#diaper hypno

[diaperedbaby212]

Diaper hypnosis video that a friend of mine made.

[diaperhypnoboy]

Diaper check !

[maddie-dog]

The Birthday - Part 3

As awareness started to wash over me again, I smiled. I felt good. I was relaxed, comfortable, and more happy then I could remember being in years. The events of earlier in the day felt like a distant nightmare. Being tied down, diapered, and gagged with a pacifier all felt like a dream. I thought to myself, maybe it was. Being forcefully babied by my wife did sound like something my fucked up subconscious would spit up.

So, to test this hypothesis, without opening my eyes, I tried to move my hands. One at a time, I pulled each of my hands to my body, and, to my surprise and delight, I wasn't met with any resistance. I tried the same thing with my feet, pulling my knees up to my chest. Just like with my hands and arms, I could move my feet and legs freely. Maybe this morning was all just a dream?

Feeling a familiar pressure in my bladder, I turned my body and sat up on the edge of my bed, the comforter still sitting on my lap. I looked around the room and nothing has changed from what I remembered prior to this morning. There were no restraints left on the bed. There weren't blindfolds or other BDSM supplies left on my nightstand. The room was clean, other than the bed being dishevelled from my sleeping in it, and was lit by a warm, late afternoon light.

Give the state of the room, I finally concluded that the events from earlier in the day must have been a bad dream. So, with my bladder aching for relief, I stood up and began walking to the bathroom. For some reason, I didn't notice the crinkling noise at every step I took or the pronounced waddle that I had with each step. I didn't even look at my reflection in the mirror as I hurriedly scuttled to my destination. My whole focus was on getting to the bathroom as quickly as possible to relieve myself. My need to pee was growing stronger much faster.

It didn't take long for my eyes to fall on my goal. The porcelain throne of my relief lay just before me. However, as I reached down to pull down my boxers, I was interrupted by a voice.

"Oh, good! You're awake! How did the birthday boy sleep?" I hear my wife's soft voice gently intone behind me.

At the sound of her voice, I turn around suddenly and face her. I can't help but smile. Despite the horrible nightmare I had earlier, she looks incredibly sexy, wearing a beautiful yellow sundress, low-cut on top to expose her ample cleavage, and cut-high on the bottom to show off her legs. I am a lucky man, I think to myself.

"I sweept guud! Danks!" I lisped out in response to Melody's question. I was oblivious to the large rubber nipple occupying my mouth, making it difficult for me to pronounce words properly. Melody giggled in response as she walked closer to me.

For some reason, as she came closer, a sensation of fear sent a shiver down my spine. Has she always seemed so much bigger than me? I thought. Before I could dwell on that thought though, Melody began to speak again.

"I am so glad to hear that baby! I wouldn't want you getting cranky on your big day. But, I have a question, why are you in the bathroom?" She asked, curiously, with a hint of mischief gleaming in her eyes.

"I've gotta pee," I responded, still oblivious to the object occupying my mouth, "I'll finish dat, den come see j'you." Melody's smile became predatory.

"Oh, baby, you didn't need to come hide in here when you potty! You can just go whenever you want to!" She said.

"What?" I lisped out, confused.

"Just make your pee-pees and poo-poos wherever you want, love. You don't need to hide like a naughty toddler. I won't judge you for using your diaper, that is what it's for!" Melody said.

At those words, my head swam. I became slightly dizzy. I grabbed the wall, and, for the first time, looked down at myself.

Like I expected, I was mostly naked expect for my underwear. My hairy, somewhat pasty dad bod on full display. What I didn't expect was the underwear I was wearing. Around my waist where, after discounting the days earlier events as a bad dream, I expected to see boxers, hung a gigantic white and pastel blue diaper adorned with a cartoon teddy bear laying on alphabet blocks. The giant, babyish garment dropped wetly between my legs. The blue line of the wetness indicator declaring for everyone who could see it that I had already thoroughly soaked the garments padding.

My mouth gaped open as I stared at myself in disbelief. As my lips parted, a pacifier that I had also not been aware of up until that point, fell to the bathroom tile accompanied by a line of drool leading directly to my parted lips.

Realization hit me like a freight train. My nightmare wasn't a dream. I was still living it.

"What the fuck, Mommy?" I said to Melody as I looked down at my wet diaper and drool covered pacifier. "Wait, why did I call you Mommy? Mommy. Mommy. Mama!" Despite my best efforts, I had discovered that, despite my best efforts otherwise, I couldn't call Melody anything but Mommy or Momma now.

I looked back up at my wife, who was now grinning from ear to ear. The totality if my situation was starting to dawn on me. If what I thought was a dream had actually happened, then, I had eventually fallen asleep with those damned headphones on. And, if that had happened, I must have given in. I'd been hypnotized.

Melody laughed as she watched the wheels turning in my head. As the depths of how fucked I was hit me, she put words to my thoughts.

"That's right baby, you fell asleep listening to Mommy's special music, and now I'm in control. You're just like the poor girls you torture in your demented little stories. You are completely and utterly at my whim."

My bladder still ached, and I almost released it in fear at my wife's words. A part of me thought that was curiously. If I had been hypnotized, why did I still have any control of my bodily functions. It didn't take long for that question to be answered.

"Don't worry though, baby, I didn't take too much from you, yet," Melody continued. "Really, I'll I've done so far is to make you a little less observant of your situation when you woke up and made sure you address me properly this weekend."

Those changes didn't sound too bad to me. However, Melody's use of the word 'yet,' was not lost on me.

"That is not to say that I can't do more if you don't behave," my wife continued. "It'll be much more fun if you know you are choosing to be my stinky little baby boy for the weekend, rather than being forced to."

"Fuck that, Mommy! I will not just lay down and be your perfect little baby! I will not just be humiliated like that! Plus, I am not just going to lay down and let you tie me up and hypnotize me again," I spat out. To emphasize my point, I reached for the tapes on my diaper, moving to rip them up in a show of defiance. However, before I could get a good grip on the tapes, Melody spoke again.

"Mommy says freeze," Melody said firmly.

I froze. Suddenly, I couldn't move. My terror started to build. This hypnosis clearly ran deeper than I expected. Regardless, I would not just give in to my wife's carefully designed torture. If anyone was supposed to choose to be the defenseless adult baby, it was her, not me. Letting myself give in and capitulate so easily would make me no better than the fictional women I wrote about in my smut. With renewed determination, I rolled my eyes up to look directly at my wife with, what I hoped, was a look of defiance and control in my eyes.

"Let me be clear, mister," Melody said with her hands on her hips, "You will be wearing and using your diapers this weekend one way or another." Melody continues to lecture me like I've seen her lecture our kids 1000 times, "You may think you have some control in this situation. That is an illusion. Like a real baby, you only have as much control as Mommy says. And, like a real baby, you will do what Mommy says."

The lecture has little effect on me. Despite this show of power, I was still certain my mind was strong enough, mature enough, to break my wife's hypnosis. I continued to ineffectually glare at her from my frozen position.

"This is what is going to happen. I am going to release you. You are going to prove to me that you are going prove to me that you can be a good baby for Mommy. If you don't, I am going to show you how much control I really have," Melody informed me.

She walked closer as she gave me further instructions. Despite my resolve to maintain my dignity, I still couldn't help but feel like her tiny frame was somehow looking over my much larger one as she spoke.

"You already told Mommy you have to make pee-pee. When I release you, you are going to prove to me you are a good baby, deserving of maintaining the control you have, by wetting your pants, do you understand?"

I just glared in response. Partially because I couldn't move my mouth or nod my head, but partially, and I would like to think this was the larger part, out of obstinance. Melody, however, choose to take my lack of response as acquiescence.

"Good boy. Mommy says you can move," Melody said.

I stumbled a little as my muscles loosened and I regained the ability to freely move.

"Now, wet yourself," she commanded.

"No!" I asserted, "I am not your fucking baby doll."

I reached for the tape of the soggy diaper wrapped around my waist again, determined to remove it and use the toilet like the adult I am. Once again, before I could make any progress, Melody interrupted me.

"Mommy says freeze," she commanded. I once again found myself reverted to a living, breathing statue. I let out a gutteral growl from my throat, the only noise I could easily make.

Melody leaned over, lovingly placed one hand on my cheek, and made eye contact with me.

"That was very, very naughty baby boy. I hoped that just freezing you was all you were going to need to be a good boy for me, but, apparently, you need Mommy to teach you a lesson," she said with a fringe of disappointment in her voice. "I am going to make sure you don't fight using your cute little diapys any more." Melody reached around me and lightly slapped my diapered ass for emphasis.

If I could have, I would have swallowed in nervousness. I have read, and written, enough ABDL smut to know what she was going to do next. She would say 'Mommy says you aren't potty trained,' or something similar, and I would release my very full bladder into my already wet diaper, causing it to leak over the floor. I'd be embarrassed. However, from my position, at least Melody and I would know that I hadn't given in, she had to force me to set myself.

Unfortunately, my premonition of what was going to happen next was wrong.

Melody stopped making eye contact me and leaned closer into me, placing her lips next to right ear. She then softly whispered her next command.

"Mommy says you are terrified of potties. Mommy says you are certain something horrible will happen the next time you use one."

Suddenly, a new phobia took root in my psyche. When I thought about toilets, my body filled with an irrational feeling of dread. Despite my overwhelming need to pee, I was suddenly certain in the depths of my soul, that if I actually used the porcelain monster behind me, my life would be in danger.

This new fear created a strange cognitive dissonance in my head. I still DID NOT want to use the diaper strapped around my waist like the pathetic man-toddler Melody wanted me to be. However, the idea of using any sort of 'potty' filled me with such a sense of existential dread that I almost found myself wetting my pants out of fear at the thought of it.

Melody's lesson wasn't over though.

"Mommy says that you are no stronger than a real toddler and are easily overpowered by me," Melody added.

Still reeling from the first command, the ramifications of the second hypnosis-enforced edict from my wife didn't immediately concern me.

Melody pulled back from my still frozen form and crossed her arms, taking the stance of a mother, about to punish a naughty child.

"Now, baby, you already told me you need to go potty. Also, you have made it abundantly clear you do not want to use your diapers. So, I am going to give you this opportunity to prove you are a big boy. I am going to help you go potty on the big boy potty, doesn't that sound fun? Mommy says unfreeze."

"No, please, no! Mommy, you can't make me. Please, don't make me go near it!" I pleaded desperately as soon as my control came back to me. Fear had taken over my body at my wife's decree. Tears had started to well in my eyes at the thought of sitting on the toilet.

I stated to work my way out of the bathroom in fear, attempting to push my way past Melody. I thought, maybe, if I made it outside, I could pee in a bush or something, and save myself the embarrassment of using the diaper wrapped around my waist as well as the terror that came from potentially using the dreaded potty. Unfortunately, before I could get far, Melody grabbed me. I tried to push past her, but found, as I should have expected, I couldn't use any more force than a toddler would against their mother. My wife was easily able to gain control of me by grabbing my wrists.

"No, no you don't baby! You have made it very clear you want to be a big boy and use the big boy potty, so that is what you are going to do!" Melody said, now dragging me easily by my wrists towards the porcelain monster, sitting menacingly in the corner of the room.

"Please, Mama, please, don't make me! Please don't make me use a toilet!" I started to beg as I ineffectually tried to pull away.

"This is what you wanted, big boy, so this is what you get!" My wife said as she dragged me through our restroom towards the toilet like a toddler who refused to be potty trained.

With each step closer to the toilet, my fear grew. Tears of terror welled up and began to pour from my eyes. I became unable to communicate I'm full sentences. Mucus started to drip from my nose.

"Mama... Please... No... No potty... No... Please no..." I wailed like a tantruming toddler as Melody continued to drag me across the bathroom floor.

When we got within a step of the toilet, my rational mind has given in. I was willing to do anything to avoid having to risk being eaten by the potty monster in front of me. In fear and desperation, I gave in. I let my bladder loose and flooded my already full diaper.

A loud hissing sound began to accompany my wails of terror. I felt the warm, wet urine fill the already saturated padding as I let lose. I then felt the fresh urine, with no where else to go, begin to leak out the leg gatherers of my babyish pants and form a puddle on the ground. The shame I felt at giving in was still overwhelmed by the terror of potentially being forced to sit on or, heaven forbid, use a toilet.

It didn't take long for Melody to notice the puddle growing on the floor. As she held my wrists, she couldn't help but smile.

"Oh no! I thought you were a big boy who used the potty? Did you just make pee-pees in your diapy?" Melody said with a look of victory in her eyes. She temporarily relented from dragging me across the bathroom floor, letting me sit my diapered ass in the growing puddle of urine underneath me.

I looked up at her, fear of the toilet, shame that I choose to piss myself rather than use a toilet, and hope that Melody wouldn't force me to use the dreaded 'potty' all drifting through me. I told her the truth.

"Yes, I peed myself," I choked out hopefully through sobs.

"What was that baby? I didn't understand you. If you don't want me to make you use the potty like a big boy, I need you to tell me what you did like the pathetic toddler you are," Melody responded.

I gritted my teeth in anger at being reduced to this, but one glance at the toilet standing less than two feet from where I was sitting, my fear took control again.

"Mommy, me make pee-pees in my diapy! Pwease don't make me use da potty!" I lisped out, unable to keep my desperation and terror from leaking into the last sentence.

My wife just giggled in response.

"Are you sure? You were SO adamant you were a big boy just a couple of minutes ago? Don't you just want to at least TRY to go potty on the potty?" She responded.

My terror spiked again. She wouldn't still force me to sit on that monstrosity would she? I could die!

Desperate to appease the monster that was my wife, I quickly responded.

"No, Mama! Me no want potty! Please, no potty! Me.... Baby."

I let the last word come out quietly. I let my head fall in shame. Melody had defeated me. She had forced me to choose to use my diaper. For all intents and purposes at this point, I was a baby.

Melody smiled. She looked down at me and saw, I am certain, just what I had admitted to being: a giant, pathetic, overgrown toddler, who had flooded his pampers in terror to avoid being potty trained. For fuck sake, I was still sitting in a puddle of my own piss only two feet from the toilet.

"Well, I guess I was right, you're just too little to be potty trained," she said triumphantly.

I didn't respond. Couldn't respond. I had lost. I had chosen to utterly debase myself, rather than use a fucking toilet like an adult. I couldn't claim that I was an adult or even a 'big boy' who was 'already potty trained' to her. The shame I felt at acting like a toddler was almost overpowered by the relief I felt in hearing that my wife wasn't going to try to potty train me.

For now, at least, I would have to be her perfect little man-baby.

[nononodojo]

When

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[diaperhypnoboy]

Always feels good to wake up padded.

[randomragnorok2021]

Anyone have any ideas what's going on here hehe lol all comments welcome

[maddie-dog]

I've been thinking about hypnosis lately. The concept of hypnosis is super interesting to me. It seems like a great tool of dominence and submission. But, I feel like I am a total skeptic in reality. I've never actually seen it in practice or experienced myself, so I can't even imagine how it works.

[nononodojo]

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[diaperhypnoboy]

Hopefully it’s not too obvious

[jtwritesstuff]

A Mama and Her Baby

This is my first comm for my friend Arya! They wanted a simple and sweet mama baby time and I think I nailed it pretty well with the regression popped in and some hypnosis. I hope you all enjoy and just know I'm still open for comms! ______________________________________________________________

Arya sighed, shuffling into the apartment after a long day of work, having had to work a double because a coworker didn’t show up. He kicked his shoes off at the door and tossed his jacket onto the hook, the house already filled with the smell of spaghetti being made. Arya slowly shuffled into the kitchen and smiled, seeing Draven working on the spaghetti. “Shoulda guessed, you always make it when any of us have a bad day.”

Draven smiled a bit at Arya and nodded, gently patting his back a bit “I know my ba…friends well and…I know what’ll always cheer em up.” Arya nodded as Draven looked him over “Why don’t you go get into some more comfy clothes hun.” Arya looked down at his work uniform, nodding a bit as he made his way to his room, sighing a bit and not even noticing the sparkle of magic glittering on his back.

Arya shivered a bit as he walked into his room, wondering if he’d left the fan on only to see it off and frown before shrugging a bit and starting to undress. He tossed his work clothes into the hamper and sighed a bit before looking for a change of clothes, slipping a pair of shorts on and smiling a bit as he noticed something he hadn’t seen in years.

He pulled out a shirt and smiled, swearing he’d gotten rid of it before moving but now…here it was, he just smiled a bit as he pulled it on and looked down at it, it even looked as good as new…he could’ve sworn it had a hole in it. He just shrugged a bit and walked to the door and back out to the kitchen, noticing Draven smiling softly at him “Uhhh…yeah?” Draven just shook her head “Oh…nothing hun.”

Arya frowned a bit at that but shrugged a bit “So uh…when’s the sketti gonna be done?” Draven looked at it and thought “Well…it’s still got some time, along with the bread, so…I’d say 15 minutes, think you can wait that long?” Arya blushed a bit as he realized he did kinda sound like a needy kid before nodding “Y…Yeah I can wait”

Draven nodded and smiled softly at Arya “Why don’t you go watch TV or something hun, a watched cook doesn’t…cook” she seemed to get a bit lost in the allegory but just chuckled a bit before gently shooing Arya out. Draven had to stifle a chuckle though as she noticed she was just the slightest bit taller than Arya now, not that he’d notice of course. Arya made his way to the couch, sitting down and pulling up disney plus and scrolling through.

Arya sighed a bit, finally deciding on throwing the first Star Wars up as he laid on the couch. He began to smell the bread being cooked and felt his stomach rumble a bit as he glanced towards the kitchen. He watched as Draven worked and hummed softly, giving him a bit of a smile and wave which caused a slight blush from him. He went back to his movie, hoping dinner would be done soon as he looked down at himself, smiling at the newer shirt he’d gotten today with Draven at the store.

He just smiled, glad she was so willing to spend the money on him, it made him shiver a bit as he laid there, that same cold feeling that he’d felt earlier. He sat up, checking the thermostat and frowning a bit, seeing it was 72 in the house. He softly sighed a bit and slumped over a bit, hoping he wasn’t getting sick. He didn’t get much more time to think about it before Draven poked her head in with a soft smile “Arya sweetie, dinner’s ready” 

Arya smiled and excitedly hopped off the couch, rushing into the kitchen as Draven smiled down at him. Arya frowned a bit as he looked…up? He looked confused, as Draven just softly smiled down at the teen “What’s wrong hun?” Arya crossed his arms a bit, looking up “Wasn’t I…bigger?” Draven just chuckled at that “Hun, you may be having growth spurts all the time, but you haven’t caught up to mama just yet.” She ruffled his hair and he felt that tingle again.

He felt dazed for a second…what was he just talking about? He shook his head a bit and looked up at…mom, yeah, that was the name for her. She just smiled down “Well? You hungry or what?” She motioned to where he normally sat and Arya nodded, making his way quickly over and sitting as she made the plates for them. Arya just smiled in excitement as he waited, mom’s spaghetti was the best always.

She brought it over, smiling still as she set it down in front of the boy, she looked him over, noting to herself that he looked around 11 or 12 currently. “So honey…how was school?” Arya frowned a bit at that, thinking quietly to himself…how was school? Did he go to school? It all seemed…just a bit fuzzy. He just nodded a bit as he looked at his plate. “It…was fine, not lots to talk about.”

She smiled softly at the boy “Really? Nothing fun happened? Nothing you wanna tell mommy about?” Arya shrugged a bit as he started to nibble on the bread “Jus…I dunno, its kinda a blur of a day…” Draven just nodded as she started to eat, smirking as she saw the sprinkles of magic she put into the food already doing their work, the boy’s regression speeding up just in time for sketti~.

Arya didn’t seem to notice the change though, exactly how Draven set the spells up, just softly smiling at the boy as he shrunk, each year being about a minute at this point. Arya slowly ate, glancing every so often up at mama as she watched him, confused as to why she was staring and…why was the table so high up all the sudden? Arya slowly stood in his seat, causing Draven to chuckle softly at the boy “See honey…I told ya you need your booster seat.”

Arya frowned at that, looking down at himself, seeing his bluey PJ’s on him, what he’d changed into upon getting home from school.  He frowned even more at that, that didn’t seem…right, but as he thought about it he could only think of him being in first grade, it being a long day as they did…something, something about being outside, he’d come home super sleepy and took a nap in his favorite PJs. Arya shook his head a bit and frowned as none of this seemed right…but his memories were right there. 

He just stood there, thinking quietly as he suddenly felt himself lifted for just a second before being sat down in a higher position, looking down and blinking a bit as he saw the booster seat under him now. “There we go, much better, right honey?” Draven said, kissing the boy's head in hopes of clearing up the muddled thoughts of his. Arya felt his head clear a bit, some of that confusion from the day evening out as he thought about…what grade was he in again? Kindergarten? He frowned a bit as mama tapped his hand and he looked at her, she just smiled softly at the boy “Eat up honey, you gotta eat before it gets too cold.” Arya nodded, looking at the sketti in front of him and going to try and eat with a fork, but quickly finding it hard with his little hands. Draven just softly smiled, knowing he’d be reaching the perfect age soon. “Hey honey…do you just wanna use your handsies?”

Arya  hadn’t done that since he was little little…but this fork thing was pretty hard to use…. He thought as Draven smiled a bit “Lets get that shirt off honey...don’t need bluey all messy.” Arya just nodded a bit, lifting his arms up on instinct and not even thinking to try and take his shirt off himself, mommy always did it for him, why would now be any different.

Draven gently slipped the shirt off the boy and smiled down at him, kissing his forehead and making sure to slow down his regression, just enough to where she could enjoy these little years. She gently patted his back “Alright sweetie, dig in, mummy will get you all cleaned up after you’re done, don’t you worry.” Arya nodded and smiled, quickly digging into the sketti, picking it up by the handfuls and putting it into his mouth, this was soooo much easier than that silly fork thing.

Arya ate the absolutely delicious sketti mama made quickly, she always made the best sketti, he didn’t even notice as he ate that he got it all over his face and cheeks. Even if he did though he likely wouldn’t care, after such a long day at preschool, he just wanted to relax! They only let him have a little nap! Not even the big naps like mommy gives him. He ate and looked up to mama who just had her phone out, smiling as she snapped pictures of the freshly regressed little guy.

Arya waved at the camera and smiled big, showing just how messy he already was as Draven gave a soft chuckle “Guess someone’s gonna need a serious bathie tonight, huh?” Arya just giggled a bit as he ate. It was only then that he felt an odd…nagging in his brain, like this wasn’t right, he should be…bigger? Arya slowed his eating before frowning softly, and this was not lost on Draven who frowned with him “What’s wrong pumpkin?” 

Arya looked up at her, looking confused as she just smiled down at him “I…I was…bigger…?” Draven did a surprised gasp, though one Arya wouldn’t be able to pick up on being sarcastic “You were?? How big? Like…a house?” Arya giggled at  that and shook his head “Nuh uh! I…I was as big as you mama!” She looked surprised “You were? Then how’d you get so little and cute?” She said, tickling his tummy.

He giggled and squirmed at that before looking up, confused at the question “I…I dunno” He crossed his arms, confused as to how he got so small. He sat and thought about it before suddenly looking up “Is cause…the cold tingles!” Draven nodded a bit, looking interested much the way you would with any little one telling a story “Oh? The cold tingles?” Arya just nodded and looked up as serious as a three year old could be covered in spaghetti sauce “Yuh huh! Is makin me all little!”

“Well well, that’s no good at all, is it?” Draven asked in a sing song tone, leading to Arya shaking his head. “Nuh uh! Gotta fix it!” He nodded, sure there had to be…some way to make him a big…kid again. Draven chuckled a bit “Honey, there’s nothing to fix, I think you’re just being a silly little boy” Arya looked at her now and frowned “Buh…I gotta…be big” As he looked he noticed something in Mama’s eyes, they were…swirling. 

Arya couldn’t help but stare as Draven just smiled at him, gently petting his head “There we go…see? Isn’t it better to just…relax, be all little, let mama do the thinking?” Arya just nodded slowly, staring as his mouth slowly fell open, too entranced to speak at this point as he stared into the swirling pink mess that was his mama’s eyes. She just kept gently petting him, that soft smile never leaving her face “Yes…you wanna be mama’s baby boy don’t you? Just take a break from being a big boy and just…relax.”

Arya just stared into his mommy’s eyes, not even noticing as he slipped down to around two, nor the sudden bulk between his legs. Draven could only smile as she saw the sudden bulk between his legs as his undies became likely one of her signature dragon luvs. “That’s it…just relax, you’re such a good little boy, such a good baby” She gently petted him as Arya just stared into her eyes, drooling.

Draven gently patted his head, chuckling a bit at the now toddler, covered in sauce and in just a diaper “Now honey, I need some help, are you big, or are you little?” Arya in his hazy mind just stared at her, blinking a bit. Big? Little? He was…big right? But he felt so…little. Arya mumbled out a soft “Big…” as Draven chuckled a bit “You’re big? How exactly are you big sweetie?” Arya slowly shrugged a bit at her question, still entranced as Draven smiled softly “Sweetie…you don’t even use a potty.”

Arya blinked again “I…don’t…?” Draven just smiled at the boy “Nope, not at all, you’re too little, I doubt you even know what a potty is, do you?” Arya thought, and at first it felt like that knowledge was all there…but as mama asked if he did it’s like it slipped right out of his ears. He wasn’t sure what a potty was, not at all, but that left him with another question “Wh…where do I potty..?” Draven smirked a bit at that, it was like he was just leaving himself wide open “Why…where do you think sweetie? Where do all little babies go?” 

Arya didn’t have to think about this, it was like it was the first thing in his mind, softly mumbling as he stared “In…In their diapers” Draven gave a bit of a clap at that “Yes! Good boy! And what are you wearing sweetie?” Again, he didn’t even have to think about this, it’s like he’d known since the weird bulk wrapped itself around his waist “A…diaper” Draven just smiled at him “So…where do you think you go?” 

It’s like Arya could feel the change in his head, nodding slowly as he stared and Draven rubbed his back a bit “Why don’t you then sweetie, we gotta give you a bathie anyway.” Arya looked unsure for the first time as Draven kept gently rubbing “B…But…I’m big.” Draven tsked at that, shaking her head softly “No sweetie, you’re not, you’re my little boy, my baby, and right now, mommy wants you to get all those silly big boy thoughts out.” Arya could only parrot a soft “Get em…out?” Draven nodded “Yep, out, and it’s not as hard as you think sweetie, just give a little push.” Arya looked confused again as he looked at her “Push…?” She nodded again and smiled softly “Yes sweetie, a push, right into your lovely luvs for mama, just push all~ those big boy thoughts right out.” Arya just stared as it all started to click for him, he had to push, push all the big boy thoughts out, just be mama’s good little baby.

Draven watched the boy slowly lean forward, just keeping up the back rubs as she watched and whispered “That’s it…good boy, just push em all out for mama, let that little brain get all empty so mama can give you a changie, a nice bath and then maybe later, even a boobie.” Arya felt his mouth water at the thought of her wonderful milk, softly grunting as he stared, the eye stopped swirling a while ago but he couldn’t help but stare at mama as he softly grunted more.

It was quick, just like mama said as Arya leaned forward, grunting softly as he felt that feeling in his tummy moving down, pushing out into his diaper. As he pushed he felt his brain getting all…empty, like stuff was supposed to be there but..now it was only mama and...how he was a baby. He kept grunting, staring as mama praised him “There we go, such a very good boy, get it all~ out for mama, let all~ those big boy thoughts out.” She said again as Arya felt the weight in his diaper, it gently sagging under him as all he could do is let a soft giggle out at the funny feeling of all that big boy stuff just going right into his padding. 

Draven just watched the boy, smiling as he finished and plopped back into his messy diaper, knowing there wasn’t a lot going on upstairs right now “Such a good boy! Who’s mama’s good boy? You are! You are!” She said, gently tickling the boy’s tummy causing him to break into a fit of giggles and kicked as she gently scooped him up, smiling down at the sweet boy in her arms, one that just an hour ago was a stressed adult dreading tomorrow.

She gently carried the boy to his room, one that was already changed due to her magic. His bed was now a crib for his soon to be infant form, his dresser was now still one somewhat, but had a changing mat on top and was stocked with diapers. Long gone was his TV and games, rather it was now a star projector that played lullabies. She just softly smiled at the boy as she laid him on the changing mat and started to make quick work of untaping and wiping him down.

Arya looked up adoringly at mama as she cleaned him and cooed at him, telling him how cute he was now and how much better it must be. Arya could only suck on his paw as he stared up at her, smiling at her as she gently finished cleaning him before lifting him up and carrying the now one year old to the bathroom. She turned on the warm water and gently set the boy in as it slowly filled. 

Arya giggled as the warm water gently and slowly enveloped him, splashing a bit and wiggling at the warm feelings of the water. Draven smiled, just letting the water come up to about just below his chest line before stopping it and putting some boat toys in for the boy to play with as she grabbed a cup and childrens shampoo.She filled the cup before pouring it over his head, wetting his hair as the boy just giggled and flailed a bit “Nuuuh mama!”

Draven chuckled back “Well someone’s gotta clean this messy little boy, and I know you won’t do it yourself.” She said as she gently started to work the children’s shampoo into the boy's now wet hair. Arya just giggled and splashed as started to play with the toy boats as she gently started to clean him with a wet washcloth, trying to get all the sauce off him while he was distracted with playing. 

Arya didn’t make it easy though as he kept giggling and squirming at her trying to hold him still and wipe him down with the funny feeling cloth. Draven could only smile and shake her head at his antics before pulling her phone out and waving at him which led to a wave back as she took a picture to remember the night. She smiled as she dunked the cup back under the water “Okay sweetie, close those lil eyes of yours.”

Arya nodded and closed his eyes quickly as Draven gently poured water over his head, washing the soapy suds out of his hair and into the awaiting water, causing giggles from the boy again as she did it once more to make sure they were all out. She let him keep playing as she gently cleaned him up a bit more, making sure she got all the sauce before smiling and pulling the plug on the bathtub.

The boy watched the water swirl down the drain as he was lifted out by mama, with a towel in her arms as she made quick work of drying off his hair and body. She ruffled his hair dry and smiled as she kissed his forehead upon the boy poking his head out “Alright, let's get you all diapered and then we’ll relax on the couch before beddy byes, how’s that sound pumpkin?” Arya could only nod, most of the words coming at him way too fast for his now little, empty head to fully comprehend.

She carried him back into his room and laid him on the changing table, quickly sliding a diaper under his bottom, applying powder and taping him up quickly. She nodded at her work, she still had the magic diapering touch, before lifting the boy off the table and looking at her choices for PJ’s for him. She gave a small chuckle as she pulled out a romper with the words “Mommy’s lil Rah” with a little picture of a dragon on it “Perfect for my little boy.” 

She gently slipped it over his head before gently snapping the crotch and nodding at him as he just gently started to suck on his paw again, looking at it. He knew he should know those words, but they were gone now, mama took em away, but that's okay cause he was just a little baby after all. “Alright, time for some Bluey and then nini time for my little boy.” She brought him out to the couch, slowly sitting and stopping the movie that’d been playing since before dinner, pausing it and swapping quickly to Bluey, chuckling as she noticed the little one in her lap start to wiggle and dance as the theme started to play.

“Do you like Bluey baby?” Draven asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from him. Arya nodded quickly and babbled out  a “Wub Bwuey!” as he was already transfixed with the TV. They spent the next thirty or so minutes doing just that, watching Bluey and relaxing, Arya relaxing truly for the first time in a while, though as he laid there, he started to smell a wonderful smell.

He started to look around, wondering if mama had something or lit something, but quickly realized he was much closer to the smell than he thought. He looked back and saw he was right next to her chest, and sure enough, the wonderful smells were coming from her chest. It made his mouth start to drool almost instantly as he stared, something that wasn’t lost as Draven smirked down, the perfect way to get a little one like him asleep.

“Does my little boy want some num nums? Hmm? Does hims want some mama milk?” Draven cooed down as Arya just nodded. She gently undid her shirt before lowering her bra and smiling as her nipple hung in front of the boy’s open mouth. Arya could barely stand it, the wonderful smell was overwhelming his senses as he stared at the wonderful source, and he knew exactly what to do, he was a baby after all.

He latched on quickly, starting to drink and gulp down the wonderful, sweet and almost entrancing milk. He felt it roll down his throat and warm his tummy, causing shivers to run up and down his back as he felt so..loved, so cared for, so close to mama in this moment. Draven just smiled down at the nursing boy, feeling the same closeness as she watched him drink, his eyes slowly shutting as she gently held him, rubbing and patting his bottom as he slowly relaxed more and more into her arms. 

Arya just kept taking mouthful after mouthful, feeling himself grow more and more tired with each gulp as he let his eyelids close, feeling just so safe here, he could easily sleep here. Draven watched as that’s exactly what happened, the gulping slowly stopped as he slowly drifted off to sleep. She just smiled softly, holding the boy still, letting him rest as she knew the spell wouldn’t last for more than a few days at most, but for these few days she had her little boy, and he had her, and that’s all that mattered in the end, was a mama and her baby.

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After searching for forever, I finally found a BIG list of diaper-related hypno! Check it out and let me know which ones are your favorite and I'll add them to my playlist.

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do you really watch all diaper hypno? even this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z512F1Zyun0

Of course i do silly! I am just a baby after all