diaper hypnosis
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diaper hypnosis
Made some "diaper hypnosis" videos in quick succession. This ones audio is by Puddles formerly called Nystel. Find me and more on Instagram at Samhatdldummy
As you stared into the screen after opening the file that daddy had sent you, you felt a warm wave of calmness slowly cover your being. from the tip top of your cute little head to the bottom of your teeny tiny toes, you felt all warm and fuzzy inside. Your mind felt funny too… not a bad kind of funny either… it was a really good kind of funny. Your brain felt mushy, like it could be shaped by anything and anyone.
your limbs felt like jelly and you slowly fell to the floor as each leg slowly gave out on you and you were forced upon your hands and knees, starred…deeper into the screen. slowly, words started floating past your mushy mind. tampering with your thoughts and ideas. as these words floated in one ear and out the other, you felt your own thoughts disappearing… bye bye thinkies!
you felt good. as if your brain was being snuggled up in a warm heated blanket, able to melt under the warmth and weight of the suggestions that were encasing your consciousness. the suggestions kept coming, even more frequently now. you took a deep breath and inhaled…
baby powder, that’s what you smelled, the sweet and delicate airy ozone of florals, violet, lavender and roses tickled your nose… as you kept breathing in deeper, the smell continued to permeate your olfactory senses. you closed your eyes and saw…pink
there was nothing in your head, no thoughts or reservations about what was happening to you, no ideas or conflictions to the slow and effective takeover of your brain and body save for a thick pink cloud. the pink cloud shifted and swayed in your mind, behind the smoky façade you could still barely see and hear those suggestions which float by your ever diminishing psyche.
suddenly one such suggestion, LET GO, crossed your mind’s eye and immediately, without hesitation, you obeyed…warmth, all over… warmth in your brain warmth on your body warmth in your…diaper.
diaper?
D I A P E R
your diaper swelled and expanded as the warmth spread from the front of your diaper, down past the place where your thighs meet and started to warm your cheeks too.
you fell on your stomach, giggling and gurgling in your newfound baby bliss as you felt your diaper continually expanding as your newly formatted brain demanded you push all thoughts and cognition of your old life out into your diaper. you were told by the suggestions that you would be so much happier this way. you were convinced and knew to continue to follow instructions.
your brain was nearly gone, you kept pushing it all out, all out into your diaper. every thought, every word, every idea that wasnt covered in that soft pink haze that didnt make your brain feel all buzzy fuzzy dummy yummy…
as you writhed on the floor, now gyrating the newly found source of the warmth against the floor, you felt it all slip away…finally…for good.
your mouth opened up and all the drool you had been salivating this whole time came spilling out, dripping down your chin and soaking your breasts…your limbs had their Marinette strings cut, you were a dolly on the floor, ready to be played with.
It was then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw your D a d d y open the door. a dumb smile shot across your face as your eyes perked up. Daddy was carrying an oversized pacifier sure to stuff your mouth and most of all a fresh, thick, crinkly diaper…
“Well hello there babygirl, does someone need a change? Are you ready to be put back in diapers for good ? Are you ready to be my good little baby?”
with a cheerful babble and a grunt, you barely nodded your head yes…
Diaper’s check
Max initially resisted at first, tried to squirm his way out of Todd’s burly hands. It was pointless though and so he accepted the molestation from his garbageman.
“Thassa good girlie,” the man who reeked of cigarettes and trash told him as he felt his piss-filled Pampers and fondled his body up and down. “Be a good girl for daddy, huh? Or daddy spanks.”
With that Max buried his head in his daddy’s shoulders; the tears started rolling down Todd’s chest as he manhandled the impotent wimp.
“Okay, you guys look like you’re in for a fun night. Todd, there’s snacks and beer in the fridge. And Max’s babas should be set to go too. I hope to be home by 1.”
That was Max’s wife, dolled up, ready for her date, heading out the door.
“Cool, have fun.”
Even as he bade goodbye to Max’s wife, Todd kept grinding and diaper-fingering the fairy in his possession. “We’re gonna have lots of fun tonight, sissy boy. Lots,” he said as he held Max’s head on his shoulder. “I’m gonna see how good that mouth of yours is, faggot. And you better suck a good cock or I’ll make sure you don’t fucking sit for a week. You’ll get the belt and you’ll regret it.”
Max’s wife had told Todd he couldn’t ass-fuck her hubby, “not yet anyway. But use his mouth as much as you want. Just make sure to make videos of it for me if you do.”
This all came about because Todd pulled up one day as Max was pulling their garbage receptacle to the curb, clad only in his thick Pampers, sucking a pacifier. He’d fucked up and not taken it out the night before. He’d begged his wife not to make him do it in his normal daily attire: diapers and nothing but diapers. “It’s your own fault. I let you do it at midnight so no one sees. Get your fucking ass out there.”
He waddled out, just as Todd and his partner were rolling in on the big green garbage truck. Todd took his time admiring the diaper pansy. “Your mommy know you’re out here, little girl,” he’d said as the fag started crying.
He told his partner he’d be right back. He quickly dragged the sissy in by the hair and asked Max’s wife if this was an everyday thing. “And if it’s not, I’d like it to be.”
Sure enough, each morning of garbage pickup Max crinkled out. Neighbors started seeing. Started talking. And Todd got hornier and hornnier at the complete emasculation of a man that he just had to act. He asked Max’s wife if he could have him. “Treat that fag like he deserves.”
Here they were. And as Todd tongue-raped Max and felt up his diaper queer, Max knew he was getting exactly what he deserved.
Michael sat on the blanket wearing a super cute outfit and drinking cum from his bottle. His outfit consisted of a diaper, a cute spotty onesie, shortalls, rainbow thigh high socks and little shoes. It was a perfect look for him, completed by the smell of the stinky poopy mess in the seat of his diaper. It had been a couple of hours since he had pushed the squishy load into his diaper and it had gotten cold now so it didn’t feel as nice any more. But Michael was just a baby and had no way of getting out of the diaper unless Daddy wanted it off him. At this moment Daddy appeared, walking into the room, holding a new diaper and baby powder in his hand. “Time to change baby’s diaper!” Daddy said excitedly as he walked towards Michael. Michael giggled behind his bottle. “You like that bottle don’t you little baby?” Daddy said as he stood above Michael. The bottle was filled with a mixture of cum from Daddy’s big cock and cum from Michael’s little clitty. Michael loved his bottle. It tasted so good. Daddy knelt down and laid Michael down on his back. Michael giggled as Daddy took his shoes off and began to take his shortalls off too. It was time for a diaper change and maybe if Michael was very lucky, Daddy would fuck him while he changed him.
Pleasing daddy💦
Where do I get a little girl like this?
The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic For Troubled Boys: The Clark Family; 3 Years Later
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It has been three years since Mrs. Clark’s son Mark was sent to The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic For Troubled Boys. During his first year their he was feminized and regressed into a teen sized baby girl. Near the end of his fist year at the school Mark became Melody as his mother gave the go-a-head for the school to preform SRS on him.
Unfortunately around the same time Melody’s parents had gotten divorced. Melody’s mother had been awarded custody of their new daughter and began reraising her. Over the three years since Melody was first sent to the reform school her mental state has been slow returning to that of a girl her age and is currently that of a preteen though still needing diapers.
“So how are things with you?” Sandra asked her bestfirend/sister-in-law over zoom.
“I’m doing fine. The school says that Melody is progressing nicely through her treatment. In fact she has a dance recital coming up next month.” Mrs. Clark replied.
“I’m guessing they’ll be expecting us to attend?” Mr. Clark asked his ex wife.
“Well YOU don’t have to come but yes. Melody specifically asked her teacher for 3 tickets so you and your sister can attend.” Mrs. Clark said a little annoyed.
“Moooooooooom!” Melody called walking into her mothers office in just her T-shirt and diaper.
“What is it Melody? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Mrs. Clark asked as her daughter grabbed her arm.
“Oh Hi Daddy! Hi Aunt Sandra!” Melody said looking at the computer screen.
“Hey Melody.” Sandra said stifling a laugh as Mr. Clark just looked away.
“Mom we’re going to be late for my dance rehearsal!” Melody explained turning back to her mother.
“It’s not for another 40 minutes sweetie. Well go in a few minutes.” Mrs. Clark told her mentally regressed daughter.
“But mom, I need a change before we go.” Melody said blushing a bit.
“Alright go get on your changing table I’ll be their in a minute.” Mrs. Clark said before turning back to her computer. “Sorry guys I have to go. I’ll call back when I get back.” She said before ending the call.
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The story of the Clark Family returns! This time 3 years later.
Art by Rocket Manatee
Pouty baby doesn’t want to go to the doctors office. But she has no choice! Haha
Such a little infant should probably be in her babyseat instead of using the regular seatbelt like a big girl; she obviously would be more secure and safer with at least five straps across her. I’m sure the pouty baby would be happier with a stuffie between her arms instead of folding like that in a pout, alongside a Litre or more of Baby Milk to keep her nice and comfortable.
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…In all honesty, I’m amazed that the hypnotic regression tapes we’d been using had so quickly and completely turned my otherwise mature girlfriend into such an authentically babyish ‘little one’. All I had to do was use the agreed-upon ‘trigger-word’, “baffroom”, and she’d deposit the contents of her bladder and/or bowels into her adorably crinkly diaper right then and there, going into a trance-like state as she did…Just as she’s doing here. And, yep, I’d be lying if I said this all wasn’t a certifiable turn-on for me, but don’t feel bad for my sweet little ‘Baby Pants’ either, though…this was all her idea, actually, and once she snaps-out of her short little trance, she’ll get all giggly and happily do a cute little pigeon-toed dance around the room, clutching at her plastic-clad crotch and bottom, tickled that she’s just uncontrollably used her diapers the way any good little girl would. Ha, ha…what an adorably crazy little stinker!…
Outfit Of The Day… I’d wear pants but they won’t fit 🥺🎀
I laid on my tummy on the soft carpet of Dada's home office, swinging my feet back and forth. I was busy coloring a picture for Dada, who was sitting at his computer, busy at work.
Trying to be a good girl and keep quiet while Dada worked, I suckled on my paci. The only sounds coming from my mouth were soft squeaks and happy whines as I looked at the pretty picture i was making. Every few minutes I would pop my paci out of my mouth to take a big drink of juice from my baba, only to put my pretty pink paci right back into my mouth.
After a while, I was almost finished with my picture. It was almost time for Dada to be off of work too, and I wanted it to be done before then so i could give it to him. I looked up at him and let out a happy whine as he looked down at me, reaching over to stroke my hair.
"Such a good girl. Daddy's almost finished, okay baby? Then I'll come and color with you."
"Otay Dada!" I mumbled around my pacifier.
I went back to coloring, looking up at Dada every few minutes. He seemed to be getting antsy, his foot tapping on the floor. He was probably ready to be done working.
Just as I was about to be done with my picture, he pushed his chair back from the computer, careful not to bump into me. I looked up at him with a frown. Dada usually didnt take breaks right in the middle of a project.
He saw my confused look. "Dada needs to go potty, babygirl. And speaking of potties, how is your diaper doing? Did my wittle baby go potty yet?"
I blushed and lifted my hands to cover my face as i shook my head.
"No? Hmm, that's not good. Its been a while since i changed you and you're still dry? Let Daddy double check, baby. Little girls are too small to know if they've made peepees."
I whimpered shyly, embarrassed as he stood and walked behind me. I went to move onto my knees so he could get a better view, but he held me still, lying on the ground. To my surprise, he straddled my knees, trapping my legs between his.
His big strong hands settled on my thighs and slid up, under my onesie and over my diapee, squeezing and pressing softly. "It seems you were telling the truth after all, you're all dry. We can't have that. Little babies like you should always have a wet diapee, isn't that right, Sweetheart?" he cooed at me.
I whimpered once more and nodded my head. Reaching over to grab my stuffie, i held onto it and rested my cheek against the carpet, laying flat.
"What's that?"
"Yes Dada," i said shyly.
"Good baby." He slid one finger under my diaper, sliding it along the inside leg cuff. "I think I know how we can take care of both of our problems. Daddy needs to go potty, and baby needs her diapee to be nice and soggy."
My cheeks burned with embarrassment and humiliation as I realized what Dada had in mind. I whined softly.
Dada's jeans unzipped loudly behind me and i felt him move a bit, sliding forward up my thighs. His finger lifted the leg cuff of my dipee and i felt him slide inside.
"Ready baby?"
Before i could answer, i felt him push deeper inside as he started to pee. Wet warmth spread over my butt and down between my legs. I whimpered and shifted as it began to soak into my diaper.
"That's my good girl. Just hug your stuffie baby, it's okay. Daddy's almost finished."
I did as I was told, holding still as his pee flooded my diaper. He started to gently pull back and push forward, and I gasped as his thingy bumped into my little kitty, soaking it in his warmth.
He slowly pulled out of my diapee and zipped his pants back up. I felt him bend down and I sighed happily as he stroked my hair, kissing my head. "You're the best little girl for Dada."
He stood slowly and sat back in his chair. "Daddy's almost finished with work, love. Once I'm done, I think my little princess deserves a reward for being so well behaved."
I squealed happiled around my paci and wiggled my now soggy bottom. "Fank you Dada!"
The big city really does have everything, doesn’t it? I mean, who’d have ever thought when I moved here last year that I’d be posing now in a frilly dress for you, smiling and wiggling and showing off my padded little behind…and all of my own free will? I mean, I can think of more fun things to do, definitely. But a paycheck sure is nice…
I’d never dreamed that there would be such a demand for stuff like this. Sure, I’m familiar with cat cafés and maid cafés; who isn’t here in Tokyo? But last year when I came here looking around for a job after graduation, a close friend of mine suggested I try out this place. “It’s kind of like a maid café, but different,” was all he’d said… And so I came and interviewed - and got the job the very next week!
At first it didn’t seem like much at all. The owner was super nice, though, and was completely up-front with me and the other new hires about the fact that we would be experimenting with a new kind of café. “People come to a maid café because they want to flirt and look at pretty faces while they’re being served,” he explained patiently. “And I thought, not everybody likes to be waited on; some people like to feel instead like they’re being busy and useful. So why not give people the chance to flirt and see young, pretty faces while also taking care of them?”
Those first couple of weeks were odd, believe me; I honestly almost quit a few times. But it got easier as I got accustomed to all this. Yeah, it’s like you imagine; we have to put on these frilly, babyish outfits as soon as we arrive, because the whole idea is to give the customer a chance to baby us. We’re assigned various ages to play; I’m usually asked to play age two, so that means I’m almost always in little onesies, dresses, sleepers, and of course…diapers. Oh, don’t worry - I don’t mind anymore! They took some getting used to, though, especially when we had to start actually using them and letting customers change us…
But what can I say? The Little Flower Café has supplied a new service, and the demand is clearly there - even though we maybe didn’t know it before. We get lots of older grandmas who just want to mother someone, but also younger guys, too…guys a lot like you, actually. I suppose they must like it for some reason, though I’m not quite sure what…
Anyway, enough about me! I shouldn’t be talking on the job, certainly when I’m supposed to be your kawaii little two-year-old for the next hour. Don’t you like it when I squat down and show you my ruffly little diaper bottom, sir…like this? I’m here to please you and make you smile, after all! Just tell me, sir - what else would you like to do with me this evening?
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I want a thick diaper like that! What type is that? What are some of the thickest diapers you can get?
mega max with 3 stuffers
“That’s it hubby, lick every drop off my pussy. He came a lot didn’t he?” “Now tell me how much you love showing everyone your pampers while you lick up my Bull’s cum”
**Squirm** *sigh** “I love it, Mistress” :/