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Being thickly diapered, given laxatives/diuretics, and gaslit into thinking you have time to run an extended errands list all before your body’s timer runs out.

“Oh don’t be so silly, you can hold it in for that long!”

The chore list is nothing but a goose chase, leading you to buckle your knees and fill your pants like a proper kiddo in the middle of a crowded parking lot

You come home, a messy exasperated mess and walk straight towards your CG to cry like the little baby you are as they dote over you and rub your soiled backside

“There there, hun. I should have known you weren’t ready for the list alone. Next time we go we’ll bring the changing supplies.”

Keep me in the thickest, most waddle inducing diapers possible. Train me to be dependent on them completely. Make it so I hardly even notice wether I’m wet or dry, fresh or leaking. Make it completely natural for me to squat down and make pushies whenever and wherever the need arises.

Keep me in childish clothes 24/7, pick my outfits for me and ensure I’m always going out in the baby-est attire possible. Throw away my t-shirts with my underwear and replace them with onesies, overalls, and my ever-important pampers. Make me look so humiliatingly little that I’m consistently a blushing mess in public.

Feed my mind full with hypnotic suggestions, keeping me happy and docile. Keep me so intoxicated that I internalize them fully, losing my grasp on reality as a whole. After all, there’s no need for me to have any adult thoughts anymore.

Treat me like a docile little tyke at home, constantly focused on learning activities for one far below my real age. Give me none of the agency an adult has, decide every part of my routine down to the second. If I fuss at all, punish me with whatever your heart desires. Strap me in the bouncer for a few hours with a headset blaring my suggestions, or give me a laxative before we go out for a nature walk. Make certain I’m obeying your every whim.

And finally, make it so I have no issues at all with being seen in this state. Make my diapers obvious and my speech slow and infantile. Lead my waddling, pampered butt by hand in every single scenario. Be transparent with others about the state I’m in. Give me no discretion whatsoever.

what? no, don't push me away, pretty boy. you don't even have a damn thing on under your fucking skirt, are you kidding me? you expect me to think that you just forgot or something?

what am i doing? i made you. im just taking what's mine, pretty thing. you can't expect a mutt like me not to go nuts seeing a hole that pretty. see, you're so fucking wet, you're such a bad liar. you want my fat cock just abusing your tight little hole.

look at that little dick of yours throb when i call you names. god, you're pathetic, aren't you? a miserable little excuse of a boy.. you're not even fighting back anymore, huh? just presenting like a good little toy?

oh, come on now, don't act all tough right when i get to claim what's mine. no, it's not too big, you'll be fine.. you'll stretch out, and ill only hurt you a little... besides, that's what you want, right? you want fucked and used aggressively after all, hm?

a) You are the only one at the party who's hypnotized, and you can't help but do everything exactly as your owner tells you to. You strip, squat, service, respond like a good trained little thing and you can't stop yourself. Everyone is wowed and amazed at what a brainwashed whore you are. Your cheeks are hot and tears run down your face as your friends use you like a sex toy, knowing their opinion of you has forever changed. But you smile and bob your head and lick and swallow whatever they say because your owner said so.

or

cw:hypnosis,arousal

You and your friend are sitting on their couch, watching TV and unwinding after a very tiring day. You've both had a ton of work to worry about, and they think the best remedy for that exhaustion is to destress on the couch for a bit, then try out the trigger they gave you the previous day.

It was a Jedi Mind Trick suggestion, one that makes you mindlessly agree with them any time they wave their hand front of your face. You thought it was a very nerdy thing to use during a hypnosis session, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't curious of its effects.

You wanted to chill out for a bit, but there had to be a better way to do that. The TV was very boring. It was that dumb cooking show your friend always watches. You couldn't stand it, it was like watching paint dry.

"Can you please change the channel? You know how much I hate this show" , you asked, in a tired, grumpy tone.

They waved their hand.

"But you love this show, hun, you always have!"

Your previous opinion began to fade from your head, swiped away by the hand authoritavely swaying in front of you.

That.. that was true. It had always been that way. What were you complaining about? You loved to watch cooking shows! They offered a very relaxing, and informative experience, and suddenly it became impossible to take your eyes off the screen.

You continued watching with your friend for a while, excited with your newfound knowledge of how to prepare Steak au Poivre. It wasn't until both of you spent a little time relaxing your muscles that they suggested doing something else.

"Hm, I've chilled out enough. I'm in the mood for something.. diferent. Are you horny, dear?" They looked at you as they quizzed you on your arousal.

On one hand, you were a bit aroused, and it was the perfect way to destress. But on the other, you were pretty tired, and it was much easier to sit and watch the show. You needed a push, if your friend wanted this very lazy evening to end differently.

They waved their hand.

"You're incredibly aroused"

This time, you repeated their words, doing so without resistance. "I'm incredibly aroused" , you replied, the mindless tone of your voice quickly erasing your previous opinions.

That.. that was true. It had always been like that. Your tired expression morphed from sleepy to unfathomably horny. The thoughts that occupied your mind changed, from ones of curling up on the couch to sexual fantasies of your tist. Your mind grew aroused.

You began to absent-mindedly touch yourself. Nothing major, of course, but just enough to keep yourself worked up. Your friend watched your sudden shift in personality, content with how easy it was to make you agree with them.

They waved their hand.

"Your mind is extremely fuzzy"

"My mmind... fuzzy...", you replied, not even a tiny ammount of hesitation in your voice.

That was true. Your mind could barely keep a coherent thought inside your head. You began to drool your thoughts away as you touched yourself, the only noises escaping your mouth being giggles and moans. You were too dizzy to care about not being understood.

They waved their hand.

"You are really needy. You need me to tell you what to do. What to think."

"N..needyyy....", your voice trailed off, unable to repeat anymore.

That was true. You got closer to them, still touching yourself as you looked into their eyes. Your moans turned into a chorus of needy words, your mind looping the same fantasies of being blanked by your dear pal. You were begging. You had to beg.

"Pleaseee uusee meee,, nneed uu to tell me whhat ddoo.. wahhat too thinkk.. pleasepleasepleasepleaseepleasee"

"Aww, good toy!", your tist responded, a smile forming on their face as they watched your pretty head break from the pleasure.

They waved their hand.

"You're blank."

That was true. You were blank. Your mind suddenly stopped, no longer thinking anything. You froze in place, awaiting commands. You needed to be told what to do. What to think. And your tist had some great ideas~

"I am blank.", you mindlessly replied.

but what if it did? what if with every shot, every flood of hormones into your system, you felt that warm ball of rage and arousal in your abdomen growing?

what if with every shot you felt your inhibitions lower and your hindbrain take over a bit more?

what if with every shot you put on more muscle without ever needing to work out?

what if with every shot, more and more of the blood got redirected from your brain to your growing, throbbing dick?

soon all you would be able to do was fight and fuck. you'd take what you needed without thinking about it, reduced to base instinct.

Being dragged out to a rowdy concert at some underground bar, everyone’s drinking and shoving each other and there’s so many flashing lights. It’s actually kind of hard to think, the music is so loud. But his hand never leaving yours, dragging you through the crowd, dancing with you, screaming at the top of your lungs to a song you know don’t even know the lyrics too.

And then making out in the bathroom. Graffiti walls and dull lighting, the music a soft thud outside the door now and being hoisted up on the sink.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna suck your dick, dude. Don’t worry I’m good at this.”

“Oh uh…I actually have a lot of dysphoria about my cunt and being eaten out-“

“What’d you just call it? I know you weren’t referring to your cock as a cunt.”

Pants already around your ankles and he’s spanking the spot between your legs.

“What is this?”

“Dude come on, you know it’s a pus-fuck! Stop hitting that!”

“No. What the fuck is between your legs?” Hand already raised to swat down again.

“I..it’s my cock.”

“Good boy. Now I’m gonna suck your cock, okay? Can you ask me to suck you off?”

“Would…would you suck my cock? Please?”

The computer turns on. It seems to be on some sort of standardized testing program, the same ones you'd see students taking in a classroom during exam week. Questions headline the top of the screen, with the answers lined up in a multiple choice format. The instructions tell me to answer honestly and to the best I can. It doesn't say how many questions there are. The headphones play a soft buzzing noise and read out the questions.

First question pops up. It's a reading comprehension question. I skim over the paragraph, and I answer the question correctly, only to be met with brief electrocution. The screen moves automatically to the next question. Something about geometry, i to answer it correctly, but I'm shocked again when I do. Third question, something about English grammer. I'm shocked again. This keeps up for a few more questions.

By the 10th question, I can't take another shock, so I purposefully answer the question wrong, just to see what would happen. The screen flashes and in an instant, all my pain is gone. I feel a brief sense of relief and relaxation wash over me. The voice in the headphones praises me for answering 'correctly'

Next question appears on screen, and it's... harder? It's another reading comprehension question with a brief paragraph, but I'm struggling to read it. It's like the words are just flying past my brain. I get the question wrong, the voice praises me, I get hit with a wave of relief, and the dildos beneath me start to vibrate lowly.

The questions start to get simpler, going from high school level questions to kindergarten level questions. Every time I get one wrong, the vibrators get stronger I get blasted with a wave of pleasure. At some point I stop even reading them, I just answer at random to feel even more pleasure.

The questions start to get hornier, like asking me what a certain sex position is or how to perform a certain act. When I answer those correctly, I get edged. The screen 'asks' me to repeat mantras, and rewards me with pleasure when I do so.

It asks me, "does it feel good to be dumb?" "Does it feel good to obey?" and of course I answer yes. "Who thinks for you?" Master does. "What do you know?" Whatever Master tells me I know.

At the end of it, the screen turns into a flashing spiral. The voice tells me what a good job I did at learning how to be a dumb slut. The dildos thrust into me at the highest vibration speed, and when I get permission to cum, I have one of the greatest orgasms of my life.

After I cum, I've lost nearly all my ability to think for myself. I can't read anything above basic children's books, and can't do any math more advanced than basic addition. I cant remmeber how to write unless i'm told to write something.

Being told to sit there and look pretty… encouraged to work out and praised when I gain bulk… being pushed to wear muscle and walk around topless to show off my pecs and tummy… being pushed to stop reading and stop focusing so much on trying to be smart. My girlfriend can do all the thinking for me, after all… I’m dumb, but I’ve got big muscles and I’m a real sweetheart of a man, right?

In other words, I think I’d be more than happy to be forcemasced into someone’s eye candy himbo.

theres something deeply appealing about being given a chance through kink to stop having to worry about the world for a little while especially if you are the kind of person who stresses out about a lot of things in the outside world especially if normally youre a very intelligent person

smart people stress more anyway

its easy to think dumb people have more fun

theres something so very nice about letting go of your worries

about forgetting everything important to you just for a while

about letting go of any and all inhibitions

about striving to be objectified

about being hot and nothing more

about being nothing but someone elses eyecandy

about being a dumb useless hunk of meat to be sexualized

about being nothing but a fucktoy

about being too dumb to even know it

it started with me waiting at home for you to come back from work. sitting on the floor in front of the door, eyes waiting for the handle to turn.

i hear the familiar creak of the door and you step inside. of course i'm already jumping all over you. you quickly push me aside and reprimand me for being so jumpy when i know better than that. you make some sort of brief mention of my "special collar" but it flies over my dumb head. i can't comprehend big words like that.

you make your way to the couch and i already know what to do. i fetch you a glass of a drink and bring it to the coffee table. you take a few sips before telling me to get back to the crate so you can watch tv. i toddle my way over to the bedroom. all the way to the decently sized black metal crate, the metal jangling as i crawl inside to a pile of blankets.

i start to feel itchy almost. an itch i can't scratch. i start feeling tired and drowsy. i fall asleep in the cage before i realize what's happening. you step back into the bedroom and unlock the crate before pulling me out and pushing me onto the bed. laughing a bit about how easy it was to add sedatives to the new collar. you wait a few minutes and i wake up groggily, my clothes stripped off. i'm dazed and confused above everything.

you carefully explain in that condescending voice you do that you had a friend slip a homemade concoction of ground up substances into the resin while he made the collar. me wearing it affectively turned me completely docile and brainless. drowsy and unaware.

incest , intox , dubcon , age gap , mind alteration