Sissy Baby

Honey. I was going through some of your old boxes from college in the garage and look what I found!

Are these yours?

Like these plastic pants and the adult size diapers and a baby changing bag with wipes and talc and an adult sized baby bottle and an adult pacifier

Aww does my wittle boyfriend like to dress up like an adult baby?

Don’t be embarrassed honey. We all have our little kinks and fantasies. Yours is to be put into diapers and plastic pants and be treated like a baby!

Here I can do that for you. Do you want me to put you in a diaper?

Come on don’t be shy. I think it’s cute you want to wear diapers

Actually I think all little boys should be diapered. And it’s clear to me you are a little boy.

Come on. Pants off diaper on

Oh my! You do like wearing a diaper. You really are quite excited sweetie. Would you like me to finish you off in there? I mean that thick absorbent padding will soak up your stickies won’t it. Nobody need know. It can be our little secret. How about that?

All Haley wanted was to be a star but now she was going to be someone’s infantilized accessory . Having flown out to LA to audition for a role she was excited and after having lunch with the producers assistant do you agree to come along in her car to meet which was her last mistake . When she entered the car and buckled in, she was quickly grabbed a bag placed over her head and injected with a mild sedative and every breath she took brought her closer to unconscious before she finally passed out . Sometime later, she woke face on the mat of a cold concrete floor . Still dazed, she tried to move only to fuel a warm hug of a straight jacket surrounding her . As she felt her surrounding she felt a warm wet sensation around her crotch and smelled it a diaper . Actually, she laid there dazed and surprised she wondered what happened to her and she would get her answers soon enough . The door opened, revealing the producers assistant and the demand himself.  the man, looked at her and node affirmatively saying that she got the part but not the one she wanted tho . He introduced himself and his mistress as new nanny who would look after her during the transition phase . He explained to Haley that she had been chosen to undergo infantilization and she had all the right qualities to do so and needed to get her here under false pretenses . He continued by telling her that they already begun and given her first series of muscle relaxers to have her lose control of her bladder, which they could already tell was wet and would demonstrate. His mistress nanny will turn Haley over onto her back, pulling her numb legs up and unsealing the diaper . She would clean her and powder her crotch before putting a new one on her . All Haley could do was watch on in fear as she did . He explained that once she was ready, she would be adopted until then she would live here for now on until she finished her transition. 

Both would leave the room, locking it behind them, leaving haley face down and ass up in total shock at what happened and all she could do was cry her eyes out for hours . Later on they would be back to change her again and feed her for dinner, which was a warm bottle as she was held by the nanny mistress as she feed Haley, her warm bottle of medicine and formula . Days and weeks would pass without any measure of time being kept by Haley asked the days and weeks bleed into each other as she lost herself in isolation . She would cry periodically lamenting her decision not to tell anyone where she was going that she wanted to keep it a surprise if she got the “part” that was a lie . Eventually her decisions and the reasons to cry stopped mattering as her new reality set in . Her mind started to go along with her language skills as it requested back to an infantile state . As the months passed her legs would atrophy and turned to jelly being unable to stand up or walk having always been kept on her belly or back. Eventually, she would be let out of the room brought to a makeshift nursery with other captive people in similar states unable to communicate or transfer ideas of what they’ve been through so far. Almost a year and change Haley had all but forgotten about herself and was no more an Infantilized adult lacking any independence or agency to speaker of . Then the day would come when she would be adopted by a nice lesbian couple who took her in to begin her life again as an Infantilized woman who only ever wanted to be a star.

You need to be in nappies sweetheart

I know you may not agree that you need them

But you do

And I can tell you have thoroughly soaked that nappy you were put in earlier

Don’t be embarrassed. No need to cover your face: I think all men should be in nappies

That’s why I am here to change you.

Nurse knows best

Oh my look how much you need to be in nappies. This weighs a ton!!

Awww is nurse teasing you? Showing you her panties?

Don’t get excited baby. You won’t be finding out what’s inside here I am afraid. That’s not for little boys who wet their nappies

I’m such a pathetic little girl when I’m grinding in my daddy’s @terryclothdaydreams lap 😳

Diaper check at the BDSM convention

Mistress Mommy and diaper cuck at the park:

Aww what a cute wittle baby. Did you have a nice walk with Mommy in the park? And you made a biig stinky - phew, you were soo cute when you lost control and had to squat down like a baby.

I mean I absolutely adore these little for big baby cuties

But if you would prefer to be in a sissy pink princess diaper for the evening then of course that can be arranged

I mean we both know this is your life now

You will always be in a pink outfit

You will always be in a pink diaper

You will always be in chastity

My little baby boy

Oh don’t cry sweetheart

You need to understand that your adult life is over

Now it’s Mommy who decides everything. When you eat. When you sleep and especially when she thinks it’s time to change your diaper! Now come on get in the diaper position for Mommy. That’s a good little boy

The living room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of plastic as Emily unfolded the thick, white diaper. Her older sister, Claire, lay on the couch, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, a pacifier bobbing gently in her mouth.

“Come on, Claire,” Emily said, her voice teasing but gentle. “Don’t you want to play Mommy and Baby? You used to love this when we were kids.”

Claire groaned around the pacifier, her eyes darting away.

“I’m 24, Em. You’re 21. Shouldn’t we be, I don’t know, out dating or something? Maybe even… having actual sex with guys?”

Emily just giggled, shaking her head as she slid the diaper under Claire’s hips.

“Sex is overrated. This is way more fun. Besides, you’re the one who agreed to this. Now hold still.”

Claire sighed, her body tense as Emily taped the diaper snugly around her waist. The thick padding pressed against her skin, and she couldn’t help but squirm.

“There,” Emily said, patting the front of the diaper. “All done. My little baby sister.”

Claire’s face turned even redder.

“I’m older than you, remember?”

Emily just smirked, leaning down to adjust the pacifier in Claire’s mouth.

“Not right now, you’re not. Right now, you’re my baby. And babies don’t talk back.”

"Alright, hold still," she said softly, her voice warm and soothing as she gently wiped him clean. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the baby wipes and the occasional crinkle of the fresh diaper she had laid out beside him.

She worked carefully, her movements tender and precise, making sure every inch of him was clean and comfortable. But as she reached for the new diaper, her eyes lingered for a moment too long, her gaze drifting downward.

"Hmm," she murmured, a small, playful smile tugging at her lips. "Looks like someone’s feeling a little… exposed."

He blushed furiously, his hands instinctively moving to cover himself, but she caught his wrist, her touch gentle but firm.

"Oh, no you don’t," she said with a soft laugh. "We’re not done yet. And besides, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before."

She reached for the fresh diaper, unfolding it with practiced ease and sliding it beneath him. But before she fastened the tabs, she paused again, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You know," she said, her voice teasing but kind, "we should probably do something about this little… situation. Can’t have you waddling around with a distraction, can we?"

He groaned, covering his face with his hands.

"Please don’t," he mumbled, his voice muffled. "It’s embarrassing enough as it is."

She laughed, the sound light and melodic, and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead.

"Oh, don’t be silly," she said, her tone affectionate. "It’s just you and me. And besides, I think it’s kind of cute."

With that, she carefully positioned the diaper, making sure everything was snug and secure before fastening the tabs with a gentle pat.

"There," she said, sitting back on her heels with a satisfied smile. "All done. Now your little ‘problem’ is all tucked away where it belongs."

He peeked out from behind his hands, his face still red but his eyes grateful.

"Thanks," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

She leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead and smiling down at him.

"Anytime, baby," she said softly. "Now, how about we get you dressed and find something fun to do, huh? Maybe a movie and some cuddles?"

He nodded, a small, shy smile spreading across his face as he reached for her hand.

"That sounds perfect," he said, his voice warm with gratitude.

And as she helped him up, the crinkle of his fresh diaper filling the room, she couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection for the man—her man—who trusted her enough to let her take care of him in every way.