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“You want out? Too bad!”

My friends decided to leave me in my new toy while they went to the other room to play with legos (and the vibrator)

Tonight was a good night for me, won quite a bit, the others left not long ago, i was telling him I'd be getting ready myself too when he asked for one more game, i had woon most of his money, i could give him a chance to win it back. I still had time, so i told him that given my luck of today, chances were not looking good for him, he still insisted.

As predicted, he lost three hands in a row, betting big each time, sitting without any funds opposite of me at the table then. But he wanted to go on, one more, he asked, but having no money to bet i asked what he'd think on that, he did not know, but kept begging for one more game.

In the background his boy still struggled in the bouncer, i looked at that and grinned, looking at him then i told him about an option: I'd put in the amount of money he lost this evening, he'd bet time in the bouncer. If he won, we'd be done for tonight, if he lost, he'd have to spend every poker night, which we held every other weekend, the whole day in that bouncer the way he kept his boy usually. Since i was putting up 1500 bucks, 15 of those weekends it would have to be. He agreed without thinking.

Cards dealt, i had a great hand, a straight flush, eight to queen, no concern about that, i did the 'official' bet of the 1500 bucks, he thought a little, then said: 'I of course match that, but i want to raise, what would it take to get you perform an 'all in' with everything you won tonight?'

That was a surprise, i thought a little, cards exchanged, cards on the table, cards in my had, chances of loosing were extremely little, so i returned the question what he'd be willing to offer, knowing that chances will be high that he lost that again. But i also added a suggestion to it, maybe if we'd change the 15 planned 'days we play' into whole weekends, from arriving after work on Fridays to leaving for work Monday morning without interruption.

He turned and looked at his boy bouncing there like nothing was happening at all, then thought a little and returned: 'I really am certain this time i get lucky, so i go all the way. I place the prior agreed 15 poker-night days in the bouncer, but i raise to permanent poker night weekends in the bouncer in the way you suggested against all your money winnings AND 100 poker night weekends in the bouncer for YOU, starting with the remaining time of this weekend for the looser.' He also added that we would sign a mutual promissory note in the amount of 500,000, payable immediately upon refusal to comply with the agreed weekend penalties, so the looser could not refuse for sure, no matter what.

I asked if he was serious, i looked at my hand again, no way I'd be loosing, so i mentioned whether he is sure, permanent, he'd never participate on our games but every time, so every other weekend, be over there like his boy was, asked again if he was truly sure about that. But he did not even listen, typed the promissory note already on his mobile and after pushing the print , i heard the printer already. He presented the doc for our singing. I again asked if he was certain, it was clear to me that he'd loose that one, but he countered with a 'chickening out, now that your stake raised too?' Well, that did it for me, i accepted the bet and stakes and signed right then.

I laid out the straight flush i had with a major grin on my face, but when he placed his hand on the table, fuck… double fuck…. mega fuck…. he also had a straight flush, but 9 to king. He yelped out, somehow only then realizing he actually won, at the same time i sat there, could not believe with that hand i lost this one…

But after grabbing the money on the table and the document we signed, he grinned at me, then pointed at his boy in the bouncer, telling me: 'The weekend still goes on for a while, time to get you ready.'

I still could not believe, but there was also no doubt about 'paying up' the losses, in all the years we played that was at no time ever a doubt.

We went into their bedroom, he had me strip and said: 'Exactly as my boy is the deal, that means double of the thickest night diapers we have, with double inlays to boost capacity, onesie and sicks only on top of that, the pacifier head harness locked on, mittens locked on behind the back, in the bouncer. but it also includes what you do not see, the flat chastity cage and the dildo up his butt.

I did not know indeed, but did not say much about it either, 'as his boy' was the agreement, not 'almost as his boy'. I was definitely not looking forward to any of it, so was not at all horny, it did not take any troubles for him to lock another flat chastity cage on me, making me think about the troubles to come when i DO get hard again, which i did regularly during evenings and nights. The bigger issue was the dildo then, i wasn't a virgin, but the amount of times and sizes of tools back there were limited in the past, so it took quite some work to accommodate the one he had, about 1.75 inch diameter and 7 inch long, with a base simulating a ball sack also.

Doing it all the time, the diapering up was no trouble for him at all, getting those two diapers and inlays in place neat and snug, by that also forcibly preventing that dildo from fully sliding out. But when i got up to get that onesie on, i noticed, sitting would push that thing deeper into my butt again, moving around meant slightly moving that thing in and out also, I'd be fucking myself slightly then, feeling totally weird to me right then.

But after onesie and socks were on, we went over to the living room, his boy still innocently bouncing around, unaware of anything. He unlocked the mittens of his boy and released him from the bouncer, then also unlocked and removed the head harness with the pacifier in place, while he then cleaned that dummy a little, he sent his boy 'to bed'. That harness went on my head, with it the huge dummy into my mouth, he even added the brim cap his boy wore earlier then before it was time to get into that bouncer.

I followed his guidance on that and minutes later was actually hanging in that thing, feet off the ground, my hands now also locked in those mittens on my back, and of course, with my weight on it, that dildo fully pushed up my butt now. He then took a little clip showing me off, all that was on, my helpless bouncing diapered, patting the thick padding in front of that flat cock cage also, not that i felt much of that anyway, then he said:

'It is Saturday morning 2 am now, so you have the time until Monday morning 6am, enough time to get ready to go to work then, I'll fetch the clothes you need to go to work from your place during the weekend.

I'll send this clip to our poker buddies, telling them that you won't be able to attend the next 100 game nights, because this is how you spend each of those weekends without exception.

So let it sink in during the remaining weekend now, I'll be snuggling up to my boy for the night.'

“Why aren’t you asleep already?” Daddy asked as he stood above your crib’s railings.

He sort of caught you by surprise. You weren’t paying much attention. Your attention was focused on the mobile above you, shaped like the solar system. Your thoughts wandered about other planets.

“I don’t know, Daddy. Just thinking,” you answered.

You felt so at peace in your crib. The bars were high, and the solar system mobile even higher. You could escape if you wanted to, but why would you?

“Take Barney the bunny.” Daddy took your stuffed bunny from your feet and into your chest.

“Barney will come to space with me,” you said.

“Of course he is. But you need to go to sleep because my friends are coming over and I don’t want to take care of a baby while they are here,” he said as he was searching for your pacifier under the pillow.

“Here,” he forced it into your mouth, “calm down and go to sleep. If I see you awake next time, I’ll tire you up another way”.

Daddy left the room. The nightlight shone on the solar system. It was spinning.

You held Barney, sucked on your paci, and looked up. You were so relaxed, you wet yourself almost without realizing. It was so great spending time in your crib. Who would ever have thought?

“Are you still up?!” Daddy's voice startled you, “20 minutes had passed, and you are still awake, and my friends are just about to arrive”.

Daddy went for the first drawer under the changing table. He took out the vibrating wand.

You spat your pacifier, “Please Daddy, I don’t want to cum, not again”, you pleaded.

“You don't give me any chance, because I gave you one,” he said as he walked back.

“You made me cum this morning and this afternoon. Please, Daddy, it’s wrecking me cumming so much in a day,” you begged.

“That’s the point boy, you’ll be tired at no time and fall asleep like a log. I can’t have you crying during the game,” he said and switched on the wand.

Daddy grabbed the pacifier and forced it again to your mouth. You knew not to spit it out, because one of the rules of the house is to always have your paci while cumming.

“No no,” you whined through the pacifier.

Daddy put the wand to its maximum vibration and pressed it onto the front of your damp diaper. You wiggled in your place, knowing not to move, because resetting too much to Daddy could cost you a spanking, and you were afraid he might do it in front of his friends.

Your peepee grew hard.

You wiggled and jiggled in your crib. Sucking a paci, holding Barney, as another man was making you cum in your wet diaper.

Your pee grew harder.

Not by penetrating or being penetrated. Not by sex. Without sexual desire or romantic one. Against your will and choice.

Your pee grew harder and was on the edge.

Making you cum, so you, the baby, will go to sleep, and the men can watch the game quietly. They don’t want to deal with you tonight, and they don’t want to deal with the baby tonight. It’s the men’s time.

“Daddy noooooo” you became so beat, the paci fell from your mouth.

You climaxed in your diaper. Shots of thin watery substance just disappeared in your diaper. Absorbed like it was nothing, the nothing that your seed really was.

“Shhh shhh shhh, my baby boy. That’s it, let it all out,” he said and gave you the pacifier yet again, but this time you took it back peacefully. Then he turned off the wand.

“Now when there's no more strength in you for tonight, now you can finally fall asleep. See you tomorrow baby,” Daddy said and left the room, leaving a crack in the door.

The plastic tubing, a cold invasion, was a constant reminder of my foolish words, my ill-fated attempt to rebel against the padded reality that was meant to be my home. Never tell daddy you don’t want to wet your diapers— It was a lesson that had been delivered with a cold, clinical efficiency that had left me aching in more ways than one. I was a fool, and I was paying the price.

The words came back to me, over and over.

“Especially when he has a friend that is capable of putting a Foley catheter inside your bladder”.

I was a body, a vessel for their twisted games, and there was nothing that I could do.

The spasms came without warning, sharp, agonizing cramps that made my breath catch in my throat. The catheter, a foreign entity inside of me, was the cause of my pain, a sharp reminder of the control they wielded. "Do you think Ideal to have a Foley catheter inside your bladder?" I asked, and the silence, was all the answer I needed. The world was cruel.

“No, it’s not.” I said, as the pain ripped through me. “It’s miserable my bladder spasms several times I’ve even pee around the catheter and it burns like hell.”

I could feel that familiar warmth, that burning shame, that made my skin crawl as I continued to soak the padding underneath me. Then came the final, mocking blow, the deliberate violation that brought tears to my eyes.

“He said the reason I peed around the catheter was because it wasn’t large enough, so we pulled it out and put a larger one in.” The humiliation, the sheer indignity of it all, was almost too much to bear.

I was a mess, and I was a prisoner, and I was their toy. The pain, the discomfort, the complete and utter powerlessness, that was my world now, and there was no escape.

If having a catheter deep in my bladder wasn't torment enough.

The pink diaper on the floor was a mocking invitation, a soft promise of a night filled with discomfort and a warped kind of pleasure. But it wasn't the diaper that had my heart pounding, it was the thing resting on top of it, a grotesque masterpiece of smooth silicone, a tentacle that promised to invade every part of me. It was my bedtime toy, my punishment, and now, it was my reality.

He had chosen it for me, of course. he was always so perfect. So amazing. So much more than I could ever be.

"Who’s ready for bedtime with this new toy snaking deep into your cute little baby butt?" the words echoed in my mind, a silent promise of what was to come. He always had a way to control me.

My caged member throbbed with a frustrated ache, a pathetic reminder of my forced abstinence, a silent scream that was completely ignored. he had made the cage, and I had no escape, but he wasn't done. he would never be done. "Making your little chastity caged nub dribble into your diaper with each wiggle!” The image that he had created was so intense, and so wrong. And I could see it happening in my mind.

I had loss all control over my bladder with the catheter inside of the chastity cage. Now I was about to be invaded in my boy hole by my daddy.

I knew it was coming, the cold, smooth invasion, the slow, relentless push that would fill me, stretch me, and reduce me to a helpless mess of sensation. All I had to do, was wait. And embrace the inevitable as the toy he picked for me slowly entered me.

My useless caged manhood tried to get hard, but it had no place to go. The chastity cage kept it from becoming erect. All the while the catheter kept me dribbling into my diaper like a helpless baby.

Daddy just smiled as my hole swallowed the giant toy. Once deep inside my diaper was pulled between my legs and the tapes fastened.

I was doomed. invaded, controlled my manhood taken away. I have been reduced to daddy's toy. As I moved and rolled over the toy sank deeper into my hole. causing me to moan and whimper.

I was one a grown man Now I am a broken diaper slave for daddy to use and train any way he sees fit.

WETTYORNAH’s Hypno Guide

DISCLAIMER: Hypnosis isn’t for everyone. I understand that the idea of it is hard to believe for many people. The truth is, I’m with those people. However, the magic of hypno is letting yourself try and believe it. It takes effort from a good hypnotist and effort from a good subject. If you’re expecting results off the bat, you’re failing yourself. Give it time, listen again and again, and try to believe. Eventually, you might find yourself in a situation you can’t believe your way out of 🤷🏻‍♂️

I’ve labeled them based on the type of hypno I like. As I’m DL rather than AB, you won’t find much about regression or baby like behaviors. This list is mostly meant for encouragement to wear diapers, or bladder control. The three categories are bedwetting (self explanatory), lifestyle (stuff like committing to diapers, realizing they’re right for you), and fuck yourself over (dangerous hypno that usually has a condition, like if you give in and wet, you’ll never be able to stop) They are mostly meant for male listeners as far as I can tell.

So let’s get into it

BEDWETTING/LIFESTYLE

Curse Night Diapers - EMG

This one forces you to wear diapers to bed, along with wetting them. This one doesn’t exactly encourage incontinence, but the fact you’re going to bed in diapers which you will wet will fulfill that desire to become a bedwetter.

BEDWETTING

Bed Wetter - Sarnoga

Doesn’t encourage diapers, but does make you enjoy bedwetting. There’s mention that you’re too immature to choose diapers. This file basically sets you up to become a bedwetter and end up having someone make the choice for you that you need to wear diapers to bed. Great to use with the help of someone else.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER/BEDWETTING Bedwetter Fear to Reality - EMG

Makes you anxious about having an accident, you choose to wear diapers or not. Of course, if you do have an accident, that’s it. One leads to another. Dangerous if you don’t want to find yourself trapped

LIFESTYLE

Diaper Dependence 1 - Champtehotter

The first in his series of making you diaper dependent. This file causes you to commit to diapers and explains why you need them. This is a great first step, and then you can move on to the next one once this one has fucked your mind.

LIFESTYLE

Diaper Train 1 - Sarnoga

This hypno also encourages you to commit to diapers. Each lesson will have you wearing diapers more, first at home alone, then around people, then out in public. It does this by making you feel like you can’t use a toilet to get relief. WARNING: this one did mess with me, and in some files encourages bedwetting even when sharing a bed just to prove you really need diapers.

LIFESTYLE

Every Good Boy Wears Diapers - Sarnoga

Explains every reason why you need diapers to avoid making messes. Diapers are the best choice for boys is the main message

LIFESTYLE

The Diaper Does It - Sarnoga

Makes you love your diapers and give them your control. The main twist of this file is that if you don’t wear diapers every so often, you will start having accidents in your pants. Basically makes a timer in your head so you must come back to diapers.

LIFESTYLE/FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Master your Bladder -

Teaches you that your bladder is in control of your life, and the only way to fix it is to take the control away. Causes bladder incontinence.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Diaper Drug - Champtehotter

Imagine you’ve been injected with a drug that makes you love your diapers and become bladder incontinent. As long as you don’t cum, it won’t be permanent. I dare you to listen.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Pantswetter Incontinence

Makes you have accidents whenever and wherever until you have no choice but to wear diapers.