When Your Diaper Sis Checks Your Diaper And Teases You For Being Stinky But Your Not Only One That Made

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Turn her brain off -

Don’t make her think, don’t let her think, she’s just a dumb little baby after all. She doesn’t know what she needs, she doesn’t know what she wants (sure yes she cries for attention but does she specifically know what attention that actually is?) of course she doesn’t that’d be much to grown up for her.

Don’t let her walk. Force her to either crawl (as a privilege.) or carry her everywhere so she doesn’t even have to think about where or how she’s gonna get from point A to point B. Melt her brain with age appreciate TV and toys, don’t let her have any stimulation or intellectual challenges - keep everything just a warm glowing haze of bright colors and simple shapes and numbers.

Slowly watch as all of her independent thoughts and all of her independent big girl feelings safely trickle out of that pretty little empty head, keep her pacified with either her bottle, paci or other gag to give her something to slowly suck on as she unloads all of her remaining dignity into the seat of her nappy.

Keep her subdued and docile through edges during nappy change time, melt away all of her adult thoughts in place of constant brainless horneyness that she won’t be able to shake from the back of her mind.

Make her your perfect obedient little empty headed princess. She’s just a baby after all and that’s the way she needs to be kept for her own good.

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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.

“Okay Daddy, you were right! I am not ready for big girl panties at all. I’m taking the pull-ups you bought me and putting a pair on right now”

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.

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