Failed and Faulty

[antonia]

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.

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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 £35 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 £140 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]