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“He’s still struggling?”
“Not for much longer. He’s still in there, somewhere, but he’s dropping deeper and deeper.”
“But the restraints?”
“He can still feel them, not that they’re needed to keep him obedient. It’s for the sensation of being trapped–it helps synchronize his physical state with his mind.”
“Can he hear us?”
“Why don’t we find out–Charlie? Can you hear me?”
Charlie, hearing his name, tries to react–to respond–but the sound playing in his ears pushes him back down. He starts to stand, but stops, as an impulse grabs him, and the last of his control vanished.
“And there we go–he’s spent the last of his strength; his mind is bottomed out. There’s nowhere deeper for him to go.”
Cheeks flushing, Charlie recognizes what’s about to happen, but cannot stop it. In sync with the hypnosis pulsing through his brain, he begins to push, filling his diaper obediently. With every push, his thoughts grow more distant, until, as his diaper fully bulges out with smelly muck, his final grown up thoughts vanish. Giggling and drooling, he sits back down, his weight spreading the mush inside his diaper.
“There we go, he’s all done. I’ll let him enjoy that a little more, then get him introduced to the others.”