Mommy's Hypnosis 1 & 2

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1

Oh-ho look at you! Look at the little baby! Oh my god it’s really working on you. Your eyes look so floaty. You can’t seem to focus on anything. That hypnosis is really doing a number on your brain, huh? You’re getting so silly willy, aren’t you, Baby? Yes, you are! Who’s turning into a big dumb baby?

You told me that you could handle any regression hypnosis I could throw at you. You are, after all, a self-proclaimed “Expert” in AB/DL hypnosis. You’ve been dabbling in it ever since you were young. You were nervous, at first to jump in headfirst. So, you started out small. Only listening to files that gently wafted you into little space. No covert hidden effects. You weren’t trying to wreck your potty training yet. It was just something for you to play around with. It’s fun to get drunk or high and listen to a woman tell you how babyish you are. This couldn’t cause any harm to your little mushy baby brain, right?

You haven’t realized how babyish you’ve been getting in your everyday life. Listening to that much regression hypnosis takes a mental toll on you. It’s like you were willingly pushing your IQ down to that of a dumb toddler. I started noticing it rather quickly. Instead of drinking your morning glass of water, you started pouring yourself a tall glass of milk, which of course needed two hands to hold! You didn’t want to keep spilling all over yourself.

Then I started noticing it in your grocery shopping. Instead of buying your normal fruits and vegetables, that slowly became boxes of chicken nuggets and Mac & Cheese. “It’s a little treat.” You told me. But is it a ‘little treat’ when it’s all you eat now? Seriously. Have you even realized that your diet has devolved into pudding, nuggets with ketchup, and enough cheesy gooey Mac & Cheese to feed a family?! You’ve even stopped making it for yourself. After you left that pot of pasta on for 45 minutes because you “spa-spa-spaced.” You didn’t have to lie to me. We both know you really just forgot how to cook. I saw you staring at the boiling pot, a look of complete confusion across your face. I don’t know what was harder. Your brain trying to figure out how to cook it’s own food, or trying to hold in my laughter from across the room. God that was hilarious.

You can’t focus on a thing. Look at you, your pupils keep floating around me. What is it baby? Are letters and words floating by like weird symbols? Or do you see something? Huh? Maybe you’re see looking at how big your Mommy’s boobies are? Yeah? I bet you’re imagining me as some big tittied brunet. You must be. It’s always been ‘your type.’ That’s okay baby. You can imagine your Mommy to be whatever you want. It’s the only thing you can control now because you sure as hell can’t keep your pants dry.

You heard me. What? You didn’t notice the warm squishy diaper around your waist? You’ve been pissing yourself this whole time. You seriously didn’t know? HA! What did I tell you!? I tried showing you the packs of diapers you wet through the past week. We’re up to what? A new diaper every hour? I can’t believe it either. I’ve tried feeding you less apple juice, but you either cry for it, or just end up soaking your pampers anyways. So, what’s the point? You’re Mommy’s little fountain regardless.

Come on baby. Try to stay with me here. I know I’ve said a lot of dumb boring grown up words. Would it be better if I talked to you in baby talk? Yeah? Is my widdle baybee boy gewttin awll dummy wummy for his Mommy? Aww, look at your face! Do you even realize you’re doing that? Let me re-create it for you….. ‘Durrr…. Me dumby baby. I poopy in my diapiees!’

Finish that mess, Baby, and maybe I’ll change you in an hour. I don’t know, we might have to start conserving your diapers. You’re just going through too many of them. Get used that warm squishy mess in your diaper, Baby. It’s becoming your everyday underwear anyways. My little dumb baby boy sitting in his mushy wet pampers. All day every-day. Look at that drooly smile on your face. This is exactly what you want, isn’t it? Aww well, let’s get you hooked up to some more hypnosis then! We need to scrub every bit of adulthood from that silly brain of yours. Come on, craw a little faster, Mommy knows you can

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2

“I need to…. Need to…” Amber whispered to herself. She knew something wasn’t right. Something had gone wrong. Where was she? What was going on? There were so many questions floating aimlessly through Amber’s head. They were difficult to focus on. They were like weights too heavy to hold. They’d stabilize in her mind for a split second before dropping down into the depths of confused baby dribble.

“I… I-na.. Nanmama…” Amber began babbling to herself. The part of her brain that controlled spoken word failed again. It was a common occurrence for her now-a-days. She wasn’t always like this though, especially before walking into your house.

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“Hello? Are you there? You haven’t ben answering your phone! I just wanted to double check you were okay. Can I come in?” Amber yelled from behind the door. Her hand jostled the knob to see if it were locked. To her surprise, the knob turned. She used her weight to push the door open.

“Oh my…. God…” Amber whispered to herself in shock. Her jaw slacked, and her eyes flung open. Whatever she was expecting to see behind the door, this was the last scenario on the list. Amber watched in awe as you crawled aimlessly around the carpet. A thick droopy diaper hung between your waist as you swayed side to side.

“Oh!” Mommy said in surprise, her surprised expression melting into a devious grin. “I didn’t know we had a play date scheduled for today! Come on in, little one. Did your Mommy send you over with a diaper on? Or would you like me to change you into one of his?” Mommy said, as she began pulling out her phone. Her fingers pressed into the screen. Amber couldn’t find the words to respond, her mind was moving a million miles a minute.

“I… Who are… What the FUCK is going on here?!?!” Amber yelled, pointing down at you on the floor. Your regressed mind registered the fact someone was talking about you. It made you stop in your tracks, sit in your mushy mess, and gurgle a happy smile.

“What are you talking about? The fact he needs a change? What’s wrong with that? Do you need one too?” Mommy said, she got up from the couch and began walking toward Amber. She flipped the phone in her hand so Amber could see the screen. A bright colored spiral spun inside the phone. A dull sound emanated from the speakers. Amber couldn’t tell what it was at first, but as Mommy got closer, she could sense it was a soft lullaby.

“Get… Get away from me! …. Getta…” Amber said, feeling her eyes zone in on the screen. Her mind was screaming at her to run away. She tried pulling her eyes away from the spirals, but her feet felt glued to the floor. The harder she tried to resist, the easier it was to let the spirals dance in her mind.

“Good girl. Look at that drool! You’re already enjoying this. It’s so much fun taking care of one diaper filler, why not have two? That way you two can play together forever!” Mommy said, walking up toward Amber. She gently guided the girl down onto the floor.

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“I needa…nana…” Amber gurgled, her brain working as hard as it could to figure out what she needed. It was something urgent, something that needed to happen right now.

“Dah!” Amber squealed, feeling her onesie clumsily pop open, revealing her completely soaked diaper. “Changiess!!” Amber yelled out to the ceiling. That was it! That’s all she needed to take care of. She needed a new diaper from Mommy!

Her head lazily fell to the right to see you laying right next to her on your own changing pad. Yep. Amber had hit the nail on the head. What she, and you, both desperately needed was a change. Your Mommy was happy to fix that problem for both of you. Now and forever. Feeling content, Amber let her mind sink back into the infantile nursery that had become her mind.