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To say she had broken you would have been an understatement. A year ago, you had been the president of your sorority, hottest girl on campus, and with the GPA to possibly be Valedictorian. You had everything: brains, beauty, and dedication. The only thing you didn't have was a loyal boyfriend.
It was the beginning of your senior year. A new freshmen, Victoria, was rushing for your sorority. She seemed sweet enough, and she clearly had a dominate side. All of the other pledges followed her lead.
As president, you figured you would take her under your wing. Teach her the basics so one day she could take your place... It was supposed to be after you graduated...
Victoria, however, wanted power and quickly. You underestimated how far she would go.
One night, after a party, you had planned on surprising your boyfriend with some new lingerie. You knocked on his door, and he said to come on in.
Victoria was riding you boyfriend. You were shocked and desperately turned on. You had always known your boyfriend had a high drive, and you enjoyed when he was with other girl, but you had rules. No one from the university.
"Mark." You said. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Babe. Victoria said it was fine, that y'all were super close."
"We have rules."
"Shut up madam president."
"What did you just say to--"
"I said shut up."
You shut up.
"Come. Kneel at the bed. Kiss my feet."
You knew you shouldn't. What if word spread? What if... Victoria snapped her fingers and your feet dragged you to the edge of the bed.
"Good." Kiss my feet.
You did as you were told. The shame however could not override your arousal.
Afterwards, you were deathly afraid Victoria would reveal what happened to the other girls. But she didn't, she would do more sinister things. She'd whisper in your year, "Awe it was so cute when you begged me to make him cum." She'd show pictures of your boyfriend to the other girls and talk about all the things she'd do with him if he were single.
If you tried to stop her. Tell her to shut up. She'd look at you with a smile and shake her finger. "No. No. No." It would say. "Cuckies don't interrupt."
It continued to get worst. Sometimes, when it was just the two of you in a room, she tell you to get on your knees and kiss her feet or otherwise she'd spill the beans.
Months. The President of the sorority would knee at the feet of a freshmen: Tying her shoes, completing her homework, giving her rides to parties and waiting in the car.
Beauty. Brains. But, at the end of it all, you were her bitch. She said go, you asked how far. She said jump, you asked how high. She said good girl, you woofed like a puppy.
She worked slow and methodical though. She knew that the longer it went on, the more you'd come to accept your position.
So, at the last formal of your university career, Victoria rushed on stage.
"Hiiiii, everyone. I'm so happy to be here." She gave a long speech about how wonder the community was and how supportive her sisters were. "And finally, I just want to thank you president. She's been so wonderful."
Your hands began to shake. She called you up to the stage. As you reached for the mic to speak, she pulled it away. Leaning towards your ear, she whispered a command.
A tear slipped down your cheek as you knelt before her and kissed her heels.
Silence. Whispers. Laughter.
You slide up onto your knees. Victory petted your hair.
"Our kind and humble president is planning to stay on at the sorority to help me. She'll be my personal assistant and house maid." She smiled. "Can we give your former president and new maid a round of applause."
After that it was all down hill. Even though you were still a student for one more month, she forced you to wear a uniform in the sorority house. She made you call all the sisters "Miss and Ma'am." And... while he remained your boyfriend in name, she had dibs to every other part of him.
It was one thing when your boyfriend said you had to start wearing diapers again at night after one too many wet mornings.
You even saw some logic in him suggesting you wear "protection" during the day on long trips and flights. Even shorter trips where you might fall asleep had some reasoning behind it when you considered the alternative of waking up wet in the car.
Weeks went by and the simple white plastic underwear became normalized for you. You even found that it was more convent at times, and your partner was always offering to help when you needed a change.
But you realized sometime later that maybe this wasn't an innocent, natural progression of a control problem...
He started checking your diapers more, and began taking more responsibility for changing you. The amount of time spent in your old underwear dwindled. He started encouraging you to hydrate more, first with large cups of water at bedtime, then by handing you gradually more childish sippy cups throughout the day.
One day though, he came over and checked your diaper and decided it was time for a change. Leading you upstairs, he turned into the spare bedroom rather than heading down the hall into the room you usually share.
You stood there, mouth agape, realizing instantly that this was the planned outcome all along. He wanted you to be in diapers. And he'd been doing everything in his power to ensure you end up in them.
A large white changing table hugged the far wall. Its color contrasted by a bright, nursery print vinyl pad on top. Below, stacks and stacks of diapers lined the shelves. But not the crisp white medical diapers you haf become so used to... these diapers looked like adult-sized versions of modern baby diapers, sized up to fit you. Their bright colors and playful patterns a clear indication of what your new status was, not just in the relationship, but to everyone.
"Alright princess, hop on up, Daddy will get you all cleaned up, I've got lots of wonderful new diapers for my baby to wear....which is a good thing since I threw out all of your old undies yesterday."
Your mind wandered... your thoughts just passing pink clouds in that newly emptied head of yours... or, was it always this empty?
it didn't matter... your daddy was there to take care of you...
he wakes you in the morning and helps you out of your crib, changes your thick night time diaper after you became a heavy bedwetter, would feed you yummy mushy baby food and Special Bottles of baby formula and milk that made your happy, horny, baby brain feel all, like, totally, YUMMY and DUMMY. it was no fun to think... not at all... especially about how you were once a potty trained big girl... no, you much rather enjoyed the warm fuzzy tingles of being a good baby brained dumb diaper dolly...
Under the watchful and constant care of your Daddy, you didnt have to think about anything... not about bills or semester grades...not when to go to bed, when to wake up... and certainly not when to go to the potty... you just let go in your diapers...
in fact, you were starting to feel less and less each time you leaked into your pretty princess pampers... but you didnt even think about that...
not thinking was so much fun... so much fun, that even when daddy said that "Good Baby Girls Don't Think About Anything" , you just nodded your head, and popped your thumb in your mouth, as drool began to slip out, you clutched your favorite stuffy close, and felt weak at the knees as your diaper began to feel all wet, warm, squishy, and tingly...
No More Thinking For You, Little One...
This is a work of fiction depicting consenting adults over the age of 18 made for the purpose of entertainment. This material should not be viewed, read, or interacted with by those under the age of 18. By reading this you are agreeing that you are at least 18 years old
(Be kind this is my first written piece, art also by me - RiniClover)
"Oh dear that's another raincloud for the chart little one"
This was supposed to be easy, stay dry and get sunny stickers all week. Then Allie's Mummy would let the babygirl try out pull-ups. Allie had been so confident too. Rubbing it in her Domme's face that it would be a piece of cake, even getting sassy. But Mummy wasn't going to punish the little bratty sub with a spanking. Oh no. The little one was in for a week of constant bottles of milk and water. Deliberately scenic car rides, even some treats of her favorite sody-pop. Couple that with the nighttime lullabies having some..... Interesting suggestions laced between the soothing tones and it all stacked up to this moment.
Allie had been playing with her chalkboard humming a nonsensical tune. The feel of the chalk, the smell of dinner cooking somewhere in the home, the warm spring evening. It was perfect to just zone out as it was home, it was safe and her Mummy was nearby. Eventually, Mummy found her little one drooling and cooing to herself, chalk and drawing long forgotten as the blissed-out little let out a soft sigh and another stream of piss filled her now very full diaper, it was warm and squishy and just right for a dumb little thing like Allie. The padding didn't have anything left to give so now there was a very large puddle on the floor around her.
"Maybe in a few months, we can try again pumpkin. Now let's get that soggy butt changed"
Mummy smiled as she helped the once prideful girl up to her feet and gently nudged her towards the bathroom for some quality time with the rubber duckies and bubbles. Maybe a few months was too soon, Mummy thought to herself, maybe it would be another year for them to try again.
‘Uh oh, little one, why didn’t you tell me you had to go? You’re supposed to be a big girl now, and big girls don’t poop in their pull ups. Didn’t you know you needed to go potty? It’s ok, baby, you don’t need to be embarrassed. I just didn’t realise what a little girl you still are. I’m going to put you back into pampers for a while, I don’t think you’re quite ready for potty training yet!’
Keep your girlfriend away from inappropriate literature. Take away all her adult novels and replace them with picture-books written for toddlers. You don’t want her getting any silly ideas about being a big girl.
Alternatively, something you might consider is allowing her to read grown-up books, but only when she’s in a dirty diaper. Let her see how far she can get through her favourite novels before she’s begging for a nappy change and The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
Tell us why you like your diapers more than dick
We know it’ll get you wet to type it out and tell the world
I love my diapers more than dick because they’re warm and squishy and bulky. I love filling them up and feeling them get more and more soggy and uncomfortable. I love playing in them (when I’m allowed), they always make me cum so much (when that’s allowed). I love being made to make them thicker and thicker until I have an unmistakable diaper bulge and waddle. They make me feel like an embarrassed oversized toddler; keeping me firmly in my place and reminding me what I am with every movement and wetting.
To say she had broken you would have been an understatement. A year ago, you had been the president of your sorority, hottest girl on campus, and with the GPA to possibly be Valedictorian. You had everything: brains, beauty, and dedication. The only thing you didn't have was a loyal boyfriend.
It was the beginning of your senior year. A new freshmen, Victoria, was rushing for your sorority. She seemed sweet enough, and she clearly had a dominate side. All of the other pledges followed her lead.
As president, you figured you would take her under your wing. Teach her the basics so one day she could take your place... It was supposed to be after you graduated...
Victoria, however, wanted power and quickly. You underestimated how far she would go.
One night, after a party, you had planned on surprising your boyfriend with some new lingerie. You knocked on his door, and he said to come on in.
Victoria was riding you boyfriend. You were shocked and desperately turned on. You had always known your boyfriend had a high drive, and you enjoyed when he was with other girl, but you had rules. No one from the university.
"Mark." You said. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Babe. Victoria said it was fine, that y'all were super close."
"We have rules."
"Shut up madam president."
"What did you just say to--"
"I said shut up."
You shut up.
"Come. Kneel at the bed. Kiss my feet."
You knew you shouldn't. What if word spread? What if... Victoria snapped her fingers and your feet dragged you to the edge of the bed.
"Good." Kiss my feet.
You did as you were told. The shame however could not override your arousal.
Afterwards, you were deathly afraid Victoria would reveal what happened to the other girls. But she didn't, she would do more sinister things. She'd whisper in your year, "Awe it was so cute when you begged me to make him cum." She'd show pictures of your boyfriend to the other girls and talk about all the things she'd do with him if he were single.
If you tried to stop her. Tell her to shut up. She'd look at you with a smile and shake her finger. "No. No. No." It would say. "Cuckies don't interrupt."
It continued to get worst. Sometimes, when it was just the two of you in a room, she tell you to get on your knees and kiss her feet or otherwise she'd spill the beans.
Months. The President of the sorority would knee at the feet of a freshmen: Tying her shoes, completing her homework, giving her rides to parties and waiting in the car.
Beauty. Brains. But, at the end of it all, you were her bitch. She said go, you asked how far. She said jump, you asked how high. She said good girl, you woofed like a puppy.
She worked slow and methodical though. She knew that the longer it went on, the more you'd come to accept your position.
So, at the last formal of your university career, Victoria rushed on stage.
"Hiiiii, everyone. I'm so happy to be here." She gave a long speech about how wonder the community was and how supportive her sisters were. "And finally, I just want to thank you president. She's been so wonderful."
Your hands began to shake. She called you up to the stage. As you reached for the mic to speak, she pulled it away. Leaning towards your ear, she whispered a command.
A tear slipped down your cheek as you knelt before her and kissed her heels.
Silence. Whispers. Laughter.
You slide up onto your knees. Victory petted your hair.
"Our kind and humble president is planning to stay on at the sorority to help me. She'll be my personal assistant and house maid." She smiled. "Can we give your former president and new maid a round of applause."
After that it was all down hill. Even though you were still a student for one more month, she forced you to wear a uniform in the sorority house. She made you call all the sisters "Miss and Ma'am." And... while he remained your boyfriend in name, she had dibs to every other part of him.
If your baby thinks she's big enough to use the potty, make it as unpleasant as possible for her
- give her a ridiculous potty schedule to keep to
- make her ask permission, and add a lock to the door if she tried to use it without asking
- keep her in outfits that are harder to remove, or mean she has to strip to pee (zips clasps on the back/rompers)
- inspect her underwear first to check she hasn't leaked
- keep the toilet seat and the floor of the bathroom cold
- make her sit there and hold it until you say she can pee
- stand there and watch her the whole time
- make her wait a few minutes after she's done, just to be sure she's finished peeing
- have her bend at the waist with her legs spread for mommy to wipe her pussy, tell her she never does it properly. Use cold wipes or rough toilet paper. Find ways to leave her like that for a few minutes
- pull her panties up too high to give her a small wedgie
- scrub her hands clean with cold water
When it comes to night time insist on a diaper and make it the most pleasant sweet experience for her! Make her see her diapers as a luxury
Diapers are such a brilliant tool to put sluts in their place… It’s quite hard to act all strong and independent while you’re waddling around in that haha <33
Imagine throwing one of your feminist tamper tantrums about equal rights, only for me to interrupt you mid sentence with:
„Do you need a change, honey? Is that what it is?“
This will immediately take you down a few notches and it’s also a great way to deal with other forms of female entitlement <3
Make them ask for permissions to go to the potty and then proceed to either hand them a pull up, diaper, tell them to wet their pants, or take them to the potty at my own discretion vs theirs.
Big Bro: You sure are waddly, little guy
Me: Umm...nuh uh!
Big Bro: Yes...yes you are. Come on! This mall has a changing table thats just the right size for you.
Mom Knows Best
Mom Knows Best
“And how is mommy's little bedwetter this morning?” Alyssa asked sweetly as she entered their home's spare room and sauntered in.
This morning she was wearing snug shorts and a tight, fitted top that revealed a sexy line of cleavage from her impressive bosom.
Johnny blushed red at being called out, even though he could hardly deny the humiliating label his wife had taken to calling him these days. To be sure, there could be no denying the pungent smell of urine that surrounded him and that was emanating from his soaking wet diapers.
Alyssa crossed the room and quickly slipped a finger inside Johnny's plastic panties.
“Mm-hm, just like the last four nights in a row. We certainly made the right decision in putting you back into diapers, didn't we sweetie?”
Her husband's cheeks flushed an even brighter red that such childish measures had to be taken although a part of him also recognized his wife was only being pragmatic about his chronic and stubbornly persistent bedwetting habit. Still, her comments made him feel like he was 14 years old again, when his mother used to put him in diapers and rubber panties every night, rather than risk a ruined mattress.
Taking his hand, Alyssa pulled him out of bed and sat him on the changing pad, along which stacks of soft cloth diapers and plastic panties lay, ready for use.
Pulling the layers of soggy cotton cloth down, she dumped them in the rubber bucket nearby which gave off a strong smell of stale pee when the lid was raised.
“I want you to hand wash all those today and hang them on the clothesline to dry,”she told him, her tone of voice becoming more authoritative.
“Okay,” Johnny replied in barely a whisper. He was flushed with embarrassment and a part of him wondered what the neighbors would think when they saw the large rectangles of diapers out in the back yard but he was too ashamed to mention it.
Now that his diapers had been removed, he thought he was free to get up and take his shower but Alyssa put her slim hand on his chest.
“Not yet, sweetie,” she told him as she took a few diapers from the stack and arranged them between his spread legs, “I think we'll start having you wear your diapers during the daytime too—maybe that will help reinforce your need to try harder to stay dry at night.”
Johnny's mouth opened in shock.
“D-during the d-daytime?” he quivered anxiously. His face was a mixture of shame and anxiety.
“Up,” she commanded him firmly, with which he complied without question as she slid the thick stack of fluffy soft diapers beneath him, “Yes. I bought you all these diapers and plastic panties—you might as well make use of them.”
Johnny was strongly tempted to launch into a spirited argument against this new policy but his bottom still bore the marks from the fight they'd had earlier that week. Alyssa's paddle had settled things once and for all and Johnny didn't want to start out the weekend, crying like a baby again.
Sprinkling baby powder generously over her hubby's diminutive package, she pulled the thick layers of Birdseye up between his legs and pinned the bulky cloth around his hips.
“Now, let's see...which baby panties shall we choose today?” she mused as she sifted through the stack to his right. Although he had been quite firm in insisting that she purchase plain white vinyl pants, Alyssa had overridden him (as she always did) and bought a selection of nursery prints and colorful pastel plastic panties.
“Here we go,” she said brightly, “I like these because they're so loud and crinkly.”
The ones she had chosen were white with a pattern of playful animal characters—just the thing one would expect an incontinent toddler to wear and Johnny hated them.
“No...no,” he whimpered in protest but she quickly and efficiently snaked them over his feet and pulled them up his slim thighs.
“These are so cute and I know mom's going to love them when she sees you,” she said as she began working them over the fat bulk of his diapers.
“Y-your m-mom??” Johnny stuttered apprehensively.
“Mm-hm,” she said simply, “She's coming over this morning to help me take care of some things.”
“B-but...she can't see me like this,” Johnny exclaimed desperately.
“Look sweetie, you might as well know—she's always thought you were nothing but a big sissy. In fact, it was her idea to put you back in diapers in the first place.”
Johnny's mouth dropped open in abject shock as his cheeks now flushed a bright red.
“Sh-she knows?” he quaked.
“Mm-hm. I told her all about your bedwetting and she even helped me pick out some of your plastic and rubber panties. And now she's anxious to see her little diapered son-in-law.”
Johnny hated when she made remarks about his short stature but it was even worse in this context. And he couldn't believe she'd told someone else about his diapers, especially his mother-in-law who already held him in such low regard. He could easily imagine her sniggering comments about what a sissy baby he was to need diapers at night.
Unfortunately, his troubled line of thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening and that familiar voice calling from the entry way.
“Alyssa? I'm here.”
Johnny gulped in panic and just barely stopped an urgent spurt of pee from flooding into his diapers.
“In here, mom,” Alyssa called out.
Johnny couldn't believe it--here he was, wearing a fat set of pampers and babyish plastic panties and about to be shown off to his mother-in-law!
“No!' he cried out in a weak voice but Alyssa just smiled down on him without sympathy.
A moment later, her mother came into the room and she stood over Johnny, looking down at him as she shook her head with dismay.
“Well, well, well,” she said in her condescending voice, “Looks like our little bedwetter finally got the diapers he needed.”
Johnny's cheeks burned with shame and he looked away.
“Stand up,” she commanded, taking his wrist and yanking him to his feet.
Johnny could only stare at the floor, hoping it would swallow him up as his mother-in-law stared at him harshly.
“Turn around,” she ordered him and as Johnny's fat, padded bottom turned toward her, she swatted it hard.
“You big sissy!” she snapped harshly.
Johnny wanted to run and hide but there was nowhere to go. He had always been intimidated by his overbearing, bossy mother-in-law and this was absolutely mortifying for him. He trembled in fear as his lower lip quivered and felt like he was about to burst into tears.
Reaching into her purse, she took out a large rubber pacifier and without another word, forcibly stuffed it into Johnny's trembling mouth. He squealed and made a paltry effort to resist her but her superior will easily conquered the diapered sissy and the women smiled with amusement as he stood in place, obediently sucking and slurping on the fat rubber teat in his mouth.
“And there's another little something I've got that is just what your little sissy needs,” she explained as she reached back into her purse.
Johnny watched with trepidation as she pulled out a small metal cage looking device and showed it to Alyssa.
“It's called the Prissy Penis Prison and it was especially designed for little pansies with shrimp dicks like Johnny here.”
Alyssa took it in her hands as a big smile formed on her pretty face.
The chastity device was made of hardened stainless steel with a cuff ring that fit around that back of the victim's genitals and a small, thimble-sized cage that ensured his penis would remain sissy soft and completely inaccessible. Down the center of it was a clear, flexible insert.
“Look what mom got for you, sweetie!” she said excitedly, “I agree--this is exactly what you need.”
Johnny swallowed hard anxiously, listening to his gorgeous wife's obvious enthusiasm over the terrifying device.
“Let's see if it fits!” she said eagerly.
Without asking how Johnny felt about the idea, she swiftly pulled his diapers and plastic panties down, revealing his pathetic child-sized package. His mother-in-law helped out by inserting a key into the side of the device and separating the two main parts. Reaching down, she worked Johnny's little balls and stubby shaft through the ring before pulling a tube of lubricant out of her purse.
“Always make sure this insert is sterilized before you put it in him. And always use this lube on the tip—we don't want our little sissy to get an infection do we?” Alyssa's mom advised.
It now became apparent that the flexible tube that ran down its center was clearly designed to be put into the sissy's urethra for extra security and emasculation.
“Yes, my little pantywaist,” she grinned at Johnny, “This will make sure your new chastity device stays right where it belongs, leaving your pathetic little nub securely locked in steel. What do you think of that?”
Johnny was shaking his head, quivering with fear as his eyes misted with tears.
“N-no, please mama,” he whimpered but the fat pacifier bulb filling his mouth made his plea unintelligible.
“A bedwetting sissy like you needs diapers—not orgasms,” she told him firmly as she bent down and positioned the cage before his shriveled penis.
Alyssa was standing behind him and her hands gripped his hips to prevent his escape.
Johnny sobbed as the rounded tip of the flexible insert touched the slit of his head and was slowly pushed inside.
“No,” he blubbered weakly, waving his hands in abject helplessness.
With steady determination, Alyssa's mom gradually pushed the insert in farther until the rim of the metal cage was touching his bashful head. Sliding it a further three quarters of an inch, the cage captured his head, surrounding it securely with steel and two metal pins mated with the ring behind his scrotum. Inserting the key into a captive lock along the top of the device, his mother-in-law twisted it slightly, leaving a small metal locking pin in place.
“There. Say goodbye to your silly little erections. And say goodbye to being able to play with yourself. This has put an end to that, once and for all,” she told him.
Without another word, she reached down and yanked his diapers back in place.
“Alyssa, don't you have a date this afternoon?” she asked her daughter.
Johnny's mouth opened again in shock.
“Mm-hm. Tom's meeting me at two—and he definitely doesn't wear diapers,” she said with a flirtatious giggle.
“Wha--” Johnny gasped.
“--Well sissy boy. Looks like it's just you and me this afternoon,” Alyssa's mother abruptly interrupted him, “And you can bet you'll be taking a trip over my lap for a well-deserved spanking.”
Taking the paddle that was laying on a nearby dresser, she smacked it loudly against the palm of her open hand.
“You're about to learn how I punish sissy bedwetters.”
THE END
Awww! Your widdle scwunchy face is so cute, sweetie! You wook just wike dis! I fink someone's making a big poopy in hims pants, isn't hims? Yes hims is! Hims is gonna have a vewy dirty diapee in a moment!
Hahaha! I can't believe you actually don't use toilets anymore! I mean, your wife told me she'd sent you to a regression center after she caught you cheating on her, but actually seeing you like this is something else. You look so stupid! A grown man pulling a 'potty face' and pooping in a diaper! I'd heard that boys who go through the centers end up back in diapers, but I expected you to try and be discreet about using them. Instead you started grunting and straining like you were trying to make it as obvious as possible! They really did train you to act like a big toddler in there, didn't they?
Oopsie! I forgot I'm not supposed to talk to you like this anymore! Your wife, sorry, your Mommy, told me to always speak to you wike you're just a widdle baby. She said it would be ideal if you never get treated like an adult ever again, so get used to women cooing at you and making silly faces, sweetie! That's how grown-ups act around babies! Now, how about mister stinky-britches finishes making boom-boom in hims diapee, then hims babysitter can give hims a nice, long changie... with extra baby-talk!
Mommy put me in my new chastity before she made me take these pictures🥺🥺🙈🙈 she said “naughty boys don’t get to feel their little boy parts”
Mommy wants to make more friends in the community so if anyone wants to talk to her I can give you her Snapchat. She’s looking for other mommies to talk too or possibly a little preferably a girl
Doctor’s orders - It Is Done - Part 10
After an hour since Gregory had put Stan to sleep, the man knew he could return to the boy’s nursery. The sound already stopped and it was safe to get in. A small exposure to the sound and lights wasn’t a significant risk, and yet Gregory didn’t want to take any chances with the regression program affecting him. He stood by the door, looking at Stan in his crib, sound asleep. He learned about what these sounds and lights can do to a person. How somehow it tipped men over the edge towards infantilism. Not exactly sure how, but the results were almost a hundred present proof within a few sessions. His boy Stan, he thought, only needed one session. He was in need of an authority figure, he was in need of guidance, he was in need of letting go and just being. So many men need it, but Gregory was happy to give it to Stan.
Stan was dreaming the weirdest dream he had ever dreamed. He walked into a huge office building made of cold gray concrete with cold floor tiles and a high ceiling.
As he walked to the receptionist, someone yelled “Stan come over here now and send these forms!”. He ran towards the voice while papers emerged in his grip. He got to an old dial landline phone and a voice screamed in his ear “Answer me now! I’m a mad client!” He let go of the forms and picked up the phone, just to hear a busy sound bip.
Hot men and women walked in front of him, smelling good, looking good, and touching each other in a non-appropriate way. He wanted to take part in that, but his feet were stuck on the cold tiles. He couldn’t move, he felt that he wanted to take part, but couldn’t. The lobby became a nightclub, and the men and women started taking off their clothes and having sex in front of him. He tried to move his feet again, but as he looked down, he saw he was naked as they were. Just in front of him people were having sex, but as he looked down again, his dick was soft and small, not paying attention to what was happening.
Waves of emotions had started to hit him. He began tearing up. His eyes were so wet he couldn’t see anything anymore. Once he succeeded in drying them up, he was in a middle of a field, looking up to the night sky. Stars and planets surrounded him from up above, it reminded him of something he saw in the past. Strange sounds echoed into the night, a lullaby maybe, with a voice talking.
“It’s okay to cry.” the voice said.
A figure appeared from the distance, it looked like a giant teddy bear, with a loving and warm facial expression.
“Are you Stan?” the teddy bear asked.
“I am, yes” Stan sniffled.
“Why are you naked?” the bear looked down at Stan’s soft penis.
“I don’t know” he answered with a worried tone.
“All these horrible people with their horrible demands. I can take that away from you. Would you like that Stan?” the bear asked and spread his arms for a hug.
“Yes Teddy” Stan answered and went in for a hug.
In his dream, Stan opened his eyes to find out he was in a playpen, inside a huge nursery. The smell of baby powder was in the air. He was wearing a thick diaper, a full PJ, and a dangling pacifier clipped on him. Uncle Gregory came by the playpen and kneeled.
“How is my good boy today? Having fun watching his shows?” he raffled Stan’s hair.
A big screen TV was playing some kind of babyish show, which seemed to calm Stan down. Uncle Gregory grabbed the pacifier and stuck it into Stan’s mouth.
“You need it. Now, here’s your best friend Teddy. Put your little head down and take a nap.” he presented a stuffed teddy bear that looked like the same one from before. Stan took the bear into his chest and laid down. He felt so content, so warm, so safe. His uncle was watching over him, his best friend was in his arms, not a single worry. A warm feeling started in his diaper, he peed, but he didn’t care, it felt great. Looking at his fuzzy friend, he rolled over to his stomach, holding his friend with one arm, he felt the need to hump his wet diaper.
Gregory was standing there for twenty minutes. He loved to watch the first hyno night process. Especially the part when the boys start to hump their already-wet diapers. Stan’s diaper came up and down, softly, slowly, in a rhythm. In the dark, Stan made soft cooing and whining sounds while he was humping a bit faster than before. With a final whine, the boy lowered his diaper to the mattress and stopped moving.
He broke Stan, he is now the little boy he needed to be, it is done.
Tonight I'm in camping with Friend and we're getting out. Si I put a Big diaper to stay dry during all night long.
Ce soir je suis en camping avec des amis et on sors. Alors j'ai mis une grosse couche pour tenir toute la soirée et toute la nuit.
How I usually can be founds when I’m little 🙈🙊
...i got sick and tired of waking up in a wet bed every morning. He was flooding his pants every single night like a baby.
We did set an alarm every night to get him up and go to the potty. Even that didn't work, he still wets the sheets.
So i decided to get him some Pampers and diaper him up for the night. He wasn't very happy about that, but mommy knows best.
Then still, one diaper wasn't enough. Our bed still got wet every night. He then was bitching about getting diapered by me like a baby every night.
Well, now he gets to sleep in his crib, double diapered and pacified like the little boy he is. 🍼🧸
No more accidents ever since, every morning he smiles at me in his soggy Pampers, waiting to get changed by mommy.
On weekends i decided to leave him in his crib till he has done his businesses. This way i can have a coffee or two to start my day right.
And yep, of course he uses his diapers like a baby, what else can he possibly do? He is locked in his crib. And he is not allowed to take his diapers off at any time. So he has to use his Pampers for their intended purpose...
No more thoughts now. No thoughts. Mind relaxing. Helpless mind feels good. Feels so good. Paralyzing relaxation. Draining your mind. Rewarding you. Good baby. Just baby thoughts. Baby thoughts…
Elsa's mind was shivering, caught in the maelstrom of words and music washing through her consciousness. No, not a baby. Not really. She was just listening to it on a dare, after all. Just a silly dare. Just something her BFF had jokingly suggested. They'd swap playlists for a week, force each other to listen to them every day. It was all about discovering new music, trying silly new kinds of ASMR, broadening their horizons…
You're a baby. You're a baby. You're just a baby. Good baby. Such a good baby in your diaper. Diaper baby. Diaper baby. Good diaper baby… You're just a baby. Sleepy baby thoughts.
She quivered in place, eyes slipping closed as the repetitive words echoed through her mind to the tinkling sound of a nursery music box. How weirded out she'd been upon hearing it for the first time, only two short days ago! How fun it had seemed at first. How relaxing, how trippy. But then the seductive female voice had begun to lead her ever deeper down into a bewildering rabbit hole of creepy ideas. Draining mind? Paralyzing? Being a baby? Diapers?
Just a baby. Good baby wets her diapers. Good baby needs her diapers. Good baby fills her diapers. Baby loves her diapers. Empty brain. Empty baby brain. Empty bladder. Full diaper.
Her fingers were slipping down now, driven as much by the promise of unholy pleasure as by anxiety. Over the edge of the counter. Down past the hem of her t-shirt. And then… they touched it. The sensation of infancy. The soft, velvety touch of an embarrassing new kind of underwear. The thick padding that had mysteriously shown up on her door just yesterday: hidden away inside a little box filled with nineteen other such neatly folded, cottony-soft rectangles…
Good baby. Wet baby. Squishy baby. Feels good. Feel so good. Feels just like a baby. Just a baby. You're a baby. You're a good, wet baby. Wet in her diapers. Wet in her diapers all the time. Always wet. Always good. Always good baby…
Her body wriggled reflexively, her mind simultaneously repulsed and yet seduced by the whispering voice. It was all so weird, so wrong. And yet… ohhhh. Oh, the indescribable sensation of that thick bulk between her legs – the soft hug of it enveloping her – the feeling of the thick padding rounding out her otherwise flat bum… She swayed and leaned forward, a moan escaping her lips as she convulsively thrust her diapered hips against the cabinet. Ugh, why did that feel so good? She wasn't a baby, not really. Surely she wouldn't in a million years want to be one, either. And yet…
Happy in your diaper. Wet and happy in your diaper. Happy baby. Good baby. Wet baby. Wet, happy baby. Feels so good. So good. Dribbling out. Wetting all the time. Feels good. Mind numb. No thoughts. Just wet. Just baby. Only baby…
She let out another suppressed moan – but this time it slipped past unheeded, drowned out by the seductive voice in her headphones. She could protest that she wasn't a baby, true. Deep down she knew she wasn't. But god, it felt so much better to mentally repeat what she heard – to agree just for the fun of it, to just give in and repeat the silken-voiced mantras slipping into her ears. Yes, she found herself murmuring internally, shivering with odd pleasure even as she thought it. Feels good. No thoughts. Just baby. Just wet baby. Wet baby…
And so the young woman writhed and ground and moaned aloud in the privacy of her little bathroom, heedless of the astonishing picture she made. She'd come out of it eventually, of course. Once the three-hour playlist had finished, that is. Once she'd succumbed to the intoxicating thrill of the hypnotic audio. And when she did, she'd be astonished to find that there, sagging heavily between her legs, was the bloated and urine-soaked evidence that the voice in her new playlist was in fact correct.
Elsa really was behaving just like a baby. And wetting her diaper really did feel better than anything she could have imagined.
Now that was one hell of a way of broadening horizons!
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Jarred and Courtney had just got married and were on their honeymoon. Jarred was expecting a good time with his new wife in a villa that they hired but he got something else entirely. Courtney had the place all ready for them arriving but Jarred had been unaware of the preparations she had made. One of the rooms had been turned into an adult sized nursery and the house wall full of baby furniture like a highchair and a playpen but sized for an adult. Courtney planned on keeping Jarred as her baby for the next couple of weeks and hoped that it would continue when they returned home. At first Jarred resisted, kicking up a huge fuss and fighting back when Courtney diapered him and tried to feed him or put him to bed. Whenever he did this Courtney would put Jarred over her knee and spank him. This made him cry and tell her that he hated her but she knew that wasn’t true. Courtney thought it would be much easier to do this and thought Jarred would enjoy it. She was thinking of giving up on the third day but decided to persist after Jarred finally made his first messy diaper. Over the course of the rest of the week there were many more spankings, some over Jarred’s diaper, some bare bottom but every time he was spanked Jarred got a little bit more submissive. Courtney was sure that she could spank him into being a good baby for her. By the end of the first week Jarred was being a perfectly sweet little baby boy for his new mommy. One night they were both sitting in the living room of the villa, Courtney on the couch and Jarred in his playpen. Courtney noticed that Jarred was fidgeting while playing with his toys. At first she thought he might need his diaper changed but she noticed a bulge at the front of his diaper and realises he must be turned on. “Does baby want mommy to do anything for him?” Courtney asked Jarred in a condescending tone. Jarred looked round at Courtney and dropped his pacifier out of his mouth. “Mommy, please spank me?”
This has become something of a habit after I make messies now 😣
Boys Being Boys:
Alright, Tina and Stacey; now that you’ve both got your widdle pluggies in I want you to press those diapered bottoms up against each other. This next part might be a bit tricky, but now you’re gonna need to use the other sissy’s bottom to push YOUR plug in deeper. Got it?
Awww, it’s so adorable! You two look like you’re twerking on each other. Thankfully, I’m getting the whole thing on video for both of your mommies to see. I’m sure they’ll love seeing how much progress you two have made at the regression center.
It’s been what; three weeks? Do you two remember when you first got here and said our training was never gonna work? Now look at the both of you! You’re in silly, widdle outfits, sucking on pacifiers, and getting off by rubbing your butt-plugs together! Still think our training doesn’t work, girls?
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