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Big boobs, little brain.

It was true that Sarah found herself repeating the words over and over as went about her day. She didn’t really know why she had such a vulgar phrase in her mind but she just couldn’t seem to get the words out of her head.

Big boobs, little brain.

It was true that, even though she was a very intelligent girl, she sometimes wished that she could be a dumb bimbo that has a man to take care of her.

Big boobs, little brain.

It was even true that Sarah went to a hypnotist to see if he could help her with her fantasies. She didn’t really believe in hypnotism, but she really didn’t want to be smart anymore.  

Big boobs, little brain.

It was true that, despite that fact that the hypnotism didn’t work, she found herself thinking less and less about being smart. She was able to just have fun fucking and sucking her Master all the time.

Big boobs, little brain.

It was true. That’s all Sarah was anymore.

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Almost There

He was so precious. And still so shy, which was silly.

You would think working at a daycare would make me tired of taking care of little ones, but —on the contrary— I found nurturing little ones so fulfilling that I wanted to continue that with my own partner beyond the daycare.

That’s where he came in. He was submissive, suggestible, and childlike in a playful and addictive way. Not to mention adorable!

Today, like most days, I dressed him. Hence the Paw Patrol shirt; a show I know he secretly loves but refuses to admit. I also chose the khakis and belt. He was a silly boy: he refused to let me diaper him, but had no problem with me telling him when he could or couldn’t potty — something that made him feel adorably submissive.

Today I hadn’t let him potty at all, and I’ve been prompting him via text to stay hydrated, which he’s admitted to needing help with anyway. He is a good boy… mostly.

But there’s still some internal resistance, some shame and embarrassment left. Today would be the day I would break him free from all that. He’d be so much happier letting me take care of him like the sweet little diapered boy I know he is deep down. We were almost there — he just needed a little push.

That’s why I had dressed him in the belt to make getting to the potty on time harder. That’s why I had kept him overly hydrated all day and refused ti let him potty. That’s why I had snuck water pills and muscle relaxers into his lunch I packed for him.

That’s why I had asked him to come meet me at the daycare after closing time. And that’s also why his diapers sat piled high in the diaper cubby at the daycare tonight.

That brought us to this moment.

“Hey babe,” he waltzed in, “How was work?”

“Good,” I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, “How was your day?”

“Also pretty good,” he bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to minimize the obviousness of his potty dance, “But I really have to piss! Can I please go the bathroom?”

“Piss?” I frowned, “You know how I feel about you cussing, baby.”

“S-sorry,” he squeezed his knees together, “Can I please go potty?”

“I don’t know,” I grinned with a touch of sadism, “Big boys should be able to hold it…”

“M-mommy please…” he whimpered.

As if on cue, a wet spot appeared on his crouch and started growing down his pants.

“Oh what do we have here?” I smirked as I lifted the blushy boy’s Paw Patrol shirt, “Looks like someone had an accident. Do you know what we do with kiddos who have accidents at daycare?”

“D-diaper them?” He stuttered. I was happy to see that his accident had the intended affect of blowing away his resistance.

“That’s right; you’re such a smartie!” I grabbed his wrist and his diaper as I dragged him to the changing table, “Now lie still for me, this will only take a minute.”

As expected, he was a good boy, and the diapering was quick, easy, and special. He didn’t stop blushing, even after the diapering.

“Hey sweetheart, everyone has accidents sometimes; you don’t need to feel embarrassed. How about I give you some crayons and a coloring sheet, while I go make you a bottle. Then we can cuddle as I hold you. Would all that make you feel better?”

“Y-yes mommy,” he said shyly. He really was the cutest thing.

I set him up at the toddler-sized table with a coloring sheet and crayons, and he seemed to be consumed by his art. I walked into the kitchenette to start prepping his bottle.

I smiled to myself as I tightened the nipple onto the bottle. Now that he was in diapers, he would never be getting out of them.

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As Always, all characters depicted are 18+

Credit to hofbondage for the artwork!

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First ever hypno gif I've worked on, hopefully helps the girls out to get that motivation!

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