No More Thoughts Now. No Thoughts. Mind Relaxing. Helpless Mind Feels Good. Feels So Good. Paralyzing

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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