hi!! u can call me cody :> it/he, golden retriever puppy therian, 19 y/o but i age regress to 0-3 (& pet regress to a 2 week old puppy). i’m bisexual and heteromantic. i’m also physically disabled
asks & messages welcome! though pls bear in mind i might not respond due to anxiety, i find it hard to reply to ppl sometimes & it’s nothing personal
my main kinks are ageplay/CGL, including being taken advantage of while regressed (a need) & forced regression. i’m also into AB/DL, tickling, omo, spanking, and intox :3
my wizardgirl keeps mage regressing during the big boss fight, throwing out level 1 Ice Bolt and giggling like we're supposed to find it cute. I know this bitch can do a level 12 modified Frosthammer Vortex. It's not even hard for her. But the Wyvern Queen, who we're supposed to be killing, keeps going "Wow, that was a really big spell for you! good job giving me -1 speed! You're soooo powerful!" and my fuckass mage is beaming at her with those big wet eyes. I don't care if you get "level dysphoria" from your gigantic big-girl mana pool I'm about to die out here
reason why it hurts so much that ppl r so anti dualcom agere or like sexual regression is cuz I can't just do either or...
It's not just ageplay cuz m not playing. m not pretending to be younger, I feel younger. I feel regressed. And yea, I do sexual stuff when im regressed cuz ! idk ! just cuz !
but like Idk i guess I just when I get a daddy, I want them to see that im not really pretending and to understand that im in a more vulnerable headspace and Ill probably still be regressed after or before.
I don't want them to ask me to stop being little and then have to force myself to pretend to be big or to be able to regulate myself like I can when m big.
And pretending like I don't have sexual feelings when regressed is triggering. I already had to pretend that in my real childhood. And it was necessary to protect other kids, but I couldn't talk about it to anyone. and it made me feel gross and bad. I hate feeling bad.
life pro tip: don’t name your pokemon anything stupid, even if you’re not planning on fucking them eventually. that cute little mudkip you’re thinking of giving a silly name? think it would be funny to name him sushi? well one day he’s going to evolve into a swampert, and you’re going to find him attractive. and pretty soon, you’ll end up bent over a rock in some cave somewhere, with your own starter pokemon plowing you into next year. and. uhhh . i got so horny i forgot where i was going with this
and. and then youre gonna be moaning his name and its gonna sound dumb as hell and everyone s gonna know youre getting fucked by Sushi which by the way the only way i can imagine moaning it wwould be suuuuu-shiii and that sounds really fun i mean huh what
"Give up control" this, "you're totally under my command" that. What about aggressively trusting and safe hypno. What if I made them brainless and empty with the promise that everything is okay and that I love them. What if I held them gently and reassured them the entire time What Then
• Sleep can function as mental bondage. If you're asleep and can't be easily woken, you're completely helpless and vulnerable. If you're sufficiently drowsy and out of it, you're still basically helpless, but with the added bonus of potentially being somewhat aware of what's happening.
• The many ways to be forced to sleep -- surgical drugs, chloroform rags, hypnosis, sleeping spells and potions, tranquilizer darts, hidden sedatives in food or drink...
• The onset of sleep can be quick, barely giving you time to react before you're out, or so gradual you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late (and everything in-between).
• Uncertainty -- being put to sleep against your will, not knowing what will happen to you while you're defenseless. Being carried away as you fall asleep, not knowing where you'll be when you wake.
• The fight to stay awake, because it feels like something you should be able to fight, to overcome with enough willpower, but...
• The inevitability of being put to sleep. You might not feel the effects of the drugs or magic right now, you might feel wide awake, but sleep will be coming for you.
• Heavy eyelids fluttering and straining to stay open, drooping and closing all by themselves.
• Confusion and disorientation as the drowsiness sets in.
• Floating in and out of consciousness, perhaps just able to hear people discuss you or feel them handling you.
• Deep hypnotic sleep where your conscious mind is shut down and your subconscious is utterly vulnerable to suggestion.
• Glassy, dazed eyes with nothing behind them -- your eyes might still be open, but you're still fast asleep.
• Sleepwalking, wandering around in a trance, unaware of your surroundings -- or perhaps your sleeping mind is following someone else's commands...
• Memory gaps and not knowing what happened while you were sleeping.
you know, you're not like other kids. no, really. i wouldn't talk to other kids like this. is that the kind of person you think i am? of course not. you're special. you're smarter. more mature. you can handle the way i love you, and they can't. that's why you can't tell anyone that we're friends, okay? cause they would be jealous if they knew you were my special friend nd they aren't. but you're really good at keeping secrets, aren't you kiddo?
i've found that there's a severe lack of regression hypnosis so i figured i'd write my own.
warnings: im gonna make u little and molest u and talk about how i'd let u use my mouth while ur dropped leading up to an implied orgasm in my mouth so. enter at ur own risk
optional wakener, continuing to use regressive language after the wakener
other info: conversational, no pronouns used for reader (i think), no genitalia ment for reader (verbiage like "special parts" and "kid parts" used), mom/mommy/mama used for myself, lots of petname usage including but not limited to kid/kiddo/baby
because you deserve to have at least a few minutes of mindlessness. so do your mom a favor and lend me your time, your eyes, your brain. get nice and comfy with me. i like spending time with you, kid. by the time we're done hanging out, you'll come to love spending time with me, too.
it's hard having to be a grown up all day long, isn't it? yeah, it takes a lot of work to keep that brain on. takes a lot of thinking, doesn't it? you don't have to think with me. you don't want to think when you're here with me, do you? there's no need for that here.
you're too little for all that, anyway. such a big brain with so many thoughts shouldn't be in the head of such a little kid. that's why it's good to relax with your mama, so she can take all those thoughts away. so she can melt your brain away. you don't need it, right sweetheart? good. you're a good listener, did you know that? very agreeable.
i want to make my kid feel good. and you want what i want, don't you? that's why you clicked on this. did you think you chose that for yourself? silly thing. you wanted to make me happy. you wanted to hear what i had to say. you wanted your mom's pretty words. you're not old enough to make choices for yourself. you did what i told you to do.
a moment of peace. a moment to slow down and relax. to exhale and let everything else go. just sit in this moment with your mama. let me take care of you. you deserve it. you deserve to sink down into your mama's arms and know that you're safe. that you don't need to think, that you'll be taken care of, that your mama's got you. i've got you. your brain can slip away because i'll hold the rest of you right here with me.
you're really cute like this. emptyheaded. a sweet, empty, blank little thing relaxing in your mom's arms. does it feel nice to let go? good. i like it, too. holding you here. my words filling your head instead of those big kid thoughts. you don't get to have those, sweetheart. someday you'll be big enough to have thoughts again.
empty for mama. the more you read, the deeper you sink down into me. down into the emptiest spot in your brain. down to the littlest part of your brain. that's it. mama's got you. you're doing such a good job for me. just enjoy where you're at. enjoy how slow everything is right now. how fuzzy. how empty. how blank. so blank you're almost innocent, kid.
you don't need to be anything but that right now. you look so pretty. mom loves taking care of you. bringing you down, down, down. making everything feel soft and hazy for you.
i wonder if you're already feeling tingly between your legs, just from mama reminding you what you are. taking those thoughts away. your brain melting down into your kid parts. it's better for you this way. this is how kids are supposed to feel.
don't worry, sweetheart. mommy wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. just spread your legs for me, honey. a little wider. there you go, that's it. good. you're making mom real proud of you, kid. look at how pretty you are.
shh, nothing for you to to fuss about, baby. mom's just showing you how much she loves you. this is normal, honey. when a mom really loves her kid, she pulls down their pants and gives them special touches. you like special touches, right? they feel good? that's right.
mommy wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. say that for me. in your head or out loud.
again.
mommy wouldn't let anything bad happen to me.
good kiddo! look at what a good listener you are. i'm raising you so well. you feel so good under my hand, did you know that? such a sweet little thing. so little. that's it, just sink into that feeling, let mom touch you. let mom make you feel good.
now say mom would never hurt me. my mom would never touch me down there.
i wouldn't do that, you know that, don't you? this isn't the same thing. this is just me helping you. making you feel good. helping you relax. helping you wind your mind down because mom knows how badly you need to relax and let go. and you like it, don't you? it feels like you like it. mom knows best. i can feel how much you like it with my fingers, sweetheart.
and you want us to play again, don't you? good. you like playing with mom. you want to play with me. mom makes you feel good.
if anyone found out that i was doing this to you, they'd tell. you don't want them to tell, right kid? you don't want them to make us stop. good. so what will you tell them if they ask? you'll tell them that your mom wouldn't hurt you. she'd never touch you like that.
i want to taste you. to reward you for being such a good kid. you're making such a mess already, baby. just relax into my mouth. god, you taste so good. i love using the thing i made. my kid. i love when you're rutting against my mouth, letting mommy lick the tinglies better.
you deserve to use your mom's mouth to get off, baby. you're just a kid. you can't do it by yourself. let mommy get you off. that's what i exist for. mommies exist to make their kids feel good. and you exist to make me feel good. that's why i had you. i needed you. needed to make you feel good. let mama make you feel good, kid.
let mommy clean up the mess you'd make. let go into my mouth, let me taste the cum i made. just relax into it. give that piece of yourself to your mommy. look down into your mama's eyes while you empty yourself out. let yourself feel how nice my mouth feels. how warm and wet it is. how i'd move my tongue against you. all your focus sinking down to your little kid parts.
you look so pretty when you cum for me, you know that? each and every time. it makes your mama feel good. like i'm taking good care of my kiddo. you're such a good kid, you know that? you are. you deserve to feel good. you deserve to feel nice. you make me so proud, letting me use your brain the way you do. thank you for letting me make you feel good, kid.
if you want, kiddo, you can drift away from this post now and let yourself wake up on your own time, or reread this post if that would feel good. or you can keep reading and let mommy wake you up, safe and sound in my arms. you're not missing anything if you go now.
you're a good kid. and you don't have to be a grown up if you don't want to be right now. letting your thoughts slowly drift back into your brain, one by one, coming back into your body, your brain reattaching itself to that pretty little head, doesn't mean you have to be big. you can keep being mommy's kid. you can be mom's kid for as long as you'd like.
you make mama very happy. that thought can stay with you as you return back to me properly, back to that pretty body. you do such a good job. such a good listener.
wake up for me, sweetheart. all the way back to your mom, safe and sound. take a nice deep breath. let yourself come all the way back.
i had fun taking care of you, kid. come back and reread this whenever you want. you deserve it.
please let mom know if you liked reading this, and what you liked most about it (if you can remember through that fuzzy haze, hm? ^^)
Shh, go back to sleep, sweetie. Daddy just want to cuddle a bit. Just - roll over on your tummy. Here you go, bud. I'll just lay on top of you - like a blanket.
That's nice, isn't it? You can go back to sleep now.
Shh, I know, baby, I know - it'll be quick, okay? You have to be brave for me. You can do that, right? Be brave for your Daddy?
That's my sweet boy. Now close your eyes. Just relax. That's it - fuck. No, no squirming. You know what happens when you struggle, so don't make me hurt you, okay baby? It's just the tip, I know you can take it, it's just the - ah, fuck, that's it, that's what Daddy needs.
Shh, shh, hey, no crying, bud. You stay quiet. I'm being gentle, it shouldn't - shouldn't hurt that much - oh fuck, you're so tight.
Okay. Daddy's all in now, you can relax. No, it's not over yet. It'll be over when I say so. Don't - baby, we talked about this. We did everything you wanted today, right? Well, now it's Daddy's turn to do what he wants. You understand?
Good boy. I'll be quick, okay, I promise, it'll be over soon. Just stay still and - try to go back to sleep, alright? It's always easier when you're sleeping, you know that.
Daddy's gonna start pumping now, sweetie. So no squirming, no crying, and no asking me if it's over yet. Nod if you understand. Good, good.
Such a - hm - good boy for Daddy, that's it, you're doing great buddy, you're - hm - making Daddy feel so good. And you love Daddy right? You want Daddy to be happy, I know you do. I know you - fuck - need it too.
Shh, shh, it's okay, we're almost done - keep taking it. Keep - oh fuck baby, yeah, clench on me, it feels good right? It feels good because we love each other, we - ah fuck, I'm so close - it's all love, right? It's all - I love you so fucking much, baby, my perfect baby boy, with your perfect - ah - little hole - that's it, take that load sweetie, take it, take it -
Daddy’s giving me raspberries on my tummy while I’m laying down in bed, it’s silly n makes me giggle and thrash a bit, trying to get away from the slightly overwhelming feeling. It makes daddy giggle too, and he spaces them out with kisses on my tummy and lower chest. I feel floaty and soft, comfily pressed between the mattress and daddy’s body pressing against me. Daddy’s kisses trail higher just a little bit, still tickling me, but when dada starts licking at my nipples it feels differentt >_< they’re making me let out little whimpers and whines, “dada, mm! Stopp.”
He doesn’t, instead just switching sides and I grab dada’s head, torn between pushing him away n pulling him closer. Dada bites down softly making me gasp out, ouchiee! :< . I wiggle more, “dada… that feel weirdd.” “Oh? I’m sorry bubba, here lemme make it up to you,” and they blow more raspberries on my tummy! I giggle again but then dada’s kisses go lower on my tummy, and that tickles a lott! Daddy’s kisses and hands gripping my hips makes me start to feel tingly…
Daddy pulling my pajama pants down revealing my boxers and daddy puts his fingers against the damp spot, “aw, such a messy boy. Is daddy making you feel good, bubba?” Daddy coos at me and I blush and squirm. I put my arms over my face and nod, embarrassed at daddy seeing me all needy from his kisses. My fingers go to my mouth to suckle on, calming me from big feelings. He pulls my boxers down too, rubbing me gently and making me press up against daddy’s hand. I moan and whine more and daddy shushes me as they spread my cunnie with their fingers >_<
I'm holding his hand and leading him towards the single occupancy bathroom.
"Because," I say, pulling the door shut behind us, "I can't trust you to be all alone out there. What if you wander off?"
"I wouldn't wander off," he says. He hangs our backpack up on the hook.
"Then why couldn't I find you 10 minutes ago in the gallery?"
"Because I wanted to see the landscapes in the next room...oh." His words peter out.
He stands awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom, looking all around. He blinks at the bright ceiling lights and shoots a wary glance at the automatic hand dryer.
"Why do you look like you've never seen a bathroom before? I know you don't use them much these days but you did for years before you met me." I unzip my pants.
"I feel weird. What if someone saw us coming in here? What if there's a family or a disabled person who needs this one?"
"There's three of these on this floor, we're fine. Besides, people come into bathrooms with their caregivers all the time." I add the last part just to make him blush.
"You're not my caregiver in that way," he mumbles and rubs the back of his neck.
I sit on the toilet and start peeing immediately. Sometimes it takes me a minute, especially in public, but not today. We had been wandering the galleries all afternoon and my iced tea from lunch was hitting.
My pee hisses and hits the water with a splash. It feels so good. With every second what felt like a tightly coiled string in my abdomen unravels and looses. My stream maintains strength, I had more in me than I thought. I catch him looking at me intensely. His pupils are wide and his tongue does a few traces around his lips.
"Like what you see?"
He's already red from my ribbing, now the deep blush under his freckles is practically radiating off of him. He ducks his head down, but not at his feet. He's staring at his crotch. There's a slight bulge from his diaper, but nothing someone who wasn't looking for it would clock.
"Wow, seeing me pee really got you that excited?" I toss my damp toilet paper then pull my pants and underwear up in one movement. The automatic flush goes off.
When I'm at the sink my back is to him but I can see him in the reflection of the mirror.
"I thought I was getting hard but..."
"But?"
"I just started peeing. I was turned on watching you pee but I think my body got confused."
When my hands are dry I turn to face him. I need to check him before we leave.
"It seems to do that a lot these days. When everything that comes out goes to the same place it makes sense that the signals aren't so clear anymore."
With his pants at his knees I take my time checking his diaper. He wanted a plain one today, no cute animals or stars or polka dots. The front is swollen, and the once yellow line has faded to a blurry blue. I run a finger along the crease where the elastics meet his inner thighs. Not waterlogged at all. When I push on his hips to get him to turn around I can tell there's plenty of room in the back. We can spare the fuss of a public bathroom change.
"How're the tapes? I know they can get weird from walking around a lot."
He shimmies his hips and thinks for a moment.
"Uhm, I guess they could use a little adjustment."
I grab the baby powder from the backpack and he holds his t-shirt above his belly button so I can adjust the tapes, one set at a time. Thankfully this diaper has the velcro style ones so I can easily tweak them. While the top tapes are undone I shake a couple dashes of baby powder down the front. A mini cloud poofs up then drifts down to dust his pubic hair and penis. I can see it twitch and swell ever so slightly.
"Turned on again? Or gonna pee?" I quickly press the front of the diaper close to him to avoid any untimely sprays.
He just shrugs then shakes his head.
I wash my hands again and make him do it too, just out of principle.
"Ok, well, you're all set. Do you want to go to the gift shop?"
His face brightens, "Really? Even though I wandered?"
"You were still mostly good. You can get something small. No more coffee table books though, we have like 100 already and they're so expensive. Maybe a pin or a magnet."
He nods his head and we slip out of the bathroom. Before the door shuts behind us I slip one hand into his and use the other to give his bottom a little pat. Then, we make our way to the gift shop at the front of the museum.
maybe i should make a separate blog for the pokemon stuff. i dont want unsuspecting ppl to click on my profile from those posts then get jumpscared by the fucked up shit i post about here. like yeah obviously wanting to fuck swampert is also weird but its a different category of weird yk
i dont want to have to log out then log back in every time i wanna switch between the two. but i also dont want to make a sideblog and have to follow ppl on that side of tumblr from This Account .
ok i made it. it’s @poochyena-on-keyboard. only time i’m gonna link this here bc i don’t want these blogs connected too strongly. all pokemon posting will be on there from now on
maybe i should make a separate blog for the pokemon stuff. i dont want unsuspecting ppl to click on my profile from those posts then get jumpscared by the fucked up shit i post about here. like yeah obviously wanting to fuck swampert is also weird but its a different category of weird yk
i dont want to have to log out then log back in every time i wanna switch between the two. but i also dont want to make a sideblog and have to follow ppl on that side of tumblr from This Account .
maybe i should make a separate blog for the pokemon stuff. i dont want unsuspecting ppl to click on my profile from those posts then get jumpscared by the fucked up shit i post about here. like yeah obviously wanting to fuck swampert is also weird but its a different category of weird yk
