BabyCR

I was thinking about buying some Rearz bottles but I'm worried about the glass construction. How likely is it that said glass will break if it falls off, say, a bedside table onto a hard floor?

WHOOPS! Forgot to post the adoption form thing XD ----------

There will be conflict, don't worry.

This will be my first story in this setting, so bear with me. It will be much lighter in fare than most Diaper Dimension stories I've read--no humiliation, no abuse, no sexual stuff or BDSM--and is mostly going to involve fluff. I'm using the adoption form made by @Alex Bridges in this story (check it out at the end of this chapter), and I'm also taking some inspiration from @Personalias and their Diaper Dimension stories for some elements. I hope you all enjoy! -------------------- I sat in the playpen, fiddling with various baby toys and floating in and out of my headspace. I'd always felt "little", even on Earth, and always felt embarrassed by it; after all, a 30-something man who occasionally wears diapers and baby clothes for some strange emotional need to regress would definitely sound weird to most people. Now, though, I was in a world where none of that mattered anymore. I'd heard about the Amazons and their adoption centers, ferrying humans (or as they call us, "littles") to their world, but hadn't had the courage to actually go through with it until after my 35th birthday. It was a rather bland affair, and difficult to enjoy considering the difficulties of life at the time; all it ended up doing was reminding me of my own fragile mortality. I'd never been in anything resembling a romantic relationship in my life. I couldn't drive. I hadn't even lived on my own or had a stable job. My life basically stopped moving forward shortly after graduating High School, and on that birthday it struck me just how long it had been stuck. That night, after a great deal of thought, I left the house on the pretext of heading for a party, leaving a note behind... and never looking back. It was strange just how quickly the process moved; I entered the building, filled out a form, submitted it, walked through a machine that did a full-body medical scan, and then through a portal. Before I knew it, I was on the other side, and physically 8 years old (but with a lisp fitting a toddler). Not long after, I was dressed in diapers and a baby blue t-shirt and placed into a playpen filled with baby toys and other littles like me. All of us still had our adult minds; though there were definitely elements in Amazon society that would demand we be brain-blasted by a marathon session of full-strength hypnotic cartoons immediately, this adoption center was not such a place. The option to be mentally regressed was there--they even had toys that would give a non-permanent hypnotic effect for those who wanted to temporarily forget their adult cares--but no one was going to be brainwashed against their will. I was fairly happy about this; much as I liked being little and feeling like a baby, I also liked being able to have an adult mind to return to. I'd indulge in the hypnotic toys every so often; much as a single drink of alcohol won't kill you but constant guzzling of booze will give you eventual liver damage, a small dose of the infantilizing stuff wouldn't melt your brain into mush as long as you didn't overdose. The only complaint I had was the waiting. I was eager to be adopted; my birth parents were nice enough, but the idea of a new family with a completely fresh start was a big deal for me. But day after day, I saw little after little get adopted by loving new Amazon parents, while I remained behind. Finally, about a week after my arrival, some luck arrived. "So here we have our playroom; take a look around!" I looked up from what I was doing to see an employee giving a tour to an Amazon couple; I sighed as they scanned the room, looking past me at some of the other littles present. Once again, ignored... "MOM! Look at that one! He looks like me a bit!" I whipped my head toward the source of the voice to see an Amazonian boy of about 7-8 years pointing at me. The couple--his parents, obviously--turned and looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Honey," the mother said, "didn't you say you wanted to stay in the car?" "I got bored! But look, that one really does look a little like me!" I considered this for a moment or two; there was some slight coincidental resemblance. Brown eyes, fair unfreckled skin, straight black hair in a center part, sharp eyebrows, big-but-not-too-big noses. If not for the size and the lack of glasses, he could have been a photograph of me from that age. At that point, the couple finally seemed to notice me. "Oh! You're right! Martha, he DOES look like Brian!" Martha followed her husband's gaze to me... and if she hadn't held it in I'm pretty sure her squee would have deafened all living things within five miles of her. "EEEEEEEEE! Oh my gods, Ethan, he's sooooo precious! He's like a mini Bri-bri!" Her glee was so much she didn't remotely register the embarrassed blush on her son's face at the nickname. "Hewwo," I lisped, crawling over to them. "I T'aweb." "Caleb here," the adoption center employee said, translating my lisp, "is one of our best-behaved littles. An absolute sweetheart. And his adoption form stated a preference for a family with a sibling, too." This sent Brian into a high level of excitement. "Really?! Mom, Dad, please! I want a baby brother!" Ethan turned to his wife. "Brian seems sold, and so am I. How about you, dear?" "Oh, he's precious for sure. But... the name Caleb isn't my favorite. How does he feel about a new name?" To be honest, I had no problem with it. But that wasn't for me to say--that was for the adults, specifically the employee. "He's indicated no preference there. Feel free." The Amazon family all turned to look me right in the eye; for a brief moment I felt intimidated by the attention... until Martha spoke. "How about Bobby?" Bobby sounded fine to me. I smiled as cutely as I could--I was eager to finally get out of this place and into my new life. Thankfully, this got the point across perfectly. "Heh, Bobby it is! Come to mommy, Bobby!" I couldn't remotely remember a time when a single sentence filled me with so much joy. No, not just the sentence, the WORD around which the sentence was constructed. "Mommy". With no regrets and no fear, I crawled towards the arms that stretched into the playpen and allowed them to pick me up, eager to start my new life.

I make game music on commission, but it's sort of an inconsistent source of income. A recent client did say that she might consider selling the soundtrack, which would give me a good deal of income (assuming it sold well). I also am in the process of making an instrumental album of non-game music, so hopefully that will give me the opportunity to buy some more stuff than usual. Thanks for the advice, though--I'll have to check out fiverr

Sadly, I don't drive, and no thrift stores in walking distance. I live in the suburbs, too, so no public transit... There's a kroger's nearby, several blocks away, but I can make it. But I doubt I'll be getting anything "dirt cheap" there that isn't garbage-quality

I'm always short on diapers--atm I only have about 8 baby-themed disposables, total (plus a cloth), and no money to order more off the webs. I'm thinking of just going to a nearby store to buy some adult diapers and using the cloth as a cover for a babyish feel, but I don't know how many diapers I ought to buy just to make sure I have plenty to spare for "baby days" whenever I need them without fear of running low too fast. What sort of adult diapers should I look for (particularly ones that allow for a babyish feel), and how many should I buy at a time?

I'm pretty sure this is one of the first things that clued me into the fact that I wanted to be a widdle baby again

I'm so little that when I'm a baby I'm about as stupid as one. I don't think at all--in fact, I kind of can't--I just sort of "feel" (for example, how soft and fluffy Mr. Puff is and how nice it feels to rub him against my cheek, how fun it feels to wiggle my toes or just my whole body, etc). Which means it's difficult to "notice" or "discover" anything because my tiny baby brain can only pay attention to one little feeling at a time. When I go back to being big, I remember all the feelings and emotions, but since there aren't any real thoughts to speak of while I'm in the space there really isn't anything thought-wise TO remember. Although that in itself is sort of a discovery, I guess.

Basically, this idea was inspired by my current playthrough of New Horizons. Basically the idea is that when humans are offered a chance at island life by Tom Nook, what they don't know is that they are in fact going to be basically in a baby/pet role for all the animals on the island. The specifics are this: *Humans are rendered unconscious shortly after boarding the plane to the island; unbeknownst to them, during this time they are rendered completely incontinent and dressed in babyish clothes. *Upon arrival at the island, they are placed in the care of the animals (who take turns looking after them) until such time as a permanent nursery can be built for them. *While they are unconscious they are also given mental conditioning that creates uncontrollable urges to act "cute" and/or "babylike" at random; for example, if a human sees the Bunny Day character (forget his name atm), he/she may have the sudden and absolutely overpowering desire to hop around like a bunny and giggle, or something to that effect. *Humans are not allowed to change their own diapers, bathe themselves, or find or make their own food (they must either be bottle-fed or have food placed in front of them by their caretaker). If an animal gives them a command, the human must obey. *If the humans attempt to defy their control, they are given a tickle session until they wet themselves; the post-hypnotic trigger thus activated robs them of their intelligence, and when this effect is applied lost intelligence stays lost longer with each successive punishment. Three strikes, and your brain is turned to silly baby mush, and you truly become 100% helpless! This is not to say that humans are free to be treated poorly. Island management frowns heavily upon mistreatment and/or neglect of the island's human pet, and residents are encouraged to play with their human. All of the restrictions aside, humans are generally allowed to play and run around as they like. The focus of this RP would be on entirely harmless, non-sexual, non-humiliation and non-icky fluff. Basically, just a big cute fluff babyfest! This would be an open RP; the players would choose in advance what they would prefer to be: an animal, or a human. Islands can have multiple humans, but when the human house/nursery is built it is done so with the intention of housing all of the humans together. The RP would be open to anyone who wants to join in, so long as they post a character description here with the following format: CHARACTER NAME: SPECIES: GENDER: APPEARANCE:

I was thinking about buying the Safari kind but I'm worried about the glass construction. How likely is it that said glass will break if it falls off, say, a bedside table onto a hard floor?

What size is the onesie?

Once again short on diapees and spare cash, but now have preferences so I edited the OP to give more info.

I'm in Franklin (just South of Nashville). Feel free to PM me if you live nearby and want to hang out somewhere.

Chapter 4 (Final) Caleb sat in the playpen, thinking over the choice he'd just been offered as the female hypno left him to his own devices. On the one hand, the offer to allow him to go free if he didn't want this treatment seemed sincere, and he realized that he could easily feel embarrassment again if he desired to focus on it, which meant he was likely not under subtle control anymore. On the other, he worried that it might be a lie to give him false hope. After careful deliberation, Caleb decided to play their little game for the time being and at least pretend to be willing to try the treatment. Okay, first things first. I'm in a playpen, and babies play in a playpen. But the only things to play with are stuffed animals, and outside of the jynx's music making me think like a baby, I'm not sure I could genuinely be entertained by them... Caleb quietly groaned. He never thought of himself as the best of actors, but it couldn't be helped. He'd have to pretend to be entertained by the stuffed animals. Crawling over to the teddiursa plushie from before, he decided to give it as big a hug as he could. As he did, a feeling of relaxation washed over him; this wasn't like the hypnosis or the singing, though. He felt no compulsion to be relaxed, no fogginess, no strange tingling in the back of his head; something about it just felt comforting. After a few more minutes' hugging, he decided that he could work with this. Just because he felt good hugging that thing didn't mean he wanted to be a baby, but it did give him a way to more convincingly pretend he was enjoying himself. Now what do babies do when they hug and snuggle with plushies? Caleb asked himself, inadvertently hugging the plushie to help clear his mind and focus. Maybe a baby-like pose or something. Wrapping his legs around the plushie as he hugged it tighter, Caleb allowed himself to flop onto his back, his diaper on full display. To his surprise, something about the action made the experience even more relaxing. Perhaps it was the fact that wrapping his legs around the plushie increased the amount of soft comfy fake fur against his skin, like a fluffy blanket hugging him back. Combine that with his back and head having more contact with the soft, comfy quilt under him, and it was easy to understand why a certain degree of further relaxation came over him. As he pondered this, Caleb began to realize something about himself: he had always found that any activity that stimulated his sense of touch was relaxing to him. During the summer, he was more likely to be lying on his back in the grass or lounging about on a thick tree branch, feeling the warm sun on his skin than he was to be running around playing sports. He actually preferred sitting in trees, and he had a particular fondness for any branch large and long enough that he could comfortably stretch his body over it and not have it break, but flexible enough that it swayed juuuuust slightly in the breeze. All of the relaxing elements of such activities came from his sense of touch... just like the activity he was doing now. Hugging the plushie while lying down on a soft quilt meant that he was feeling softness over almost his entire body. Being rocked back and forth in someone's arms would definitely fall under that too... Caleb shook his head. No. He couldn't think that way. Yes, this was comfortable, but he could get that same comfort from the tree branches and the grass that he could get from this babyish activity, and with the bonus that he wasn't treated like an infant. There were definitely other elements of this treatment that he was sure he didn't really enjoy, not without the triggers and the hypnosis. He thought about just sitting in place to avoid temptation, but that thought went out the window as he realized that his caretakers would get suspicious if he didn't at least try to play. So he swallowed his pride and decided to make the most of this world of touch while constantly reminding himself that he didn't need to be a baby to find ways to satisfy that sense. On the other hand, that ursaring plushie is HUGE, Caleb thought as he observed a gigantic plush sitting in the corner of the playpen. The stuffed teddiursa was just large enough for a full-body hug at his current size, but the ursaring plush was about as large as the living caretakers. He could easily lie in its lap, or lean against it, giving it the biggest of hugs... and there was no branch or tree trunk in the world that could give him that experience. Caleb decided that it couldn't hurt to try. Turning over onto his stomach, he tried to carry the teddiursa with him as he crawled, but it was awkward enough that he decided to just hold its ear in his mouth as he crawled. The decision was almost unconscious, and he didn't even consider the fact that he had done exactly this while under the influence of the jynx's song. Upon reaching the stuffed ursaring, Caleb realized that his original estimation of its size relative to him was almost conservative, and a part of him delighted at how big it was as he climbed into its lap, taking the teddiursa in his arm as he leaned against the larger plushie. It was all he'd hoped for and more, and soon enough he was sighing happily and nuzzling his cheek against the wonderfully soft stomach of the gigantic stuffed pokemon, imagining it coming to life and hugging him back and holding him close as if he were its cub just like the teddiursa... The realization that his thoughts were tending toward actual enjoyment of this activity, and that his daydreams were likewise tending towards thoughts of babyish treatment, gave him some pause. He still refused to think that he would actively choose this life over his old one, but he had to admit that it wasn't all bad. And it was no longer as terribly difficult to think so. Maybe I could enjoy this a bit longer, Caleb reasoned. I'll find a snorlax or some other pokemon once I start on my journey and I can do this on the road, minus the diapers and the baby treatment. Enjoying this doesn't mean I won't enjoy being big more. After some time in the imagined embrace of the massive plushie, Caleb began to feel somewhat peckish. He didn't exactly need food, but something about the relaxing activity made him want a snack of some kind. Thinking back on his long summer days of lazing around on the grass or in the trees, Caleb realized that he almost always had a bag of chips or some other junk food to snack on as he did so. Unfortunately, there was only one sort of food available to him here, and that food was also a drink. He wasn't truly afraid of enjoying it too much and losing his desire to be big anymore—he still fully intended to go back to his normal life—but he also figured that babies were likely restricted in their feeding times, and that any request for a light snack would be rebuffed on the grounds that it wasn't yet dinner time. So he bit his lip and tried to ignore the desire. A few minutes later, however, the want grew enough that he decided to risk asking, even though he knew the request would be turned down. “Um... Auntie Milk?” Caleb spoke up, still attached to the ursaring. The milktank approached the playpen with a smile. “What is it, widdle baby Caleb?” Swallowing his pride once again at the fact that he kind of liked the manner of address and the sickly-sweet tone, Caleb looked up at her. “I'm hungry... can I, uh, have some milk?” To his surprise, the miltank smiled and leaned over the side of the playpen with her arms stretched out. “Of course, widdle baby! You don't have to worry about asking. Cute widdle babies get milkies when they want milkies!” Caleb reached back to her, allowing her to pick him up and hold him against her udders. “Drink up, baby!” Caleb began to suckle, and soon enough he was greedily drinking to his heart's content. It really was delicious, and now he knew that the hypnosis and triggers had nothing to do with how much he liked it. He did have to admit that there wasn't quite anything like it outside of this life, and that as a big kid he wouldn't necessarily be allowed or able to gorge himself when he wanted, but he still maintained to himself that there was so much more to offer from being a big kid than from being a baby. It didn't matter, he could prove that to himself when they let him go. Before long, he decided he'd had enough and asked to be put back down where he was against the ursaring; once again, he was given what he wanted, and he relaxed back against its soft fluffiness, taking the teddiursa toy in arm again as he relaxed. His reverie was somewhat interrupted by the need to relieve himself; knowing that he had little other choice, Caleb decided not to fight it and just let it happen, and before he knew it he was completely soaking himself as he continued to relax in the embrace of the giant plushie. I wouldn't be able to just sit in a tree and do that, Caleb thought. I'd have to get up and find a bathroom, and then it would take forever for me to get comfy again in the tree—and that would be after climbing back to my spot. He also mentally noted that, yes, diapers were definitely comfortable. Bit by bit, to his surprise, he was less and less bothered by his current treatment. Even so, he continued to assure himself that once given the chance to return to being a big boy he wouldn't go back to this. After a while, though, the diaper began to get a little itchy and uncomfortable, and he knew that he'd need to be changed. At the same time, though, he wanted to continue snuggling... perking up, Caleb decided to give in to the inevitable. “Mommy! Daddy! My diapee's wet!” The former was the first to arrive, and as he was swept up into her arms he held on to the teddiursa toy so his comfort could remain. As his diaper was getting changed, he hugged the teddiursa tightly to reduce the embarrassment he could now feel again. “Aww, what a cute widdle baby, snuggling during changie-time!” Caleb blushed at the comment from his 'Mommy', prompting her to frown. “What's wrong? Do you not want me to talk like that to you?” Something about the way she said it seemed knowing, though, as if she already knew what the answer was going to be. And she was right. Because as embarrassing as getting changed was at the moment, being praised and complimented in such a babying tone of voice was... nice. “Umm... no. Could you... could you keep talking like that? It... it makes me feel less anxious about this.” Evidently everyone had heard the request, because soon enough he was surrounded by all of his caretakers, cooing at him and calling him an adorable baby who loves his stuffy and who loves getting his diapee changed. With every ounce of praise, Caleb's embarrassment over the process faded; after all, if they didn't think it was strange or odd, what was there to be ashamed of? Soon enough, he was placed in an equally thick cloth diaper, and he once again noted just how comfortable diapers—particularly super-thick cloth ones—were compared to underwear. There was something missing, though; in spite of carrying the teddiursa plush with him, he found himself longing for being able to imagine the furry arms of the Ursaring toy coming to life and holding him as he hugged it back... As the female carried him toward the playpen again, he spoke up. “Umm.... can you hold me for a while longer, Mommy?” “Aww, my widdle bitty baby wants to snuggle with his Mommy! Good widdle baby boy! Snuggle time for you!” Caleb couldn't help but giggle and smile as she hugged him tightly, adoring the feel of her fur against his skin and the feeling of being protected by her big, strong arms. The more he indulged in babyish things, the more he realized that yes, he did enjoy it, and that the ultimate decision wouldn't necessarily be as easy as he thought. He enjoyed the hugs and cooing. He enjoyed crawling around the playpen and hugging every stuffy he could find. And when he asked to be placed in the bouncer to try it out, he discovered that he enjoyed that, too. Finally, he felt drowsiness wash over him, and he knew it was time to be put in his crib. Once in it, though, he found himself unable to sleep well; the still-conflicting thoughts kept distracting him. Finally, he called out for help. “Auntie Song! Auntie Song! I can't sleep! I want a sleepy-song!” The jynx came without delay and began to sing a sweet lullaby; this time, Caleb didn't fight the psychic effect, instead welcoming it as he was softly lulled to sleep like a baby. He could decide in the morning. For now, he could simply rest. The next day, as promised, he was given the chance he had waited for. The chance to leave and return to his old life. Whatever power that they used to make him shrink and make him grow chubby was reversed, and he found himself wearing the same clothes he had worn when he was captured. With a strange mixture of relief and regret, he left for his home. Caleb tried to return to his old life as if nothing had changed, he truly did try. But everything kept reminding him of what he never noticed he had lacked. His parents were the worst; not only were they not overjoyed to see him back home, they honestly did not know anything had happened to him. As a matter of fact, they seemed rather annoyed that he had returned without a pokemon instead of finding one and going on a journey like everyone else. They even chastised him, claiming that he would rather laze around in a tree or a field all day than do what everyone else his age did, what they were supposed to do. Home did not seem like home. He tried to defy them by finding his old comfort spots, but tree trunks and grassy fields simply didn't compare to hugs and plushies. He tried to lose himself in comfort food, but nothing compared to warm milk. And when he felt the need to go to the bathroom, he felt annoyed that he had to quit whatever he was doing to do so, and almost felt afraid that he wouldn't make it in time. He found himself thinking again and again about his pokemon caretakers. With them, he'd be cooed at and praised and loved, and never be yelled at for not wanting to be something he didn't want to be. With them, he'd have hugs and snuggles and clothes and stuffies and diapees softer than any tree trunk to lie against or grassy field to lie in. With them, he could have Auntie Milk's wonderful milkies whenever he wanted. With them, he could wear diapees forever and never have to stop playing to go potty, and never have to worry that he'd leave a puddle somewhere and embarrass himself. That night, Caleb made up his mind. Climbing out his bedroom window and leaving all his belongings behind, he crept back into the woods to find his caretakers waiting for him. They didn't need to say anything. He said it for them. “Mommy, Daddy, Auntie Milk, Auntie Song, I wanna be a widdle bitty baby forever and ever. I wanna wear diapees and snuggle and huggle and drink milkies and hear silly songs and be told how cute and widdle I am. I don't wanna be a big boy ever again!” They all hugged him and cooed at him. He reveled in it, and before long he was back in the cutest and most babyish of outfits, chubby and tiny. But there was one thing left. “Mommy, Daddy... I don't wanna remember being a big boy anymore. I wanna stop thinking big boy thoughts. Can you take my big boy thoughts away forever?” They smiled, and took out their coins, and this time Caleb not only kept looking... he eagerly looked as closely as possible as the coins swung back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth... back... and forth... So soft. So small. So happy. So stupid. So dum-dum. So little. So safe. Back... and forth... back... and forth...

Chapter 3 The next day began similarly to the one before, albeit with some minor differences; Caleb awoke, wet (and this time, also messy) and was picked up immediately by mo—the female hypno. There was an “announcement” made of this, and like before he was praised incessantly for helplessly using his diaper as babies do. A small part of him enjoyed the praise, but the rest of him bit that down hard. A bath followed, and m—the female hypno once again joined him in the tub, though the others did not come into the bathroom with them this time. Unlike the previous day, he adamantly refused to play in the water even to reduce his own boredom. His pouting did not go unnoticed. “Is baby a pouty widdle baby? Aww, poor widdle baby! Let Mommy make it all better...” Before he could say anything, her arms wrapped around him and pulled him into an embrace, his back leaning against her soft, warm, furry tummy. He started to squirm, but suddenly she began to sway side to side, back and forth... back and forth... back... and forth... “Shh.... that's right, widdle baby. My widdle bitty baby. Mommy's widdle bitty baby. So safe and calm because Mommy's here. Shhh....” The words were spoken in a half-whisper that only added to the soothing feelings. “Just relax, my widdle bitty baby... feel my fur... feel the warm water... feel my big, strong arms... feel me taking you back... taking you forth... taking you back... taking you forth...” Back... and forth... back... and forth... Caleb sighed happily as he felt his entire body relax. His eyelids drooped a bit as his sense of touch seemed to increase, allowing him to truly feel how soft and warm her fur was, how warm and gently the water lapped at him, how big and strong yet gentle and safe her embrace was. But most of all, he felt the swaying motion that brought with it the same soothing sensation he got when he was held and rocked softly like a baby, or when he was shown the pretty, pretty, shiny coin that he even now found himself longing for, the back-and-forth shiny pretty light-filled coin that made him feel sooo good... His intelligence was unchanged, but he became physically docile enough that when his momm—the female hypno resumed washing him, he was unable to bring himself to resist or pout. “Good widdle baby. Gooooooood widdle baby. Just let Mommy wash you...” The soothing voice continued cooing at him, keeping him in his almost-trance until the bath was finished and he found himself wrapped up in a soft, warm towel. The reprieve from the trance didn't last, however, as his heightened sense of touch remained somewhat and allowed him to feel the unbelievable softness of the towel as he was rocked like a baby and carried back into the common area for his post-bath feeding. As usual, Aun—the miltank's milk tasted wonderful, and as he suckled at her udders he found himself almost wishing he could never eat physical food or drink anything else again, that he could only have this wonderful, warm milk forever. The feeling lasted until a few seconds after he had been pulled off the final udder. He was then carried over to the changing table by his d—the male hypno, who laid him fully naked on the table but did not immediately take out a diaper. Instead, his four caretakers all surrounded him and told him how adorable he was, how small and tiny and cute he was, how nice it was to lie there and not be embarrassed because babies had no shame. Once again, a part of him enjoyed the praise, and this time it was harder to ignore that part. After a few rounds of that, the male took out two diapers and held them up side by side: one was a disposable with the most babyish print imaginable, and it crinkled loudly at the slightest movement. The other was a cloth diaper, which had equally-babyish print. The latter obviously lacked crinkling sounds, but it looked so incredibly thick that he could've sworn there would be almost three inches between his butt and the ground. And yet it didn't look uncomfortable in the slightest... The male chuckled warmly. “What does my widdle bitty baby want? Does my widdle bitty baby want the crinkles, or the snuggles?” Caleb looked up at the male and realized what this was meant to do. This is to force me to ASK to be diapered. I'll be bum-bum nek—stark naked and stuck on this table until I ask to be put in a soft, fwuffy widd—in a diaper by my d—him. The fact that he had to censor babyish elements from his own thoughts, he realized, was not a good sign. Even so, he knew he had little choice in the matter, so after some deliberation he pointed silently to the cloth. “What does my widdle bitty baby want? Does my widdle bitty baby want the crinkles, or the snuggles?” The repeated question made it clear that he would need to verbally confirm that yes, he wanted to be put in a nice, soft, fluffy, comfy cloth diaper, all snug and—shaking his head to get rid of the encroaching actual desire for a diaper, Caleb spoke the words, adding in extra babyishness and a lisp in hopes that they would just plain get it over with and stop taunting him. “I... I want snuggews, daddy. Pweeze put me in my widdle baby diaper so I can get snuggwy-soft...” A pleasant tingling sensation occurred in his head as he spoke like that, forcing him to suppress a giggle as he was powdered and diapered. As he suspected, the cloth diaper was insanely thick—like sitting on a pillow—and amazingly comfortable. He wouldn't be able to stand up or walk—he'd have to crawl around like a real baby—but at least he'd no longer be naked on a table, and if he fell down he'd have a cushion. This reasoning in his head went by uncensored and unfought, as he was mentally focusing on getting rid of far more obviously babyish thoughts. Next came the clothes, and again he was given a choice: on the one hand, a drowzee-themed hooded shirt, made of very soft material and short enough that his belly button would be visible along with his thick diaper. On the other hand, a drowzee-themed hooded onesie of the same material that snapped under the crotch, which wouldn't show off his diaper as much but would make him look equally babyish. With careful deliberation, he chose the former, using the same baby lisp and phrasing and receiving pleasant tingles in his head, unknowingly being rewarded for baby talk and encouraging baby thoughts. Once dressed, he had to endure one more round of praise and cooing—and this time, he actually couldn't help but smile at the kind words and praise—before being placed in a playpen with various toys and stuffed animals. The floor of the playpen was a large quilt covered in baby print, and was as soft as the mattress in his—the crib. At first, Caleb didn't know what to do... until Auntie S—the jynx began to hum a wordless melody that flowed through one ear and out the other in a pleasant manner. It felt like the song was stuffing his head with fluffy pink cuddles, and he loved it so much he began giggling, falling back and kicking his feet in the air like a baby. As the song finished, the rush somehow remained, and soon enough he found himself crawling around, hugging the various plushies. One particular plushie in the shape of a teddiursa, became somewhat of a travel companion as he kept one ear in his mouth, suckling on it as he crawled in search of new friends to hug and snuggle with. Before he knew it, an hour had passed, and the effects of the song wore off leaving him with the realization that he had spent an entire hour in a daze, happily playing in babyland. Not good. As he slowly snapped out of it, Caleb caught sight of something dangling on his side of the playpen: a coin on a string. Looking up, he saw that all four of his caretakers were seemingly distracted by other things. Now's my chance! Maybe if I grab that thing I can use it to hypnotize them and make them change me back! Crawling over to the coin, he managed to take it easily, not questioning why either hypno would just leave it there. Looking it over, he noticed that it still had a fairly pleasant shine to it, and he found himself holding it and staring at it for a few more seconds before holding it up by the string and calling out. “Look at this!” The moment the four caretakers turned to look, Caleb began swinging the coin back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth... back... and forth... it was so pretty, so shiny, so wonderful... “Aww, the widdle bitty baby wanted to look at the pretty shiny coin!” Yes, Mommy was right, that was why he picked it up. He wanted to look at the pretty shiny coin because he knew it would make him feel good. “Such a cute and adorable widdle bitty baby! He wants to watch the coin go back and forth even more!” Auntie Milk was right. There was no feeling as wonderful as watching the back-and-forth coin. “My widdle baby wants to swing a pretty shiny coin just like his Daddy and Mommy!” Daddy was right. He wanted so much to swing the pretty shiny back-and-forth coin and make other people happy and shiny and back-and-forth just like he was happy and shiny and back-and-forth right now. He'd do that just like Mommy and Daddy. “Widdle bitty baby! Widdle bitty baby! Itsy-bitsy-teeny-tiny-widdle-bitty-diaper-baby boy!” Auntie Song was right. He was just a silly baby. The thought of the trigger alone turned him stupid again, wonderfully stupid. He loved being soooo stupid and dum-dum. No thinking. Just silly and stupid and dum-dum and happy. SNAP! Caleb awoke at the sound, still holding the coin in front of him which had mercifully stopped swinging. As the fog in his head lifted, he realized that he had been tricked into hypnotizing himself. His Mommy looked down at him. “You liked that, didn't you widdle baby? You liked how it felt to swing the coin and get all nice and fluffy.” “N-no...” Caleb shook his head, knowing full well how unconvincing he was. “Oh, but you did, widdle Caleb.” He stopped in his mental tracks at her use of his name. “How did you...?” “I'm your Mommy! I know all about my widdle baby boy!” She said, reaching down and tickling his exposed tummy, sending him into a fit of giggles as she took the coin from his hand. “You see, we've been watching you for a long time. We saw a little boy who got made fun of for not having a pokemon. The sad boy whose friends all left him behind. You didn't even really want to go on a badge journey, you only decided to try for it because everyone else had left for it, and everyone else in your village kept pressuring you!” Caleb was shocked. They really had been watching him. “But... why kidnap me?” “Because you don't want adventure, you want safety. You don't want action, you want to play. You don't want parents who are either working all day or asking you when you're going to go out and catch a pokemon to start your journey, you want a mommy and daddy who love you and are always there for you.” None of this was suggestion or hypnosis, Caleb realized. They were simple observations of his life combined with conclusions that the hypno had chosen to draw from them. “So you kidnapped me... because you wanted to help me?” The female nodded. “Of course! And believe it or not, you wanted this, too. Our psychic hypnosis is only a temporary thing with no long-term effects... unless, deep down, the target wants it. The fact that your head keeps filling up with happy cuddles on its own and the triggers still work is proof that you really do want to be our widdle bitty baby!” Caleb blinked. He didn't want to admit it, but this made perfect sense. That said, he still wasn't sure if he wanted to be like this forever. He had to think of some way to convince them to lower their guard, to think he was on the verge of submitting enough that they might take the risk of letting him go, thinking he would come back... “Um... maybe I do... but can I have the option to leave if I decide I don't want this to last forever?” The female smiled warmly. “Tell you what, you spend another day or so as our widdle baby—no hypnosis, no special singing, no triggers. Then we'll give you a chance to leave. If you take it, you can be a big boy again. If not, you stay as our widdle bitty baby forever!” He couldn't believe it. They were actually giving him a choice! Caleb told himself that he knew which choice he intended to make, but a nagging doubt held tight in the back of his mind...

Chapter 2 Back... and forth... feels... good... back... and forth... mommy... daddy... back... and forth... baby... ever... back... and forth... Wet. Wet. Wet. Caleb's eyes fluttered open; his brief calm was broken upon the realization that his experiences prior to his nap were no dream. He was in a diaper, in a sleeper, in a crib, in a nursery. He was the size of a baby, and chubby as one to boot. And for the life of him, he couldn't think of any way to escape; not for lack of trying, though. Something in his mind seemed to keep him from putting thoughts together whenever the subject of escape came up. So he tried something different: defiance. The hypnos had messed with his head, true, but surely it was all a matter of willpower... right? First, he focused on shame. He should be ashamed and embarrassed at wearing a diaper and being in a crib, treated like a baby. He should have been ashamed and embarrassed... but he wasn't. Then he tried to focus on fear. Fear was a natural response, a survival instinct that told you that you were in danger and needed to act to survive. He should have been afraid that he was kidnapped and trapped here, that he had been hypnotized and his mind messed with... but he wasn't. Just like the thoughts of escape, whenever he tried to focus on those emotions they fell apart. Finally, Caleb went to the only other emotion he could think of: anger. At first, it seemed to work; he definitely felt some level of anger, but the more he tried to increase it the faster it fizzled out. For all his efforts, he felt only the slightest ounce of bitterness, nothing more. But that small amount of bitterness, he realized, was a mental shield against further manipulation; the fact that some of it remained was proof that they couldn't force it from him completely. It wasn't much, but it would have to be enough until he could somehow get his thoughts back together. “Aww, is the widdle baby awake? Good morning, baby!” The familiar voice of the miltank drew his attention. Before he could speak or move, he was picked up and put over her shoulder. She bounced him around for a few seconds before patting him on the butt—something that felt good, almost good enough for him to forget his bitterness—at which point he realized something. “Well well,” the miltank said, “you're a wetsy baby this morning! What a good baby, making wetsies in your diapee!” I wet myself? And I didn't even know it until she patted me? The miltank chuckled and carried him out of the room. “I think we should let everybody know that you wet your diaper like the widdle bitty baby you are!” Caleb held onto his bitterness long enough to try to form words. “No, don't you—” “Everyone gather around the baby!” He was turned around and held with his back against the miltank's chest to see the other three pokemon—the jynx and the hypno couple—enter the room and gather around him, eyes on him. “The widdle bitty diaper baby,” the miltank said, “MADE A WETSY IN HIS DIAPER!” The other three erupted in applause and coos, none more enthusiastically than the two hypnos. “Aww, my widdle wetsy baby,” the female fawned, “Such a widdle wetsy baby! You did such a good job, making wetsies!” Her mate wasn't far behind. “Yes he is! Just the cutest, wetsiest baby in the world! Whooo's a wetsy baby? You are! Yes you are! And what a good baby you are for wetting your diapee!” Caleb was dead certain that if he were still able to feel embarrassment, he would have died of it then and there. But again, all he had was bitterness, so he pouted and tried not to think of how babyish his pouting must have seemed. A hopeless task considering the response it got. “Aww, the baby's upset that he didn't make stinkies too!” “No, no, he's sad that he didn't make even more wetsies!” “That's not it at all, the baby wanted to tell us himself how much of a wetsy-stinky baby he is!” He held on to his bitterness still, and once again attempted a response. “Stop! You're all wro—” “Oh! I know what the problem is~!” The female said knowingly. “It's all of the above! Isn't that right, my sweet... widdle... bitty... happy... silly baby!” The trigger did its job, and once again Caleb found himself as stupid as stupid could be, and happy to be that way. “Goooooood dum-dum baby! I think you still have some wetsies left in you, and maybe even some stinkies! Time to make wetsies and stinkies now, widdle baby!” Caleb giggled happily as he complied, the telltale hiss and warm wetness of pee accompanied by a squishing sensation against his bottom as he soiled himself at the same time. “Now, what did my widdle baby just do? Go on, widdle baby! You want to tell us sooo much what you did, because good babies do that all the time and you want to be the goodest widdle baby in the world!” I do! I want to be the goodest widdle baby in the world! Caleb gave a wide, idiotic smile, panting and wiggling and giggling excitedly as his mommy spoke; finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore! He had to tell everyone, he wanted to tell them! “I MAKE BIG PEE-PEE-POOPIE! I WETSY-STINKY! I GOOD WIDDEW BAY-BEE!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, eager for everyone to hear and know what a good baby he was! The applause he got in response was merely the icing on the cake... SNAP! ...and then he came to. The memory of what he had just done was fresher than the times he had been hypnotized previously, though it was still fuzzy. Worst of all, his bitterness had cooled off again, and he knew it would take time to get it back now that they had disrupted his thoughts with gleeful stupidity. There was little he could do now, except hope for a swift change as the diaper began to be very uncomfortable. Mercifully, he was handed to the female hypno, who placed him on the changing table and removed his sleeper and diaper before cleaning him off. The sound of running water from another room reached his ears, and when another diaper wasn't immediately put on him he knew why. “Bath time for baby!” The female carried him into a bathroom and sat down in a tub filled with soapy water, holding him with his back to her chest. The warm water, combined with her very soft and comfortable fur and her big, strong arms around him, all made him feel very small... but also very safe. The very fact that it made him feel both small and safe was a bad thing, and he knew it, but once again he was helpless to prevent it. The other three pokemon stood by the tub and cooed at him as the female cleaned him and washed him, reminding him endlessly of the role he had been forced into. As the bathing went on, Caleb decided to distract himself from the incessant babble by focusing on the water instead; he soon found himself using his hands to make little waves in the water, which gave him a rather peaceful feeling. This escalated before he knew it, resulting in him slapping his hands against the water's surface, giggling at the loud clap it made and the splashes it caused. By the time he realized he was playing in the water like a baby, the bath was done, and he was lifted out of the tub, dried off, then wrapped in a soft, soft blanket. Handed over to the male, Caleb found himself almost relaxing as he was rocked back and forth... back and forth... slowly... softly... gently... happily... back... and forth... The motion itself had a numbing effect on his mind, but it didn't reduce his intelligence. Instead, he felt a peace and calm fall over him. “You know why you feel so good, widdle baby?” The male cooed at him and smiled down warmly. “It's because you're being held in daddy's big, strong arms. Feel daddy's strong arms rocking you back... and forth... keeping you safe...” Caleb knew the suggestions were sinking in, but he couldn't stop it. After a few more moments, the male stopped and handed him over to the female, who laid him down on the table and finally put him in his new diapee—no, a new diaper. He tried not to think about how comfortable the thick padding was, and how much he almost welcomed being diapered. As soon as the diapering was done, he was once again passed around this time to the miltank who held him to her udders again. Knowing it was inevitable, and being honestly a little hungry, he put his mouth around one of the udders and began suckling. The taste was still wonderful, and her udders so warm and pillowy that he found himself hugging them tightly as he drank his fill just like the first time. And just like the first time, his eagerness to be fed like this increased with every glorious drop that trickled down his throat until the very last. Once again, he was handed over to the jynx—being passed around helplessly again and again started to bring his bitterness back a little bit—who placed him in a baby bouncer and set it moving before standing back... and singing in time to the bouncing. “Bouncy bouncy baby, bouncing up and down! Bouncy bouncy babies never ever frown! Little bouncy baby, loves a bouncy rhyme! Happy little babies love their bouncy bouncy time!” The song flowed into him and around him; it was like happy little butterflies flying into his ears and replacing his brain with fluffy pink cuddles. He loved every word of the song, every note of the melody, and as the jynx began to repeat it he found himself singing along with her! “Bouncy bouncy baby, bouncing up and down! Bouncy bouncy babies never ever frown! Little bouncy baby, loves a bouncy rhyme! Happy little babies love their bouncy bouncy time!” A new chorus came in, and he found himself listening, eager to learn the next part of this wonderful song. “You're just a baby! A bouncy bouncy baby! You love to sing a bouncy rhyme! You're so happy, happy happy happy when it's silly-billy-bouncy-baby time!” The song was catchier than any song he'd ever heard on the human radio, and he wanted to learn it so he could sing it! And when the chorus came back, he did just that, but with a twist: “I'm just a baby! A bouncy bouncy baby! I love to sing a bouncy rhyme! I'm so happy, happy happy happy when it's silly-billy-bouncy-baby time!” The whole song came back from the top, and soon he and his caretakers were singing it in unison, amplifying the effects right up to the end. And as soon as the song stopped, Caleb knew he'd slipped further when he felt almost disappointed that the song was over... and even more disappointed that he was no longer bouncing. The male and female hypno were holding on to the bouncer, keeping it still and smiling warmly at him. “If you want to bounce some more,” the female said, “tell us who we are!” Caleb was confused, and his bitterness returned with the confusion. “I don't want more bouncing,” he said, knowing how hollow the claim was, “and I don't know who any of you are beyond the ones who kidnapped me!” Silence was the response, and the warm smiles didn't change. They were clearly pretending he hadn't spoken at all. “Look, I don't know your real names, except for the miltank and the jynx being Milk and Song.” The two pokemon in question leaned in and smiled expectantly as well, holding the bouncer steady as well. In fact, all four were holding it down, and Caleb realized that the moment they stopped, it would bounce sooo much... Suddenly, the part of him that wanted more bouncing was much stronger. He tried to fight it. He really did. But soon he was wracking his brain, trying to figure out the answer to the riddle so he could feel the bouncing again. Finally, he had it. The answer they were looking for. “You're my mommy,” Caleb said, pointing to the female, “and you're my daddy.” “And who are you?” He sighed, knowing where this was going but eager to indulge in what would be a guilty pleasure had he been able to feel guilt over it. “I'm your baby.” “Again! Who are we, and who are you?” “You're my mommy, you're my daddy, and I'm your baby.” “Again!” Caleb was growing genuinely upset and bitter that they were continuing to do this and denying him the joy of bouncing. This time, he said it louder, and with more desperation and feeling. “You're my mommy, you're my daddy, and I'm your baby!” “One more time and you get a bouncy!” That was all it took, the offer of relief. “YOU'RE MY MOMMY! YOU'RE MY DADDY! I'M YOUR BABY! PLEASE BOUNCYYYY!!” Boing! The four let go of the bouncer and he was going up-and-down once again, happy to get his newest fix. The singing began again, and once again he found himself singing along. This went on for some time, at which point he found himself once again wet. After another changing and another feeding, as well as a round of tickling and snuggling, he was placed back into the crib and sent off to slumberland to the tune of the mobile and the lullabies. As Caleb drifted off, he knew he was losing. And he knew that if he kept losing, he'd be lost.

Chapter 1 Caleb strolled through the forest, pokeball in hand. Today was the day, the 15-year-old mentally told himself, the day he finally, finally caught a pokemon of his own. Every other kid from the town had found one and started their journey years ago, and Caleb hated feeling left behind. A rustling in the nearby bushes alerted him to the presence of a pokemon. Stepping back cautiously in case it was dangerous, he saw a hypno slowly emerge from the greenery; Caleb smiled. “Wow! Talk about luck!” He raised his arm to throw the pokeball... only for something to catch his eye and distract him. It sparkled in the sunlight, and slowly began to move back and forth... back and forth... back and forth... Caleb slowly realized that the sparkling item in question was the hypno's coin. A part of him warned him not to look, that he'd be at the pokemon's mercy... but the more he watched, the more he questioned that voice. It's so pretty... so shiny and sparkly... maybe... maybe I should be at her mercy... I want to be at her mercy... I want to watch the pretty shiny sparkly coin and be at her mercy... Caleb didn't even register that he somehow knew the hypno was female. A smile slowly formed on his face as he sighed happily, relaxing every muscle in his body, his thoughts forming into a mantra repeated in time to the swinging coin. Back... and forth. O...bey. Back... and forth. O...bey. Back... and forth. O...bey. Back... and forth. O... bey. “Hyp... no... hyp... no... hyp... no... hyp... no...” Caleb's smile widened, too enraptured to realize that he, not the pokemon, was saying “hypno”. The mantra changed slightly as the hypno responded in a calm, soothing voice. “Hypno, no... hypno hyp hyp no, hypno hypno. Hyp hypno hypno!” To Caleb, the meaning was clear. <“Good job, little one... you're doing soooo good, watching my pretty coin. What a good boy you are!”> “Hyp... no... hyp... no... hyp... no... hyp... no...” Back... and forth... little... one... back... and forth... so... good... back... and forth... pretty... coin... back... and forth... good... boy... <“That's right, little one. Be a happy boy. It's silly-dum-dum time for you. You want to be sooo stupid and dum-dum, just a dumb little boy...”> Caleb could feel his intelligence slipping away, making him dumber and dumber. He was going to be very stupid indeed... and he couldn't wait. No more thinking, no more smarts, just empty-headed bliss. He'd be as dumb as a toddler. Back... and forth... little... one... back... and forth... Dum... dum... Back... and forth... little... boy... <“Aww, my baby is getting soooo stupid! Just a stupid baby... a happy baby... time to wet yourself, happy baby... you'll be soooo happy when you go pee-pee for mommy...”> No, not dumb as a toddler, dumb as a baby. Even better! Back... and forth... stu... pid... back... and forth... ba... by... back... and forth... hap... py... back... and forth... pee... pee... Caleb's pants quickly became utterly soaked as a near flood of pee came out, the sound hissing loudly as he sighed in utter happiness. He was happy because he made pee-pee for his mommy like a good little baby. <“Aww, my widdle baby made his first wetsy! I'll stop the coin and snap my fingers soon... when I do, you'll get your big boy thoughts back, but you won't be able to refuse anything I say, no matter how much you want to... and whenever I say 'silly baby', you'll be sooo stupid again...”> Caleb nodded, his smile not wavering. SNAP! “Wh... what? What happened?... Wait... I'm wet?!” Caleb tried to cover himself up in embarrassment, but a voice interrupted him. “Now now, babies don't feel shame! Take your pee-pee-pants off and be nakey for mommy!” Caleb suddenly realized that the hypno was talking, and he understood it. “No way—what?” His shock at his new comprehension was quickly eclipsed by how fast he was removing his clothes, tossing them aside until he was completely nude. He tried to cover himself up, but his body refused to do so. His horror only increased when he saw the hypno put the coin away and hold up something else: a very thick diaper covered in pictures of baby pokemon smiling happily in one hand, a bottle of baby powder in the other. “Good baby! Now lie down for mommy and let me diaper you!” His body once again obeying against his wishes, Caleb laid down on his back, the soft grass tickling his naked flesh as the hypno approached and covered his groin and butt with lots and lots of powder before putting him in the diaper. Its thickness was so great that Caleb knew he wouldn't be able to stand up, let alone walk. And yet, it wasn't uncomfortable... in fact, it was very comfortable... he shook off those thoughts as best he could. “Stop, I'm not a baby!” “Yes you are! You're just mommy's little baby! Aww, you look soooo cute!” “No, I'm a—” “Baby.” “I'm—” “A baby, that's right! What a good baby, you know what you are!” “STOP! I'M NOT A BIG BOY, I'M A BABY!” Caleb's eyes went wide as he realized what he'd just shouted, almost reflexively. The hypno just smiled, and with a wave of her hand, he felt himself floating in midair, suspended by her psychic powers. “Good baby! Time to come home with mommy.” Wearing nothing but a diaper, Caleb could do nothing as he floated helplessly along behind the hypno; as they passed through the forest, he tried to think of an escape plan... “Silly baby! You're too stupid and little to plan anything! And you don't ever want to escape from mommy!” A flip switched in Caleb's mind at the trigger word and the goofy smile returned. Heehee! Why would I want to run away? I'm happy to be sooo dum-dum! I like being a stupid dum-dum widdle baby for mommy! His cheer was so great he giggled happily like a baby, kicking his feet in the air as he floated along. Soon, they arrived in a clearing with a shimmering wall of light; passing through it revealed a large building painted in bright, soft colors, with a sign reading “Poke-nursery” above the door. The hypno walked in, followed swiftly by Caleb, who was soon deposited in a playpen. SNAP! Coming out of the trance once again, Caleb looked around, startled by his new surroundings. Strangely enough, he vaguely remembered something about his trance, though it was fuzzy like a fading dream... “Welcome to your new home, my sweet little diaper baby boy!” He looked up at the hypno, who was smiling warmly down at him. Before he could speak, she waved her hands, and he found himself shrinking down, his diaper shrinking with him. Though his appearance and physical age remained the same, he was now the size of an actual baby. Caleb didn't have much time to panic about this, as a few more pokemon approached; one was a hypno—this one male—accompanied by a miltank and a jynx. The male hypno smiled at him as well and spoke, and once again Caleb found himself understanding every word. “Hello, baby! I'm your daddy!” the male hypno said; gesturing to the miltank and the jynx, he continued. “These are your other caretakers, and they'll help us take good care of you! Meet Auntie Milk and Auntie Song!” The latter two cooed at him, talking to him in baby-talk as one would do toward an actual baby. Caleb had never felt more humiliated in his life, and blushed considerably... “Ah ah ah,” Mommy—no, the female hypno chided; “babies don't blush because babies aren't ever embarrassed!” He felt his embarrassment fading away rapidly, and was left not knowing what to feel about his current situation. His confusion increased as the miltank approached an picked him up, holding him against her udders. The miltank smiled down at him and spoke in a cheerful, playful tone, the kind meant for the smallest of infants. “Time for milkies, widdle baby!” No. That was a step too far. He shut his mouth tight and turned his head away, only to be pressed tighter against the udders. “Let Auntie Milk feed you, baby.” As the order came in, he found his mouth opening wide to allow one of the miltank's nipples to enter, and against his will he began suckling. To his surprise, the milk tasted good. No, not good; it tasted absolutely wonderful, and soon he found himself hugging the pokemon's soft, warm midsection tightly and suckling hungrily, eager for more. When one nipple went dry, he felt almost disappointed... until the miltank guided his head toward another. This time, he didn't hesitate, and in fact shoved his mouth onto the nipple with an almost desperate need. This process repeated until he had drunk from all four udders. The miltank then handed him over to the jynx, who cradled him in her arms like a baby. Caleb quickly realized that the milk had a physical effect on him; no longer was he lean and fit. Instead, he was chubby, his baby fat having returned. He squirmed in the jynx's arms, until she suddenly began singing, rocking him slowly back and forth as she did so. “Time to wet, baby boy! Time to wetsy-wet! All your shame and all your worries, you will soon forget, when you wetsy-wetsy-wetsy-wetsy-wet!” The song was soothing; Caleb had never heard anything so beautiful in his life. He barely noticed as he helplessly soaked his diaper, a loud hissing noise accompanying the swelling of the diaper. The hypno's earlier suggestion held on, preventing him from feeling embarrassed at the wetting... or was it the song? Either way, he felt absolutely no shame or worry at it, even though he knew he ought to be frightened. “Good baby,” the male hypno cooed, “time for a changie, then it's beddie-bye-sleepy-time for our widdle baby!” The jynx carried him over to a changing table, and the male hypno began to remove his wet diaper and change him into an equally thick one before putting a baby blue footed sleeper on him and picking him up. Caleb could do nothing as he was carried to a crib and laid down gently. He didn't think he could sleep at all. This entire situation was too much for him to handle. Then the mobile was sent spinning, a soft lullaby tinkling from it; this wouldn't have worked on him if not for the fact that all four pokemon began singing to him, the jynx's power amplifying the psychic effect on him. Caleb yawned heavily, and found himself laying down on the soft, soft material as a baby blanket was draped over him, and before he knew it he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Sadly, no. This would be focused on the littlest definition of "little".

The enemies aren't other littles, they're non-littles that you're trying to convert. Thus, you won't be fighting anyone wearing diapers. That said, thickness/absorbency could play a role in the "control points" system; if a party member's diaper is "full", they lose a ton of control points for every turn they don't let their teddy change them (which itself takes one turn). Considering how you'd lose more than one turn to regen your lost control points if they drop to zero, this would provide additional challenge by having CP be its own separate meter. As for the spell level idea, a first-level mind-affecting spell might just involve a laser pointer-type effect to distract an enemy/interrupt them and only do minimal CP damage, but they'd cost less than, say, a 7th level spell that flood their minds with images of rattles, diapers, teddies, etc. and wrecks their CP but costs a ton. Which is basically just a fancier way of saying it uses the same "Fire --> Fira --> Firaga" tier system of spells that Final Fantasy generally uses (hey, if it ain't broke don't fix it). With regards to the rest of your post, I thought of an interesting way for CP to work with combat gameplay and the class system in general; casting classes would have less HP but more CP, and spells attack the enemy's CP (reduce that or their HP to zero, and you get a new convert). Non-magic classes can only attack HP (no magic, though they have some abilities), while magic classes can only attack CP. There could be in-betweeners that can attack both, but are less effective than specialist classes. Some ideas for spells: Distract --> Regress --> Babify: 1st tier uses a bright light to distract an opponent, preventing them from using a special attack that round. 2nd tier adds more colorful lights to distract and deal minor CP damage. 3rd tier floods their mind with hypnotic color displays and babyish imagery to prevent all actions by an opponent for that round and deal minor-to-moderate CP damage. Show-Off: Flaunt your super-comfy diaper and tell the enemy how wonderful diapers are (with a bit of added magical influence), dealing more CP damage to opponents with >50% CP. Ball --> Big Ball --> Ballpit: 1st tier: conjure up a bouncy ball and launch it at one enemy. 2nd tier: conjure up a larger bouncy ball and launch it at one enemy. 3rd tier: A rain of multicolored ballpit balls deals damage to multiple enemies.

I just looked at it; while this is a video game (RPG Maker is a program that lets you make video games) and not a TTRPG, I think the "hidden attributes" system might provide an interesting gameplay mechanic. The more babyish and adorable you and your party dress, the more powerful your magical ability to convert people through conversation (I've come up with an idea for the system there) will become, but you run the risk of losing "control points" in combat at a faster rate, and if a party member loses all control they'll become too mentally regressed to fight and be removed from combat for a turn or two while their teddy cares for them and they recover their mind. As for the "conversation conversion" system (really need to think of a cool name for that), my idea is this: you have a "persuasion meter" or some sort of indicator that shifts and changes over the course of conversation. If the meter gets "high enough", congrats, you've won a new convert. If it gets too low, prepare for battle! There is a magic spell that can influence their mind to make them more willing to be babified, but if you use it too much they'll realize you're messing with their heads and attack automatically. I've also gotten some ideas on how the "conversion" of the world will spread. You start out in the player's hometown, then after the tutorial is done you will have automatically converted the entire town to your way of thinking, and suddenly the place is a super-babyish nursery/playground/babyland area with teddy guardians caring for the adorable new littles everywhere. In order to convert new places, you need to take them over section by section via converting individuals. For example, one city might have three zones to it, each with five or six "potential converts"; in order to take over that zone, you need to convert all of those potentials, and once that's done the zone will be taken over and everyone who lives there will join your new world. New party members can be recruited from a pool of converts in each city; you can only have so big a roster of backup party members at a time. You can only have five total party members (including the main character) in your active party at a time, and your character ALWAYS has to be in the active party. With most battles, the opponent will automatically be converted upon a victory, but there is an exception: in each city there is a "super convert" that you need to battle to convert, and rather than them automatically being converted to your side after you win you have to go through the "post-battle mind manipulation" aspect that I mentioned in the OP. During that aspect, you trap them in a dream sequence and manipulate the events in the dream to convince them that they totally want to be a widdle baby and help everyone be just like them. Succeed, and you get a party member with significant advantages over generic converts! Fail, and they resist to the point that you need to totally littlefy their minds, leaving them far too silly and dum-dum to help you convert the world.

Gameplay-wise, you have a point. Perhaps a class system where you can choose/change a character's class/role? As for the story, well, this IS meant to be an AB-themed game, so to some degree it should have some focus on that theme. That being said, you also have a point about not letting that get in the way of a good story. As for the protagonist, my view is that the player can influence the motivation and personality of the main character by way of choices (persuade/fight and brainwash), regular dialogue exploring why the protagonist is doing this (revenge on a world that rejected them? Actual desire to create a utopia? Some other motivation?), and the nature of the world you're making reflects those motivations. Darker motivations and methods make things end up creating a world that highlights the negative (loss of freedom and free will, etc.) while lighter motivations highlight the positives (no war, no hunger, everyone is cared for), and certain other choices might end up creating a third option--a world where people who already identify as little are accepted for who they are rather than forcing it on everyone else. In other words, while the protagonist would definitely be seen as a villain to others in-universe, their actual nature is up to the player to decide. Perhaps they're out for petty revenge on the world. Perhaps they're a Knight Templar of sorts trying to force a utopia on the world. Or perhaps they're just misguided and--whether they realize it or not--are simply trying to find a way to be accepted.

I was thinking about my "Teddy World" story thread when an idea for a unique ABDL-themed RPG Maker game popped into my head. The idea is thus: You, the player, are a closeted little whose parents rejected them due to finding your stash of diapers and baby stuff. Running away, you find a strange teddy bear that promises to help make a world where everyone can be a little, a world where teddies like him will care for everyone in a happy babyland utopia forever; the teddy then becomes your "teddy guardian", and you get an adorable new babyish outfit with a magic rattle-wand to help you achieve this goal. If this sounds a little morally ambiguous, yeah, that's the idea. Basically, your character chooses to do so, and rather than straight-up fighting, you solve confrontations by either (a) using persuasion to convince people that they'd be so much happier in a world where everyone was babied, or (b) through combat; after defeating an opponent in combat, you can go into their mind and manipulate them into wanting to be little like you. Every time you do so, they get magically diapered and "little-fied" and join your party, each new party member getting their own "teddy guardian". The more you convert, the more the world becomes a magical babyland, and if you succeed all mankind will live forever in a carefree nursery world, cared for by their loving teddies. Again, if this sounds like you might be the "bad guy", that's kind of the idea; moral ambiguity! Who knows, maybe the world will be better off... The teddies would be like summons, increasing your power in combat or helping you defeat those silly-billies who don't realize just how wonderful being a widdle baby is. What do you guys think?

This is sort of an embarrassing question, but I figured it was a good idea to seek counsel here. I've been suffering from hemorrhoids the last few days, and while they've started to go away I also feel the need to regress and de-stress by embracing my little side. The problem is, my little side is a baby, and diapers are necessary for the full effect. My question is, will wetting the diapers cause the hemorrhoids to get worse?

I was looking through ABU diapers and couldn't find anything of the products I really wanted that were in my size (L). There were a number of XL, but I was wondering if that would even work? Has anyone bought oversized diapers before and had them work?