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crissiebaby · 7 months

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Codi's Trick

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, diaper filling, masturbation/diaper sex, slime transformation, humiliation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“This is never going to work!”

“Shhhhh! Try to be optimistic.”

“We’re too old for this!”

“I keep telling you, no, we’re not! And I triple-checked. This neighborhood is Little friendly. We have nothing to worry about.”

*DING DONG*

Lifting her finger off of the doorbell, Crissie stepped back with a giddy expression on her face. Dressed up as a non-specific, non-mouse house princess, she quickly cozied up next to her partner in crime, Codi, huddling close for warmth on the chilly October night. She tugged at her short skirt which did nothing to hide her bulky diaper as a gust of wind moved between her thighs. “I really should’ve worn stockings,” she said, forcing a heavy exhale and watching the white cloud of steamy breath form mid-air.

“I told you!” said Codi, rolling her eyes and shrugging Crissie off of her. Per Crissie’s orders, she was wearing a fancy prince costume that she’d pilfered a few years prior. At least she had something on that covered all of her body on such a cold evening. She’d never been one to retain heat well. That being said, she wasn’t thrilled about the massive diaper bulge she was rocking thanks to the tight pants she had on.

After waiting for a few seconds, Crissie and Codi could hear footsteps moving closer to the door. Readying a big smile, Crissie was excited to tell her first knock-knock joke of the night. She’d been preparing for over a month with a book she bought online, much to Codi’s dismay. Codi, on the other hand, took the time to quickly check the hem of her pants, making sure that the diaper she had on wasn’t poking out. She didn’t need to make her padded status any more pronounced.

The door swung open and a kindly-looking woman who had to be pushing 50 years old stepped out with a bowl of candy in hand. “Trick or treat!” shouted Crissie before elbowing Codi to repeat the phrase.

“T-trick or treat,” muttered Codi, avoiding eye contact with the middle-aged woman as she held her empty candy bag forward, “Sorry if we’re a bit too old for this. It’s my first time so I don’t really know the rules very well.”

Patting Codi gently on the head, the older woman giggled at her apology. “Oh, deary, there’s no need for that. Everyone deserves the chance to do some candy begging. No matter how old you get, it’s what's in here that matters, and I can tell you have a youthful spirit,” she said, pointing to Codi’s heart, “Now, as a first-timer, you should know that the cost of a piece of candy is your finest joke.”

“Ooh! I’m so ready for this!” said Crissie, clearing her throat an excessive amount, “Why is Cinderella so bad at sports?”

Suppressing a chuckle, the older woman asked simply, “Why?”

“Because her coach is a pumpkin!” yelled Crissie, leaping into the air on the punchline thanks to her child-like energy going off the charts. She held her decretive, princess-themed candy basket forward, watching with hungry eyes as the woman dropped a small handful of miniature candies into her basket.

Having completed her trick-or-treat joke, all eyes turned to Codi, filling her heart with anxiety. With her eyes trained on the older woman’s dark brown flats, she mumbled, “W-What kind of medicine do witches use on their warts?” Internally, she cringed at the joke she had picked out. It wasn’t extremely funny but it was the only one to get a chuckle out of her when Crissie was reading that dumb joke book non-stop.

Before the older woman could ask for the answer, Codi blurted it out nervously, too on edge to play along with human joke conventions, “I don’t know, but whatever it is isn’t working.” She laughed under her breath after finishing the joke, trying to fill the void of awkward silence that followed.

“Haha! That’s hilarious! Best joke I’ve heard all night,” said the woman, cackling generously. While to many, it would be obvious that she was laughing along for Codi’s sake, Codi was still new to the way Earth people talked and took her words at face value. She curled her lips inward and produced a soft smile, happy to receive such glowing praise.

“But! But! What about the Cinderella joke?!” shouted Crissie, bouncing on the tips of her feet with a pouty expression, “That was the best one too, right?!”

The older woman giggled at Crissie’s immaturity, finding her bratty behavior adorable. “Of course, you two are both hilarious,” she said, giving Crissie the same headpat treatment that Codi was getting, “In fact, since you both are so funny, why don’t I give you an extra special treat? I have a sheet of cookies cooling on my stovetop. Would you two like one?”

“Um, is that even a question?” said Crissie, her excitement doubling at the sound of munching on her favorite dessert. It was only their first house and they were off to a fantastic start. If this kept up, this was bound to be the best trick-or-treat night ever!

Walking back into her house, the older woman called back, “Wait right there. I’ll grab you each one.”

While waiting for the cookies to arrive, Crissie looked down at her candy basket, checking to see what delectable treats she had been given. “Ooh! A pixie stick and some Twix minis. What did you get?” she asked, leaning over to sneak a peek into Codi’s bag.

“I-I don’t know,” said Codi, peering into her bag at the candies she had been given, all of which were completely foreign to her, “Are you sure it’s a good idea we keep going after this? I’m not so certain everyone will be as open as this lady is.”

“Relax, you big worry wort! House number one and we’re getting fresh-baked cookies as a bonus treat. If that’s a sign of how our night’s gonna go, everything’s going to be A-OK!” said Crissie, letting Codi’s concerns bounce off of her.

Before Codi could raise another protest, the older woman returned, carrying two cookies individually wrapped in a paper towel. “Be careful, they're still a bit hot,” she said, handing off the first cookie to Crissie and the second one to Codi.

As Codi graciously accepted the pastry, she could’ve sworn she saw the older woman wink at her. However, the moment was too quick for her to be certain. She quickly pushed the idea out of her head and chalked it up to her being overly paranoid.

“Yay! Snickerdoodles are the best!” shouted Crissie as she instantly went to work devouring the cinnamon-covered cookie. With a mouthful of moist dough, she added, “Fankoo, owd wady!” not considering how insulting her words were.

Not wanting to be rude, Codi meekly took a tiny bite of her cookie, before stuttering, “I-It’s very yummy. Thank you.” Part of her didn’t know why “yummy” was the first descriptor that came to mind. It definitely felt like something Crissie would say instead of her. Perhaps the childishness of the night’s events was finally rubbing off on her.

Scarfing down the last bite of her cookie, Crissie licked the cinnamon sugar off of her fingertips, savoring the last of the scrumptious confection. Without saying another word, the impatient Little ran off, ready to beg for candy at the next house.

“Crissie, wait up!” yelled Codi, rushing off to join her friend. She took one look back at the middle-aged woman and said, “Have a good night!” before turning around and sprinting to catch up.

Leaning against her door frame, the older woman snickered, her eyes glowing around her irises. “You too, baby girl. You too.”

Running up to the next house, which was painted bright pink with multi-colored, pastel shutters to help its exterior pop, Crissie eagerly pressed the doorbell before turning back and waving to Codi. “Come on, slowpoke!” she shouted, snickering as she watched Codi waddle up to the porch.

“Ugh! At least tell me before you run off next time,” said Codi, leaning over and placing her hands on her knees as she recovered from the run. Being a shut-in artist, she didn’t have a whole lot of stamina to speak of, unlike Crissie who seemingly had an endless supply of energy. Part of her wished she could know what it felt like to be so loose and carefree all the time. However, that wish never made it past the concept phase thanks to watching Crissie make a fool of herself countless times. Looking back, she noticed a sign on the side of the house that read The Pretty Palace Daycare Center. “Crissie, I don’t think anyone’s here. It’s daycare so they’re probably closed for the-”

Before Codi could finish her sentence, the door opened and a young man who looked as though he was young enough to still be in college stepped out with a bowl of candy in hand. He was dressed up as a vampire, albeit a lame one that was more than likely thrown together last minute.

“Trick or treat!” said Crissie and Codi with a flourish of enthusiasm. Crissie’s head whipped toward Codi in response, beyond surprised to see her getting into the festivities. Brushing it off as nothing more than her getting over her nerves, she turned back to the young man and held her bag forward. “I love your daycare, by the way! It looks like a fun place to play!” Getting another eyeful of her surroundings and the young man at its center, she could feel a new story idea brewing in her head.

“Thanks! It’s not mine, though. I’m just the one who got left holding the candy bowl while everyone else is out trick-or-treating,” said the man, dropping his performative smile and acting more casually due to the fact that he was dealing with adults and not children, “Judging from those diaper bulges, I take it you both are Littles. Well, the fee is the same for kids and adult kids. One joke equals one piece of candy.”

Giggling at being called out for the thickness of her diaper, Crissie was prepared to launch into her next joke. However, before she could say anything, Codi blurted out gleefully, “Why do you put a baby in a diaper?”

Crissie’s head once again snapped in Codi’s direction. What had gotten into her bestie? First, she joined in saying “trick or treat” without any hesitation. Now, she was delivering a joke confidently like she’d been doing so for years. Not to mention that the joke she was telling had to be original. If there had been a diaper joke in that book, Crissie would’ve been using it non-stop.

“To tie up loose ends!” said Codi without giving the young man any chance to respond. She then burst into hysterics, doubling over in a fit of uproarious laughter. Then, without warning, she lunged forward for the candy bowl, grabbing a handful of candy before toddling off into the night.

Still in a state of shock, Crissie looked back and forth between the young man and her friend who was shrinking into the distance. “Um…she’s not usually so…whatever that was. Sorry about that,” she said as she turned around and prepared to chase after Codi. Before running off the porch, though, she reached back and took her own handful of candy from the bowl, shoving it into her basket and rushing in Codi’s direction, “Codi, wait up!”

Hanging a sharp right at the end of the block, Codi paid little mind to the words of her padded pal. Instead, she proudly rushed up to the next house and banged her fist on the door, shouting, “Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Trick or treat!” over and over again.

Crissie reached the same doorstep just in time to see a middle-aged man open the door. He looked a tad shocked to see a pair of adults out trick or treating, letting the full-time bab know that this was probably not someone to be overly Little in front of.

Codi, on the other hand, had no restraint. “Hey, mister! What are the two reasons I wear diapers?!” she shouted before turning around, pulling down her waistband, and presenting her padded rump for the unsuspecting man. Scrunching up her face, she grunted and let out a small load into the seat of her pampers, causing it to sag dramatically. An all too familiar hiss of urine hitting her diaper soon followed as she proudly stated the answer to her joke, “Number one and number two!”

Needless to say, Crissie’s jaw hit the pavement, stupefied by the outrageous display that her dear roommate was putting on. “C-Codi? Are you…feeling alright?” asked Crissie, inching closer and patting Codi on the back.

“You betcha, Pissy Crissie!” responded Codi, causing Crissie’s face to flush intensely over being called such a dorky nickname, “Especially now that my tummy isn’t so full!” She rubbed her belly with one hand and reached down to smoosh her messy diaper with the other, giggling all the while. Then, with her candy bag in hand, she held it open for the man to drop a piece of candy inside.

Nervously, the middle-aged man placed a mini-candy bar in Codi’s bag and backed away. “Um…d-do you want some candy too?” he said to Crissie, refusing to make eye contact with either girl.

Unable to turn down such an offer even in the face of unbelievable circumstances, Crissie shrugged and reached out to accept the candy offering. “It’s uh…her first time trick-or-treating. I think she’s just a tad too excited,” she said, starkly contrasting the attitude she had only two houses prior. She quickly bent down to grab Codi by the shoulder and stand her back up.

Unfortunately, Codi wasn’t interested in standing at the moment. She was far more enamored with the idea of squishing. Allowing her legs to go limp, she fell back onto her butt and began to bounce up and down, giggling all the while.

“Here, just take as much as you want so long as you please leave,” said the man, setting the candy bowl on the pavement by his door and retreating back inside.

As concerned as Crissie was for her friend's sudden shift in personality, free candy was too good to pass up. Kneeling down next to the candy bowl, she began shoveling the bite-size pieces into her basket.

*Crinkle!*

“Eeeep!” screamed Crissie as she felt a wandering hand grab the underside of her diaper. One quick look back revealed what she already knew.

Stationed directly behind Crissie was Codi, who was wearing a mischievous smile as she felt up Crissie’s partially used nappy. “Only soggy? And here I thought you were CrissieBABY,” she said, bringing her hand dangerously close to Crissie’s kitten.

Unsure of what to do, Crissie knew that the display they were putting on whilst standing on some random dude's porch was probably not the best idea. On the other hand, she’d been trying to get Codi to come on to her for quite some time. She may have been too nervous to say anything, but Codi was totally her type. “C-Codi, we can’t do this here!” whisper-yelled Crissie, covering her mouth as her nursery mate continued to tease her with the idea of naughty diaper fun. She frantically looked around, both thankful and nervous that no one was around to stop them.

“Sure, we can. If I can fill my diaper right here and now, so can you,” said Codi, snickering as she circled around Crissie like a lioness in heat, keeping Crissie tucked beneath her claws all the while. That’s when a cheeky, idle thought entered her brain, one that made her horny beyond belief, “Tell you what. Why don’t I fill your diaper for you?” She moved her hand to the front of Crissie’s waistband, pulling it open slightly.

Confused, Crissie was about to ask what Codi meant by that. Did she expect her to remove her diaper in public? She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. However, just as she was about to tell Codi no, she looked back to see the most unbelievable sight.

Holding her other hand up for Crissie to see, Codi’s unnaturally pale hand turned fully translucent, taking on a lilac hue. Forming a fist with her fingers, she merged her digits into a single, slimy appendage. “You know, I can’t believe you never asked what kind of being I was. Pretty neat trick, huh?” she said, licking her lips as she plunged her moldable slime tentacle into Crissie’s diaper.

Crissie moaned passionately as Codi’s lukewarm, purple slime moved to occupy as much space in her diaper as possible. Frozen in place from the sheer inconceivability of what was happening, she watched as her diaper swelled in all directions, quickly taking on the same color as Codi’s body. All the while, her hand remained firmly pressed to her mouth and blushy cheeks, preventing her moans from getting any louder. “Y-You’re a slime girl? Why have you never-”

“Because I was too nervous to tell you. I don’t know what’s come over me but I feel so confident tonight…and silly. Hehehe!” she said, finally removing her hand now that Crissie’s diaper was filled to the brim with her ooze, “And for the record, we prefer the term goo-people. I hope it’s not a problem.”

Before Crissie could inquire further about Codi’s personhood…or goo-hood in this instance, she felt her diaper start to shift and rub up against her, as if dozens of tiny hands were mooshing her padding around all at once. “W-wha…wha awe chu…” she sputtered out, unable to form a single sentence thanks to the unreal pleasure she was experiencing.

“Whether or not my goo is attached to me, I can still control it. Makes for quite the diaper filling, doesn’t it?” teased Codi, using her reformed hand to squish the near-overflowing diaper and causing Crissie to let out yet another adorable moan. Taking Crissie by the hand, she led the shaky-legged Little away from the house and back toward the sidewalk. “Come on, the night is young and there’s still plenty of candy to collect, little sis. Or are you too horny to keep going?”

Blushing deep crimson, Crissie allowed Codi to drag her forward, too embarrassed to admit how unfathomably aroused she was. Of course, she wanted to go back to the nursery where it was certain that sexy diaper time was bound to happen. At the same time, though, she didn’t want to rob Codi of her first chance at trick-or-treating. Plus, it wasn’t like the nursery was going anywhere. With the goo in her diaper refusing to let up, she shuffled behind her new crush, ready for a fun night of yummy candy and even yummier diaper play.

Meanwhile, sitting on her porch out in front of her house with her bowl of candy in hand, the woman from the first house they visited reclined in her seat with a warm blanket over her lap, enjoying the chilly nighttime air. By now, she knew that the spell she placed on those cookies had to have fully taken effect. “Nothing like a little personality swapping to add some excitement to the night,” she said to herself, sipping from her mug of hot cocoa with a devious smile, “Happy Halloween to all and to all a spooky night.”

THE END.

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Bab Rats: Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, hypnosis, gender transformation, breastfeeding, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Strawberry

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*TICK! TOCK! TICK! TOCK!*

The second hand on the analog clock echoed rhythmically across the bright waiting room with blue and pink walls. It was a mostly baron space save for a few waiting chairs and couches, some magazines that no one reads on a coffee table, and a receptionist's desk with no one sitting at it. Needless to say, it wasn’t the friendliest environment for the waiting room of an ABDL diaper company.

That being said, neither of the two people sitting in the waiting room paid any mind to their surroundings. Instead, their thoughts were on the insane roles they were volunteering for within said diaper company. “Please mark all kinks and fetishes you are comfortable with,” read Hanna as she worked through the rather lengthy stack of documents held together by the metal clamp of a clipboard. All of the classics were accounted for, from ageplay and bondage to the more intense topics like body modifications and sensory deprivation. Her face became flushed as she began ticking off box after box.

Likewise, her male counterpart, Sam was equally flustered by the kinks he allowed himself to tick off. He peeked up from his clipboard at Hanna before angling his clipboard away from her further in embarrassment. In the back of his mind, he knew that embarrassed feeling was something he was just going to have to live with from now on. After all, both he and Hanna were willingly handing over their privacy and autonomy to a fetish diaper company.

“HELP WANTED: Does a life filled with adulting wear you down? Do you ever wish you could spend your days living in padded luxury just like CrissieBaby? Well, now you can! The CrissBaby Diaper Company is looking for subjects to participate in our brand-new Bab Rats Program. Members of the Bab Rats Program will live on-site and have all of their needs catered to while working with our team of testing specialists!” That’s what the advertisement said as Hanna and Sam were struggling to find any sort of work. It almost seemed too good to be true, even with the ad’s final caveat, “NOTE: Due to the private nature of our company’s work and the various changes our subjects may sustain during testing, members of the Bab Rats Program will become permanent residents of the CrissBaby Diaper Factory.” It was a dubious warning given in no uncertainty. However, in spite of that warning, Hanna and Sam were merely two of the thousands of hopeful applicants who sought to give up their bodies and souls for a lifetime of free diapers and zero responsibilities.

Signing her name and dating the final page of her contract, Hanna let out an anxious, yet exhilarated sigh. Growing up a sheltered girl from the East Coast, she’d always dreamed about being sent back to diapers against her will and turned into an adult baby for the rest of her life. Little did she know that she’d be sentencing herself to a perma-diapered existence: a thought that made her chuckle as she printed her name on the bottom line.

Sam, meanwhile, was equally as tense as Hanna, though without her excitedly horny energy. On paper, he had everything going for him. He was an attractive guy and a college senior with a bright career in electrical engineering on the horizon. It was his hidden fetish for all things ABDL that inevitably did him in. Part of him didn’t believe he had even the slightest chance of being picked for this program. So, to find himself selected as one of the lucky candidates was as jarring as it was bittersweet. Was he really about to throw away his future like it was nothing? As he hesitantly signed his name in broken cursive, it almost felt as though his right hand was making that choice for him.

“Hey…uh…Sam was it?” said Hanna, her voice catching the intensely focused Sam off-guard. She scooted across the couch she was on, inching closer to him as she continued, “Are we just supposed to hang onto these or do they want us to set them…somewhere…” Her ADHD-riddled brain trailed off as she briefly glanced down at the list of kinks he had checked off.

It took Sam a few seconds to register what she was looking at. He immediately shielded his clipboard again, this time wrapping an arm around it and hugging it to his chest. His actions brought additional rosiness to Hanna’s cheeks and caused her to retreat, leaving a strained silence to grow between them.

Mercifully, it was only moments later that the double doors stationed to the left of the reception desk parted, and a smartly dressed woman in a lab coat entered the stilted waiting room. “Hanna? Sam?” she said, waiting for nods of affirmation from her two subjects before continuing, “Excellent! My name is Dr. Isla Madrigal. I’ll be overseeing your progress throughout the Bab Rats Program. Think of me as your new boss…or caregiver. Whatever fills your diaper. If you’ll please follow me, we can get started,” Pushing up her glasses on the bridge of her nose, she spun around on her back foot and opened one of the doors widely for Hanna and Sam not unlike an owner luring pets into a cage.

Hanna promptly stood up and let in a deep lungful of air. She was ready for the rest of her life to begin. Shoving any lingering doubts to the back of her mind, she approached Dr. Madrigal and handed her the keys to her life in the form of a thoroughly vetted contract. “Th-thank you,” she said, her voice cracking slightly due to the height disparity between herself and the kind doctor.

“Of course, Hanna,” said Dr. Madrigal, shifting the clipboard under her arm and petting Hanna’s head softly. She smiled down at the pink-haired shorty, mentally noting how easy it was to make Hanna blush and how dutifully she submitted. Her attention then turned to Sam, who had yet to leave his seat, “Samuel, I’m afraid we must get a move on.”

“O-One second,” stuttered Sam as he frantically moved to finish his documents. He’d never been a speedy test-taker in school, which was unfortunately a trait that carried over to his adult life. He quickly ticked off a few more fetish boxes, wanting to make sure he didn’t leave anything out before scribbling his name on the bottom line. If only he had taken his time, he may have noticed that one of his checkmarks was a tad longer than the others, stretching into the box directly above it. Sadly, he failed to notice this as he rushed to hand off his clipboard to Dr. Madrigal.

With both clipboards in hand, Dr. Madrigal waved Sam and Hanna through the double doors and into a narrow hallway that looked akin to something one would find in a hospital. The blank, white walls were lined with various numbered doors, giving the space a sterile feeling that only bolstered Hanna and Sam’s unease. Thankfully, it wasn’t a far walk from the waiting room to their next destination.

“Ah, here we are!” said Dr. Madrigal as they arrived at a door with the number, 1096, hanging in its center. She unclipped her badge from the breast pocket of her lab coat and scanned it on the card reader to unlock the door, “Welcome to your new home.”

When the ad promised that members of the Bab Rats Program were going to live like CrissieBaby, they meant it. The nursery that Hanna and Sam were ushered into was like something out of an ABDL wet dream. From high-end tech pieces such as the Walker Pro and Auto-Changer to the diaper shelves filled with every variety of CrissBaby brand diapers under the sun, this was a diaper fanatics paradise. Neither Sam nor Hanna could hold back their child-like wonder as they stared across the landscape of their new nursery with mouths agape.

However, for as eager as Hanna and Sam appeared to be to dive head first into all the fun their new surroundings could provide, neither subject moved far beyond the doorway as if waiting for someone to pinch them and wake them up. Luckily, Dr. Madrigal was standing by to reassure them that their new home wasn’t going anywhere. “Make yourselves at home, cuties! You have a bit of time before our first scheduled tests so feel free to play and explore the area,” she said before gesturing to the large pane of glass line positioned on the wall behind her, “If at any time you need anything, either myself or a member of my staff will be in that room monitoring your progress.”

With such an onslaught of important information being thrown at them both visually and verbally, Dr. Madrigal could practically hear the dial-up internet tone ringing over both their heads as they processed what she had said. “W-Wait. We’re living here…together?” said Sam, his big smile fading into concern as he noticed the pair of cribs sitting next to each other, one pink and one blue. It was a tough pill for his ego to swallow as he realized he would now have to share this giant, one-room nursery with an attractive girl while being diapered 24/7, “Why can’t we have our own rooms? No offense, by the way, Hanna.”

“None taken,” chimed in Hanna, who was also grappling with the idea that she would now have to change both her clothes and diapers in the presence of a guy she’d just met, “Or how about maybe we could at least get like a barrier for the changing table? I can be flexible.”

Sadly, Dr. Madrigal could only shake her head at Hanna and Sam’s earnest request. “Apologies but the Bab Rats Program works off a buddy system for both accountability and emotional support. I’m afraid you’ll be bunking together for the foreseeable future,” she said, playing up her sorrow for their situation. In reality, this was her program, and she intended to keep it running like a well-oiled despite any reservations her subjects may have initially, “As for privacy, I’m afraid it’s of vital importance that you both remain visible to my staff and me at all times. I’m afraid that subsequently means you’ll remain visible to each other as well.”

Hanna and Sam were left speechless by this news, with neither of them possessing a single argument to aid their cause. All they could do was slowly come to terms with the conditions of their new living arrangements. They supposed they shouldn’t have necessarily been surprised by the lack of privacy but it was still a shock to the senses to be told all personal privacy was now revoked. Like it or not, they were now roommates living under the watchful eye of the CrissBaby Diaper Company.

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*

“Oh, shoot! That’s the alarm for my next meeting. I hate to cut our intro short but I really must get a move on,” said Dr. Madrigal, backing away from her subjects and stepping through the doorway as she spoke, “I’ll be back later today to conduct your first tests. Try to get yourselves cozy in the meantime. Have fun!”

And with that, the door sealed behind her, leaving Hanna and Sam alone together once again. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, Sam knew the first thing he wanted to do was make sure Hanna felt safe around him. “Um, we can work out a system so that we don’t peek at each other whenever we change,” he said, his focus struggling to avoid the eye-candy buffet of ABDL products scattered about.

“Y-yeah, we can always just stand in the corner Blair Witch style if we have to,” responded Hanna, chuckling at her own joke. Unfortunately, based on the odd look Sam gave her, he wasn’t super familiar with the reference. Clearing her throat, she extended a hand toward Sam, “I’m sure we’ll figure something out. Now, I say we try to stop worrying and enjoy ourselves a little. I mean, you can’t tell me you don’t want to try out like everything in here.”

Snickering alongside Hanna, Sam knew he couldn’t deny the truth in Hanna’s statement. “Oh, I most definitely do. Guess we both have to get used to being our diaper pervy-selves around each other,” he said, placing his hand in Hanna’s and shaking hands with his new roomie, “Also, dibs on the Walker Pro first.”

Playfully pouting in response to Sam’s diligent dib-calling, Hanna responded, “Not if I get there first!” Without warning, she abruptly broke from the handshake and took off running in the direction of the Walker Pro.

Not wanting to concede to Hanna, Sam giggled as he chased after her. “Oh, no, you don’t!” he shouted, casting aside any concerns he had and taking a moment to enjoy everything that CrissBaby Diaper Co had to offer.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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