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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Nappysteve on Yesterday at 05:50:46 PM »
Hi Antonia, a lot of what you have written in last section I agree with. It is difficult to raise the subject of Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants etc. Especially if in relationship. When is right time?? What they going to say etc?? How do I raise the topic?? If I tell them and they walk away will they tell other people. Loads people here in UK wear nappies, plastic pants etc. Look at number suppliers on WWW here in UK. Some people might be incontinent, medically or by choice. Nappies and Plastic Pants can be turn on for loads people. The feel of the thick Terry Nappy under double Plastic Pants is turn on for me. Or the subtle Nappy chrck when, threat of dummy being put in mouth as the AB sits in front seat of car. The thick Terry Nappies and colourful Plastic Pants on line drying. The neighbour says Steve still not dry yet. Steve sits in his adult Highchair in kitchen listening to his Daddy telling the neighbour how I need thick Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants Rompers, Plastic Bibs etc 24/7. How Adult Babyhood keeps me in place. Neighbours says I have 21 year old son causing mayhem. My Daddy says send him round at 7pm on Friday night. Wonder what Daddy will do to 21 year old neighbour. Antonia thanks for sharing, keep enjoying yout thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants, etc. Steve UK
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Susan's Three Way Revenge
« Last post by Sissy Ballerina Boy on Yesterday at 11:51:23 AM »
Nutcracker Season:
Over the next several weeks things became rather routine in the Jones house. Saturday morning was always a deep clean day where John would put on his new uniform and clean the house for several hours. In the later morning and early afternoon his mother was teaching him baking and cooking as well. “The fact that you cook and clean will make you very valuable to someone in the future” she would say with a wink and a smug expression.
While John 6 months ago would be watching tv or playing video games all day, Saturday was now replaced by mopping the floors and scrubbing the toilets. He was still getting used to his new maid dress/costume. He realized quickly it wasn’t really a functional dress for cleaning. If he stood complete still the dress would end at the top of his thighs which made him incredibly self conscious. Since it was a leotard it would perfectly hold and display his small boyish bulge. He was constantly tugging the front of the skirt/tutu to cover it. Anytime he bent over it would rise up exposing his bulge and butt. The new high heels character shoes he was wearing gave him several more inches which only made him look taller and more awkward with his all ready long legs. When he would scrub the toilets on his hands and knees his large butt would be sticking out with his skirt fully hiked up which whenever his mother would see would always give a playful slap.
He also became a master at cleaning, folding and organizing his own nighttime diapers. If he was lucky he would be dry maybe 2 or 3 days of the week but most mornings he would be waking up to a soaked diaper. His mother’s training has been working out incredibly for him she thought, yet she still insisted on diapering him every night. Nobody but Mrs. Stall and Susan knew John was in diapers, but she never thought on how much she missed this. She liked preparing her son every night for bed. She actually enjoys treating him this way. She could never explain it rationally, but somehow seeing her teenage son in diaper, plastic panties and a frilly nightie made her ecstatic with joy. She in a way had her baby again, a feeling she wishes would be forever, but at the same time she is old enough to appreciate it. Sure John’s erections we’re uncomfortable for her and embarrassing for him, but at the same time, she would think “maybe he can stay like this forever, I mean, he can’t go off to college if he’s in diapers still. No woman or man would want to live with him if he wet the bed like a baby every night”. And at those moments she would smile ever so large. Knowing she has her only son, her only baby forever. She would think about her Ex-Husband and would laugh out loud thinking if he could only see his son now. She loved the power she had over John and her Ex-Husband now. It was a power she did not want to give away and only wanted to make it stronger. Keep John a diaper depended sissy Mama’s boy. Keep him like that and he will stay forever.
Every Monday after school is when John would go to the Stalls and would clean there house for several hours. His mom would drop him off in front with his maid outfit on. Since it was cold he could somewhat hide the dress with his winter jacket but the way his jacket and dress was cut, he looked ridiculous and would always daintily run with his heels on to their front door as fast as he could so nobody would see him. He would than start the process of cleaning the house for them. He particularly enjoyed cleaning Susan’s room. Carefully making her bed, arranging everything to be perfect. If he knew Mrs. Stall was downstairs he would sneak into Susan’s underwear drawer and start feeling and sniffing. He didn’t understand how this girl took over his life so quickly and yet he was somehow falling for her. He would try and shake the pictures of her naked, or in the bra and panties he would be touching and sniffing of a better looking girl, like Cindy Rockwell but somehow he would always finish thinking about Susan.
Lucky for him Susan would usually always have cheerleading practice after school so he didn’t have to deal with Susan’s abuse and Mrs. Stall would only bother him slightly by asking him to reach high up stuff. After his first week of cleaning the house his mother picked him up and saw how Mrs. Stall was making coffee for Janet and herself. Janet snapped at John when she noticed this “John, you didn’t offer to make coffee? You know how to do that and set up a plate for snacks. I’m so disappointed in you. I been teaching you these things for weeks and you just forget”! John quickly tried to think of an excuse but just came out a stuttering neurotic mess. “You mean he’s been holding out on skills he has? If I knew this I would have loved to see him shine” Barbara said. “Oh Barb, he makes a cup of coffee and a cookie to die for. And I been teaching him to cook as well, I’m telling you, in a few months I could have him taking care of an entire family house”!
The real women laughed and made further comments about John being a sweet domestic little miracle and how they could really make some money if they used him like a cleaning service. John was getting very uncomfortable with this conversation and started putting his jacket on to hopefully hint to his mother that it’s time to leave now. As his mother was walking towards the front door Barb was saying “all right, well with see you both next Saturday after the nutcracker” in which Janet replied “We’re so excited. I got John a great new outfit for his first ballet. We’re so excited to celebrate after with everyone”!
John groaned. A “new outfit”? He was going to be in public. Would could it even be? He thought about asking his mother but figured it would be pointless and it’s just better to accept the fact he’s wearing whatever he’s wearing. He drove back silent thinking what could his outfit possible be. She wouldn’t make him wear a dress in public would she?
Over the next several weeks things became rather routine in the Jones house. Saturday morning was always a deep clean day where John would put on his new uniform and clean the house for several hours. In the later morning and early afternoon his mother was teaching him baking and cooking as well. “The fact that you cook and clean will make you very valuable to someone in the future” she would say with a wink and a smug expression.
While John 6 months ago would be watching tv or playing video games all day, Saturday was now replaced by mopping the floors and scrubbing the toilets. He was still getting used to his new maid dress/costume. He realized quickly it wasn’t really a functional dress for cleaning. If he stood complete still the dress would end at the top of his thighs which made him incredibly self conscious. Since it was a leotard it would perfectly hold and display his small boyish bulge. He was constantly tugging the front of the skirt/tutu to cover it. Anytime he bent over it would rise up exposing his bulge and butt. The new high heels character shoes he was wearing gave him several more inches which only made him look taller and more awkward with his all ready long legs. When he would scrub the toilets on his hands and knees his large butt would be sticking out with his skirt fully hiked up which whenever his mother would see would always give a playful slap.
He also became a master at cleaning, folding and organizing his own nighttime diapers. If he was lucky he would be dry maybe 2 or 3 days of the week but most mornings he would be waking up to a soaked diaper. His mother’s training has been working out incredibly for him she thought, yet she still insisted on diapering him every night. Nobody but Mrs. Stall and Susan knew John was in diapers, but she never thought on how much she missed this. She liked preparing her son every night for bed. She actually enjoys treating him this way. She could never explain it rationally, but somehow seeing her teenage son in diaper, plastic panties and a frilly nightie made her ecstatic with joy. She in a way had her baby again, a feeling she wishes would be forever, but at the same time she is old enough to appreciate it. Sure John’s erections we’re uncomfortable for her and embarrassing for him, but at the same time, she would think “maybe he can stay like this forever, I mean, he can’t go off to college if he’s in diapers still. No woman or man would want to live with him if he wet the bed like a baby every night”. And at those moments she would smile ever so large. Knowing she has her only son, her only baby forever. She would think about her Ex-Husband and would laugh out loud thinking if he could only see his son now. She loved the power she had over John and her Ex-Husband now. It was a power she did not want to give away and only wanted to make it stronger. Keep John a diaper depended sissy Mama’s boy. Keep him like that and he will stay forever.
Every Monday after school is when John would go to the Stalls and would clean there house for several hours. His mom would drop him off in front with his maid outfit on. Since it was cold he could somewhat hide the dress with his winter jacket but the way his jacket and dress was cut, he looked ridiculous and would always daintily run with his heels on to their front door as fast as he could so nobody would see him. He would than start the process of cleaning the house for them. He particularly enjoyed cleaning Susan’s room. Carefully making her bed, arranging everything to be perfect. If he knew Mrs. Stall was downstairs he would sneak into Susan’s underwear drawer and start feeling and sniffing. He didn’t understand how this girl took over his life so quickly and yet he was somehow falling for her. He would try and shake the pictures of her naked, or in the bra and panties he would be touching and sniffing of a better looking girl, like Cindy Rockwell but somehow he would always finish thinking about Susan.
Lucky for him Susan would usually always have cheerleading practice after school so he didn’t have to deal with Susan’s abuse and Mrs. Stall would only bother him slightly by asking him to reach high up stuff. After his first week of cleaning the house his mother picked him up and saw how Mrs. Stall was making coffee for Janet and herself. Janet snapped at John when she noticed this “John, you didn’t offer to make coffee? You know how to do that and set up a plate for snacks. I’m so disappointed in you. I been teaching you these things for weeks and you just forget”! John quickly tried to think of an excuse but just came out a stuttering neurotic mess. “You mean he’s been holding out on skills he has? If I knew this I would have loved to see him shine” Barbara said. “Oh Barb, he makes a cup of coffee and a cookie to die for. And I been teaching him to cook as well, I’m telling you, in a few months I could have him taking care of an entire family house”!
The real women laughed and made further comments about John being a sweet domestic little miracle and how they could really make some money if they used him like a cleaning service. John was getting very uncomfortable with this conversation and started putting his jacket on to hopefully hint to his mother that it’s time to leave now. As his mother was walking towards the front door Barb was saying “all right, well with see you both next Saturday after the nutcracker” in which Janet replied “We’re so excited. I got John a great new outfit for his first ballet. We’re so excited to celebrate after with everyone”!
John groaned. A “new outfit”? He was going to be in public. Would could it even be? He thought about asking his mother but figured it would be pointless and it’s just better to accept the fact he’s wearing whatever he’s wearing. He drove back silent thinking what could his outfit possible be. She wouldn’t make him wear a dress in public would she?
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on Yesterday at 11:47:54 AM »
Another story will follow in a week or two, it will not be an epic or too long, most likely a few chapters at most, but this idea is one I haven’t considered before.
I appreciate that we all share the same loves, but most of us cannot risk being exposed and shamed in front of family and friends. Only my partner knows of my situation, they are not a part of it, we now sleep in separate rooms. Occasionally they buy me a baby blanket or a packet of muslin nappies but otherwise I keep the depth of my habit a secret. Plastic pants are hidden away, a definite no no. Washing is a real problem with terry nappies and I have to choose my times carefully. Increasingly I am using disposable nappies.
There are many hundreds of readers who are voyeurs that enjoy the stories but are so nervous of discovery that they do not feel safe to even leave a comment. It’s a shame that our loves are not as easy as being gay, being a trans or other deviation. The word you see most is “sick”. I am not sure things will change any time soon, going to the toilet in a nappy disgusts most people and is never going to be socially acceptable.
I appreciate that we all share the same loves, but most of us cannot risk being exposed and shamed in front of family and friends. Only my partner knows of my situation, they are not a part of it, we now sleep in separate rooms. Occasionally they buy me a baby blanket or a packet of muslin nappies but otherwise I keep the depth of my habit a secret. Plastic pants are hidden away, a definite no no. Washing is a real problem with terry nappies and I have to choose my times carefully. Increasingly I am using disposable nappies.
There are many hundreds of readers who are voyeurs that enjoy the stories but are so nervous of discovery that they do not feel safe to even leave a comment. It’s a shame that our loves are not as easy as being gay, being a trans or other deviation. The word you see most is “sick”. I am not sure things will change any time soon, going to the toilet in a nappy disgusts most people and is never going to be socially acceptable.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Nappysteve on Yesterday at 11:08:22 AM »
Wish there was way on her to contact other Terry Nappy and Plastic Pants wearing guys. Steve UK
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Nappysteve on Yesterday at 11:03:07 AM »
Antonia, I am sorry this story has ended. You have a gift for getting all of us Nappies, Plastic Pants wearing guys xcited. Our Plastic Pants stretching against our AB Rompers or Babygros. Our dummies being suc-ked harder and slower as we see the words Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, Rompers, Plastic Bibs, Bottles, Dummy etc in print. The Terry Nappy change of Baby Andy, the rustling of the Plastic sheet on his Adult Baby Cot mattress. His Plastic Pants being pulled down to X pose his thick very wet Terry Nappies for all to see as he suc-ks his AB Dummy. His life to be one of him being kept in thick Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants, Rompers, Babygros, etc. Out in Pram in his AB clothes for all too see and make comments about. Thanks Antonia for this great story. Steve UK
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on Yesterday at 02:09:30 AM »
Thank you for your frequent messages and kind comments. Your inspiration kept the story flowing.
Steve in his own unique way encourage certain elements to be included in the tale.
Steve in his own unique way encourage certain elements to be included in the tale.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Baby Mac on Yesterday at 12:57:12 AM »
Thankyou for this i love that they turned the nanny in to a clueless slave. Your wicked women are great you should be proud.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on June 21, 2026, 01:11:49 PM »
Chapter 16
Our story is drawing to a close as the final pieces fall in to place.
Felicity has been steadily putting on weight, and now she has a chubby tummy that compliments her greatly enhanced breasts. Once athletic, she now finds it an effort to get out of her chair and walk down to the canteen. A long series of lactation inducing injections, coupled with an appointment with a breast pump four times a day have turned her into a human cow. Her rich diet is producing high quality milk that is being sold off for ÂŁ35 a pint.
However, this is not being sold off to babies, because the opiates would be too potentially addictive and unlike regular medication, these are not eliminated in the milk. In the case of adults the addictive quality of the milk had huge benefits and could be used to keep a wandering husband safe at home in the arms of his loving wife. It was only a small step to go from a loving bottle feed to a night spent wrapped up in nappies and plastic baby pants suc-king a soothing dummy, while his mates were out gallivanting on a Friday night.
Sister Mary was making ÂŁ140 a day from the amazing four pints that Felicity was producing daily. Felicity was being encouraged to enjoy her exploitation by the use of a vibrating wand that was inserted in her nappy, so that as the pump suc-ked at her tits, the vibrating wand drove her crazy with desire. The fiendish device took into account the volume of milk being collected and the gadget went in to overdrive if she surpassed the previous collection, so allowing her to orgasm. Missing the target meant frustration.
Felicity was now fully institutionalised and had no thoughts of escape. She knew that hydration was vital if she was going to achieve milking targets and those goals could mean pleasure. She ate well, she got her pink squirty fix if she did as she was told and life was simple with no responsibilities.
Back in Salisbury, Olivia was making a milkshake. “Norma, you have to try this! It has fresh raspberries and strawberries. My God, it’s so good it’s almost addictive”!
[Concluded]
Our story is drawing to a close as the final pieces fall in to place.
Felicity has been steadily putting on weight, and now she has a chubby tummy that compliments her greatly enhanced breasts. Once athletic, she now finds it an effort to get out of her chair and walk down to the canteen. A long series of lactation inducing injections, coupled with an appointment with a breast pump four times a day have turned her into a human cow. Her rich diet is producing high quality milk that is being sold off for ÂŁ35 a pint.
However, this is not being sold off to babies, because the opiates would be too potentially addictive and unlike regular medication, these are not eliminated in the milk. In the case of adults the addictive quality of the milk had huge benefits and could be used to keep a wandering husband safe at home in the arms of his loving wife. It was only a small step to go from a loving bottle feed to a night spent wrapped up in nappies and plastic baby pants suc-king a soothing dummy, while his mates were out gallivanting on a Friday night.
Sister Mary was making ÂŁ140 a day from the amazing four pints that Felicity was producing daily. Felicity was being encouraged to enjoy her exploitation by the use of a vibrating wand that was inserted in her nappy, so that as the pump suc-ked at her tits, the vibrating wand drove her crazy with desire. The fiendish device took into account the volume of milk being collected and the gadget went in to overdrive if she surpassed the previous collection, so allowing her to orgasm. Missing the target meant frustration.
Felicity was now fully institutionalised and had no thoughts of escape. She knew that hydration was vital if she was going to achieve milking targets and those goals could mean pleasure. She ate well, she got her pink squirty fix if she did as she was told and life was simple with no responsibilities.
Back in Salisbury, Olivia was making a milkshake. “Norma, you have to try this! It has fresh raspberries and strawberries. My God, it’s so good it’s almost addictive”!
[Concluded]
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on June 21, 2026, 11:41:07 AM »
Chapter 15
Suzanne took to wearing nappies full time and she was embarrassed when Olivia purchased three dozen 70x70 Brightbot nappies for her own personal use. Each nappy had her name tag stitched in. In addition, there were a dozen plastic pants of clear vinyl and rhumba panties with lacy ruffles and trim round the waist and leg holes.
[authors note: take one nappy and open it out flat. Take a second nappy and fold it in half. Pin the two long edges of each nappy around the waist of baby, fastening left, then right with a nappy pin. Pull the other end of the opened nappy through the legs and pin to the folded nappy first on the left then on the right. Now for heavy wetting take a third nappy, fold in half and insert it lengthwise to cover front and back ends of baby.]
Andy and Suzanne were getting through a dozen nappies each a day. The washing line was heavy with fluffy bright white nappies fluttering in the warm air, the baby pants hanging like puffy globes as they dried in the sun. There were well over twenty terries gleaming in the early morning sun. Softened water meant that they were super soft and as if they had used a fabric conditioner, which as all mothers will tell you makes them less absorbent. These were super thirsty nappies. At the very end of the line were four bamboo booster pads that Suzanne had been trying out for night time use. These were eight layers of super silky soft bamboo nappy!
Suzanne continued her duties as usual, the only difference was that she was becoming as incontinent as her charge.
Three months later
Suzanne wakes up late in the afternoon, Norma had fed her a bottle the night before and it had been heavily laced with sleeping pills. She goes to her wardrobe and it is filled with large baby dresses. Her underwear, shoes and all adult clothing has gone, all replaced with infantile versions.
Olivia has never paid her, claiming that her wages had all gone towards her keep and layette. Suzanne was now effectively working for nothing, a slave dependent on nappies and her dummy. She had no money, no phone (it ran out of battery and nobody had a charger), now she had no outdoor shoes and would have to venture out in baby bootees and baby clothes if she wanted out. Her days were monotonous, every day was the same, looking after Andy, cleaning the house, preparing the meals, doing the washing up, making sure the laundry was kept up to date and keeping herself clean.
Now she went about her duties dressed in a bubble romper that enclosed her fat nappies comfortably. She had a different colour for each day of the week, all with delightful smocking across the top. She no longer wore a bra, but her heavy duties had lost her a lot of weight and she could get away without wearing one. Attached with a nappy pin to her top was a ribbon that secured her dummy that never left her mouth except for drinks and meal times. A bib protected her romper from her dribbling.
She was now doubly incontinent and had no control left at all. Her nappies were an essential part of her life and Olivia had given her a Princess plastic wrist watch that was designed to remind her to go on her potty but in her case was to remind her to change her soiled nappies. Norma had now totally embedded the wearing of nappies to be a normality for her as she performed here duties. They had a weekly session where Norma scrambled her head with what she thought was reality and what was false but had been woven into her subconscious. Her childhood memories were now mostly fabricated and had her mother encouraging her to act the baby and use her nappies accordingly.
Norma had other items on her agenda and made Suzanne crave baby clothes rather than her nanny’s uniform and smart adult clothes which Olivia cleared out and sold on Vinted. Her lap top, iPad and iPhone were all purloined and sold off along with her jewellery. They bought her a necklace that locked around her neck and spelt out the name BABY. A bracelet made of beads spelled SUZY BABY but this contained a tracker that meant she could never escape their clutches.
Suzanne’s day started at six in the morning and finished at ten at night. Norma had fabricated the story that she wanted to do this work because Olivia had rescued her. Olivia protected her, fed her, clothed her and kept her safe. It was Olivia that had bought her all of those brand new nappies that she was wearing and the plastic baby pants that kept her wetties inside and protected their furniture and carpets from her babyish messes.
Her room now looked like a nursery, but lacked the luxury of baby toys and trimmings. It was spartan but functional. Her nappies and plastic pants were easily accessible as were her bibs and bootees. The most noticeable feature was her large Mickey Mouse alarm clock on which she was so reliant. Her bed had no bars but her bedding was pure girly Disney, with a plastic sheet on the mattress to keep it clean.
Suzanne took to wearing nappies full time and she was embarrassed when Olivia purchased three dozen 70x70 Brightbot nappies for her own personal use. Each nappy had her name tag stitched in. In addition, there were a dozen plastic pants of clear vinyl and rhumba panties with lacy ruffles and trim round the waist and leg holes.
[authors note: take one nappy and open it out flat. Take a second nappy and fold it in half. Pin the two long edges of each nappy around the waist of baby, fastening left, then right with a nappy pin. Pull the other end of the opened nappy through the legs and pin to the folded nappy first on the left then on the right. Now for heavy wetting take a third nappy, fold in half and insert it lengthwise to cover front and back ends of baby.]
Andy and Suzanne were getting through a dozen nappies each a day. The washing line was heavy with fluffy bright white nappies fluttering in the warm air, the baby pants hanging like puffy globes as they dried in the sun. There were well over twenty terries gleaming in the early morning sun. Softened water meant that they were super soft and as if they had used a fabric conditioner, which as all mothers will tell you makes them less absorbent. These were super thirsty nappies. At the very end of the line were four bamboo booster pads that Suzanne had been trying out for night time use. These were eight layers of super silky soft bamboo nappy!
Suzanne continued her duties as usual, the only difference was that she was becoming as incontinent as her charge.
Three months later
Suzanne wakes up late in the afternoon, Norma had fed her a bottle the night before and it had been heavily laced with sleeping pills. She goes to her wardrobe and it is filled with large baby dresses. Her underwear, shoes and all adult clothing has gone, all replaced with infantile versions.
Olivia has never paid her, claiming that her wages had all gone towards her keep and layette. Suzanne was now effectively working for nothing, a slave dependent on nappies and her dummy. She had no money, no phone (it ran out of battery and nobody had a charger), now she had no outdoor shoes and would have to venture out in baby bootees and baby clothes if she wanted out. Her days were monotonous, every day was the same, looking after Andy, cleaning the house, preparing the meals, doing the washing up, making sure the laundry was kept up to date and keeping herself clean.
Now she went about her duties dressed in a bubble romper that enclosed her fat nappies comfortably. She had a different colour for each day of the week, all with delightful smocking across the top. She no longer wore a bra, but her heavy duties had lost her a lot of weight and she could get away without wearing one. Attached with a nappy pin to her top was a ribbon that secured her dummy that never left her mouth except for drinks and meal times. A bib protected her romper from her dribbling.
She was now doubly incontinent and had no control left at all. Her nappies were an essential part of her life and Olivia had given her a Princess plastic wrist watch that was designed to remind her to go on her potty but in her case was to remind her to change her soiled nappies. Norma had now totally embedded the wearing of nappies to be a normality for her as she performed here duties. They had a weekly session where Norma scrambled her head with what she thought was reality and what was false but had been woven into her subconscious. Her childhood memories were now mostly fabricated and had her mother encouraging her to act the baby and use her nappies accordingly.
Norma had other items on her agenda and made Suzanne crave baby clothes rather than her nanny’s uniform and smart adult clothes which Olivia cleared out and sold on Vinted. Her lap top, iPad and iPhone were all purloined and sold off along with her jewellery. They bought her a necklace that locked around her neck and spelt out the name BABY. A bracelet made of beads spelled SUZY BABY but this contained a tracker that meant she could never escape their clutches.
Suzanne’s day started at six in the morning and finished at ten at night. Norma had fabricated the story that she wanted to do this work because Olivia had rescued her. Olivia protected her, fed her, clothed her and kept her safe. It was Olivia that had bought her all of those brand new nappies that she was wearing and the plastic baby pants that kept her wetties inside and protected their furniture and carpets from her babyish messes.
Her room now looked like a nursery, but lacked the luxury of baby toys and trimmings. It was spartan but functional. Her nappies and plastic pants were easily accessible as were her bibs and bootees. The most noticeable feature was her large Mickey Mouse alarm clock on which she was so reliant. Her bed had no bars but her bedding was pure girly Disney, with a plastic sheet on the mattress to keep it clean.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by BabyJay on June 21, 2026, 06:21:26 AM »
Mmmm!! intriguing. Sounds like Norma and Olivia have some devious plan to regress both Andy and Suzanne to nappy dependent Babies/Toddlers. I wonder why?. Looking forward to future developments. :)
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