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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on Today at 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 Today at 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 Today at 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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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on Yesterday at 05:46:49 PM »
Chapter 14
Norma arrived with Olivia, Suzanne let them in, her wet nappy concealed by her nanny uniform. She excused herself quickly as she explained that she had she was a bit behind and needed to attend to Andy who needed a change and was in need of his tea. He was living the life of a baby barely six month’s old. He was sleeping, waking up in the morning, having a nap, waking for an hour or so, eating lunch, then going down for a nap. Playing for a few hours, having tea and going back to his cot.
The constant bombardment of his mind with subliminal messages and Norma’s sessions had taken their toll over the eight weeks of his confinement. He was now totally incontinent and unable to hold his pee or his soiling. He was totally nappy dependent and had fully accepted his situation, if he felt the remotest pressure then he released without knowing what was happening. It was the growing warmth that confirmed his lack of control.
His dummy had become a major source of comfort, initially it has been strapped in, then it was taken willingly as he grew to depend on its soothing properties. Now he had to have at least three dummies within easy reach. He had been taught that a dummy plugged in meant no talking, so for the past eight weeks he had not spoken more than a few words. His speech while suc-king a dummy was no better than infantile burbling and usually ignored.
Another disturbing problem was the tapes that played continuously in his ears as he slept. His soft woolly bonnet fed him a diet of information or more correctly misinformation. He had been taught a limited and completely new language of baby talk and this was about to be enforced in the next stage of his training.
Norma waited until Suzanne had finished cleaning and feeding Andy and stopped her giving him his vitamin serum in his milky bottle.
“Baby want mookie bokky” spluttered Andy past his dummy. He was quite addicted to his sleepy time bottles now and could not sleep without his special drink. Norma watched the front of his baby pants as the white nappy beneath the transparent vinyl quickly went yellow.
“Are you a big boy Andy”? She asked him.
“Yeth, me Olivia boy fwend” he told her, feeling a pressure building in his tummy.
“Does Olivia like her big boyfriend to wear baby nappies and plastic baby pants”? She asked.
“Sometimes baby have akkidents and Olivia make me wear nappies to stop messes”
“Is your nappy wet now”? Andy had no idea, he wet when it happened, he had no control. Now a log was pushing out of his bottom and was pressing against the disposable nappy that lined and protected his terry. Norma spotted the signs. “Are you going to make Olivia a dirty nappy”?
“No, Andy big boy, me no go poo in my nappies” he said starting to suc-k his dummy with desperation as the pressure built. The soiling plopped into the back of his nappy and the babyish act made him feel happy. He strained and grunted to force everything out, being a little constipated made the act more enjoyable. He moved from his crawling position and sat on his mess, the solid lumpiness felt really good between his cheeks, and as he moved back to his knees it fell to the low part of his nappy between his legs where the sensation was magnified many fold.
“Goo goo ga ga poo poo nappy” he gurgled as Norma looked on fascinated by his regression. Olivia came into the lounge as Andy was emptying his bladder into his newly dirtied nappy. “Mama, Mama” he exclaimed. Olivia hugged him close and felt his filthy nappy, massaging it gently in to him.
Andy had almost reached rock bottom in his regression, and there was little chance of him coming back from his lowest position. He was free of his former stressful life, he didn’t have to make any decisions as everything was decided for him.
Norma regressed him easily and reaffirmed that everything he had achieved was perfect for his future and wellbeing. Andy let a final stream of pee enter his nappy and fully emptied his bladder. She reinforced the pleasure that people got from his beautiful baby talk and that nobody thought he was clever using long grown up words. Andy glowed and radiated happiness. He worked his dummy, his dribbles making his bib wet. “Bocky Nana, want bokky” he pleaded and began to get anxious.
Suzanne saw the gesture from Norma and came into the lounge with his heated bottle of special milk. Norma held Andy tight as he eagerly suc-ked down his baby bottle. He was almost asleep by the time the bottle was empty. Unusually Olivia took him up to the nursery for a change, leaving Suzanne and Norma together.
Norma told Suzanne to sit next to her and talk about Andy and tell her how they were getting on. They spoke for a few minutes, then Norma praised Suzanne for wearing a nappy.
“You are very brave to wear a nappy and let your baby feelings come through” she said touching her knee. “Have you managed to wet yourself in your nappy yet“? She probed softly. Suzanne wondered how she knew these things.
“Why have I suddenly got these childhood feelings”? she asked Norma. “I wet my nappies this afternoon” she said finding it difficult to own up. “I loved the wet nappy so much that I didn’t want to take it off”.
The crystal appeared. “Why don’t we find out”? Asked Norma. She started regressing Suzanne back in time. They were in Suzanne’s childhood bedroom, it was night, she needed to go potty badly but she was scared of the big toilet and her potty had gone. She felt herself soil her pyjamas and it felt wonderful and became even better when she emptied her bladder as well. It had only been a week since her mother had stopped putting her in nappies as a punishment . Suzanne started crying, her mother came in and without much fuss cleaned her up and put in a thick set of nappies and plastic pants. The punishment was to continue until Suzanne grew up and took her toileting seriously.
Norma explained that her feelings were normal, she was wearing a wet nappy right now, there was nothing wrong with that. Both Olivia and she had known as soon as they came in, that their nanny was wearing one of her charge’s nappies and they could hear the pants from a mile away! They were both delighted that she was sufficiently at ease to indulge her personal desires.
“Do you feel the need to dirty your nappy now? It would be easy to go now and prove that nobody would object or be critical of her. These feelings are irrational, look back at how your own mother made it possible for you to be in nappies like a small baby. How old were you? Five, six years old?”
Suzanne gazed at the pendant crystal in a daze. “Six. I was allowed to be a baby for another week and then the nappies, baby pants, dummies all disappeared. I was sad, but Mummy just carried on as if nothing had ever happened and I slowly became normal again.”
Norma kept reinforcing that wanting to wear nappies was normal, it was no different to being a transvestite or wanting to role play. Suzanne looked reassured and then seemingly made a decision and with a big push and a loud grunt she forced herself to make a dirty nappy. Norma praised her as she slowly and deliberately soiled herself. She told her it was normal, that accepting her needs was healthy. There was nothing wrong with being special, somebody who did not conform to a majority.
Suzanne started to cry, her dirty nappy taking her back to the time of her regression. She feared her Mummy finding her. Norma quickly moved in and told her how good she was to go in her nappies. She brought her back from her hypnotic session and Suzanne remembered nothing. She knew she has started the session in a wet nappy but that had been a secret. Had Norma told her that everybody knew.
Olivia came into the room and Suzanne stood up to go and check all was well with Andy and to tidy his nursery.. What was that sticking to her bottom? It felt like she had a ball of pizza dough in her pants. She wasn’t wearing pants, she was in a nappy, so that meant she had a seat full of poo sticking to her bum. Norma noticed her confusion “you went potty in your nappy while we were having our session” she explained.
Olivia already knew that Suzanne was wearing a nappy, but to know that she had now soiled it was pure joy. “We will talk tomorrow “ was all she said.
Norma arrived with Olivia, Suzanne let them in, her wet nappy concealed by her nanny uniform. She excused herself quickly as she explained that she had she was a bit behind and needed to attend to Andy who needed a change and was in need of his tea. He was living the life of a baby barely six month’s old. He was sleeping, waking up in the morning, having a nap, waking for an hour or so, eating lunch, then going down for a nap. Playing for a few hours, having tea and going back to his cot.
The constant bombardment of his mind with subliminal messages and Norma’s sessions had taken their toll over the eight weeks of his confinement. He was now totally incontinent and unable to hold his pee or his soiling. He was totally nappy dependent and had fully accepted his situation, if he felt the remotest pressure then he released without knowing what was happening. It was the growing warmth that confirmed his lack of control.
His dummy had become a major source of comfort, initially it has been strapped in, then it was taken willingly as he grew to depend on its soothing properties. Now he had to have at least three dummies within easy reach. He had been taught that a dummy plugged in meant no talking, so for the past eight weeks he had not spoken more than a few words. His speech while suc-king a dummy was no better than infantile burbling and usually ignored.
Another disturbing problem was the tapes that played continuously in his ears as he slept. His soft woolly bonnet fed him a diet of information or more correctly misinformation. He had been taught a limited and completely new language of baby talk and this was about to be enforced in the next stage of his training.
Norma waited until Suzanne had finished cleaning and feeding Andy and stopped her giving him his vitamin serum in his milky bottle.
“Baby want mookie bokky” spluttered Andy past his dummy. He was quite addicted to his sleepy time bottles now and could not sleep without his special drink. Norma watched the front of his baby pants as the white nappy beneath the transparent vinyl quickly went yellow.
“Are you a big boy Andy”? She asked him.
“Yeth, me Olivia boy fwend” he told her, feeling a pressure building in his tummy.
“Does Olivia like her big boyfriend to wear baby nappies and plastic baby pants”? She asked.
“Sometimes baby have akkidents and Olivia make me wear nappies to stop messes”
“Is your nappy wet now”? Andy had no idea, he wet when it happened, he had no control. Now a log was pushing out of his bottom and was pressing against the disposable nappy that lined and protected his terry. Norma spotted the signs. “Are you going to make Olivia a dirty nappy”?
“No, Andy big boy, me no go poo in my nappies” he said starting to suc-k his dummy with desperation as the pressure built. The soiling plopped into the back of his nappy and the babyish act made him feel happy. He strained and grunted to force everything out, being a little constipated made the act more enjoyable. He moved from his crawling position and sat on his mess, the solid lumpiness felt really good between his cheeks, and as he moved back to his knees it fell to the low part of his nappy between his legs where the sensation was magnified many fold.
“Goo goo ga ga poo poo nappy” he gurgled as Norma looked on fascinated by his regression. Olivia came into the lounge as Andy was emptying his bladder into his newly dirtied nappy. “Mama, Mama” he exclaimed. Olivia hugged him close and felt his filthy nappy, massaging it gently in to him.
Andy had almost reached rock bottom in his regression, and there was little chance of him coming back from his lowest position. He was free of his former stressful life, he didn’t have to make any decisions as everything was decided for him.
Norma regressed him easily and reaffirmed that everything he had achieved was perfect for his future and wellbeing. Andy let a final stream of pee enter his nappy and fully emptied his bladder. She reinforced the pleasure that people got from his beautiful baby talk and that nobody thought he was clever using long grown up words. Andy glowed and radiated happiness. He worked his dummy, his dribbles making his bib wet. “Bocky Nana, want bokky” he pleaded and began to get anxious.
Suzanne saw the gesture from Norma and came into the lounge with his heated bottle of special milk. Norma held Andy tight as he eagerly suc-ked down his baby bottle. He was almost asleep by the time the bottle was empty. Unusually Olivia took him up to the nursery for a change, leaving Suzanne and Norma together.
Norma told Suzanne to sit next to her and talk about Andy and tell her how they were getting on. They spoke for a few minutes, then Norma praised Suzanne for wearing a nappy.
“You are very brave to wear a nappy and let your baby feelings come through” she said touching her knee. “Have you managed to wet yourself in your nappy yet“? She probed softly. Suzanne wondered how she knew these things.
“Why have I suddenly got these childhood feelings”? she asked Norma. “I wet my nappies this afternoon” she said finding it difficult to own up. “I loved the wet nappy so much that I didn’t want to take it off”.
The crystal appeared. “Why don’t we find out”? Asked Norma. She started regressing Suzanne back in time. They were in Suzanne’s childhood bedroom, it was night, she needed to go potty badly but she was scared of the big toilet and her potty had gone. She felt herself soil her pyjamas and it felt wonderful and became even better when she emptied her bladder as well. It had only been a week since her mother had stopped putting her in nappies as a punishment . Suzanne started crying, her mother came in and without much fuss cleaned her up and put in a thick set of nappies and plastic pants. The punishment was to continue until Suzanne grew up and took her toileting seriously.
Norma explained that her feelings were normal, she was wearing a wet nappy right now, there was nothing wrong with that. Both Olivia and she had known as soon as they came in, that their nanny was wearing one of her charge’s nappies and they could hear the pants from a mile away! They were both delighted that she was sufficiently at ease to indulge her personal desires.
“Do you feel the need to dirty your nappy now? It would be easy to go now and prove that nobody would object or be critical of her. These feelings are irrational, look back at how your own mother made it possible for you to be in nappies like a small baby. How old were you? Five, six years old?”
Suzanne gazed at the pendant crystal in a daze. “Six. I was allowed to be a baby for another week and then the nappies, baby pants, dummies all disappeared. I was sad, but Mummy just carried on as if nothing had ever happened and I slowly became normal again.”
Norma kept reinforcing that wanting to wear nappies was normal, it was no different to being a transvestite or wanting to role play. Suzanne looked reassured and then seemingly made a decision and with a big push and a loud grunt she forced herself to make a dirty nappy. Norma praised her as she slowly and deliberately soiled herself. She told her it was normal, that accepting her needs was healthy. There was nothing wrong with being special, somebody who did not conform to a majority.
Suzanne started to cry, her dirty nappy taking her back to the time of her regression. She feared her Mummy finding her. Norma quickly moved in and told her how good she was to go in her nappies. She brought her back from her hypnotic session and Suzanne remembered nothing. She knew she has started the session in a wet nappy but that had been a secret. Had Norma told her that everybody knew.
Olivia came into the room and Suzanne stood up to go and check all was well with Andy and to tidy his nursery.. What was that sticking to her bottom? It felt like she had a ball of pizza dough in her pants. She wasn’t wearing pants, she was in a nappy, so that meant she had a seat full of poo sticking to her bum. Norma noticed her confusion “you went potty in your nappy while we were having our session” she explained.
Olivia already knew that Suzanne was wearing a nappy, but to know that she had now soiled it was pure joy. “We will talk tomorrow “ was all she said.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Nappysteve on Yesterday at 09:21:41 AM »
Anyone know is Baby Andy kept in 60"x60" Terry Nappies? And probably good stretchy Plastic Pants too cover his thick Terry Nappies, probably double Plastic Pants cos he seems heavy wetter more so overnight. Steve UK
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by BabyJay on Yesterday at 06:10:04 AM »
Thank you for another wonderful episode. Looks like She is determined to remain in nappies. Love to know what will happen to Andy. :)
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Nappysteve on Yesterday at 03:51:50 AM »
What has happened to AB Andy? Is he wallowing in his AB cot in very wet thick Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants, AB Babygros with poppers stretching because of his thick Terry Nappies. His big Plastic bib all stained from his dribbles because he suc-ks his dummy so hard. Would love to see the washing line of his house. Full thick Terry Nappies, AB Plastic Pants all different colours, big Plastic Bibs, AB Babygros, Rompers. Also in garden his AB pram/buggy. Steve UK
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Baby Mac on June 19, 2026, 12:47:05 PM »
Really good i can not wait to read what will happen and do to Andy. Thankyou for being consistent with the updates.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on June 19, 2026, 03:32:25 AM »
Chapter 13
The next morning was one of disbelief as Suzanne woke up to the feeling of wet protective pants. Her fingers were all wrinkled where she had been suc-king them all night. She rushed to the shower and stripped off the pants and put them in a nappy bag. She got up, did her makeup and headed down to make early breakfast for Olivia and Norma. The women were seated at the table drinking coffee and eating toast.
“Have you put Andy in a disposable?” asked Olivia looking at the green plastic nappy sack.” I thought we agreed that he would always wear terry nappies”
Suzanne was caught out and was totally unprepared without an answer. Suddenly, she had some inspiration - “it’s my monthly, but I had a bit of a gusher” she explained “I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed one of your Tena pants”. She put the bag in the rubbish and went to make drink. Little did she know that her package was going to be examined by the women later. Nobody believed her excuse.
Andy stirred and Suzanne made her excuses and took her drink up to the nursery. She quickly got started on Andy and felt herself looking at his soft terry nappies with a sense of wishing. It was ridiculous, why would she want to put on one of his nappies? By the time it came to the soft vinyl plastic protection, she was really yearning to get in his pants.
The women left in Olivia’s car and Suzanne took nappies and pants into her room. She was in a turmoil, she had to be in a nappy and within five minutes she was wearing the same nappies as her charge. She and Andy went down for breakfast and by the time he had finished his bottle, it was back to his cot for a nap. She took one of his dummies out of the steriliser and without thinking took one for herself. Andy giggled as she put one in his mouth and the other in hers.
Suzanne felt the nappies rub against her in a sensual way and pulling up the cot rail, went to her own bed, pulled up her skirt and rubbed the front of her plastic panties until she was at the point of frenzy. She pushed down between her legs and triggered the start of an almighty orgasm. She suc-ked on her dummy as the rollercoaster of an orgasm began. She pulled out her wet dummy and used the rubber teat to rub her g-spot. She screamed out with the climax of pleasure.
The soft terry caressing her female sex triggered further orgasms as she tried to make her way back to the nursery. She ended up looking at the slumbering Andy as she rubbed herself against the post of his cot. Wave after wave of ecstasy swept over her.
She took a moment to come down from her high and every moment in her nappies, every rustle of her plastic pants caused a ripple of pleasure. She sat in the nursing chair in the nursery having turned on Andy’s music centre and picked up the mending she had started the day before. Andy would sleep for at least an hour, so she had some time on her own. As she sewed some lace back on a pair of nappy covers her mind had a violent flash back triggered by an instruction to “wet your nappy, you love being in wet nappies, you are a baby”. She was a toddler, maybe older, yes she was older, maybe four or five years old. Her mother had been very cross with her because she had wet herself as she was playing with her dollies, she was so engrossed in her game that old habits had taken over. No nappy, no training pants, just her brand new little girl pants with pretty lace and bows in delicate pink.
Her mother grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back to her bedroom where she was sat on her new big girl’s bed. She left for a moment and returned with a huge stack of fluffy white nappies that had been stored in the airing cupboard. On top of the pile, yellowing vinyl pants and nappy pins. Her panties were stripped off and she was put back in two thick nappies, securely pinned without powder or cream and the crackly pants pulled up her legs and settled snuggly over the towelling. Her memory was of a feeling of fear, letting her mother down, dread of being punished with smacking. However, once she was back in nappies she felt safe, secure and softly embraced. She didn’t have to worry about accidents, nothing would be damaged or hurt by her wetting or soiling. She was never told off for using her nappies because they were being used for their proper purpose.
Her mother told her that if she behaved like a baby then she would be treated like a baby. Suzanne took this as an instruction, it wasn’t a threat, she felt no humiliation because she had enjoyed the love and attention while she was in nappies and using them like a baby. She remembered most of all that she wanted her dummy and as an alternative used the fall back of suc-king her fingers. Her mother looked shocked and called her a big booby. Suzanne waddled off happily, pleased to be relieved of any toileting responsibilities and misinterpreting her mother’s intentions.
Suzanne mused on this flashback as she continued her stitching. She was changing the dress on one of her dolls and felt a pressure building deep inside her tummy. She hated the potty and she dreaded the big toilet, so with a little grunt and a small push she dropped a poo in the back of her nappy as she played with her doll. She got out the tea set and laid it out on the table. She sat on her bottom to arrange her guests round the table and paid no attention to the mess beneath her. It felt nice and warm.
She needed water for her teapot and went to the kitchen. Her mother immediately knew that Suzanne had soiled her nappy and shouted at her asking what she had done. It seemed a stupid question and the huge fuss made Suzanne so nervous that she started to wet her nappies as her furious mother watched on. She started to fill the teapot as her increasingly heavy nappies began to sag on her hips. Her mother looked on incredulous, had her daughter lost the plot? Did she not know that she was being punished by wearing nappies? She put the pot on the worktop and grabbed Suzanne’s hand dragging her quickly back to her bedroom. A towel was laid on her bed and she looked for a means to clean her up. She didn’t have baby wipes, but she found a tub of her nappy cream and they still had baby powder. She took all the nappies out of the airing cupboard and Suzanne couldn’t have been happier. The memory ran out.
She was back with the music in the room “lovely wet nappy, warm soft dirty nappies, go in your nappy” her brain was in tune with the messages, Norma’s earlier imprint was being activated as well. She looked at her sewing, the lace ruffle was fixed and she stood up to put the pants in the nappy covers drawer. She had a wave of satisfaction for a job well done. She really felt at peace today, the warm glow was still with her, but wait! There was a different type of warmth down below. No she couldn’t have. She pulled up her dress and put her hand down the front of her nappy, it was soaked. She broke into a big grin and she didn’t feel shame, she felt a sense of achievement, her nappies had been used for their proper purpose.
Olivia was on the web cam and talking on the phone to Norma.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Baby Mac on June 19, 2026, 12:09:08 AM »
Norma has her mind in her clutches and i hope its the beginning of her sinister control. I love using the victims past to condition there present and i hope she dose it to Andy sadistically. Please have her use Andy's past trauma to makes things scary and messed up. You are magnificent with thrilling stories please continue, thank you X.
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