Good Baby (Tumblr Original)

“Aww, such a sweet little baby!” “She’s only gotten cuter since last time, Monica…” “How do you ever do it? My little is always so bratty.” “Wow, she’s so freakin’ adorable!”

I smile absently, only half-listening to the high, feminine voices of my aunties swirling around me. Mommy has put me, safe and sound, in my bouncer, and all is well. I’m suspended from the ceiling of this great big play area, and as my chubby, now-hairless legs kick aimlessly at the floor beneath me I giggle behind my paci. Funny floor, teasing me like that! My arms wave merrily as I focus on trying to bounce harder, to kick at the floor just a bit harder…

“Oh, she’s really quite easy to handle. She’s naturally very calm, and of course I make sure she watches her special shows every morning and listens to her special lullabies every night. With that much training, it really is impossible for her NOT to regress into a sweet little diaper baby…”

The laughter of all the women congregated around me is infectious, and I bounce harder in excitement. An infantile burp escapes me, and I wiggle delightedly as a cool trickle of drool slips down my chin under my paci. Up, down, kick. Up down, kick, kick! They are laughing, Mommy - it must mean I’m doing good! Bounce, bounce, bounce!

“Well, then, why don’t I show you how much she adores her special show, ladies? I bet you’d love to see just how much she settles down when she’s watching! Candace, bring over my laptop and those headphones, will you?”

As the excited chatter continues around me, I see a screen being propped up in front of my nearsighted eyes. Bounce, bounce. Pretty auntie is smiling at me, waving at me, laughing as she ruffles my hair and clamps something soft and tight over my ears. I suck on my paci harder as the noise of their voices slips abruptly away… Bounce, bounce. Wait, what? Oh, pretty! Pretty swirlies, screen so pretty! I stare at the amazing screen as a tinkle of oh-so-familiar music envelops me… Pretty, so pretty…

Mommy and my aunties are gone, forgotten like my discarded toys, chased out of my vacant little head as the swirls and the sweet voices and music cascade over me. The nice voice is telling me to watch, to relax, to let go… and I do. Of course I do. I always obey the voice. I always obey. That’s what a good baby does… The pretty swirls are still now, no longer bouncing. Good. Nice voice. Pretty music. Pretty swirlies…

Oh, such a nice warm feeling between my legs, so nice and wet and warm… Swirlies… They’re everywhere I look, so nice and warm and pretty… And the voice is so happy, tells me to forget everything, that I am just a sweet, innocent little baby… I feel a little warm tingling down there between my legs, where Mommy keeps that funny little toy hidden away deep in my soft, fluffy diapies. No matter. The swirlies are everything, everywhere, and the music fills my head. The voice tells me to relax, and I do… And as I feel a sudden muffled rush of warm mush mushrooming softly beneath me into the seat of my diaper, I smile vacantly… Good baby obeys… Good baby…

“Oh my goodness, she’s completely out of it!” “Damn, Monica - that silly little stinker of yours just filled her pants, from the sound of it…” “Wow, and some folks still say hypnosis is bullshit, huh?” “Hey, Monica, can you send me that file? I wanna try it on my Betsy…”

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Monica smiles serenely amid the surprised exclamations of her fellow kinksters. She has a good baby indeed, a very good little baby. The hypnosis has seen to that. That is reward itself, of course - but then again, it’s also so much fun to show off her handiwork to others…