It Was One Thing When Your Boyfriend Said You Had To Start Wearing Diapers Again At Night After One Too

Pranking your wife at yoga with laxatives is always a great idea 💩💩💩

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The subtle little changes in my mental vocabulary since starting to explore omo/omu and abdl are wild to me. Like in such a short amount of time my inner dialogue has changed so much. I really am just becoming a dumb little baby bunny.

Bathroom/restroom is now “potty”

Needing to pee is now “make peepees”

Needing to 💩 is now “make pushies”

My panties are now “big girl panties”

My pussy is now my “bunny parts” or “princess parts”

Orgasms are now “cummies”

Masturbating is now “doing humpies” or “doing bouncies”

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Jamie smiled up at her little man, her little hero. It didn’t take her long into her marriage to discover that her husband, like most men, desperately needed order and discipline in his life. His years as a bachelor had taken their toll but it wasn’t anything a firm and loving hand couldn’t address. In many respects her hubby was just an overgrown toddler and she didn’t mind providing what he needed, even if he didn’t want it. What he wanted was a man cave to have his freedom. What he got was a separate bedroom fit for a toddler, complete with diapers! The day she placed her big boy back into pampers was the day their relationship took a turn for the better. The maternal hand he needed was now the hand of his wife; the hand that would spank, bathe, diaper, dress and nurture him. He offered some resistance at first but once he realized that disputes were settled over his wife’s knee and the changing table he shaped up to being her sweet little boy. If you’re tempted to think this a cruel form of control I might add that her hubby is not without his rewards. All Jamie has to do is reach her hand between his legs and give his thick diaper a rub, or unbutton the front of her blouse to offer a breast, and he is quite content.

After being teased and denied for so long, I’m so horny. Horny for daddy’s cock in any way (sucking, fucking, touching, kissing, licking), begging and pleading for him to take me as he runs his hands over my body, degrading and humiliating myself for him like the little slut I am.

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.

“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”

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