Big Sis Criss, Pt. 2
Crissie sat at her computer desk, typing away on her new story. I’d been over a month and never before had she been so excited to wake up each day. She loved putting her writing out there for the world to see, as well as reading all of the lovely responses to her writing. Making others happy gave her such a thrill.
However, while Miss Snorington kept her subbie side satisfied, there was one thrill that Crissie was sorely missing. It wasn’t obvious just from looking at her, Crissie had a massive dom side that she was aching to appease.
Just as Crissie was putting the finishing touches on her latest draft, a message popped up on screen, the kind of message that she hadn’t seen since she first arrived.
It read, “Is someone tired of being little?”
Crissie looked around her. She’d given no indication that she was unsatisfied. Could her captor read her thoughts somehow? Crissie sat up in her chair, squishing the obscene amount of mush that she’d yet to have cleaned up. “Yes,” she said, feeling a bit embarrassed to be talking to no one.
It didn’t matter how foolish she felt, because only one second later, another message popped up, only this one didn’t have any text written on it. Instead, the pop up window displayed a small black screen with a pink dot in its center. Crissie took hold of her mouse and moved the cursor over to the glowing pink circle. She hesitated for a second before clicking on it.
“What’s the worst that can happen?”
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Crissie couldn’t be happier that she’d decided to trust her captor on this one. She loved the way her tight latex suit hugged and caressed every inch of her body, not to mention the way it squeezed her diaper, which was still a must for her, even if she was in the role of Big Sis Criss. As she sat on top of Sissy Baby Kylie, she was happy to finally feel the excitement of making someone quiver at your every word. Shee would be her third tonight, and in this room, she could make anything happen.
Snapping her fingers, Crissie materialized a big Hitachi wand in the palm of her hand. She snapped again, causing the vibrator to fly out of her hand and bring itself under and up Kylie’s baby dress. She watched Kylie’s face patiently, as the vibrator finally made contact with her hilariously wide diapey!
“AHHHHHHHH!” screamed Kylie, as she wiggled and moaned under Crissie’s weight. Her sissy clitty, which was already standing at full attention, began to pulse and throb, wanting to break free from its soft, padded prison.
Crissie slid off her sissified boi, admiring her handy work. Still, she felt she needed to step up her game. She’d had her fun with spanking, punishing and humiliating the other sissies that came before Kylie, but anyone could smush a vib into someone’s nappy. This was her fantasy dungeon. She could do whatever she wanted to. Why should she limit herself to real world applications?
Lightbulb.
A terribly evil and devious thought entered Crissie’s brain, “She said she wanted my help making stickies. Well, that’s why they say to be careful what you wish for.”
Big Sis Criss raised her right hand and snapped her fingers once more. She mused at Kylie as she squirmed around on the bed, trying to figure out what Crissie had done...but nothing happened.
That’s when Crissie started to giggle, “No need to be nervous, baby. Big Sis made three humongous changes that she thinks you’ll like!”
Crissie once again mounted her steed and prepared to do battle. She was so excited to play with her new toy, and she knew exactly where to start.
Without mercy, Crissie began to tickle Kylie’s stomach, causing the little sissy to wriggle around under her big sissy.
“Stop! It’s too much!” Kylie yelled, powerless to alter her situation in any way.
Suddenly, Kylie felt the front of her diaper growing damp and warm around her crotch. A mix of panic and pleasure rose within the newly made sissy. On one hand, peeing yourself with no warning was very concerning. On the other hand, the added moisture made the diaper filling more pliable for the vibrator that had wedged itself between him and his rider.
Crissie started to grind, savoring the shockwaves of arousal that shot throughout her body. She joined in with Kylie and began to wet her own diaper, suffocating the wand between two damp pampers.
“First change: anytime someone tickles you, you will pee yourself uncontrollably.”
Crissie then leaned forward, bringing their torsos together as her face crept towards Kylie’s. She reveled in the pure vulnerability and unabashed horniness that filled her eyes.
“Second change: anytime someone kisses you, you will shit yourself uncontrollably.”
Kylie’s eyes went wide as Crissie slammed her lips on hers and the two began passionately making out. And just like Big Sis Criss had said…
SPLOOOOORRRCH!
Kylie moaned loudly as a ceaseless flood of her own waste was unloaded into the seat of her nappy. The mess was soft and squishy, like slime heated up in a microwave. And the rush of goopy mush showed no signs of slowing down, so long as Crissie’s lips were attached to hers.
After 30 seconds of relentless lip smacking, Crissie finally came up for air. Kylie laid motionless, exhausted from the massive dump she’d just endured. She squeezed her legs slightly, feeling what must’ve been 10 to 20 pounds of fresh, sissy manure packed inside her straining nappy. Her reprieve didn’t last long though, as deep within the base of her boy pussy, Kylie began to feel a mounting pressure.
Crissie snapped her fingers, stopping the vibrator and allowing it to drop onto the bed. Kylie wouldn’t be needing it anymore anyways.
“Third change: the great equalizer! However much poop you add to your diaper will result in you cumming the exact same amount! Sissy Baby Kylie did tell me she wanted to make stickies!”
Kylie’s fear was maxing itself out. This was all too much! If she jizzed as much as she pooped herself, then she’d need to ejaculate, quite literally, a shit load of semen.
Inside of Kylie’s diaper, her sack began to swell with large quantities of spunk, causing the contents of the diaper to displace itself around the steadily growing testicles. Meanwhile, Kylie could feel her internal climax building with each passing second. Her penis grew within the soggy diaper, growing to a size that she’d never before achieved.
Big Sis Criss snapped her fingers once again, causing the dress and its accompanying petties to disappear in an instant. All that remained was Kylie’s stockings, gloves and of course, her insanely full diaper.
A devilish grin was painted onto Crissie’s face. Kylie’s penis was causing the moist padding to tent upward by almost a foot and a half. It was like the diaper had cartoon physics. And the worried look on the sissy’s face was all Crissie needed to see that this would be the biggest climax she’d ever witnessed. Eagerly, she bounced back up to the bed, taking a seat on his hardened phallus and crushing it beneath her padded booty.
The end was certainly nigh. Kylie’s breathing had accelerated to the point that it sounded like she was about to give birth. And judging from the size of her balls, she just might!
Crissie craned her head back to view just how big Kylie’s twins had gotten. From Crissie’s perspective, it looked as though a pumpkin had been shoved down the front of her sissy’s diaper. She bit her lip and raised her right hand. This would send him over the edge for sure.
With a giant slap, Big Sis Criss brought her hand down and slammed it on the bulk of padding beneath her.
An ugly sound blurted out from Kylie’s mouth as she gasped for air. She’d reached her summit and was about to jump all the way back down.
Her first shot of seed launched itself with enough force to break through the front of the diaper, splattering a helpless Crissie with gallons of gooey spunk like a volcanic eruption. Unfortunately for Big Sis Criss, the slipperiness of the sperm combined with the sleekness of her latex outfit, causing her butt to slide backwards and her face to fall forwards.
This coincided with Kylie’s next splash of cream, which aimed itself directly into Crissie’s open mouth, gagging her with several loads of sissy semen. Her hands moved forward and pressed down on the geyser of sperm that was shooting hard enough to paint the ceiling.
Finally, after an endless minute of fluids spraying in all directions, Kylie’s now aching member was sputtering out its final drops.
No longer feeling so dominant, Crissie rolled herself off of the bed, landing on the floor with a big splat. She panted heavily, “I...I think I’m...done...with Big...Sis Criss...for a while.” And with those final words she passed out in a puddle of ejaculate.
Up on the bed, Kylie laid still, with a twisted smile on her semen coated face. Her mind was shattered. Lost in her own personal world of pleasure, she closed her eyes, feeling euphoric waves continue to ripple throughout her body.
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Kyle gasped as his eyes shot open. He sat upwards quickly, scrambling to gain a sense of his surroundings. He looked around, seeing that he was back in his room, lying on his bed in a pool of his own sweat. The diaper he was still wearing had puffed out tremendously, swollen with Kyle’s secreted liquids.
“It was all a dream,” he said to himself, feeling a bit relieved that he didn’t actually experience something that crazy.
Looking at his bedside clock, Kyle was surprised to see that only 20 minutes had passed, as if what happened to him happened in real time. Regardless, he knew he needed to get changed and dispose of the evidence fast before his roommates returned. He stood up and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
But, just as Kyle was about to remove the diaper from his waist, he felt the need to go number two grow within him. “I guess having a dream where you shit as much as a horse will do that to you,” he thought to himself, grinning as he remembered what had to be the best wet dream of his life.
Not wanting to waste a good diaper, Kyle squatted down and emptied his bowels into the seat of his pants. His nightly prune juice cocktail made certain that Kyle’s poopsies were always soft and large. He smiled gleefully and jumped backwards onto the bed, landing with a big SQUISH!
Kyle’s smile soon started to fade though, as a familiar feeling began to rise in his genitalia. His hands rushed to his diapered front, sending an electric shock throughout his body, as his fingers made contact with his increasingly sensitive crotch.
Seconds later, Kyle was unleashing a torrent of semen into the front of his diaper, leaving him prone and drooling on his bed. His mind was in a frenzy. If pooping his diaper made him cum buckets, then what happened must not have been a dream!
Kyle meekly reached out for his phone and pulled up CrissieBaby’s DeviantArt page. As he stared blankly into her profile picture, he could’ve sworn that for a brief moment, the photo winked at him.
A sly grin appeared on his face as he clicked the watch button, hoping someday that he might be lucky enough to be her subby sissy again. He shut his phone off and laid back onto his pillow, too tired to even think about changing himself.
“Not bad for a Friday night in.”