Big Sis Criss & the Ballerina Babydoll
SQUIRT SQUIRT
Rhys sat in his bed with his phone in one hand and copious amounts of lotion in the other. His nightly ritual was about to begin.
Thumbing across his multiple saved web pages, Rhys decided to start the night with DeviantArt. However, it must’ve been a day off for most of the content creators he usually followed, as his watch was nearly empty. He clicked on the search bar and typed in “abdl” to see if there were any new artists or writers worth watching, specifically any new ones about sissy dollification, which was secretly his deepest fantasy. He scrolled for a few seconds before happening upon a story he’d never seen before.
“Big Sis Criss,” muttered Rhys as his thumb tapped on the title. He’d seen a few CrissieBaby stories floating around before but had never read any of them. Since it was his first story of the night, he thought he might as well see what the fuss was about.
Wrapping his fingers delicately around his already swollen member, Rhys began with small rubs, teasing his throbbing cock. He liked the build-up more than anything, so savoring the shockwaves his body felt from his light touch was pure ecstasy to him.
Partway into the story, the main character entered Crissie’s BDSM dungeon, which was good enough for Rhys to click away from the story. It wasn’t that it was necessarily a turn-off for him. It just didn’t have much interest, even if it did involve diapers.
When Rhys tried to hit backspace, though, nothing happened. He tried again, then again, until he was frustratedly tapping at his phone. Suddenly, his phone completely glitched out and a set of letters rose from the distorted pixels.
W e c a n m a k e a m o r e e n g a g i n g s t o r y t o g e t h e r i f y o u ‘ d l i k e
The pixels parted to form a pink spiral that spun at a steady pace. He clicked the power button on his phone, but the darn thing refused to shut off. “Come on, you piece of junk! Work!”
Out of rage, Rhys tapped the screen of his phone as hard as he could...and everything went dark. He couldn’t see or feel anything.
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Rhys’s eyes flickered open. He felt as though he weighed a thousand pounds. His limbs really didn’t want to move much after being numb for so long. It only took a few seconds for him to realize that he was no longer in his room. The first thing he noticed was the high bars of what looked to be a crib. He reached to grab onto one of them to help himself sit up, but found he was unable to uncurl his fist. Raising it to his eyes, he found out why. His hand was locked inside of a thick, felt-covered mitten. It was pastel pink, which was Rhys’s favorite color.
“Hmmmmuhh...Huh!?” said Rhys as he tried to call out for anyone to help him, only to become painfully aware of the pacifier that was tied to his head. He reached his hands over to push it off, but couldn’t get a grip without his fingers.
Sitting up quickly and throwing the blanket off of himself in annoyance, Rhys came face to face with an awe-inspiring reality. Not only was he wearing the mittens and the pacifier, but also a pair of matching booties and a comically large diaper that was so wide that it kept his legs spread at a near-constant 90-degree angle.
“HHHHHHHMMFFF!!!” shouted Rhys, his cries muffled by the pink dummy sealed onto his lips. He scooted himself close to the bars, causing his ginormous diaper to shift in an odd, yet sensual way. In defiance of his current anxiety, his flaccid penis rose to full attention, smothered by his pillow of a diaper, forced to indulge in his kink. It may have been scary to wake up like this, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit aroused.
“Good morning, Rhys-es Pieces...no, that’s not it...ooh! Buttercup! That’s a perfect Dolly name! ahem Good morning, Buttercup!”
At last, Rhys’s eyes fell upon another person. Finally, someone who could help him. Only she didn’t look to be in any hurry. She was just sitting there, across from this crib, smiling at him. It was only then that Rhys noticed the outfit that she was wearing, a fully pink, latex bodysuit with a very noticeable diaper bulge underneath. A description he was very recently familiar with. “C-CrissieBaby?” He stuttered in disbelief.
Crissie giggled at her helpless captive, “That’s Big Sis Criss to you, Buttercup!” She got up and walked to the crib, leaning against the bars, “You’ve been very naughty, you know, Rhys. Jerking off to one of my adorable stories, and not even having the gall to finish. The nerve!” She folded her arms, pouting like a child who got the wrong present for Christmas. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”
Rhys rolled his eyes and gestured to the pacifier, “MMMMMF!”
“Oh...eheh...right.” chuckled Crissie as her humorous mistake. She lowered the bars of the crib and unbuckled Rhys’s binky. “Much better-”
“Where the fuck am I and why did you bring me here?!” screamed Rhys directly in Crissies’s face. She backed away quickly, cowering in the seat where she had once felt so powerful.
“Buttercup, calm dowWWAAAA!”
Rhys threw the pacifier at Crissie and hopped off of the crib’s mattress, waddling with every step, “I’m not your fucking plaything, Crissie! You’re gonna let me go and send me home right now, or else I’m gonna-”
SNAP!
All of a sudden, Rhys froze mid-sentence, coinciding with the moment Crissie snapped her fingers. Not only was he unable to speak, but he couldn’t move either. It was as if he were a conscious statute.
Crissie pursed her lips into a very grumpy face and folded her arms, “Unbelievable! You’re such a meanie, Buttercup! After all the work I did to prepare for you, no respect whatsoever!” She over-dramatically threw her arms in the air. “I even took into consideration that you’re not really into BDSM and didn’t tie you up! I’m a good Big Sister!”
Tapping her chin, Crissie tried to think of a way to remedy this situation. She waved her hand, summoning Rhys’s phone to appear. “If you won’t tell me, then I’ll have to figure it out for myself!” Tabbing over to DeviantArt, Crissie started looking through his favorites, trying to figure out what would make Rhys the happiest. After a bit of scrolling, she felt she had him pretty well figured out, “Not my plaything, huh? What a very...specific...choice of words.”
A wicked smile formed on her face. She snapped her fingers again.
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“Ahhhhhh!” yelled Rhys, his eyes shooting open. He sat up hastily, once again waking up in a room he didn’t recognize for the second time in a row. No longer in Crissie’s dungeon, he was now in a bedroom that looked like a Disney princess threw up on it. Everything was pink and sparkly, including the crib he was in, which was even larger than the previous one.
Looking down at himself, Rhys found that he was no longer wearing the mitten-bootie-diaper combo he had been previously. In fact, he wasn’t wearing anything at all. He was fully nude.
Suddenly, the room began to rattle, as if an earthquake was happening. With nowhere to grab, Rhys fell back onto the crib’s mattress, forced to lay prone until the shaking stopped. And when it finally did, he propped himself back up to see the most horrific sight of his life.
“Good morning, again, Buttercup! Such a sleepy baby! Big Sis had to wake you up twice!” said Crissie, her face taking up the entire space of where a wall once stood. Looking at her giant eyes, it suddenly hit Rhys that he couldn’t be more than half a foot tall. Either that or Crissie was now a kaiju.
Crissie reached into the dollhouse and pushed Rhys in the palm of her hand. Able to see her entire body as she lifted him out of the overtly feminine dollhouse, he noticed she was no longer in a skin-tight bodysuit but was instead dressed up as a ballerina, with a wide-brimmed tutu sticking out from her waist. She raised him to meet her at eye level.
Rhys stammered, “I...how did-”
Whatever Rhys was going to ask was instantly cut off as Crissie pressed her pointer finger to his lips. She smirked, “Ta ta ta, Buttercup. No need to thank me. I went through all of your favorite stories on DA and found an interesting commonality. Someone dreams of being a helpless sissy dolly, don’t they?”
Rhys’s cheeks flared up. He had yet to decide if this was the luckiest or most unfortunate day of his life. His penis, however, had certainly already made its choice, standing at full attention.
“I think it’s time we get my new dolly all dolled up!”
GULP
Gripping him firmly so that he couldn’t slip out, Crissie sprinted over to an area of the room filled with dolls that looked to be about the same size as him, all of which wore a gaudy variety of frills, petticoats, and crinolines.
Crissie tossed Rhys in a small basket filled with discarded doll clothing. He tried to stand up and escape, but the wealth of dresses and girlish outfits at his feet threatened to swallow him whole. The fabric around him worked much like quicksand, the more he moved, the more he sank. Trying to get a grip on the slippy, silky fabrics around him only continued to make things worse, something his little buddy would argue against.
By the time Rhys was in deep up to his chest, he had no choice but to stop moving and wait for Crissie to rescue him. He closed his eyes and started to relax in the puddle of doll clothes, slightly enjoying the sensations he got from having them rub him all around whenever he so much as flinched. Despite how overwhelmed he felt, he couldn’t help but feel close to a surprise climax, so he decided to cross his legs to avoid creaming himself. The last thing Crissie needed was any indication he was enjoying himself...because of course, he wasn’t!
Unfortunately, crossing his legs caused him to fully submerge into the ocean of satin and lace. He couldn’t see what was happening, but he suddenly felt the clothes swirling around before he was tightly clasped by Crissie’s hand, along with a handful of dolly dresses. The full-body effect the outfits had on him was too much when combined with Crissie bunching them up around him. He bit down on his tongue and came in Crissie’s hand.
Crissie, meanwhile, was busy picking away dresses one at a time with her fingertips until she finally peeled away the last layer, uncovering Rhys and the distinct stain on the dress near his hips. “Hehe! Did someone have fun playing in the dirty dolly dresses?”
Rhys blushed, unable to deny that he was in the midst of one of his darkest, most erotic fantasies. In that moment, as he looked at Crissie’s pure, delighted smile, he felt the fight in him flee.
“Are you ready to see what Bis Sis Criss picked out for you?” asked Crissie, giving him a gentle kiss on the head. Her huge lips engulfed half of his face in the process.
As Crissie pulled away, the only thing Rhys could think to do was nod his head yes.
Crissie jumped for joy and rushed Rhys over to the dolly dress-up station where a precious pink ballerina outfit with a tutu that stuck out several inches from the leotard, which to Rhys would be more like several feet, was waiting for him. It was an outfit that didn’t seem too dissimilar from Crissie’s current attire. No doubt that was intentional.
“Now, before we get you into your outfit, we need to make sure you don’t have any more silly accidents!” said Crissie, laying down her super blushy dolly and placing several miniature diapers under Rhys’s butt. Again, what was small for Crissie was massive for Rhys. He felt like he was perched on nearly a foot and a half of padding. There was no way Crissie would be able to fit all of these onto him.
Much to Rhys’s shock and awe, Crissie not only managed, she did so incredibly fast. He lost count of how many layers he was wearing at some point. He tried to push himself upright, but he was practically an upside-down turtle, stuck on his back with no autonomy.
“Awww, you look so yummy, I could eat you up!” teased Crissie, rubbing her finger lightly over Rhys’s tummy, who couldn’t help but futilely fight back against the barrage of ticking. After a few seconds of fun, she grabbed his arms and lifting him up so that his feet were dangling.
Crissie proceeded to apply Rhys’s wardrobe one darling piece at a time until he was fully dressed in the wonderfully sissy outfit. He lost himself to his little side and started giggling with glee as his Big Sis showed him off in the mirror.
Crissie laughed along with her bubbly baby doll. “Yay! We’re all matchy!” she shouted, playing with the hem of Rhys’s tutu, “Now, what do you say to your awesomest, loveliest, most bestest big sister?”
“Hehe! Tanks Big Sis Cwiss!” applauded Rhys
Crissie spun around like a ballerina, hugging her dolly close to her chest, something Rhys was keenly aware of. The tight Crissie squeezed him, the more he squeezed in between her boobs. He was thankful the diaper was too thick to show what effect this was having on him.
“Wanna dance with me, Buttercup?!” yelled Crissie, as she placed Rhys’s feet back on the dress-up station table, only letting go once he was stable enough to stand on his own.
Rhys panted heavily. It was hard enough to keep upright with how many diapers he was wearing. How did Crissie expect him to dance?
SNAP!
Music started the second after Crissie snapped, and what followed was unexplainable. Rhys was made prisoner to his own body, as he instantly started his first ballet recital. In spite of how wide his legs were spread, he was still able to perform perfect pirouettes.
Next to him, Crissie did her best to imitate his movement, clumsy flailing around and falling on her padded rump multiple times. No matter how many times she feels though, she always got back up with a big smile on her face, ready to try again.
Crissie’s infectious energy was rubbing off on Rhys in the best of ways. His grin was larger than it had ever been in his entire life. He didn’t care if he was a little winded. He could’ve danced with Crissie forever.
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“A toast to Buttercup! The newest dolly in our family! Cheers!”
Crissie held out her plastic teacup to Rhys and then to the other dolls and stuffed animals that lined the table, all of whom had plastic cups in front of them.
Rhys grabbed his doll size teacup and raised it in solidarity. He blushed at being the center of attention, despite the fact that most of the attendees were inanimate.
Together, Crissie and Rhys downed their first glass of tea. Rhys’s taste buds were in full celebration. It was the most delicious tea he’d ever tasted. As soon as his glass was empty he had to have more.
Crissie felt the same way, wanting nothing more than to slurp down every last drop. “Manners are for grown-ups!” she declared, tossing her cup to the side to instead drink straight from the kettle.
Much like a good little sister should, Rhys copied Crissie’s actions, diving headfirst into the wealth of tea at her disposal. She unapologetically guzzled down the mouthful after mouthful of the divine fluid.
By the time Rhys reached the halfway point on the tea kettle, something strange started to happen. For some reason, Rhys had yet to feel at all full from the tea. Normally, he’d be sick to his stomach after chugging this much liquid. He decided to stop worrying about it and enjoy the heavenly warmth that filled his chest, spreading throughout his entire body and converging back on his beloved diapers. In fact, his diapers were really warm...and...bigger?
Rhys pulled the teapot from his mouth as he investigated his steadily expanding diapers. Splotches of yellow began to seep through to the outermost layer, growing more and more visible by the second. He pressed down on his diaper front, feeling the gentle vibration of urine hitting the walls of a diaper. He was wetting himself and he didn’t even realize it.
At first, Rhys chuckled, indulging in his little side as he was truly wetting his diaper as a good baby should. However, seconds turned into minutes and the end was nowhere in sight. His bladder continued to empty itself. Any attempt to stem the flow was all for not. For some reason, he just couldn’t stop peeing. “Ummm, Cwissie?” he said, feeling both nervous and extremely embarrassed, “My peepee’s not shtawpin.”
“Mmmm?” said Crissie, taking her lips off of the spout, “Oh, silly me, I forgotted. Dis is Miss Snorington’s special tea. She says you can dwink as much as you wan to. Plus it makes it so you’re pee lots and lots! See?” She stood up, her diaper sagging down past the table and out of Rhys’s sightline.
Rhys opened the top of the kettle and tossed the rest of the tea off the side of the table. He wasn’t sure when it would stop, but he was praying to still have some semblance of his bladder control left once he was done.
“You nod thirsty no mo?” asked Crissie, looking sad that her dolly was no longer partaking.
Rhys shook his head no. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, he jiggled the empty tea kettle, “Awll gone!”
Unfortunately, Rhys’s kind gesture was about to backfire horribly. “Oh!” said Crissie, “Dats okie! I have pwenty ta share!” She reached over and picked up Rhys by the diaper, pulling him across the table to the giant teapot. Before he could object, Crissie had filled his mouth with the end of the spout and was tilting it upwards, excitedly exclaiming, “Tell me when you’ve had enough, okie?!”
Rhys waved his arms wildly. Once again, Crissie expected the impossible from her dolly, to speak with his mouth filled. He frantically drank as fast as he could, with the tea doled out at an uncomfortable pace. And yet, no matter how much he drank, he still wasn’t full! Instead, something else filled in its place.
Rhys’s diaper was on a warpath, occupying as much territory as possible. At some point, Crissie was forced to set him down on the table to have him keep drinking, allowing for Rhys to sink into his swollen nappies. His tutu fluffed outward and upward as his diaper grew well past its hem and then some.
Finally, as the teapot was nearly empty, Crissie removed the spout from Rhys’s mouth and finished off the remainder, leaving Rhys gasping for air as he continued his lengthy urination. He wasn’t sure when it would stop but wasn’t even sure that he wanted it to stop anymore. In a state of pure euphoria, he gave in to the Little part of his brain that craved to take control. He playfully bounced in his now basketball-sized diaper, rejoicing in every squelch that it produced.
Crissie slammed the kettle down on the table and let out a mighty belch. She burbled happily as she picked up the mushy pile of pulp that Rhys was resting on.
Once lifted, Rhys sank further into his diaper, as Crissie played with it in her hands. He finally felt his urination trickle to a stop, allowing his body to relax. Surprisingly, despite its absurd size, the diaper didn’t leak a single drop. That simple fact made sure that the padding Rhys was situated in would be saturated to its fullest potential.
Now that his cock was freed from constant piddling, a new phenomenon began to take place in his loins. It was like his penis could feel everything now; every fiber of the soft cotton-mesh diaper crotch and every idle drip of piss that ran down his shaft from the squished padding. It was a horniness, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. His penis strained against the padding, eventually starting to hurt a little as it pressed forcefully into the diaper’s mesh inner layer, begging room to expand.
Looking over at Crissie, it was clear she was going through a similar ordeal, only she was smiling while she rubbed her diaper shamelessly. She looked down at Rhys, delighted by how turned-on he was. “It’s da tea. pant After peeing lots, id feewls weallly funny down there and makes me weally squirty!”
Before she got in too deep, Crissie rushed over and reached into her toy box, returning with a pink Magic Wand vibrator. “Wanna pway a super special game wit me?”
Rhys didn’t hesitate. “Y-yes, Big Sis,” he said, his voice cracking a little. Crissie giggled her way over to him, positioning the vibrator between their two dummy thicc diapers.
No further words were spoken, none were needed. As soon as Crissie flicked the on-button, it was all over for Rhys. His eyes widened in shock before rolling to the back of his head.
Crissie grinded the Magic Wand between them, causing the entire diaper that Rhys had been swallowed up by to vibrate in the most pleasant way possible. His member throbbed with a large rush of blood sent directly to his sex organs. The force was enough to break through the first diaper layer, causing it to fall apart inside of the other plastic nappies as Crissie’s big thrusts mashed the fluff around. He’d never stuck his penis through a wet diaper before, but it was a sensation he wouldn’t soon forget. It was like he’d found the Holy Grail of ways to masturbate in a diaper. He humped in rhythm with Crissie, fueled only by enrapturing desire.
The pair of diaper dorks creamed their pampers many times over the next several minutes until both couldn’t go any longer, collapsing in a state of pure bliss. They both fell asleep across from each other, with Rhys’s hand resting on one of Crissie’s fingers.
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“Crissie?” said Miss Snorington as she entered the nursery with a tray of food, “It’s time for din-Oh my!” She chuckled, covering her fuzzy mouth as she looked down at Crissie and Rhys snoring away in their soaking wet diapers, “Looks like it’s din-din will have to wait. I’ve got a big and little baby to change.”
The stuffed caretaker decided to start with Rhys, lifting his limp body out of the swaths of soggy padding and wiping away all the sticky fluids from his body, before placing him inside of a fresh, snug diaper. It was at this point that Rhys’s eyes reopened, greeted by an oversized Teddy Bear. “I hope you had a good nap, Buttercup.” Having gotten a bit more used to giant, imposing figures, Rhys’s reaction to Miss Snorington was a bit more subdued. After what he’d already seen today, a human-sized living teddy bear didn’t seem like much of a stretch.
Miss Snorington carried Rhys over to the dollhouse, dropping him off in the crib where he started. It felt so weird to be back here again, like he was almost a completely different person than he was when he woke up. What once was so overbearing and terrifying, was now girlishly cozy and cute. It was the dream bedroom he never knew he needed.
“Okay, Rhys, “said Miss Snorington, acknowledging his male name, “Do you see that door over there?” She gestured to the tiny wooden door that wall only a few feet from the crib. “If you walk through there, you’ll be able to return to your world. Of course, if you’re still here when Crissie wakes up, I’m sure she’d love to play with you more.”
The pillowy plushie patted Rhys’s hair, before walking over to Crissie and picking her up. “My goodness, you really did a number on this one, soggy butt,” teased Miss Snorington, as Crissie’s limbs hugged her soft torso.
Crissie looked up for a moment to see Rhys sitting in the dollhouse crib. She grinned and weakly waved before placing her head down on Miss Snorington’s shoulder.
For the first time since he’d been lying in bed at home with one hand his dick and one hand on his phone, Rhys was alone. It felt strange to get a moment's rest after so much non-stop play. He looked over at the door, his ticket home...only he wasn’t sure home was where he wanted to be anymore.
Glancing back down at the crib he was sitting in, Rhys wondered what would happen if Crissie found him lying inside tomorrow morning. Oh, the amazing and humiliating things she would do to him. Taking one last look at the door, he scoffed, before grabbing the plastic bars of the dolly crib and lifting them up. A small click of the bars locking into place ensured he wouldn’t be able to leave, even if he changed his mind. Not that he expected that to happen.
“Maybe I could stay...just for a little while longer.”
THE END.