lifted a hand to her head, shocked by how distinctly heavy it felt. “I…fink I needs ta way down…” muttered Crissie, trying to climb back to her feet and failing. Determined to reach her crib, she tried to crawl, only to lose all strength and collapse on her back, looking up at the ceiling.

“Big Sis!” shouted ConCon, as several of the tea party dollies rushed to Crissie’s aid, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Shaking her head no frantically, Crissie mumbled, “G-ged Mish Snowington!”

While Ally, ConCon, and Achi rushed to Crissie’s aid, Jessy, Strawberry, and Lizzi ran off toward Miss Snorington’s charging station. The moment her trio was just out of sight from the others, Strawberry stopped and wrapped Jessy up in a big bear hug. Covering her mouth with her hand to prevent her from screaming, she whispered to Lizzi, “Grab her legs!”

Lizzi dutifully followed Strawberry’s orders and proceeded to snatch up Jessy’s flailing legs before dragging her away. She felt a tad guilty, but it was for the greater good. She just hoped Jessy, Crissie, and the others would forgive her.

Watching from afar, Villes giggled as he watched Lizzi and Strawberry carry Jessy behind the nearby toy box to tie her up along with the other kidnappees. At last, it was go time! Signaling to his small task force consisting of Nowi, Mama Draco, and the techdolly, Terabyte, the four shrunken dollies made their way from their hiding spot to the base of Snorington’s charger. No one needed to say a word, as all four of them knew their tasks well. In no time at all, they’d managed to rewire Miss Snorington’s base so she couldn’t be awoken or released. It was almost too easy. With Snorington out of the way, it was time for the big advance. Whistling as loudly as he could, Villes alerted the main attack force to ready positions.

Stationed up atop the table that the dollhouse rested on, Alex, Chasey, and Rosie stared out amongst the vast legion that they had assembled. Alone, they were nothing more than tiny baby dolls, but together, they had the strength and intelligence to take down someone as baby brained as CrissieBaby. “Everyone!” Alex shouted, holding briefly to let the moment sink in, “Charge!!!”

All at once, the dollies of Crissie’s Dollhouse descended upon Crissie’s prone and subdued body. Leading the charge were a set of dollies carrying dozens of ropes that they had stashed from Crissie’s dungeon play sessions. One by one, the strongest of the dollies, consisting of Clay, Kage, and Dusty Jack began tossing the ropes over Crissie’s body.

The bondage unit, led by the tag team of Lady Ansem and her baby boy, Sammy. began tying the ropes as tightly as possible. “Make sure this little wiggle monster has no chance of escape,” shouted Mommy Ansem, before turning her attention to a struggling Sammy, “Unless my lil’ Honey Baby would like to join her.” Her words had the intended effect on a very blushy Sammy as he instantly picked up the pace.

Meanwhile, the final three loyalists needed to be dealt with before they could stage any type of defense. Starting with the most athletic of the three, the dollhouse’s other Matt knew just how to handle AllySmolShork. With Suzaku and JJ at his side, he quickly came up behind Crissie’s editor with a pacifier in hand. “Good Shorkpup!” he shouted, triggering the hypno-loving girl’s bark box and plopping the paci into her mouth with ease. The subby shork was mere putty in their hands from that moment onward.

Achi was the next one they’d need to deal with. Thankfully, the pupper was too concerned with trying to save Ally that she didn’t see the silly circus dolly, Jade was ready to deal with the bratty little. Alongside NotYou and Racer, the group swarmed Achi and quickly tied her up in shibari-style knots, ensuring she’d be out of commission for the rest of the battle as the wolf pup could do nothing but huff and puff.

That left only ConCon to deal with. Understanding that he stood no chance, ConCon ran off toward the dollhouse. If he could find Buttercup, maybe he could put an end to all this seemingly senseless conflict. Unfortunately, Bunji was waiting for anyone who might decide to turn tailcoat. “Where do you think you’re going,” said Bunji, smiling wickedly as she, Emmy, and Mr. Crinkleton all captured the escapee, quickly swaddling him up in a miniature blanket and carrying him over behind the toybox.

Once there, ConCon was shocked to see that about a dozen or so dollies had already been gathered. Yuuki and Vanessa, Jassikins, SamanthaRebecca, Feather, Lynx, and sadly, even Buttercup and the newbie, Starling, were already captured. She winced as she was tossed onto the ground purposefully so that her face wound up smushed up against Edan’s incredibly messy diaper. “S-sowwy,” muttered Edan as the mudslide continued to build in their diaper.

Back on the battlefield, a team of dollies who found they had little to do turned their attention to the tea table. Specifically, it was the infamous pink teapot that they were all well aware was filled with an ungodly amount of laxatives that caught their attention. “Hehehe, I think it’s time we punish our Big Sissy,” said LittlePissy, who was perhaps the kinkiest of them all. Snagging a team of nearby dollies that consisted of Beardo, Xeepoc, and Sui, he led them over to the tea table and, as a team, carried the teapot over to Crissie’s face.

Scaling Crissie’s mountainous titties was a bit of a trial with the teapot in tow, but it was all worth it once the pot was resting on her chest. “Open wide for your Auntie,” said Hailey as she and the others pushed the spout of the teapot forward into Crissie’s mouth.

Crissie’s eyes went wide as she wiggled beneath the ropes helplessly, unable to avoid the downpour of warm liquid entering her drooling mouth. She knew just how many laxatives were inside that teapot, having made sure it was properly filled so that even a dolly’s tiny teacup would result in a comically messy diaper. Knowing this, she always made sure to drink from her own teapot, wanting to avoid a massive hypermessing that would surely come from the much stronger tea.

As this was ongoing, another team of dollies, led by Vampers and CuddleSommelier, had formed a search party as they tore through Crissie’s crib on the hunt for something long and buzzy. Having been teased and tortured to the point of climaxing on several occasions by their pampered overlord, Crissie’s dollies had collectively agreed that it was high time she got a taste of her own medicine. “Found it!” shouted CuddleSommelier, as she called everyone over to the far corner of the crib, where Crissie’s Magic Wand was lying in wait. Together with a swath of dollies that included Sophie, Alley, and King, they carted the massive pleasure toy out of Crissie’s crib and down to the soft, carpeted floor.

“Let’s give this stinky bab exactly what she wants,” shouted KawaiiOmo as she, Ringer, and Lolice ushered the Magic Wand through the battlefield, guiding it toward Crissie’s diaper.

While everything seemed to be going smoothly on the ground, one lone dolly had managed to fend off his kidnappers. As a rough and tough boxer, Matti would be damned if a couple of artsy-fartsy dollies such as Classy Shrimp and SleepyBun managed to take him down. Dispatching his assailants with ease and binding the two of them up, he managed to stay in the shadows as he made his way down to the area where Buttercup and the others were being held.

Guarded only by a lonesome CrinkleKrow, the massive army had thought too highly of themselves to believe any single dolly could foil their plans. Matti took advantage of that fallacy and quickly snuck up on Krow, pinning her to the ground with ease. He then went over to Buttercup and untied her first. If anyone would know how to stop this madness, it was her. “Thank Goddess, you guys are okay! What are we going to do, Buttercup?” he asked, feeling a bit more fearful as he came down from his adrenaline high.

Ripping the duct tape from her mouth and pulling out the pacifier that was stuffed underneath, Buttercup furrowed her brow, “We’re gonna put a stop to this madness once and for all!”

“Like hell you are!” came a voice from around the corner of the toybox. Walking into view with an unconcerned smirk was BinkyBaby, accompanied by an entourage of Joshy and Blinky.

Buttercup and Matti knew there was no time to untie anyone else and running was not an option given that they’d been chased out into an open battlefield. The best they could do now was to fight head-on. With his adrenaline spiking back up, Matti readied himself to take on their attackers. If he could handle two-on-one, then three versus two should be a piece of cake.

Returning to Crissie and the ongoing battle, everything was set to put the brat in her proper place. By the time they were done with her, she’d be desperate to let them out. No longer would they be trapped in her pocket dimension. Like a scene out of Gulliver’s Travels, the dollies pulled the ropes in as tightly as possible, restricting even the tiniest of movements. Crissie was well and truly trapped.

Arriving at the base of her human-sized diaper, the team of dollies carrying the vibrator placed the pleasure toy up against her inner thigh and began to tie it down. “Make sure the head is nestled as closely as possible,” shouted Vampers, as she stood atop Crissie’s leg and oversaw the completion of their task.

Down on the ground, Coda and Eliza stood at the very tip of the vibrator, making sure that the vibrator was placed properly, while Berry, Joeyy, and Rye steered the ship from behind, angling the sex toy so that it wouldn’t shift when the rope work was finished. Finally, after some brief finagling, the vibrator was tied into place.

*GUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGLLE!*

And not a moment too soon, as soon after the vibrator was keenly in position, Crissie’s tummy emitted a deep grumble that was so loud that it caused a tremor, sending nearly every nearby dolly to the floor.

Hanging onto the vibrator as everyone fell to the ground, Lightning was the only one still standing to finish the job that so many collective dollies had come together to do. Using all the might she had, she pushed the Magic Wand’s on-switch as hard as she could, locking the vibrator into its highest setting.

The loud hum of a buzzing vibrator echoed throughout the nursery, as did Crissie’s muffled moans and incomprehensible sputterings. Her spasming body tested the strength of the bondage ropes she was tied up in, but not a single one of them budged. Closing her eyes tightly from the combination of withering pleasure and intense abdominal pain, it wasn’t hard to guess what was coming next.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!!*

All at once, Crissie’s body rejected the laxatives that had been loaded into her body, voiding the brown mush they created into her diaper, which swelled so fast that several dollies, including Rose, DarkStar, Blitzy, and Dif, were swallowed up and flattened by its rapidly expanding girth. Flowing seemingly endlessly, Crissie could do nothing but lie back and melt into the overwhelming horniness that was coursing through her.

The dollies that had organized and executed their plan perfectly admired their handiwork as the fruits of their labor were put on display. Crissie was vanquished and now, all that was left to do was squeeze the information they needed out of her.

Yanking the teapot’s spout out from between Crissie’s lips, a triumphant Lightning, Chasey, and Rosie snapped her out of her aroused mental state as much as they could before Rosie bluntly stated, “Your reign of terror has come to an end. Tell us how to leave this dimension and return home!”

Crissie’s eyes practically went cross from what Rosie had said…or maybe it was the pleasure of the poopy diaper and vibrator again. Nevertheless, she was flabbergasted by not only Rosie’s tone but her confusing statement. “W-Whad chus mean?” she said, stuttering between orgasmic gasps, “C-Chus can w-weave and c-come back whenever chus wans!”

“Wait…what?” said Chasey as the victorious energy that once filled the nursery began to dissipate, “T-That can’t be true!”

Suddenly, Buttercup and Matti, escorted by BinkyBaby and all the other dollies that were locked up behind the toybox, came rushing out to Crissie’s aid. “She’s not lying,” shouted Buttercup, rushing forward to the head of the crowd, “Didn’t anyone wonder where Kiara or Flurp or Finnian went? Or how Jassikins disappeared and then suddenly returned? What do you think the glowing door in the back of the dollhouse was for?! It’s a portal home!”

Shocked gasps filled the space as each dolly suddenly recognized that their actions weren’t just unnecessary, they were downright wrong. “Hold on a ding-dang second!” yelled Joey, looking particularly peeved, “Why weren’t we ever informed about this?”

Shrinking back slightly as she scratched the back of her head, Buttercup began to nervously giggle. “W-Well, I may have forgotten to mention it in the orientation,” she admitted, causing a variety of glares to shoot her way, “In my defense, I figured anyone who wanted to leave would just ask. I didn’t expect you all to form a freaking mob! Like, seriously, none of you noticed?!”

Chuckling to himself, Villes spoke up, “Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I certainly did. I just really like organizing a grand scheme like this.” The daggers that were being aimed at Buttercup quickly turned to Villes, who shrunk down from the dozens of scornful looks.

“Quick, cut the ropes and let Crissie out!” screamed Lightning, commanding everyone to undo their heinous mistake.

However, before anyone could start untying Crissie, the full-sized adult baby cried out, “Nuuuuuuu! D-Don untie me!”

Confused, one of Crissie’s besties, Jane, dashed over to her side and said, “Crissie, it’s all over now! Don’t you want out of this mess?”

“N-Nuh uh!” moaned Crissie, her eyes rolling back as she further soiled her hypermessy diaper, “D-Dis is, wike, a dweam c-come twue! D-Don stop!”

Disappointment sank in for the dollies as they realized what they should have from the start. Of course, a pervert like Crissie would get off on this! “Well, I suppose the least we can do after you tied her up and junk is to give her what she wants,” said Buttercup, hanging her head and sighing in whatever the exact opposite of shock was.

*CREEEEAK!*

All of a sudden, the top of the nearby toybox was pushed open and Codi’s head popped up from the void below. “Hey Crissie, I forgot my-” was all she managed to say before she caught sight of what was going on. Having to deal with her diaper-addicted girlfriend’s antics on a daily basis, a familiar glaze of annoyance washed over her eyes. She shook her head in disapproval as she grabbed the top of the toy box lid and slowly sank back down, “Y-You know what? Nevermind.”

As quickly as she appeared, Codi was gone, leaving Crissie all alone in the hands of her favoritest dollies ever! At the end of the day, it was okay if many of her dollies came and went. So long as they enjoyed themselves while they were here, she was more than content with the nursery and dollhouse she had created.

THE END.

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