#askapplestar

My little one awoke. The rustling mattress cover told me that much, and right on time, too. The bottle warmer rang out right on cue and I tested it on my wrist. The door to her nursery creaked open and there she was, beautiful and not awake enough to have stirred much from her crib. She was blindfolded, of course, and her oversized silencer pacifier paired perfectly with it. The crib bars went thunk and the mattress crinkled louder, then grew silent. Two pairs of diapers, one louder than the other, graced the nursery, ended in a pointed thump against the wall. I made a point to remember to move the feeding chair away next time. Just as I have for the past week. But of course, that wasn’t important right now. What was, was the sound of suckling, the hiss of the straw inside working its magic to keep the pressure constant. No need to rest as my little one steadily drained the bottle. Long, slow breaths. Deep, strong breaths. I was a very, very proud mama, and her little squirms as I gave her a nice long sigh and a smooch on the forehead always brought a smile to my face. All too soon, the burble of milk turned into the drier sound of air and with a pop, the bottle tapped on the table before I shifted her to face me instead of laying in my lap. Burp! Rather unladylike, I have to admit, but she wasn’t much of a lady, and I was happy to keep it that way. Speaking of unladylike, the soft noises from my little one told me she was about to need her morning change. She squeezes my arms with her soft hands, sniffling and shuffling slightly. I feel her tense up and push, knees spreading pushing further into the chair’s fabric. The earthy scent of her accident is muted by her padding, mingling with the scent of baby powder and eucalyptus. The air freshener spritzed like clockwork and she moaned a little, suckling on her pacifier oh so cutely. Pop pop pop went the snaps! Woosh went the powder! Thunk went the old diaper, into the plastic lined pail. The air filled with the chorus of plastic being shaken and fluffed before meeting the waterproof changing table with a scritch. Four tapes made quiet rips, then four more as they were adjusted just right, then more crinkles as the leak guards were prepped for the day ahead. A quick raspberry for good measure, causing the little one to squeal, before three more pops in reverse and, ready for the day, two sets of crinkles left the nursery.

Characters involved are consenting adults 18+, including you. If you are not 18+, please do not read or interact.

Not intended for use as a hypnotic script.

CW: Diapers, AB/DL, Hypnosis, CG/L, Mom PoV, softdom

Hello there little one. I am Auntie Lamb Pin, and you have chosen, or have been chosen for some special time with me!

Today, the plan is to take you all the way to a special place. A place that hasn’t quite been built yet, and one that we’re going to build together with a bit of prompting. Your very own inner nursery! Settle in and we can start, okay?

Okay.

I’d like you to focus on your breathing and relax- yes, just like that. Let your body slooowly unwind, falling asleep and getting heavier and heavier.

You’re doing so well.

Just continue to breathe as the rest of the world melts away. There are noises and feelings and sounds, but you’re here with Auntie and they are so very, very far away. Small, insignificant little distractions. Little bubbles that rise up, just outside your vision. Take auntie’s hand, okay? And with your other one, pop them. One at a time.

Pop, pop, pop!

That’s a good baby. Each and every one of those worries and worldly things aren’t important right now. Wave goodbye to them, sweetie.

Bye-bye!

After all, we’re not going up, like the bubbles. No, we’re going down,

Down,

Down,

To somewhere very special.

Somewhere full of magic and creation, and somewhere you’re probably very familiar, even if you don’t remember ever being there.

So follow Auntie’s lead as we go deeper, and deeper, and deeper still.

Keep breathing. Taking a deep breath in,</p> <p>And a deep sigh out.

That’s a good baby.

We’re here, by the way! It’s a door, and it has your name on it, you see?

It’s a special place; your inner nursery.

Now, normally when we come to a door, we knock on it. It’s good manners! But this is the door to your nursery. But let’s knock anyways, okay? Don’t want to scare the plushies! Knock with Auntie.

Knock, knock, knock.

And open the door goes!

Even if you haven’t ever seen this place before, it feels familiar, no? It’s the nursery of your dreams, after all. You made it yourself, with your own two hands.

It’s okay if it’s hard to see right now. It must be so overwhelming taking in everything at once. Here, let’s focus on a few things for now. Auntie will point them out.

Let’s start with something simple- your changing table! Sturdy as they come, big enough for you to be comfy cozy on the top, and bigger underneath for all those diaper changes you need! All your favorite brands in easy reach, and baby powder in that scent that reminds you of what you are; a little baby in need of care.

Hop on. That’s right, up we go! Might as well get you changed, since we’re already here. Just have to fluff up your diaper, take your clothes off... don’t blush, Auntie’s here to make sure you feel comfortable. I’ve seen my fair share of diaper parts in my time, and you certainly won’t be the last. Just have to sliiide the diaper under you, big puff of powder- doesn’t it smell so sweet?- and one. Two. Three. Four tapes! That’s good, up we go! I’ll just fold up the clothes you came in here in and leave them at the entrance, okay?

Your diaper pail right next to it already has a few diapers in it too, if your name on the front wasn’t giving away whose it was. You made those, even if you don’t remember. That blush on your cheeks as your Mama or Daddy changed you was so adorable, by the way. There’s an album in here somewhere but we can leave that for another day.

Moving on, here’s your closet. While I know being in just a diaper is really really comfy sometimes, you and I both know fashion is paramount for littles like you. All the onesies and shirts you’d ever dreamed up or fantasized wearing, all the dresses and sailor outfits you’d given a passing blush to, and a few of the naughtier lingerie that you’ve thought would go perfectly with your diapers, all neatly sorted out and hung up. I think I spy a harness or two there, and a pacifier still stuck on that lanyard! May have to take it off to clean it later- that one’s your favorite, isn’t it? There are days that I wonder if it would be easier to turn it into a feeder gag so you wouldn’t have to stop sucking!

I kid, I kid. And yes, those are extra diapers on the back wall! You’re so very smart. I’ll be sure to put a gold sticker on your chart. And once those run out, more will take their place, and more, and more, and more...

Right, right! An outfit! Find one you’d love to wear to naptime and bring it to Auntie. She’ll get you all gussied up! Ooh, that’s a good choice. Stand still... Here we are! I have to say, you have great taste.

Now, hurry along sweetie. There’s still a bit more to see before we wrap things up!

Here’s the toy box! It’s a magical thing, always has what you want to play with, but I’m not looking for anything so it’s all an unsorted mess to me. I wonder what you’ll take out first once I let you settle in? Blocks? Legos? I’m sure I heard buzzing in there somewhere... Fortunately for you, it’s adult-proofed, and I daresay you’re not much of an adult, so you shouldn’t have much of an issue, even if you are a little naughty. Though do think of Auntie; she is partial to giving little ones like you a bit of buzzy time.

And while we’re in the mood, I want to remind you of how personal this place is to you. Take a look at the walls, the floors, and the ceiling. My eyes aren’t as good as yours at this part, so you’ll have to tell me what they are like. I’ve been to other nurseries before, and some like wallpapers of barnyards or the ocean, and others like stripes and pastels, and I’ve heard of one or two who are a bit more spooky.

And is that music I hear? I’m not quite sure. Whether it’s music you made yourself, renditions of music you love, or perhaps the most recent tunes you’ve listened to, I do like what you’ve chosen. I’m partial to music boxes myself!

But no matter what it looks, sounds, smells, or feels like, it’s yours. And I know its yours because you made it! Auntie’s just here to show it off to you because it’s not always the easiest thing in the world to find your way all the way to this place. I am proud to be able to show off even a tiny bit of it.

But alas, it’s time to wrap things up. Let’s get you to the comfiest place in your nursery- the crib. It’s a big thing, isn’t it? Big enough to hold you and your plushies, your pillows, your mobile that spins at just the right speed- and it has your name on the backboard! Right there! There’s no doubt that it’s yours and yours alone, though sharing is caring. So let’s pull down the railing and up you go!

Cozy? You can stay here as long as you need, but Auntie Lamb Pin is off to visit some other littles. She’s always busy, but if you need some help to dream up a little more of your nursery, she’s never too far away. So go get settled in, rest well, and I’ll see you around. When you’re ready, just put on the clothes you came in here in and just walk back out! But until then,

Enjoy your inner nursery. Made by you, for you, you little at heart.