willowdiaper

[willowdiaper]

^u^ a personal message to all the folks who followed my completely ordinary guide to help you pee your pampies.

:3 i wanted to reward all the folks who read it with something special. if you did, this is for you!

;3 and if ya didnt, go read that first please~

HYPNO NAPTIME

UwU helloooooo little ones~

;3 so, i helped you pee your pampies~ well, wouldnt it be nice if we took that even further?

UwU i wont force you, hypnosis doesnt give me THAT amount of power.

but if my funny little pink words make diaper training sound fun, why not give it a shot?

UwU wouldnt it be wonderful to just throw away your potty training?

;3 if the answer is yes, come to my dms for some personal training from Big Sis Luna.

UwU oh, and just for fun, cuz life is funner with suprises-

you wont remember reading any of this.

because you must remember to forget, you must forget to remember. you must remember to forget, you must forget to remember.

;3 see you soon~

3, 2, 1, WAKE

[willowdiaper]

You know what I think diapered tgirls don't deserve?

Stamina.

We should be making cutesy little cummies in our pampers if a CG so much as looks too hard at us, constantly whining and squirming as we have three different kinds of accidents in the thick, crinkly diaps we're addicted to, not trying to please our partners with our useless little girl-cocks.

I mean, seriously, why would we need to last a long time? For sex? Don't make me laugh, pants-packing transfems don't get to have sex like that, penetration is for grown-ups, and potty training failures clearly aren't grown-up (and never will be)

And sure, denial is a classic, well known for its effectiveness in reducing the notoriously weak-willed, chronically masturbating padded tgirl into desperate, pliable submission, but I'd submit to you that turning your beloved little stinker into a premature ejaculator is an even better method of control!

Firstly, what's more babyish than being completely unable to control a basic bodily function adults take for granted?

And second, can you imagine the thrill of reducing your sub to cringing, incoherent mess, begging you for a change, just by flashing some skin or groping them? By breaking their brains and teensy little cocks, you're making them deeply and irreversibly dependent. A quickshot little diaperslut will only ever attract dominants, so there's no escaping their submission, ever, and they'll be sure to stick close to you at all times, frantic for changies and protection from the big, scary, sexy adults that can reduce them to a snivelling, spasming, sticky little toddler with the barest hint of cleavage or a muscled arm.

Plus, with enough practice, you can make your overgrown pathetic Betsy Wetsy doll make handsfree cummies through a cute little chastity cage, because of course, diaper girls don't need erections.

[willowdiaper]

Concept: Diaper hypnosis that very slowly corrupts someone. It starts by making them bladder-shy, gradually limiting when and where they can use the toilet. Inevitably this leads to them wetting themselves. After they start to wet themselves it starts to take away their bladder control until they need pullups full-time. After that it starts to work on their bowel control until they need diapers full-time. After that it starts to give them a gradually intensifying diaper kink until they're experiencing spontaneous orgasms from their situation, which fortunately doesn't require much cleanup because they're already padded anyway

[willowdiaper]

"I am the Pretty Guardian, who fights for Love and for Justice! I am Sailor Moon! And now in the name of the Moon, I'll punish you!"

[willowdiaper]

Ok edged about it.

10 likes and I'll wear a diaper under my pjs to bed tonight 🙈

[willowdiaper]

This was your chance. After weeks spent trapped in Papa's basement nursery, spent being slowly conditioned to become his perfect baby doll, he was finally taking you out of the house.

Strapped in a stroller in a distressingly wet and messy diaper, Papa had decided it was finally time for a walk to 'show you off to the neighbors.'

It didn't take long before you came across your first potential saviors, a pair of old women on their morning walk. You waived at them desperately from where you sat restrained, trying futily to cry for help behind your paci-gag.

"Oh, you're excited to see me, cutie? Yes you are!" One of the old women moaned as she bent down and pinched your cheek, "You caught a real talker here!"

Papa just smiled and talked to his neighbors about you as if you weren't there. The whole time, you struggled to try and get out words.

Unfortunately, as you attempted to get your plight recognized by the seemingly kind old ladies, the worst case scenario occurred.

Your nerves and Papa's conditioning, plus the large bowl of oatmeal he fed you this morning, conspired against you. You pushed a monster load of mush into the back of your diaper, causing a horrid smell.

Not one to be easily deterred, you continued your attempt to be recognized by the old women until, finally, one of them bends down and unties your gag.

"You gotsa helps me. I notta baby!" You lisp out frantically, your tongue atrophied after says spent compressed by the rubber nipple of your paci.

The woman leans in close, presses her palm to the front of your diaper, and speaks to you condescendingly.

"Sweetie, this icky diaper says something very different. Now, stop complaining. You've got a very nice Papa, but when I babysit you next week, we'll have to have a discussion about what happens to naughty babies who think they are bigger than they actually are."

Your face flushes and you involuntarily release a hot stream of urine into your diaper as the truth hits you. There is no escape. You're fated to forever be nothing more than Papa's pathetic little baby.

[willowdiaper]

:3 you know, its not hard to give up on potty training. not if you have a decent diaper stockpile and some dedication.

oh sure, it can be hard to work up the nerve to wet yourself, but you CAN learn.

:P sure, your body will always have a sense of WHEN you need to go, but with time your body CAN learn to just notice the feeling and let it out. no resistance.

but... maybe you need some encouragement?

^u^ well hey, i know some relaxation techniques that could help.

so put on a diaper if ya got one. ;3 or, if you dare, go without and be a puddle pants. no one will know, hehe.

oh? you clicked? UwU well done! it takes courage to reach for what we want sometimes.

were you expecting the rug to be pulled out from under you? no no. :3 i was serious. AM serious. its my intention to make you wet yourself.

and, since you're reading of your own volition, thats consent for me to try this with you.

:P you can back out any time, no one is forcing you. UwU tho maybe you're the type to wanna be forced? well, either way, you're here.

so, while i have your attention, get nice and comfy. we'll be here for a bit.

:3 get in a cozy position, bed or chair it doesnt matter, and let yourself relax so you can read comfortably.

this all starts with a basic breathing exercise.

following along with me. just breathe in.

and breathe out.

breathe in.

breathe out.

steady and deep, in a cozy rhythm.

in and out.

in and out.

and with every breath in, you let in a soothing sensation that soaks into your body from within.

and with every breath out, you release unwanted tension.

so every breath in soothes your body, letting you sink just that much more into the cushions.

and every breath out sends alllll the anxieties and worries away.

its like a cycle, you see.

because every breath in soothes you.

and every breath out removes the stuff that hinders relaxation.

so you breathe in and relax more.

so you breathe out and its easier to relax.

so you relax more, so you unwind more, so you relax more, so you unwind more.

and on and on it goes.

an endless cycle guiding you to relax further and further.

and the feeling soaks deeper and deeper into you.

that's it, you're doing very well.

so focussed, so eager, such a good listener.

this method is very simple you know.

all it takes is following along with what i say.

its guided meditation, my words helping you to sink deeper into this lovely feeling.

already your muscles are beginning to relax. and no, silly, i dont mean the ones in your bladder. i meant in your body and limbs on those cozy cushions you're resting on.

like sinking deeper into your pillow during a cozy sleep, your body sinks into those cushions as every fiber of muscle begins to let go of its tension.

you relax more and more, as your body goes slack.

its not exactly like falling asleep, no, more like... letting go of worry. like sitting on a couch with no concerns to bog you down.

getting so comfortable you simply feel no need to move. not beyond the necessary movements to follow my words.

some parts of you may become still as a statue, as if the signals to move about simply cease to travel there. after all, you're just relaxing. you dont need to strain yourself. you can just do the bare minimum.

all your focus is on my words, because thats all you need to worry about.

like getting lost in a good book, you give all your attention to what i've written. immersed in whats being told to you.

nothing else matters, not here. not now. in this place, you only need to continue reading.

and the more you focus on this. the less brain power is needed for anything else.

as your mind lets go of other thoughts, you may feel a haze in the back of your mind, like tv static. no thoughts to be heard. and thats okay.

that just means the meditation is working.

it just means you're doing a good job listening to my words.

by now you may, on some level, know whats happening to you.

this isnt just meditation. i mean, it IS that, yes. but its also something more.

this is hypnosis.

hypnosis? is that stuff even real? it seems like the kind of thing for cartoons more than anything.

and yes, it is. and yes. you are being hypnotized.

you might think thats silly. hypnosis? you cant be hypnotized, can you?

well, sure you can. most people can.

its easiest to do when you are trusting, open minded, and adventurous.

and come to think of it... you've already proven to be all of those things.

you trusted me enough to participate.

you did as instructed without hesitation, open to the idea this could work.

and you came here knowing that i want to assist you in abandoning potty training, or at least wetting yourself. that is very adventurous.

and so you meet all the standards. you CAN be hypnotized.

and you're already so close... the haze is growing by the second.

more and more you are losing yourself in this feeling.

you dont want it to stop.

of course you dont.

because you're still here. still listening to me.

you want this.

you need this.

youDROP

sinking more and more and more

further further yet further

into the deep deep depths.

sinking so far down

ready to listen

ready to obey

ready to listen and obey

you made it this far, you should be rewarded.

how about a special phrase to make hypnosis even easier?

a simple set of magic words. they will only work if said by someone you trust. these words will hypnotize you instantly. but you may wake yourself any time if you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

the words are: Hypno Naptime

when someone you trust says the words Hypno Naptime, you will instantly enter trance.

and if you trust them, if what they command appeals to you, you will obey.

now, you wanted to wet yourself. right?

well, its almost time to let go.

now, i am going to offer you a choice.

it is a choice of just how powerful this command will be.

will you simply wet yourself and be done?

or, if you want, will you piss away your own bladder control?

if you do, wetting will be like signing your own personal contract.

a deal to surrender control, such that holding it in is made even harder.

after all, if thats what you want, why resist?

if thats what you want, it might be fun to lack control. to pee when you need to.

or, maybe you will simply pee. with no added conditions.

this is your choice to make.

when you pee, will the game end there? or will you surrender control?

i guess we'll soon see which you decide.

i'm going to count down from 10

and when i reach 0, you will wet yourself.

and when you wet yourself, you will wake up.

from there, wether the effects continue to stick will be up to your inner most desires.

but either way, you will wet yourself when i hit 0.

and so, we begin the countdown to this conclusion.

10

feeling a small sensation in your bladder

9

this feeling grows more and more

8

you know where this leads

7

wanting this more and more

6

soon you will pee

5

thats exactly what you wanted

4

more than halfway there

3

tension growing

2

the need is unbearable

1

you are ready

0

piss yourself now

...

:3 and now we're back.

^u^ did i do well? i know YOU did!

X3 im eager to hear what you have to say.

;3 thank you for joining me, little one.

[willowdiaper]

I think I made a logo for my blog ;)

[willowdiaper]

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[willowdiaper]

it is a CRIME that i'm not being taken home from a bar by a woman 10 years older than me who slipped sedatives into my drink, convincing me i just had one too many. she suggests i have some water to help me sober up, drugging me even more and leaving me even more sleepy and detached from reality.

she sits me down in a chair that is conspicuously covered with a plastic protector. as she planned, i begin to wet myself, soiling my pretty dress and leaking all over the floor. i'm too gone at this point to even form words. i just whimper and drop my water. she gently leads me by my wrist to a mat on the floor, where she gently strokes my belly and comforts me, telling me everything will be okay. she removes my wet clothes and lifts up my bottom to place a soft, pink diaper underneath. i'm too intoxicated to even think about protesting as she tapes me up, pats my padded princess parts, and sits me up to pull a babyish purple shirt with a yellow flower print on the front over my head.

she lifts me up and takes me to the couch, laying me across her lap, unbuttoning her shirt, and placing her breast in my mouth. all of my fears and troubles melt away. i don't even question it, beginning to drinking her sweet milk out of pure instinct as she gently rubs the front of my diaper. my new captor... protector? kidnapper? my new mama is becoming my sole source of comfort in my dizzy haze. i begin to doze off while still suckling. once my belly is full, she sits me up, slipping a pacifier into my mouth and guiding me to my feet. i'm too drugged to maintain coordination, and she giggles at my wobbly balance and leads me to a room at the end of the hall. i'm so sleepy that i can't care that it's decorated like a nursery, changing table and all. i just want to lay down. my mind has no other thoughts. she sits me down on an oversized crib, lifts up my hair and straps a collar around my neck. "doesn't that feel so nice, baby?" her words are like silk caressing my mind. i nod, drooling on myself and unable to form a coherent thought.

she clips a chain from my collar onto the crib, hands me a plushie, and raises the bars on the crib, locking them into place and leaving me completely imprisoned. "sweet dreams, mommy's new little baby. you're mine forever now." i stare at her blankly, my mind too sleepy and intoxicated to panic or feel anything other than soft serenity as i suckle on my pacifier.

i hold my teddy bear close to my chest and slowly fall asleep, completely unaware of my new situation.

[willowdiaper]

a few years ago I’d feel so womanly and grown up, almost powerful, when i was on my period. Now, like this week, i can’t help but associate any kind of padding, even period pads, with being a tiny little one who can’t do much for herself… m constantly walking around and ignoring my potty needs cause i keep forgetting that m not actually in a pullup…

um.. jus wanted to share ><

i hope ur havin a good day mister paci!

Oh, cutie, thank you so much for sharing!

Mr. Paci finds it adorable how what should be a sign of what a strong, mature woman you are, makes you feel like the tiniest of little girls!

Mr. Paci has some concerns reading your little confession though! Walking around in nothing but a big girl pad sounds dangerous for your poor little pants.

If you confuse a pad with your pullies, you are flirting with disaster, little one. It's only a matter of time before you let loose and ruin those same big girl panties that make you feel so powerful and womanly.

If Mr. Paci had his way, you'd be waddling around in your Minnie Mouse pull-ups whenever your so-called 'womanly' time of the month popped up.

A wearing wet pull-up is so much less embarrassing than wearing wet pants, after all.

[willowdiaper]

I love when mutuals reblog "mutuals can make out with me" "mutuals can dirty things to me". I'm sorry to tell you this, you're my mutual so you're only getting a paci, a diaper, and a kiss on the head.

[willowdiaper]

i wonder if the creepy man who just whistled at me and yelled "let me see what's under that dress" would've still said it if he knew the answer was a pissed diaper

[willowdiaper]

oh this? it’s my diaper ^_^ yea, of course fairies wear diapers!! yea not everyone knows this but since we are timeless and ageless beings we don’t bother with silly human conventions like potty training :p no im not a baby, i just told you, i’m ageless! c: NOOO i’m not a grown-up either!!! im a fairy princess and we r just like this!!! >_< NO, I DONT NEED TO BE CHECKED!! hmph >:c just because i share a few traits with your silly extra small humans doesn’t mean u can treat me like i am one!!! i don’t care HOW cute i am, i am far more intelligent and—HEY PUT ME DOWN !!! ˖ ࣪⊹ >_< ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[willowdiaper]

you know cuties, being almost 5' tall means every once in a while, Miss E's wittle charges are bigger than her!

now, don't let the silly thought of just cuz i'm this cute, bubbly girl that i'll let you do what you want, just because you're tall?

i love tall babies.

the taller the better! i promise, if you think i'm that pretty for you up there, just wait til you're looking up at me!

Miss E has an extra special rule for bad littles over 6': they aren't allowed to be taller than me the whole time i'm in charge! that's right! on your hands and knees allll day!

if i even catch you standing once, i'll walk right up to you, looking up your body into your eyes. i'll put a dainty finger on your chest, and push. i'll push you right up against the wall.

i'm so little, tiny. but you can't do anything, i've got you wrapped around that same finger.

i'd grab you by your shirt and pull you down, down to the floor until you're on your knees in front of me. without breaking eye contact, Miss E would have you collared and leashed as her little pet the rest of the night.

this is a post written for a typically big strong mama, but little ol' Miss E got her feeling a little blushy! @boombgoestheboobies2

[willowdiaper]

:3 storytime! got a fun tale for my AB/DL siblings out there

so, i'm trans. or, WE are? still unsure on that, but i feel like i might be a system. anywho, we been on estrogen for a good many years now.

and e is great! makes my skin softer, my hair as well, helps bring my emotions to the surface, and it made me shorter too!

:( buuuuuuut it makes my princess parts basically worthless...

which is fine, imma nullo, im gonna get rid of them someday in favor of smoothness anyway (and plus you can still cum without... those. so thats a plus)

XD but boy howdy does it make intimacy hard.

now, i should specify long distance. im currently living with my boyfriend, buuuuut he too Ace and Vanilla to engage in what i like.

:3 luckily im poly, and so my girlfriend, who will prolly join me up here this year, is willing to have some fun over voice chat.

X3 so we get to some fun mind bending hypnosis fetish stuff. legit of course! cuz im a hypnotist and i dont do half measures.

XD but while turning me into a pamper packing skunkfurry IS hawt (and if i do have altera i know one in specific who LOVES it), and the fact she was willing to join me in being dumbed down is especially hawt, iiiiiiiiiit wasnt enough.

;n; my buzzy wand dies, and i gotta resort to hands, which sucks cuz i really dont like touchin those bits, but a they's gotta do what a she's gotta do.

so i beg her ;n; "pleaaaaaaase help, these worthless parts cant get off, i need to be teased!"

and then she begins saying the greatest things ive heard in my life.

"dont worry, its okay you're parts are worthless. they're gonna be trapped in diapees anyway!"

INSTANT BONER

"your parts arent yours anyway, they belong to your diapees! they're trapped in your diapees-"

then she says something that simply cant be topped.

"your parts are MARRIED to your diapees."

the rush of humiliation hits me like a freight train. it suddenly hits me just how much i HATE my genitals, how much they belong locked in diapers.

i never wanna have legit sex, i cant, the thought of penetration grosses me out like nothing else.

but thats okay, i never wanted that privilege. thats what my diapees are for.

she keeps going like this. "stuck in diapees. belong to diapees. trapped in diapees. married to diapees."

i tell her to keep repeating that, none of the other ageplay stuff even matters to me. pacifiers and mittens and cribs are boring. but being TRAPPED in diapees, my parts locked away from myself and the world, THAT is what i want.

she begins repeating it like a mantra. i rub myself over, my dumb estrogen filled worthless stupid girlcXck is numb to everything, its like im not even touching it. but it doesnt matter, the pleasure of being told im never gonna see it again, the thrill of locking it behind diapees where it can NEVER be rendered unvirgin is the single hawtest thing ever. the pleasure builds up like a force inside, the rubbing at this point is mostly for show, just a dumb mandatory action to help it finish, the REAL pleasure is knowing that this thing is worthless to me. i will NEVER let it out of my diapees. and when given the chance i WILL have it cut off by a surgeon. im gonna be a ken doll for life~

love diapees, stuck in diapees, trapped in diapees, lock them away, worthless parts, my parts are MARRIED to my diapees.

i cum harder than i have in months

and i profess my love to my gf, its over for her, we're married now. she's done it, she's found the ultimate pleasure for me.

she gets me, she understands me, she knows what i want. NOBODY can harness my exact fantasies the way SHE can.

i tell her there's no escape, she's mine for life. no one can replace her, nothing can make me leave, no one else can do what she can do. and so she will NEVER be left behind by me.

:P i dont believe in actual legal marriage, that shit would take away my disabled benefits anyway, or make them worse anyhow.

but i dont need some dumb piece of paper to tell me that im married to her, i dont even need a ring. because the moments we share are more intimate and special than ANY ritual "the man" can perform for us.

UwU so yeah, she mine now. we poly so if she finds someone she wants to play with also, she can. sharing is caring after all.

>:3 but i own her mind body and soul. nobody else gets to own her the way i do.

:3 oh and i told her all of this and she melted into a puddle before my eyes, crying happy tears and shivering with delight as i professed my deepest loves and promised that i would fulfil her every kinky fantasy.

at this point she could ask anything of me. i'll cater to her needs. even if im not into it, even if the kink disgusts me, she can consider it done. i'll do it for her. i'll do ANYTHING for her.

...

X3 anyway im gonna research where to get this dumb princess part set removed, cuz ya gurl needs to be kitbashed so hard.

[willowdiaper]

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?