Failed and Faulty

[antonia]

It has been a while but another attempt to entertain you.

Chapter One

Olivia was a successful business graduate who had made rapid progress in her father’s financial business and drove an expensive sports car that she had plenty of room to park in the five bedroom house that she had just purchased in Salisbury. Her piercing blue eyes, long flowing brown hair and perfect figure made her a much desired date with the opposite sex. This was a lady who was not for controlling but had her own rules and was not loose with her favours. Despite the gossip among the studs in the office, nobody had made it into her knickers or even come close to scoring that base.

Andy was her current suitor and had the normal passions and ambitions as every other hot blooded male. He had been going out with Olivia for three months and to date had made first base which was walking hand in hand as they promenaded. She was tall at over six feet tall, whereas he was diminutive in stature and barely cleared five feet. From a distance you might be forgiven for thinking that you were looking at a mother out with her child. His arm slightly raised in order to engage with her hand.

They really did get on extremely well, chatting and laughing, sharing a love for good food, fine wine and the ambience of a lovely restaurant. On a number of occasions, Andy had moved in for a kiss only for Olivia to pull back or turn away. “Do you really need to snog in the street?” She asked him “it’s a bit juvenile don’t you think?”

Andy just shrugged and put his arm around her, which was basically hugging her round the waste like a child, his head almost on her breast. She turned suddenly as they were crossing the road and he almost ended up with her tit in his mouth as he looked in the opposite direction for traffic. She chuckled and pulled him in tight, “naughty baby” she exclaimed. Andy responded with a mighty erection that almost stopped him from walking and a blush that was incandescent.

They arrived back at his car and he held open the door for her. He struggled to get in with his rising passion. He drove her home and walked her to the door, but he made no attempt to kiss her passionately and satisfied himself with a peck on the cheek. In his mind he had decided that this relationship was going nowhere.

“Would you like to stay the night?” She asked him “it’s very late and it’s Saturday tomorrow”. Andy was too surprised to answer immediately. Spend the night? He never saw that coming.

“I would love to stay” he said in a rather goofy voice that did nothing to support his maturity. They crossed the threshold, Olivia holding his hand to guide him into her lovely home. She took him into the lounge and sat him down on the sofa while she gathered a bottle of Montepulciano and two glasses. She poured them both a generous measure, giving one to Andy. “Cheers” he toasted her.

Olivia went to her bureau and removed a small box “here, try this it will help you relax” she said with a knowing wink. Andy accepted the proffered pill and washed it down with a large slug of his wine. In no time at all he felt himself swirling in a hazy dream state; he felt a warmth and need to be compliant. He hung on her every word, each word resonated like a crystal note that burned into his head. He floated upstairs being led like a toddler to his crib.

Words flowed over him as his clothes were taken off piece by piece. “You will lie with me. You will not make a mess in my bed. You will not put your seed in me. You will not do a wee wee in my bed. No poo poo in my bed. You are going to be protected from your eliminations”. She smiled at him as he had a huge smile on his face and gave her a look that was pure adoration. Olivia was giving him gentle instructions as she folded and pinned and crinkled with him. He felt secure and protected, a feeling he had not experienced since his earliest day. He felt himself being laid down in her bed. Olivia joined him wearing a simple but accessible night dress. He took her breast with her guidance and with gentleness he began to suc-kle. Olivia tingled In excitement and after a happy time moved Andy’s head lower down where he continued his administrations with oral stimulation. She came with a huge crescendo of orgasms that bounced from one to another until she was satiated.

Andy was away with the fairies, in a place where reality was mixed with his wildest thoughts. He snuggled up to Olivia who hugged him and gently patted his bottom as his mother had decades before. He moved to kiss her on the lips and received not her tongue but a rubber nipple that filled his mouth. It wasn’t her breast but the large shield rubbed comfortably across his face. Instincts previously dormant came rushing back to his new reality and the large dummy started to bob back and forth as he suc-ked it with relish. His last thought was something soft being placed around his neck as he drooled and dribbled. Then blackness.

[BabyJay]

Mmmmmm!!! What a lucky boy Andy is.  Taken in by Olivia and, it seems, turned into Her sissy Baby slave already. Look forward to next episodes. :)

[antonia]

Chapter 2

As the sun peeked through the window early on Saturday morning, Andy awoke still suc-king on the soother that filled his mouth so comfortably, his head nestled against Olivia’s breast as she stroked his hair while reading a book in her other hand. He did nothing, barely opening his eyes as he tried to make sense of his situation. What was in his mouth? Surely not, it couldn’t be a baby’s dummy as it fit so perfectly in his mouth. He gently eased open an eye and squinted down his nose, there it was, the large pink ring that was so characteristic of a baby’s soother. His chin felt damp, if not bordering on wet, his hand was resting on something that felt like a plastic lined towel but wait! He could see a tie made out of pink gingham just in his limited field of vision. He was wearing a baby’s bib albeit a garment made for somebody his size. He had been suc-king a dummy all night like a toddler and been wearing a bib to keep him dry from his constant dribbling.

He drew in a deep breath and he could smell the wonder of Olivia but that was not all, he smelt baby, no he smelt baby powder, it was unforgettable, a scent that was familiar to every mother of a baby or small child still in nappies. His other hand was resting on vinyl sheeting, but as he moved ever so slightly he realised that it all moved as he moved - it couldn’t be - he was wearing plastic pants and it was quite obvious from the bulk within, that he had been put back in a thick terry nappy. A tear formed in the corner of his eye and trickled silently down his face joining the line of drool that came from his dummy. His nappy was soaked and he could feel it lying heavy on his shrivelled little pen-is.

Olivia, looked away from her book and noticed his distress. “Good morning baby boy. It is a lovely day and you were so good last night. You made me so happy and didn’t once think of your own pleasure, you spent the whole time making sure that I was being loved and cared for. I am sorry that I put you back in nappies, but I was worried that you might wet my bed, I also didn’t want you to squirt your spermies on me or in me. I am sure it was an unneeded precaution and we can take it off now and fold it up”. She moved her hand over his and immediately felt the warm wetness contained in his baby pants. “Baby! You have soaked your nappies you naughty thing. What are we going to do with you?”

Her hand searched for his little soldier hidden within the damp folds of the terry cloth. She rubbed the front of his plastic pants and Andy started to gyrate his hips trying to maximise the friction. It was over in less than a minute, as he suc-ked lustily on his binkie, grinding his little stick against the saturated terry cloth. “Good baby, that is two things you have done in your nappy, do you want to go for the hat trick and soil yourself as well”?

“I want to go home now” said Andy, but it sounded garbled with the pacifier in his mouth. He was hugely embarrassed by his situation.

“I don’t think so “ said Olivia kissing him on the front of his dummy. Andy went to move and realised that around his ankle was a soft lined leather cuff that was secured to an eye bolt set in the floor. “I am going to keep you sweetheart “.

[ace]

Love, love, love your work Antonia. Looking forward to another epic, great start. Oh how I wish I was Andy .... at the moment anyway ;-)

[sweet baby katie]

Thank you for writing again Antonia.  Very enjoyable start.  i hope you continue.  perhaps he is put into baby dresses as it makes diaper changes easier.

[DaraJaney]

Oh no!  And he was just about to leave her!

[antonia]

Chapter 3

Andy felt a chill run through his body and it triggered an involuntary spurt of urine to further soak his nappies. Olivia smiled at him like a doting mother. “That’s a good baby, you will soon get used to wetting your nappy without a second thought”.

He sat up and looked round her bedroom and was shocked to see that on the top of a chest of drawers was a huge stack of terry nappies, which he estimated to be over two dozen. They looked like regular nappies but clearly bigger, because another pile of smaller nappies were piled alongside. He was later to find out that the baby size diapers were for use as stuffers. One of the drawers was open and it was full of plastic pants in various colours, some with vivid nursery prints of rattles, teddies, unicorns and other juvenile subjects, then others that were pastel colours trimmed with lace, bows and other sissyish trimmings.

On the floor was a large white bucket with a close fitting lid. It proclaimed “Andy’s wet nappies” but worryingly there was a similar pink bucket next to it for soiled nappies. There were unopened packets scattered all over the floor, bibs, mittens, dummies, baby bottles. Piled up in one corner were what he assumed were disposable nappies with varying levels of absorption. This was clearly a plan that had not reached completion, since nothing had been properly sorted. A travel rail along one wall had a dozen or more hangers with what looked like body suits and sun dresses.

Olivia pulled back the bed clothes and looked lovingly at Andy as he suc-ked his dummy with his cute pink trimmed bib that declared ‘Mummy’s Baby’ and was looking decidedly soggy. Best of all was his puffy clear plastic pants that showed a wet, grey-yellow towelling nappy that clung to him tightly.

She applied a cuff to his other ankle and shuffled off his pants and nappy over first one foot and then the other, replacing the cuff after each action. Andy sat on her bed naked and confused. She told him to lift up as she slipped a new nappy under him and fastened it tightly with pink tipped safety pins. She completed his protection with a pair of snap popper plastic pants.

Andy continued to suc-k on his dummy, he could not work out why he was so attached to it. There was something inside of him that had snapped on that first night with some strange drug. Olivia had clearly gone mad, there was no way he was going to cooperate and no possible way that she could bend him to her will.

Olivia disappeared without a word and Andy felt anxious. He pulled the covers over himself and gave a small shiver. His bladder was beginning to fill again and he was anxious to get free so that he could use a proper toilet. He sat up and lent forward to examine the cuff, in addition to a buckle there was a secure padlock. He had no chance of releasing it and would have to wait for another opportunity.

Olivia was returning and he returned to a prone position, trying to look innocent as if all was normal. In her hands was a tray containing a baby’s bottle on one side and shaving paraphernalia on the other. He felt his face, it was a bit rough, but not that bad, as his beard was very light and not enough to even grow a decent moustache. “No silly! I need to shave your nappy area or you will get a rash. Little babies do not have hair down there, unlike their mummies who have lots”! She lifted her nightgown to show him her luxurious growth and a dim memory slowly came back to him. Andy started to struggle, but being secured by both his feet he could only move his upper torso. Olivia looked annoyed, grappled his dummy and tore it from his mouth. Andy looked shocked but before he could do or say anything she had replaced the dummy with the teat of the feeding bottle. As the first drops of milk passed his tongue, he began to suc-k and realised that he had been duped again. His mind started to drift, he felt compliant, woolly and open to suggestions but he also became limp and floppy, totally lacking coordination.