Big Sis Criss, Pt. 1

It was almost midnight on a Friday night and Kyle was laying on his bed. All of his college roommates were out making memories that would last until the next drink hit. Meanwhile, here he was, a phone in his left hand, while his right hand was...a little busy at the moment.

You see, Kyle had no desire to go out and drink until he couldn’t stand. His interests were a bit more niche and he relished the opportunity to indulge in them while he added the apartment all to himself.

Kyle’s right hand was rubbing furiously, stroking and kneading the yellow-stained Megamax that covered his lower half. It was Kyle’s favorite way to masturbate, and his roommates being gone meant that he wouldn’t have to sneak around during clean-up.

He was so close to climaxing, but he wouldn’t let himself finish just yet. He had to find the perfect video, story or piece of art to bring his masturbatory session to a close.

Tabbing over to DeviantArt, Kyle looked through the most recent posts under the “ABDL” tag. That’s when he stumbled across a deviation titled “Kelly’s New Dolly.” He wasn’t usually into forced babyfication or sissy stuff. He thought of himself as much more of a DL than an AB. But, as he continued to read, he couldn’t help but start to feel really hot from how the situation was playing out. He was massaging his diaper front so hard that he barely had time to react as he hit the point of no return. He read the climax of the story as he climaxed into his pampers.

Kyle panted in a strange combination of euphoria and shock. Normally, he had complete control over his ejaculations, but for some reason, this one came up out of nowhere. It was powerful and impossible to stop.

“H  e  y”

As his peen began to shrink back down, he thought he could hear a small female voice calling out to him. Did he accidentally butt dial someone?! Panicked, he picked up his phone again, only to find a swirling pink and purple spiral on the screen.

“D  o y  o  u    w  i s  h t  o j  o i  n    m  e  ?”

The combination of the swirling spiral and the soft, feminine voice was intoxicating to Kyle. His penis sprung back to attention inside his nappies. He didn’t know what was going on. Was he dreaming? A bit of drool crawled out of the corner of his mouth, as he mindlessly nodded his head.

“T  h e  n t  o u  c  h     y  o u  r s  c r  e e  n”

His hand moved upwards on his own, inching towards the glass texture of his phone screen. In the back of his mind, he knew this was stupid. It’s not like touching his phone would actually do anything. He must’ve just clicked on an ad or something. Still, he felt compelled to listen.

The instant that his finger made contact, everything went dark. Kyle could no longer feel, hear or see anything.

----------------------------------------

Kyle felt cool air enter his mouth, as he took in a deep exhale that brought him back to consciousness. It was odd. He still couldn’t see anything, but he could feel something smooth, like silk, wrapped around his face. He couldn’t move much either. His arms and legs had something around them to hold them in place.

Kyle was trapped! He wiggled as much as he could, finding he was really only able to shift his midsection around. That’s when he noticed the captivating sound of heavy crinkling enter his ears. He squeezed his thighs slowly, confirming that he was indeed wearing a diaper. Except this was a diaper much thicker than the one he’d been wearing at home. This one was so big that he couldn’t even bring his knees together.

Panic started to rise within him. Kyle screamed out, “Hello?! Is anybody there?!”

A mischievous laugh echoes throughout the room in response, “Did I do something to make you think you were alone?” Kyle felt the heat of someone’s breath on the side of his face, sending chills throughout his whole body

A soft hand reached up and untied the silk cloth that was blocking Kyle’s vision. Blinding light filled his sight for a moment while his eyes adjusted to their new surroundings. However, despite the fact that he was now able to see, he still couldn’t believe exactly what he was seeing.

Kyle was lying in the middle of what looked to be a Baby BDSM dungeon wearing nothing but the largest diaper he’d ever laid eyes upon. The room was filled with a plethora of racks, stockades and cages that would make any bondage baby sweat. Though, unlike the normal aesthetics of a BDSM dungeon, this room was plush and pastel. All of the restraints looked so  soft and delicate to wear, including the ones wrapped around his wrist and ankles, making this room very much an A-BDSM dungeon.

In any other circumstance, he would be loving this scenario. But since he had no idea what was going on, the panic he was feeling outweighed his desire to be horny.

That was something that a certain brown-haired vixen would need to change, “Relax honey. You’re safe with me.”

A cool, latex glove caressed his cheek, while holding his head in place. He tried to rotate his head to see his captor, but she was standing just out of view.

“Mmmm! I love when you girls are super nervous. It really gets me wet!” The hand slapped Kyle gently across the face. Footsteps were heard circling around him and he was finally able to see who was with him. It was a girl who dressed in a fully pink latex bodysuit with a very noticeable diaper bulge underneath. And it wasn’t just the bodysuit that was pink. Everything from her nails to her lipstick was painted in a slathering of the bright, goddy color.

Kyle didn’t know why, but he swore this girl was somehow familiar. He stared at her for a while, trying to place where he’d seen her before. That’s when he saw the pink, blue and white ribbon that she had in her hair. She may have been wearing a different outfit, but the bow was the same!

“Wait, CrissieBab-” Kyle was cut off, as the gloved hand moved quickly to cover his mouth.

Crissie climbed on top of him and leaned in close, so that her eyes were hovering directly above his. She spoke in a sultry tone, “There we go. I knew you’d remember me. Except, I’m not the one who’s gonna be babied today.”

Crissie placed a hand on Kyle’s diaper, melting down all of his defenses in an instant. He’d never had anyone touch him sexually before, much less someone who would engage in his fetish with him. Now he was strapped down, unable to prevent Crissie from doing anything she wanted to him.

“I’m happy to see you’re giving in so easily,” said Crissie, smirking as she snapped her fingers. “Now, let’s get you all dressed up, my little sissy.”

Before Kyle could even react, he felt his arm and leg restraints begin to lift. He’d only glanced at them, so he didn’t notice that the cuffs that wrapped around his wrists and ankles weren’t actually attached to anything. Instead, they appeared to be held in place by some sort of magic. A magic that Crissie clearly had full control over.

Just as Kyle was about to ask her about all of this, he felt a strangely smooth sensation moving up his legs as the ankle restraints gave way. He looked down, seeing a pair of silky, white stockings making their way towards his waist. He wiggled as best as he could, but was unable to stop the sentient stockings from placing themselves over his massive diaper, and encasing his legs in their softness.

Next came two light pink opera gloves that floated through the air. The waist cuffs let go of Kyle’s arms. “This might be the only chance I get,” thought the unfortunately doomed diaper boy. He waved his arms wildly, trying his best to keep the gloves from sealing themselves onto him.

Crissie giggled at his futile attempts to stop the inevitable. She snapped her fingers again, a toothy grin curling on her face. She always enjoyed watching them struggle.

The snap caused a very different reaction than before. The stockings that were stretched delicately across Kyle’s lower half began to move, giving the sensation of being groped by a bunch of invisible hands.

Kyle’s breathing started to pick up, as he was truly powerless to resist their sensual touch. His arms relaxed at just the wrong moment and the gloves seized their opportunity.

And just like that, Kyle was back to square one. Both his arms and his legs were outside of his control. Making everything better worse was that the rub down he was getting from the stockings showed no signs of stopping.

Crissie snapped her fingers again, and the gloves raised themselves high in the air. It didn’t take a genius to know what was coming next, not that it stopped Kyle from dreading his impending doom. The gloves and the stockings only meant one thing. Kyle was being sissified and the grand finale was on its way.

Kyle couldn’t believe his eyes when the outfit finally came into frame. He’d seen outfits like this online, but never did he have any intention of wearing one. Before him was a knee-length, pink and puffy babydoll dress, along with several massive tulle petticoats. One by one, each petticoat was dropped down over his head and stationed itself tightly on his waist. His penis grew even more excited as the sensual fabric swished and swayed over his sensitive skin.

By the time they were done, the flouncy petties stood erect at a three foot radius in each direction, with Kyle standing at its center. They also did absolutely nothing to cover up the diaper. The ungodly thickness of the plastic pamper was enough to push the petties wide.

Finally, it was time for the main event. The dress floated overtop of Kyle’s head. He whimpered as the ball of fabric came towards him. His fingertips grazed the buttery smooth satin slip that coated the underside of the gown. He stifled back a series of giggles as the ruffles tickled his chest and tummy. He was glad that his face was buried in the dress so that Crissie couldn’t see him struggle to regain his composure.

At last, the dress finished lowering itself into place. Kyle felt like he’d fallen into the center of a large cupcake. The swaths of pink, glittery fabric made him blush brightly.

Crissie, on the other hand, was enjoying every second of this. She loved it when sissy bois flushed with an alluring combination of embarrassment and sexual desire.

“Don’t worry, my little sissy princess. I’m going to make you feel really good,” with the snap of her fingers, Crissie commanded the clothes to do their thing. The result was similar to what Kyle had been feeling from the stockings, only now it was happening all over his entire body. The soft and sleek textures that massaged him were too much to handle. It was sensory overkill.

Crissie snapped a second time and the clothing carried him across the room, towards a dungeon bed, with a big, pink metal frame that extended all around. It was covered with pink and white striped satin sheets.

Kyle was sprawled out on top of it. He felt himself sink into the plush mattress as the fabric began to rub with more intensity.

Feeling his mind start to melt away, Kyle weakly cried out, “C-Crissie-”

“Shhhhh!” Crissie placed her latex covered finger gently on Kyle’s quivering lips, “Only dommie mommies and daddies can call me CrissieBaby, not little sissy babies like yourself. You will address me as Big Sis Criss, or you will find your talking privileges revoked. Do you understand?”

I nodded quickly, not wanting to give my new Big Sis any reason to punish me further.

“Good, now Kylie, what was it wanted to tell me?”

Kylie stared into Criss’ pink, hypnotising eyes, feeling all of her worries fade into the deep recesses of my brain. She knew she wasn’t really a sissy... or was she? It didn’t even matter right now! Every inch of my body felt like the tip of a penis and the sensitivity only grew with each passing second. With a shaky voice, Kylie spoke, “Can you help me make stickies, Big Sis Criss?”

Kylie didn’t even know where those words came from! But they felt so natural to say. Maybe she really did want this. It just felt so good to submit.

Crissie chuckled excitedly, thrilled to have another new sissy girl to play with.

“That’s what I thought! You and I are going to have lots of fun together!”

TO BE CONTINUED...