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Diapered, restrained and gagged @geeky-guitarist

If your baby thinks she's big enough to use the potty, make it as unpleasant as possible for her

- give her a ridiculous potty schedule to keep to

- make her ask permission, and add a lock to the door if she tried to use it without asking

- keep her in outfits that are harder to remove, or mean she has to strip to pee (zips clasps on the back/rompers)

- inspect her underwear first to check she hasn't leaked

- keep the toilet seat and the floor of the bathroom cold

- make her sit there and hold it until you say she can pee

- stand there and watch her the whole time

- make her wait a few minutes after she's done, just to be sure she's finished peeing

- have her bend at the waist with her legs spread for mommy to wipe her pussy, tell her she never does it properly. Use cold wipes or rough toilet paper. Find ways to leave her like that for a few minutes

- pull her panties up too high to give her a small wedgie

- scrub her hands clean with cold water

When it comes to night time insist on a diaper and make it the most pleasant sweet experience for her! Make her see her diapers as a luxury

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.

Jarred and Courtney had just got married and were on their honeymoon. Jarred was expecting a good time with his new wife in a villa that they hired but he got something else entirely. Courtney had the place all ready for them arriving but Jarred had been unaware of the preparations she had made. One of the rooms had been turned into an adult sized nursery and the house wall full of baby furniture like a highchair and a playpen but sized for an adult. Courtney planned on keeping Jarred as her baby for the next couple of weeks and hoped that it would continue when they returned home. At first Jarred resisted, kicking up a huge fuss and fighting back when Courtney diapered him and tried to feed him or put him to bed. Whenever he did this Courtney would put Jarred over her knee and spank him. This made him cry and tell her that he hated her but she knew that wasn’t true. Courtney thought it would be much easier to do this and thought Jarred would enjoy it. She was thinking of giving up on the third day but decided to persist after Jarred finally made his first messy diaper. Over the course of the rest of the week there were many more spankings, some over Jarred’s diaper, some bare bottom but every time he was spanked Jarred got a little bit more submissive. Courtney was sure that she could spank him into being a good baby for her. By the end of the first week Jarred was being a perfectly sweet little baby boy for his new mommy. One night they were both sitting in the living room of the villa, Courtney on the couch and Jarred in his playpen. Courtney noticed that Jarred was fidgeting while playing with his toys. At first she thought he might need his diaper changed but she noticed a bulge at the front of his diaper and realises he must be turned on. “Does baby want mommy to do anything for him?” Courtney asked Jarred in a condescending tone. Jarred looked round at Courtney and dropped his pacifier out of his mouth. “Mommy, please spank me?”

Daddy was using the apartment bathroom like a good boy, when he heard baby outside the door. He couldn’t just miss the opportunity to humiliate baby and get her back into diapers. He waited till she was done shitting before opening the door, “Everything alright sweetheart?” knowing she had just messed her booty shorts.

“I pooped my pants daddy, why were you being such a meanie, not letting me in.”

Ignoring his little slut, he replied, “It’s alright sweetie, I still have some pull ups, lets get you changed.”

She nodded, whimpering, but she knew she was too much of a baby for big girl pants, so she went with daddy to get diapered.

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”

Who wants to recreate this with me!?!?

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.

...i got sick and tired of waking up in a wet bed every morning. He was flooding his pants every single night like a baby.

We did set an alarm every night to get him up and go to the potty. Even that didn't work, he still wets the sheets.

So i decided to get him some Pampers and diaper him up for the night. He wasn't very happy about that, but mommy knows best.

Then still, one diaper wasn't enough. Our bed still got wet every night. He then was bitching about getting diapered by me like a baby every night.

Well, now he gets to sleep in his crib, double diapered and pacified like the little boy he is. 🍼🧸

No more accidents ever since, every morning he smiles at me in his soggy Pampers, waiting to get changed by mommy.

On weekends i decided to leave him in his crib till he has done his businesses. This way i can have a coffee or two to start my day right.

And yep, of course he uses his diapers like a baby, what else can he possibly do? He is locked in his crib. And he is not allowed to take his diapers off at any time. So he has to use his Pampers for their intended purpose...