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White cotton holds close—

skin breathes in its gentle nest,

safety has soft walls.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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Queen of diapers 🖤

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You’re getting a sister

When Daddy first told her she was getting a sister, her stomach sank. Not from formula or prune mush, but something deeper: heartbreak. She didn’t care if her diaper was wet. She didn’t care that she couldn’t remember the last time she used the potty. All she knew was that Daddy was hers. Her boyfriend. Her Daddy. The idea of Daddy kissing someone else, calling someone else “princess,” wiping another girl’s soggy bottom? It made her heart burn with something too sharp to name. She wasn’t just a soggy little girl! She was Daddy’s girlfriend! Or at least… she used to be.

She had cried. Thrown her stuffie. Refused her baba. Daddy just waited patiently, patting her soggy bottom and letting her tantrum burn out. Then he knelt down and spoke the words that crushed her spirit like nothing else could: “Sweetie, girls who sit in soggy diapers all day aren’t women. They’re little girls. And little girls don’t get to have boyfriends, they get to have sisters.” Her lip had trembled. Her Pampers squelched as she shifted in shock. She was too stunned to even argue.

She planned to hate her new sister. She really did. But when the girl arrived—pigtails bouncing, diaper thick and pink, face glowing with shy blushes—something shifted. The jealousy dulled, replaced by a strange, fluttery warmth. It started small: holding hands during cartoon time. Falling asleep in the same crib. Whispering to each other after Daddy tucked them in. Soon, they were stealing kisses between diaper checks. Giggling when Daddy found them cuddled together in a soggy pile of plushies and baby powder.

Now, there isn’t a single day they don’t beg to wear matching diapers. One in powder pink with a soft satin bow. The other in sky blue with frilly ruffles. Matching hair ties, matching pacis, matching whimpers as they squirm in their wet padding, desperate for Daddy’s touch or each other’s. They cling tight during changies, kissing softly while Daddy wipes their princess parts clean, eyes dreamy and full of love.

Daddy watches them with a knowing smile, calling them his “soggy little soulmates.” And they beam at his praise, their cheeks burning pinker than their diapers. Sometimes they cry when they’re apart—even for naps. They don’t know how they ever lived without each other.

Daddy was right. Having a sister is the best.

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Oh, look at you. Legs parted just enough, fingers idly tracing over the soft, thick bulk of your diaper.

Rubbing. Pressing. Squishing. It's instinct now, isn't it? You don't even have to think about it anymore-it just happens.

And that's exactly how Mommy wanted it.

She told you this would happen. That the more time you spent padded, the more natural it would feel.

That soon enough, you wouldn't notice and you would not even want to be without it. And now?

Now you don't even notice how much time you spend like this-just lying there, playing with your toys,hands gently pressing, lost in the soft, crinkly comfort of it all. It's so easy. So right.

Every little squish sends a tiny shiver of warmth through you. Just enough to remind you how safe you feel. How soft and small and taken care of you are.

That there's nothing else to think about, nothing else to worry about-just the gentle, comforting touch of the diaper keeping you calm, keeping you right where you belong.

Mommy watches sometimes, smiling to herself as you absentmindedly knead at the thick padding between your legs, so lost in the feeling that you don't even realize she's there.

She doesn’t even have to say it. You aready know. Addicted to diapers.

Image credit ABDreams

Model - the adorable Cara Day

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Honestly Cara, its perfectly normal to be nervous about your regression but I promise you I’m here to take full care of you. I am a nurse after all…

Is your diaper on nice and tight? You can’t wriggle out of this straitjacket now can you?

What am I going to do? I'm going to regress you to being a baby and keep you in diapers of course you silly little baby

Now don’t struggle and fuss dear. It has been decided that your infantilisation process is to be accelerated.

You need to be fully baby brained by next week so we can start the Nursery Phase of your treatment.

So now that I have restrained you to my satisfaction you are being introduced to your first regression hypnosis tape ready to start your treatment plan.

Now Cara. Be a good girl, suck on your pacifier and just listen to the audio that Nurse Apple has prepared just for you!

The regression hypno audio files will soon start to have an effect on you. You will be acting like a baby in no time. There really is nothing you can do to resist.

Soon Cara will lose all of her bladder and bowel control. But she will learn to love and be comforted by being in her diapers with no worries in the world

Cara listened to the hypnosis loop and soon started to lose here mind. Before long she would lose her power of speech and adult comprehension. She will become incapable of communication other than by pointing and baby babble. The cutest and most perfect adult baby girl!!

Image Credit ABDreams

Models Nurse Apple and Cara Day

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It’s so wet and squishy isn’t it?

Did you make Mommy a squishy little diaper

What this? What’s this little peepee? Is it trying to poke out of your little diaper

Awww You love your wet little diapers. You do don’t you?

Mommy loves them too you know.

But you know what Mommy really loves to do? She loves to tug your little winkie.

That’s right you are doing so good for me

Mommy’s so proud of you

You know that Mommy really does wish that you could put your little peepee inside Mommy

But no you really wouldn’t be able to handle it. Your life is going to be pampers not pussy isn’t it?

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You've been warned many times, threatened with this consequence with every "accident," but l've been lenient and forgiving with you... until now.

What, are you surprised to see me finally following through? It was only a matter of time - between all the sheets I've had to wash, engagements l've had to miss, and shopping trips I've had to cut short, I've just about had it.

But... I know you say it's not intentional. At your big age, I have to believe you're telling the truth, though sometimes I doubt...

But regardless, the solution is the same. I'll be keeping you in diapers full-time from now on until I see an improvement in your wetting problem.

I've read about the benefits of keeping your man in diapers, and I think it could be a really good thing for you!

But this won't work without some larger lifestyle changes as well.

Oh, you thought this would just be diapers?

No, sweetie, this is a much bigger change for you. You're going to be my baby once again!

This is going to help you so much, and I'm so excited to have my little baby back.

Now, time for your first diaper change - I'll show you, diapers aren't so bad.

Image credit Talia Tate

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Your whole body tensed as the waves and waves of vibration finally overwhelmed you/ She smiled as she turned off the hitachi wand leaving the silence hanging there

“Such a good, sticky little man-baby”.

“Guess what? You've just made your first cummy mess in your diaper, honey.“

“And believe me... it certainly won't be your last.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Ggghhhmmmpphhh??!!" Your horrified gurgle sounds pathetic and weak in your ears, and it's drowned out almost immediately by her mocking laughter

. "Aww, but of course! You've just shown me you like them, baby," she titters, and in her dark, dancing eyes all you can read now is sadistic mirth.

"You clearly can't help but cum in them, and so... well, if my kinky little man-baby really loves them so much..."

She pauses, and you blink in fascinated, horrified fear - a helpless prey caught in the predator's hypnotic gaze.

"It's only fair to give you exactly what you want. After all, baby - isn't that what a good girlfriend does?"

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Model Red August

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Here Comes The Sun

You’re powerless to stop your body from lowering into the cutest little squat, the official position of pamper packers everywhere. You’re fully aware your diaper is jutting out from under your skirt, providing no cover to the shameful display you’re about to put on for her.

All you wanted to do was load your diaper in peace. You thought the room would be empty—you hate when your infantile display has an audience.

It's not like you can do anything about it now. You barely made it here without making pushies.

It’s too late to run.

A series of adorable little toots trumpet into your diaper. You’re going to fill your diaper right here in front of your babysitter and there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.

Against your will, your body tenses up in preparation. Your hands ball into tiny little fists. Your face scrunches up, red with effort. You grunt as you start to push.

You hate how ordinary this has all become for you. Filling your diaper in this position is now normal. Your deeply humiliating routine as the diaper girl you’ve become.

Well, except for her. She’s a new addition to your life.

Daddy told you now that you were unpotty trained, it would be irresponsible to allow you to keep any of your former adult privileges. Adults aren’t helpless pamper-packers like you.

So, Daddy hired her to babysit you.

You’d think it would be embarrassing enough to poop your diaper in front of a girl your own age. Knowing she can see the expanding diaper as it tries to accommodate your growing mess. Knowing she can hear every toot, every grunt that accompanies your effort.

But it’s not.

It’s the way she watches you. That horrible, silent grin on her face as she takes it in. Nothing about the way she’s watching you betrays any surprise that you’re an adult pooping her diaper.

You may think you’re still an adult—but she doesn’t.

She thinks you’re the cutest little thing. You’re not an adult to her. You’re just a helpless diaper pooper like any other charge she’s babysat over the years—even if you’re well over 20 years older than her regular charges.

She doesn’t laugh or tease you. Why would she? She knows you can’t help it. Diaper changes come with the territory of babysitting little ones like you. She’s here to ensure you have clean diapers and are safely tucked into bed by 7:30.

After your grunts subside, she cheerfully stands up. “All done making pushies, cutie? Let me see the damage to that diaper of yours.”

She nonchalantly turns you around and lifts up your skirt. Your diaper is pulled back so she can take a look. “Oh, your Daddy was right, you sure know how to fill your diapers! Come on, sweetie, let's get you into a fresh diaper.”

You crinkle behind her to the changing table, wondering how this became your new life.

“Hop up, little one. I’ll get you out of that poopy diapee and into a nice, clean one in no time!”

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Sorry date night has been canceled.. I decided you are gonna be my little baby tonight instead! I even picked out a cute outfit for you to wear.

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Too Good to Be True

When he first told her about Regression School, she rolled her eyes and laughed. A daycare for adults who wear diapers? A playhouse for “littles” to color, nap, and play pretend? It sounded like something pulled from one of their more elaborate roleplays, not something real. She had only ever played his babygirl at home, in the quiet safety of their shared space. Pacis and onesies were part of their private world, never meant to leave the bedroom or, at most, the living room.

Even when he handed her the sign-up forms, she thought he was just deepening the fantasy. She filled them out with a giggle, half-expecting him to break character and laugh with her. But he didn’t. He only smiled warmly and kissed her on the forehead, telling her how proud he was of his brave little girl. She figured he was just committing to the bit, nothing more.

Now, she stood in the hallway of their apartment, wearing a short-sleeved dress that barely reached the top of her thighs, the edge of her thick, crinkly diaper peeking out with every tiny movement. Her hair was pulled into neat pigtails. She shifted uncomfortably, the bulk between her legs unmistakable. Daddy was packing her bag with all the essentials—juice box, stuffie, extra diapers, her nap blankie. He hummed to himself, calm and focused, like this was a normal morning routine. She watched, waiting for the moment he'd break the illusion.

But he never did.

It wasn’t until the door opened and she saw it, that van parked by the curb, powder-blue with cartoon characters painted along the side, that her smile faltered. A uniformed woman was stepping out with a clipboard. A car seat waited inside. Her heartbeat slammed against her chest. She turned to Daddy, suddenly unsure, hoping to catch a flicker of mischief in his eyes, a hint of the old joke they were both in on. But there was none. He looked down at her with all the seriousness and warmth of a real parent sending their babygirl off for her first day.

That was when it hit her. This wasn’t pretend . She wasn’t just Daddy’s little girl in the bedroom. She was really being dropped off, diapered, dressed, and packed for her first day at Regression School. And as the woman at the door cooed, “You must be our new student! Don’t be shy, sweetie,” she realized with a jolt: her diaper was already damp.

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Also kinda can’t stop thinking about being coerced into being cucked with infantile reminders that “sharing is caring” and that I “need to give daddy’s friend a turn” 🥺

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I like my men all incompetent 🍼🤤

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Love And War - Part 1

Ally decides to mentally regress her best friend in order to steal her boyfriend. Jessica might be pretty, but Daniel isn’t going to find her quite so attractive once she’s toddling around in soggy diapers. Then he’ll be sure to fall for someone as stylish and mature as Ally. Or at least, that’s the plan...

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Ally admired herself in the mirror, leaning forward and enjoying the way her low cut black crop-top framed her generous cleavage. She gave her chest a quick shake, blew herself a kiss, and straightened up with a satisfied smirk on her face. There was no way Daniel was going to be able to keep his eyes off her when she was dressed like this – especially if her plans for Jessica succeeded.

She left her room and walked into the kitchen with her short miniskirt swishing, exposing the base of her bubble butt. Jessica looked up as she entered, and Ally noticed a slight frown appear on her friend’s face when she saw what she was wearing. Jessica herself was wearing a tight white t-shirt and jeans, figure-hugging but certainly not as flashy as Ally’s outfit.

“I’m going to get started on cooking, okay Jess?” Ally said brightly, moving over to the hob.

“Alwight,” said Jessica, and then a blush spread suddenly across her cheeks. “I mean, alright.”

Ally had to fight hard to keep the grin off her face as she got out the pots and pans. Had the hypnosis really worked?

“Daniel’s just texted to say he’ll be back soon,” Jessica went on, “so dat works nicely. That.”

Ally ignored her friend’s little slip ups, but she couldn’t help but glance over to see Jessica’s reaction, and she was pleased to see the look of mingled confusion and embarrassment on her face. She’d just have to get used to it though, Ally thought, hiding her smirk.

At that moment, they heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, and Jessica hurried out of the kitchen.

“Hi, babe!” Jessica said, and Ally thought she could hear the sounds of kissing coming from the hallway. She felt a prickle of anger, but forced herself to stay calm. It wouldn’t be long now. Let’s see if Daniel still thinks she’s so sexy with a dumb baby voice, or any of her other new little habits.

Jessica came back into the kitchen a moment later, and Daniel was right behind her. He was tall and well-built, with high cheekbones, neat blond hair and ocean-blue eyes. He flashed a smile at her as he entered the room, and Ally felt her pussy moisten.

“Hi, Daniel!” she said, a little too eagerly, and she could see Jessica eyeing her a suspiciously. Her flatmate knew she’d liked Daniel as well, but Jessica had asked him out first, and she’d agreed that fair was fair.

“Hey, Ally,” said Daniel. His voice was deep and soothing, and Ally felt butterflies tingling in her stomach. This one was going to be hers. “Something smells good,” he added.

“I’m making Bolognese for the three of us. It won’t be long, so take a seat, okay?” And hopefully it will be another chance to see just how effective the hypnosis has been.

Daniel sat down in one of the chairs around the kitchen table, lounging comfortably with one arm draped over the top. “Did you get your essay done this afternoon, Jess?” he asked his girlfriend.

“Uh, no,” said Jessica. “It’th weird. I mean… It’s weird. I sat down to do it, but I must have spaced out ‘cause suddenly it was nearly dinner-time already! Isn’t dat stwange?” Her face reddened suddenly and she raised a hand to her mouth in shock.

Daniel laughed. “You okay there, sweetie?” he asked, cocking his head and looking at his girlfriend in amusement.

“I… um… yeth!” she squeaked. “I don’t know what’th wong wif me today! I mean…” She giggled to hide her embarrassment, but there was a trace of fear in her eyes. She put a hand to her lips like she thought there might be something wrong with them.

Ally turned around and busied herself at the hob to hide her smile. Poor little Jessie, she thought delightedly. It’s going to be pretty hard to dirty-talk with such a silly lisp.

Daniel looked faintly concerned, but he was distracted by Ally bringing over a pot of spaghetti Bolognese and placing it in the middle of the table, making sure to bend down low to give him a good view of her breasts as they jostled in her crop-top.

They all sat down to eat, and Ally made sure to keep an eye on Jessica, looking out for the next part of the hypnosis to take effect. And sure enough, it didn’t take long. A few bites into her spaghetti, and Jessica suddenly started finding it much more difficult to get everything into her mouth – but she hardly seemed to notice, even as she covered her lips in Bolognese sauce, and a piece of spaghetti stuck to her chin.

“Oh, Jessie!” Ally chided, putting on a maternal, patronising, slightly exasperated tone that she hoped would give Daniel the impression this happened on a regular basis. Before Jessica could so much as open her mouth, Ally was by her side with a wet cloth, wiping her face clean like she was a mucky toddler in a highchair.

 “I didn’t realise how much of a messy eater you were, Jess!” Daniel laughed. “It’s a good thing you’ve got Ally here to look after you, huh?”

“But I don’t…” Jessica mumbled, as Ally finished wiping the sauce off her face for her, “I’m not…”

“I think we ought to get you a bib!” Daniel teased, ignoring her feeble protests.

Jessica went even redder than she had been already, and she splurted out, “Nu-uh! Don’t wanna bib!”

“Sweetheart, are you sure you’re alright?” Daniel asked, looking a little concerned again.

Jessica opened her mouth to respond, thought better of trying to speak, and closed it again. She nodded, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. Then she went back to her spaghetti.

The three of them continued to eat their meal, and Ally chatted with Daniel casually, enjoying the way his eyes kept flitting to his girlfriend’s increasingly messy face as she slowly got more and more of her dinner all over it. He was clearly thinking that something was wrong, or wondering whether some dumb joke was being pulled on him.

“I swear, you’re as bad as a two-year-old, Jessie,” Ally scolded good-naturedly, wiping Jessica’s face clean once again after they’d finished their meal.

“I… I…” Jessica stammered, “I’m sowwy. I dunno why I’m…” She sniffled, and then, even as the other two watched, her thumb crept up to her mouth and pushed its way gently between her lips.

“Uh… Jessica?” Daniel asked cautiously.

Jessica looked up. Then her eyes widened, and she suddenly pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a wet pop and looked down at the drooly digit in alarm.

“Why don’t we go to your room, sweetie?” Daniel suggested gently, helping his helpless-looking girlfriend out of her chair. “Thanks for cooking, Ally!” he said over his shoulder. “But I think Jess might need a little lie-down or something.”

“No problem!” Ally said brightly. Once she heard Jessica’s bedroom door close, she allowed a Cheshire-cat grin to spread over her face. This was perfect. The lisping and the messy eating and the thumbsucking made Jessica look completely ludicrous! There was no way Daniel could take her seriously as a girlfriend when she acted like an overgrown toddler! And the real kicker would be what little Jessie would be doing in her bedsheets that night…

Ally went to her own bedroom and took the package out from under her bed, just for the pleasure of seeing it again. Infantilisation Hypnosis, it read on the front, causes lisping, messy eating, thumbsucking, and bedwetting. It hadn’t been hard to upload it onto Jessica’s phone, where it was able to work its way into her head through the music she always listened to when she studied. She looked down at the bright yellow label in the corner (WARNING: all effects of this tape are permanent!) and felt a twinge of guilt. But it was nothing personal. Jessica would just have to find a boyfriend who didn’t mind waking up to the smell of pee every morning. And who didn’t care that his girlfriend spoke like a six-year-old. And sucked her thumb. And made a mess of herself at mealtimes.

She’d manage, Ally told herself with a smirk, as she spied Jessica scurrying out of her room with a bright red face and a bundle of soggy-looking sheets in her arms the next morning. She was cute, after all. And in any case, wasn’t all fair in love and war?

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