Sissy's First Slumber Party, Pt. 2

I felt like I was about to burst. Every movement I made was accompanied by a deep sloshing sound. Becca wasted no time plopping bottle after bottle of rich, creamy baby formula into my mouth. And any attempt at stopping her was futile.

After the three bottles were complete, I started to sit up, only to be held back down by Becca. “Who said dinner was over, baby?” I broke into a cold sweat as my sister and her friends circled around once more, each one of them holding a bottle of their own. “You must be quite thirsty after all that yummy food.”

What proceeded was a non-stop onslaught of more liquid than I knew I could hold. Each girl’s bottle was filled with either water or milk. I knew all of this dairy couldn’t end well. My sister knew I was lactose intolerant. But if I showed any sign of slowing down, the girls would just squeeze the bottle and force my mouth to fill. My stomach ached and groaned quite audibly.

Once the final bottle was downed, I let out the biggest belch of my entire life. The girls all giggled and cooed. Several hands found their way to my bulging midsection, rubbing and pressing against it.

Soon, the girls had me back on my feet. My steps were a bit shaky as I was unused to carrying this many fluids within me at once, not to mention the 12 diapers that separated my legs. Luckily, it wasn’t a far trip to my sister’s bedroom. The girls plopped me down onto the bed, giving me a chance to catch my breath.

Out of the crowd of girls came my sister, who walked right up to me and grabbed my chin. “Alright, it’s time to get our little sissy dressed for the sleepover. Any protests you make will result in you going over Kiah’s lap.” My eyes darted over to Kiah, who sported a vicious smile while cracking her knuckles. As much as I didn’t want to, letting my sister and the other girls turn me into a dress-up doll was the better option.

What followed can only be described as a effeminate nightmare. The girls rolled a pair of long white stockings with little pink bows up my legs, rubbing them sensually all the while and cooing, “What soft, girly legs you have, princess.” The result was an immediate reaction in my diapers, with my little buddy struggling to push through the cloud of fluff strapped to my waist.

Becca must’ve noticed, because she walked right up to me and tugged on the front of my waistband. “That little stiffy looks a bit uncomfortable. Here, let me help you out.” She pulled out a large cup of warm water from behind her back and poured a tidal wave’s worth into my thirsty undergarments. The thick walls of padding that hugged my crotch began to moisten and my penis found it much easier to prod against the squishy padding that surrounded it. She then emptied the rest of the bottle of lotion until the entire inside of the diaper was coated with the stuff.

The girls got right back to work, pulling out what looked to me like a giant wad of cotton candy. However, as they unfurled it, I could make out what appeared to be a wide and puffy party dress. I tried to resist, but that landed me in Kiah’s lap, where a few hard smacks was all it took to make me submit. If only it stopped at a few hard smacks. Kiah went to town on my butt cheeks. Even beneath 12 diapers, I could still feel the sharp pain of each impact. To top it off, my dick was still smothered in copious amounts of baby lotion that had been so lovingly squirted down the front of my pants, and the effect it was having on me was quite obvious for all the girls to see.

This couldn’t get any worse!

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!

That’s when it happened. As Kiah’s hand met my backside for the final time, my bowels gurgled and my guts churned as I let out the largest, wettest fart of my life. Kiah shoved me off of her lap and covered her nose.

“Uh oh! Is the big baby’s stomach a bit rumbly,” said Kiah, her voice barely audible from the chorus of laughter that filled the room. “We’d better get HER dressed before she has an accident.”

Hearing Kiah refer to me as a girl was the last straw, I broke down in uncontrollable tears. Part of me hoped my sobbing would earn me a bit of sympathy, but instead, I was met with the cold and dominating glances of the girls around me, who knew they had broken me.

I put up no fight as the massive ball of silk, satin and chiffon was placed over my head. They completed the ensemble with a darling pink bow, some large fuzzy slippers and a pair of silk mittens that forcefully balled up my hands, removing any means of escape. Where did they even get all this stuff anyway?

I think the redness of my face shined brighter than the dress, or anything else in the room for that matter. The dress had massive petticoats built into it, that billowed out all around me. The petties also had the intended effect of showing off my many layers of diapers. I tugged the dress, finding that no matter what I did, my diapers would always be showing.

This only egged on the girls to laugh harder, as they took turns flipping up my skirts and getting quite handsy with my diapers, causing another erection in my lotion filled nappies. “Gotta make sure the baby didn’t wet herself,” Becca whispered in my ear.

They all came in for a big group hug, with me at the center of it. If it weren’t for my current attire, this moment would’ve been pure heaven.

“Now it’s my turn!” shouted a very excited Sarah. The girls escorted me once more, this time to my sister vanity. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was to come. Sarah was studying to be a make-up artist for movies. I’d seen her work before. If I was even slightly recognizable after this, it would be a miracle.

Just as Sarah was about to start, my sister leaned in, placing her arms over my head to present her phone to me. “If you resist, then this little video might find itself up on Facebook.” Abby hit play on her phone and forced me to relive the massive gas attack. She pulled her phone back and kissed me on the head, leaving me in Sarah’s capable hands.

I have no idea how much time Sarah took with my makeover. Even the other girls got bored watching after a while. Not that Sarah minded. She was in her element, painting my face and doing up my hair with delicate precision.

Meanwhile, my insides continued to churn. Several other farts and belches occured during my make-up tutorial, as much body continued to do its best to work through all of that dairy. Mostly though, it felt like my bladder was going to explode. Several small trickles found their way into my diaper, but I managed to fend off a full-blown accident.

Finally, Sarah was finished, as she rotated my chair towards the mirror. The result was surreal. I looked at the reflection, seeing a completely different person. Before me sat a beautiful girl, with plump-looking lips, giant eyes, and soft, rounded features. My hair wasn’t very long, but Sarah had managed to set me up with matching space buns on each side of my head.

It was bizarre, but the longer I looked at myself in the mirror, the more and more I started to like my reflection...this better not awaken something in me!

Sarah gave a big yawn and laid down on the bed next to the other girls. That’s when I looked around the room and noticed that I was the only one conscious. I might be able to escape this yet. I stood up and waddled like a sumo wrestler on uneasy legs towards the door. Between the crinkling of diapers and the rustling of the dress, each step came with a wealth of noise. Still, I managed to make it to the door without alerting the others.

The door became my next obstacle. With my hands still balled up in mittens, it took some careful maneuvering to turn the door knob. After about 15 minutes, I was finally able to pull enough leverage to unlatch the door. I quietly stepped out of the room and gently closed the door behind me. At last, this nightmare would soon be-

“Where do you think you're going?”

Her icy voice sent a shiver down my spine. I turned to face the living room, seeing Becca sitting on the couch with a duffle bag by her side. “I bet you’ve been wondering where the girls got some of this stuff, huh?”

I nodded my head yes.

“You see, this was all my ex-boyfriend's stuff. He left it at my place when he moved out and was probably too embarrassed to ask if I ever found it. I thought about throwing it away, but…” Becca walked up to me. I was ready to endure even more punishment, but instead, all I felt was a gentle hand caressing my head, “...something inside me was always a little sad I never got to try this out with him.”

Her eyes locked onto mine. They were almost hypnotic, as she looked at me with a mix of dominance, compassion and arousal. “So what do you say? Do you want to be my baby girl?”

My heart skipped a beat. My thoughts were so muddy, a result of the stressful and exhausting evening. I didn’t even get the chance to respond before my bladder decided to give up the good fight.

The sound of me flooding my diapers was all the confirmation that Becca needed, as a coy smile crept across her face. She placed a hand on my diaper, feeling the padding swell into the palm of her hand. I stood there peeing for well over two minutes. By the time I was done, I had soaked through all 12 diapers, visible by the large yellow stain that had emerged on the outermost layer.

Becca removed her hand and led me into my bedroom, my legs shaking with every waddle. Once inside, she pushed me back onto the bed and got to work tying my hands and feet to my bed posts.

What happened next was the biggest shock of all. Becca lowered her pajama bottoms, revealing her own diaper, which looked like it had definitely gotten some use in. “Like what you see?” she said while rubbing her hand across her padded posterior. I nodded my head feverishly.

Becca got onto the bed and straddled me, settling her diaper against mine; the weight of her on top of me caused a bit of pain in my abdominal region. She then reached into her duffle bag and pulled out a vibrating wand. “I’m gonna show you just how good your diapers can feel.” She placed the wand in between our padding and flipped the switch on.

My mind went blank. I couldn’t move, breathe or do much of anything but lay on the bed and let Becca have her way with me. She grinded her soggy pamps on top of mine, pushing the unrelenting vibrations and globs of lotion against my cock in the most pleasurable of ways. My dick was almost in pain with how hard it was. I’d never been able to get myself this stiff on my own.

Becca chuckled at my uncontrollable moans, as she started to tease me, “You like that? You’re nothing more than my big sissy baby bitch.” My face flushed with a rush of excitement and humiliation. My breathing became even more intense as I felt my penis edge further and further towards climax. And that wasn’t the only part of me heading towards a grand finale, as the grip I had on my bowels began to loosen. Becca must’ve noticed this. “If you wanna cum you have to tell how much you want it. How much you love being a sissy baby girl who wants nothing more than to fill her diapers with shit and cum. Say it!” she shouted, moaning into her words.

After everything I’d been through tonight, all of the embarrassment and agony that Becca and the other had put me through, I just wanted that release so bad. I wanted her. I wanted to be hers. I wanted her to love and dote on me. To live only for desire. I screamed at the top of my lungs, “I wanna be your sissy baby girl! Please let me cum in my diapers, Mommy!”

Becca pressed down hard on the wand as she leaned forward onto my stomach and planted her soft, plush lips onto mine.

The result of the increased pressure of the wand and the increased weight on my guts set off an explosive chain reaction. All at once, my bowels evacuated without warning, sending a tsunami of liquid and semi-soft mush into the seat of my diapers. This occurred simultaneously with the greatest and most intense climax of my life. If Becca’s lips weren’t around mine, I might’ve cracked my bedroom windows with how loud I would’ve screamed. My diapers continued to swell with the sticky, brown matter that poured out from my butt. There was no break between the second wave, or the third. It took no time for the globs of poop to find their way to the front of my diaper, coating my still erect penis in a heap of chocolatey sludge. My eyes widened as I came once more.

Finally, it all came to an end. Becca must’ve finished at some point herself. She rolled off and landed on the bed next to me, wrapping her arms around my head and pulling me into her breast. Even if I wanted to get up, my first double orgasm had left my muscles in a state of atrophy.

“I think I need to give my new baby a name. Don’t want anyone else to steal you away.” said Becca in a sweet, sing-songy voice. I craned my head up to look at her comforting smile. “I think I’ll name you Cherry, since you’re gonna be my lovely little sissy cherry-boy forever and ever.” All I could do was smile in approval at my new name. She squeezed me tightly against her breast.

Before long, I blissfully fell asleep in her arms, knowing that my brand new life had only just begun.