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"Would it make you feel better if you sat on my cock?" she asks.

You give her a pitiful look and nod wordlessly. Her cock makes a slick sound as she leans back in her favorite chair and makes it emerge, hard and glistening just for you. Throwing your clothes off, you straddle her lap and ease yourself down onto it, drawing a long, satisfied sigh. Nothing helps you relax like sitting on her cock. It lets you switch your brain off and focus on the comforting pressure of her inside you. You suspect the mucus that coats her cock must have some sort of special hormone in it that makes you pliant and happy, although she's never confirmed it. It makes you feel the same way when you suck her off. You could almost get drunk off it if you sucked her long enough.

For a while, you just sit there, keeping her cock warm and resting your head on her shoulder while she holds you secure against her body. She runs her hands across your back, further loosening you up. As nice as it feels to just sit there and let her turn you into a wad of putty, you inevitably start to get restless. You shift your hips just a little bit for some friction and gasp into the crook of her neck.

"Do you want to finish?" she asks. Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't.

"Yes, please," you whisper.

"Take whatever you need, sweetheart," she says, giving your thighs a squeeze.

You lean back and ride her for a while, but your legs quickly grow tired, so she grabs you by the hips and bounces you on her cock until you're crying out and trembling in her arms.

A) want a plant inside you

B) want to be inside a plant

C) want a girl inside you

D) want garlic bread inside you

E) all of the above in that order

1. Want to get pegged by a 9-15 foot tall plant women

2. Your Flort looks REALLY cute right now

Or

3. You could absolutely DEVOUR some garlic bread right now

He used to fight it. He used to squirm, whine, and insist that diapers were "yucky"—that he wasn’t really a little boy. But now? Oh, now he’s nothing but soft, helpless putty in your hands.

The proof is right there, written all over his blushing face, in the way his body responds without him even meaning to. That thick, crinkly diaper that he once hated? Now it’s the only thing he wears, wrapped snug around his waist, and instead of pouting, he’s squirming for an entirely different reason.

You coo at him, trailing a finger along the waistband of his diaper, just enough to make him shiver. “Such a fussy little thing,” you tease, watching as he wriggles, his mittened hands balling into useless fists. “What’s the matter, baby? You used to hate your diapers, but now look at you…”

His cheeks are practically glowing pink, his lips wrapped around his paci as he sucks faster, like it’ll somehow distract from what’s happening. But it won’t. Nothing will. Not when his body gives him away so easily.

You press a gentle hand against the front of his diaper, just enough to make him whimper. “Ohhh… is that what I think it is?” you croon, grinning when he squeaks and tries to turn his head away. “Such a silly little boy… getting all excited in your thick, babyish diapers.”

He whines behind his paci, his hips shifting instinctively, but there’s nothing he can do. The bulky padding keeps him right where he belongs—helpless, needy, and completely at your mercy.

And then, just when he’s worked up, just when he’s practically trembling, waiting for whatever comes next… you pull away.

“Aww, poor baby,” you giggle, standing up and ruffling his hair. “But Mommy has things to do. Be good while I’m gone, okay?”

His eyes go wide, his little muffled protest coming out as nothing more than a whimper. He squirms, his diaper crinkling, but there’s no escape. No relief. Just frustration.

You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before whispering, “Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll take care of my squirmy baby later.”

And with that, you’re gone, leaving him blushing, crinkling, and absolutely desperate.

Boys are messy creatures. From their sticky fingers to their questionable aim in the bathroom, boys have never been good at keeping things clean. A diaper just simplifies the whole process—no more "oops, I missed" or "it was just an accident!"

Moms and girlfriends are already cleaning up after them. Ever noticed how boys conveniently “forget” how to do laundry, dishes, or pick up their own socks? They already expect someone else to handle their messes—diapers just make it official!

They think farting is funny. So let’s see how they like a full diaper. Boys love to giggle about their own gas, but let’s see how funny it is when there’s more than just air in their diaper. Oh, what's that? Suddenly it's "not so funny"? Thought so!

They have the attention span of a goldfish. Oh, look! A ball! A car! A flashing light! Boys get so distracted by the simplest things—who has time to actually remember to use the potty when there are way more important things to focus on? Best to keep them safely diapered so they don’t make a mess when they inevitably forget.

They have NO shame. Boys will scratch, burp, and do all sorts of gross things in public without a second thought. If they have no problem acting like babies in front of everyone, why not dress them like one too?

They never know when to stop playing. Boys will run around, roughhouse, and completely ignore their obvious potty signals until—oopsie! Too late! Rather than trusting them with big boy underwear (as if!), it’s just safer to keep them padded so they can go whenever they inevitably lose track of time.

They’re so lazy. Let’s be honest, even if a boy could make it to the potty, would he really want to? Getting up, stopping what he's doing, actually aiming—so much effort! It's just easier to let him go in his diaper like the helpless little thing he is.

They still act like babies, so they might as well wear what babies wear. Boys whine when they don’t get their way, throw tantrums over the smallest things, and sulk when they lose. If they’re going to act like fussy little toddlers, they should be dressed like one too—diapers included!

They hate being told what to do. Which makes it even more fun! The best part? They’ll huff and puff, but there’s nothing they can do about it. They can squirm all they want—at the end of the day, they’ll still be right where they belong: safely diapered.

Deep down, they know they belong in diapers. At the end of the day, all their silly protests and puffed-up bravado don’t change the truth—boys just aren’t meant for potty training. They’re much better off being padded, protected, and properly taken care of. And while that will never change, their diapers certainly will—again and again and again

they're so susceptible that it doesn't take long to put into effect. one loud snap of my fingers and the adorable frigid thing becomes a greedy whore begging to be used.

all inhibitions slip from their pretty little head. their clothes are itchy so they have to pull them off. standing feels unnatural so they fall to their knees. they're burning up with this throbbing heat, so they have to lean forward and present themselves like an eager bitch waiting to be bred.

i could make them do whatever i wanted. tell them to hump a surface in every area of the house, make them rub or stroke whilst looking deep into their eyes in a mirror. i'd have them eat me out for hours, suckle on my strap, expose their holes and take photos, and have them fuck into me hard and fast while they're drunk on pleasure.

but the best part would be when the compulsion wears off. i'd love seeing the slow realisation dawning in their eyes as they come back to reality. when they remember in vivid detail every debasing thing that i made them do, and how much they fucking loved it.

i'd coo sweetly as they buried their face in my chest with a pitiful little whine, shame burning red to the tips of their ears. i'd love every second of that writhing embarrassment, burrowing deep in the pit of their stomach.

But you don't stop, oh no, hearing the broken moans only spur you on, pounding into them harder and harder until you hear that final embarrassed squeak leave their lips as the first spurt comes out

They try so hard to stop, their muscles tightening and fluttering as much as they can but it's not enough when you're hammering into them mercilessly, small spurts turning into a stream, and a stream turning to a gush as they moan and finally relieve all that pent up pressure

They're so lost in the relief that they don't realize how close they are, their hips bucking back onto you further until suddenly they're cumming around you, the climax hitting them like a ton of bricks. You follow suit soon after, stilling your hips and burying yourself deep inside them, filling them up nice and full

After a couple of months of her training, I tested her. We sat on the couch watching a show. I reached into my pocket for my device.

“Click”

She instinctively reached for her bong and took a hit. I let some time pass, and then tried again.

“Click”

Without a word, she reached over, sparked up and took another hit.

“Click”

Another hit.

“Click”

Another hit.

I let her relax for a bit, letting the herb make her brain nice and stupid for me.

I could tell she was so high at this point, the perfect opportunity to see how well she had trained herself.

“Click click”

She closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan. I let her regain her composure before testing her again.

“Click click”

Another soft moan escaped her lips. Now I knew I had her under my control. Her brain belonged to me.

“Click”

Another hit from her bong, making her just a little bit dumber.

“Click click”

Her eyes rolled back as she came yet again.

Just as she finished cumming, I went again.

“Click click”

This time she was louder, almost unable to hold back, throwing her head back and moaning with pleasure.

Hmmm, I wonder just how many times I can make my pretty whore cum?

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Note to the babysitter

Take a deep breath in, and as you exhale, let your body begin to relax. Feel yourself sinking into the surface beneath you, as if the world is gently holding you in a warm, comforting embrace.

As you listen to my words in your mind, you can feel all the tension melting away.

Each word I write pulls you deeper into relaxation, making you feel calm, safe, and at ease. There’s no need to think or worry—just let go and enjoy this moment.

And as you relax, a playful little smile might creep onto your face.

You know you’re here for something special, something that makes you happy, and that’s perfectly okay.

Now, imagine yourself in a soft, cozy room—a place that feels just like home. In this room, you’re already wearing your favorite diaper. Oh yes, you’re wearing it, and you look so content and relaxed. It fits you perfectly, snug and soft, just the way you like it.

Isn’t it funny how natural it feels? You might even laugh a little, realizing how silly it was to ever worry about this part of yourself. Look at you, already so comfortable, already so… adorable.

You can’t help but feel a bit proud, can you? After all, you’ve chosen to embrace what makes you happy, and that’s a wonderful thing."

Now, as you sit there in your diaper, you might notice how much you enjoy the way it feels. So soft, so secure—like it was made just for you. Oh, don’t try to deny it—I know you love it.

Go ahead, give it a little pat. That’s right, pat your diaper and feel that reassuring comfort. You know you like that sound, don’t you? The crinkle, the softness—it’s just so you.

And every time you wear your diaper, you can’t help but feel a little playful, a little cheeky. You might even catch yourself smiling or blushing because you know this is your little secret, and it feels so good to embrace it.

Oh, and when you use your diaper? Well, that’s just the cherry on top, isn’t it? You might giggle at how natural and freeing it feels, realizing there’s no need to hold back. You’re giving in completely, and it feels so right."

From now on, each time you put on your diaper, you’ll feel a playful sense of pride. You’ll know that this is your choice, and you’ve embraced it fully.

Whenever you hear that crinkle, feel that softness, or make that choice to use your diaper, you’ll feel a little spark of joy—a reminder that you’ve let go of all hesitation and embraced what makes you happy.You might even laugh at yourself a little, thinking,

‘Wow, I really am a little diaper lover, aren’t I?’

And that’s okay, because it’s who you are, and you love it."

Take a moment to let these playful, positive feelings settle deep within you. They’re a part of you now, growing stronger and more natural every day.

When you’re ready to scroll down, I’ll count from 1 to 5, and with each number, you’ll feel more awake, refreshed, and full of playful confidence.

READY?

1… starting to feel your body awaken.

2… becoming aware of the space around you.

3… bringing back all that joy and acceptance.

4… feeling refreshed, playful, and confident.

5… opening your eyes, fully awake, with a little smile because you know this is you.

Good baby boys have lots and lots of wet accident in their pants and in their bed

Good baby boys really try to hold their full bladder to prove to mommy that they can but still end up soaked a lot

Good baby boys make lots of big pissy potty puddles because they can’t quite control their little bladder yet

Good baby boys need to be kept in very thick diapers so they don’t wet themselves every day and every night

Good baby boys still ask mommy if they can go potty in their diapers and try to hold it until she says yes

Good baby boys try to keep their bladders full and their diapers soaked

Good baby boys know that their diaper has to be completely soaked and maybe even leaky before they can be changed

Good baby boys blush when mommy checks their diaper and gives their cute diaper butt little pats

Good baby boys have another little accident and spurt into their diapers while mommy changes them

Good baby boys love having all of mommy’s affection and attention while she changes their diapers

Good baby boys love it when mommy teases their cock while changing their soaked diaper

Good baby boys sometimes get too excited and have “accidents”in their fresh diaper before mommy even tape it up completely

Good baby boys will do anything to please mommy

Good baby boys love eating mommy’s pussy and crave it, and will beg to taste how wet mommy is

Good baby boys love receiving compliments from mommy about how adorable they are and blush so much every time

Good baby boys get be excited just to see mommy that they wet their diaper a little

Good baby boys know their place as a cute pottypants who receives so much affection and adoration from mommy

1. TrainDiapers (Bladder incontinence when diapered and in safe space):

https://www.emghypnosis.com/index.php/hypnosis-files/product/613-traindiapers

2. DiaperTrap (Bladder incontinence when diapered + 2h after taking it off):

https://www.emghypnosis.com/index.php/hypnosis-files/product/626-diaper-trap

3. Bedwetter Fear to Reality (convinces you to need diapers for bed):

https://www.emghypnosis.com/index.php/hypnosis-files/product/362-bedwetter-fear-to-reality

4. TrainBedWetting (training to become bladder incontinent when sleeping):

https://www.emghypnosis.com/index.php/hypnosis-files/product/618-trainbedwetting

5. TrainBladderIncontinant (training to permanently erase all bladder control):

https://www.emghypnosis.com/index.php/hypnosis-files/product/622-trainbladderincontinant

6. Anti-Potty Training (erases the knowledge of how to control bladder and bowels):

Still not entirely 24/7 sissy I still dress as a man day to day but will often wear a thong or sexy girly underwear under my clothes to remind me that I'm a sissy. I am also wanting to wear my cage whilst out and about. Today I was sitting at home, lost in my sissy brain, and had the following daydream....

I enter a gents rest room, the stall has no lock on it but I'm desperate to pee. I go in, close the door behind me as best I can and sit down. My pretty pink thong rests on top of my skinny jeans at my feet and I hold my pink cage in position to pee. Just before the flow starts a man enters the stall, sees me sat and in a gravel like voice says "Sorry dude, I thought it was empty". Just as he turns to leave he sees my pink thong around my ankles. He then looks up and sees my hand resting on my pink cage.

At first he laughs "Oh my God! You're a fuckin sissy!" He says. As his words escape his lips, his eyes transfixed on my cage, he sees a twitch. He knows I'm getting off on the Humiliation. "Wow! Someone's a dirty little sissy slut aren't they?!" My cage twitches again.

He moves inside the door and closes it behind him, leaning against it as he unbuttons his pants to reveal a beautiful big cock which is now just inches from my face. I sit staring at it for a few seconds, lost in my thoughts and my cage twitching. "WELL DON'T JUST STARE SISSY, PUT THAT MOUTH TO USE!" He barks. Without a word I take his huge cock in my hands and start stroking it whilst guiding it towards my lips. As the tip reaches, I lick the tip of his hardening member. My nostrils fill with his musk and my mind goes blank. I'm there to please him and nothing else matters in this moment.

I swirl my tongue around the head, licking and flicking the glans. He let's out a little growl of pleasure "That's it sissy, take my cock!" I open my lips, about to slowly take his cock into my mouth but he grows impatient and grabs the back of my head thrusting roughly into my face so his balls slap loudly against my chin. "I SAID FUCKING TAKE IT BITCH!"

I don't try to resist, I submit going limp like a bimbo fuck doll. He rough fucks my mouth until he's pumping his seed down my throat, filling my belly.

Once he's done, he holds my head in place making sure every last drop is inside me before pulling out. As he buttons up his pants he says "Is that better sissy? A belly full of cum? I bet you want more! I'm going outside for a smoke, if you want more you'd better be out there before I'm done. We'll go to my place for round two!"

I hurriedly pull up my thong and jeans, my cage is dripping wet with precum and my thong is instantly damp. The waistband can be seen over the top of my jeans and my cage is clearly visible through them too but I'm now his mindless fuck toy. I don't care who sees I'm sissy, I just want more cock...

real easy! first you need a pet clicker and someone to train you, it's hard to do it to yourself because training yourself is like tickling yourself, your brain is a bit more resistant if you do it yourself. so get you one of these: