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Awww! Your widdle scwunchy face is so cute, sweetie! You wook just wike dis! I fink someone's making a big poopy in hims pants, isn't hims? Yes hims is! Hims is gonna have a vewy dirty diapee in a moment!

Hahaha! I can't believe you actually don't use toilets anymore! I mean, your wife told me she'd sent you to a regression center after she caught you cheating on her, but actually seeing you like this is something else. You look so stupid! A grown man pulling a 'potty face' and pooping in a diaper! I'd heard that boys who go through the centers end up back in diapers, but I expected you to try and be discreet about using them. Instead you started grunting and straining like you were trying to make it as obvious as possible! They really did train you to act like a big toddler in there, didn't they?

Oopsie! I forgot I'm not supposed to talk to you like this anymore! Your wife, sorry, your Mommy, told me to always speak to you wike you're just a widdle baby. She said it would be ideal if you never get treated like an adult ever again, so get used to women cooing at you and making silly faces, sweetie! That's how grown-ups act around babies! Now, how about mister stinky-britches finishes making boom-boom in hims diapee, then hims babysitter can give hims a nice, long changie... with extra baby-talk!

Your mind wandered... your thoughts just passing pink clouds in that newly emptied head of yours... or, was it always this empty?

it didn't matter... your daddy was there to take care of you...

he wakes you in the morning and helps you out of your crib, changes your thick night time diaper after you became a heavy bedwetter, would feed you yummy mushy baby food and Special Bottles of baby formula and milk that made your happy, horny, baby brain feel all, like, totally, YUMMY and DUMMY. it was no fun to think... not at all... especially about how you were once a potty trained big girl... no, you much rather enjoyed the warm fuzzy tingles of being a good baby brained dumb diaper dolly...

Under the watchful and constant care of your Daddy, you didnt have to think about anything... not about bills or semester grades...not when to go to bed, when to wake up... and certainly not when to go to the potty... you just let go in your diapers...

in fact, you were starting to feel less and less each time you leaked into your pretty princess pampers... but you didnt even think about that...

not thinking was so much fun... so much fun, that even when daddy said that "Good Baby Girls Don't Think About Anything" , you just nodded your head, and popped your thumb in your mouth, as drool began to slip out, you clutched your favorite stuffy close, and felt weak at the knees as your diaper began to feel all wet, warm, squishy, and tingly...

No More Thinking For You, Little One...

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.

Exposure

A certain pathetic baby girl I know thinks this diaper is full enough for changies, but Dada isn't quite so sure...

She's been helplessly filling her diapers all morning. Unable to control herself at all, just going potty in her pants right then and there as soon as she feels the urge. She has no control anymore, not of her potty habits, and not of her life. She wanted this. She craved it. And now she has it. Perhaps she should have been careful what she wished for, but it's too late to go back now.

She'll be a pathetic, embarrassing little girl for the rest of her life, and as much as she fusses and complains, deep down she knows she wouldn't have it any other way. She needs this. She was just too incompetent at being an adult, at pretending to be a big girl. She needed someone to come along and manage her life. She was desperate for it.

And this is the result. A fulltime, diaper and Dada dependent baby girl who isn't even allowed to change her diapers without her caregiver's permission. Go ahead, everyone. Laugh at her pathetic state. The truth is she gets off on it. She gets off on seeing you all mock and tease her. And for those other little girls out there, reading this, feeling their princess parts become all tingly...

You know you wish this was you, too.

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All that Ribena finally hit and I couldn’t even hold for very long !! I got super desperate so quickly. But I have to say this was one of my favourite wettings, the relief was sooo good 👌🏻👌🏻

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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