forever21months

Thank you! I hope for some more hypnosis in the next few days so I'll gladly share it when it happens. Provided it's relevant to this of course. There will be some sessions that have nothing to do with diapers or ageplay at all, so they probably won't make it here.

Author's note: This story is based on real events that happened to me recently after my wife/Mommy decided to take up hypnosis. She has hypnotized me a few times. I may write more later if something else noteworthy happens, but since that would be based on events that haven't happened yet I don't know if there will be any more. I guess she’s going to hypnotize me again. That’s fun, I love it when she hypnotizes me even if I never go under. Hypnosis isn’t real, I know that, it never works. But she’s right, it WOULD be nice to relax. Honestly, I know I’m just grateful that she’s trying at all. She’ll get better the more she tries, that’s what’s important. She’ll never get better if she doesn’t try! She’ll still probably never hypnotize me because either hypnosis isn’t real or I can’t be hypnotized. But I enjoy the game and spending time with her. She says when she boops my nose I’m going to drop. I’m not going to drop because I can’t be hypnotized. I’ll drop my body because that’s what she told me to do and I want to make her happy. I’ll relax my mind because that’s what I want to do and what will make me happy. But I’m doing it all on my own. I’m not hypnotized. Now she’s doing the whole thing over again. A tickle on the face, a kiss on the forehead, a boop on the nose. I relax even more because she told me that’s what would happen. Even though I’m not hypnotized I should do what she tells me to do. I want her to be happy. She won’t know that I am imagining it but she doesn’t have to. She tells me my arms are going to feel heavy. Probably not really but I’ll imagine them feeling heavier just to go along with it. I’m really good at convincing myself I feel them getting heavier. At least there’s that, I’m good at pretending to be hypnotized. Even if I can’t be hypnotized. I don’t want to move my arms at all. I’m imagining them being heavy because I was told to. I know they’re not heavy but I made them feel heavy because she said so and it would make her happy. But how would she know if my arms are heavy? It doesn’t matter. Make her happy and do what she says. Even if I’m not hypnotized. Because I can’t be hypnotized. She’s telling me that my thoughts are going to go into a box. That would work if I was hypnotized but alas I can’t be hypnotized. I can’t get them out of the box, she says. I’m sure I could. I’m not gonna try because I don’t want them anyway. They can stay in the box. That will make her happy. That will make me happy. Wait, isn’t that what hyp YOU’RE TOO LITTLE TO SWEAR I guess I zoned out for a minute. I might have gotten bored. I need to pay better attention so I can act like her suggestions are working. I wish they did work, but I can’t be hypnotized. Oh maybe it’s my ADD, maybe that’s why I can’t be hypnotized. Oh it sounds like she’s about to bring me up. And she’s pulling me, wow, it feels like my arms are getting lighter. Huh, I can think clearly again. Not that I couldn’t before, because I wasn’t hypnotized because I can’t be hypnotized. My favorite swear word? I don’t really have one… even if I did I don’t think it would be right to say it out loud. I shouldn’t swear… Hmmm, why is she so happy that I wouldn’t answer her question? Why does she think that’s cute? I don’t know. I guess we’re going to do something different now. Ok, so all I have to do is tell her what hand is touching mine? Sounds easy enough, just reverse it… left, right, right, left… I guess it’s changing now. What hand she’s touching AND which hand of hers? Still not that bad. AND the number of fingers? Okay, that might be tricky but I’m really fast. I can keep up. Leftright 2, leftleft3, rightleft4… oh, getting faster… rightleft4rightright2rightleftleftrightrigh YOU ARE TOO SMALL TO USE THE POTTY WITHOUT PERMISSION WHEN I’M AWAKE I must have zoned out again. Maybe I should talk to her about the zoning out. She could do something to keep me focused, maybe. Oh I guess we’re going to take a break now. She’s offering me a sandwich, that’s so nice of her. She’ll be back in a minute, I’ll just sit here. Maybe I should go to the bathroom… Yes let’s just stand up and… I don’t really want to go to the bathroom though. But I need to! But no, I should… I have to… but no, I need to… Oh no, I’m not gonna be able to… I can’t wait… I can’t… Wait, she’s back! I can ask! “Mommy can I…oh no…” Too late. Why is she looking at me like that? She doesn’t look mad… but I just peed on the floor? Why wouldn’t she be mad? She actually looks… kind of happy…

If this is the end of this story, I want you to know that this was an absolute treat. I checked the site every day to see if it was updated. Up there with some of my favorite epics on this site. Well done!

The world came back into focus again like it had every other time and I bolted upright. "Subject altered..." was a very scary set of words to hear, especially since (I assumed) I was the subject in question! I looked down at my body and was slightly dismayed to see I was still wearing a diaper but at the moment I had more pressing concerns. I examined every visible part of my body and was relieved to find there didn't seem to be a hair out of place. I tested my arms and legs, turned my head both directions, flexed my hands, bent my knees... everything was in perfect working order. I never really had any expectation that they would have been changed as they had no bearing on what the voice seemed to call my "noncompliance." Finally, everything else having been tested, I opened my mouth and said "Testing, testing, does my voice work?" Everything seemed perfectly normal there too. "I guess it was just trying to scare me." I rationalized. Free of any worry about my body, I decided to try forcing another reset. All I had to do was say... words... right? Wait, which words were they again? What was special about them? I tried desperately to remember but was coming up completely blank. Ok, fine, all I had to do was remember the exact words I had said before and say them again. I thought and thought and finally a vague memory came to me. I remembered screaming really loud "Fu-" but the memory wasn't complete. It didn't matter though, as there's only one important word that sounds like that! I stood up, tilted my head back and proudly shouted "FUN!" I stood, silent, waiting... that worked before right? Why is nothing happening? Oh, right, it was the OTHER F-u- word... "FUNNY!" Nothing was working and I had no idea why. Wait... There was another word! A toilet word! That's it- that's the word I need! "PEE PEE!" Nothing happened. No freeze, no strange sounds, no odd feelings. Nothing. At first. As I was about to try another word I heard something I hadn't heard since I had been here. Straining to listen I could distinctly make out the sound of footsteps outside the door. They got closer and closer until whatever they belonged to stood right outside the door. As the knob turned I heard a woman's voice say "Did someone have an accident?" At that moment, everything froze again. As I stood there, waiting for blackness to consume me once more, I heard the mechanical voice again. CYCLE C1 PHASE 1 SUCCESSFUL. CONTINUING CYCLE C1. DATA SAVED.

The bars were certainly a new wrinkle and not a welcome one. They weren't the biggest surprise though, as looking down I discovered that the strange underwear I was wearing was gone. In its place was the unmistakable bulk and cutesie designs of a toddler's diaper! I was about to begin screaming out loud to any deity that would listen when I remembered the consequences of speaking and stopped. But wait... maybe it wouldn't be bad to reset things? This was definitely not an ideal situation. Last time things reset enough I was able to change the situation, albeit for the worse. Maybe if I could reset things enough I would eventually get to a state where I could get away, or maybe at least get answers about what was going on. It was as good a plan as any! I raised my head and proudly shouted "RESET!" and waited for the bottom to drop out of reality. Except... nothing happened. I looked around, hoping that maybe the effect was delayed. After a moment, I again yelled out "PLEASE RESET ME!" and yet... silence. Nothing was changing at all and worse, I was feeling that familiar nagging feeling that indicated my diaper... no, THE diaper wouldn't be dry for much longer. "OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE WOU-" I began, but I was interrupted by the familiar howling of reality swallowing me up again. Swearing! Swearing makes everything reset! My last thoughts as I passed out were my new plan. Rudimentary though it may be, I was going to swear myself back into reality. To think my mother always said profanity was never the best option... CYCLE B1 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE B2. I was going to try to do this as efficiently as possible. Who knows how long it could? If Quantum Leap was anything to go by I could be jumping forever. I woke up, looked around. No changes. "FUCK!" Blackness. CYCLE B2 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE B3. No change. "SHIT!" Blackness. CYCLE B3 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE B4. "ASSHOLE!" Again I was pulled under CYCLE B4 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE B5. "PISS!"... Nothing happened. I guess whatever was controlling reality didn't count that one. I'd be bringing that one up to my mother if I ever saw her again. "FUCK!" This time everything went wrong. Time froze and instead of an inky blackness swallowing everything it all became engulfed in a bright red glow as if the room were on fire. SERIES FAILED! DELIBERATE NONCOMPLIANCE DETECTED. SUBJECT ALTERED TO REMEDY NONCOMPLIANCE. COMMENCING SCENARIO C1. That's probably not great. I thought as the red room was again swallowed by black nothingness.

Thank you! One of the biggest challenges for me is always picking my style and keeping in it so that's a huge compliment for me!

...COMMENCING CYCLE A5 Wake up...Check Sun...Check Strange room... strange underwear... need to pee... check check and check. I sat on the bed, stone silent. As far as I could tell, despite it making no realistic sense my day was restarting every time I woke up. But why? And why did I randomly keep blacking out? As I reflected, I had an epiphany: every time I had spoken, I blacked out immediately! Until I figured out what was going on I would have to remain silent. My suspicions were more or less confirmed when I was still sitting there 5 minutes after hearing the car horn. However, at about this time I realized that the tingling in my bladder was back and I really really had to pee. I knew that the door was locked but I silently walked over and gave it a try. After it predictably failed, I knew I had 2 options. Either I was to wet my pants or I would need to relieve myself somewhere else- not really much of a choice. I walked to the far corner of the room and gripped the strange underwear I was wearing and began to pull it down. Immediately the world broke again. As my body began to fall into its now familiar pseudo coma, I heard the booming voice again. This time, however, the message was different. CYCLE A5 FAILURE. SCENARIO DEEMED UNSUITABLE. ALTERING SCENARIO FOR OPTIMAL RESULTS. INSERTING ALTERED PARAMETERS. COMMENCING CYCLE B1. I awoke again. As I regained my composure this time, I was delighted to instantly see that something had changed from my last 5 awakenings! However, I was much less fond of what that change actually was. Not knowing what else to do, I reached out and grabbed two of the massive wooden bars that now surrounded my bed.

Hello everyone! I'm a long time ABDL and lover of the many stories that this fetish/lifestyle/hobby has to offer! I've wanted to dip my toe into writing for a while now. I call this story Cycles and it's... a bit unusual I guess? I've never been much of a writer due to ADD which makes sitting down and concentrating long enough to write quite challenging, but I'm hoping to mitigate that with the way I write this story. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to leave me any feedback you have. Just as a warning, it may take a while to get going! I awoke with a start. It was very unusual for me as I tend to be a heavy sleeper and almost always hit the snooze button. This was only the first strange thing to happen as I began noticing that things were not right at all. The first thing I saw was the smooth ceiling. My room has white popcorn ceilings and these were soft baby blue. Turning my head, I saw that the entire room was this shade. The color of the walls immediately fell off my priorities list entirely when I tried to push my legs together. I normally sleep naked, so I was surprised to find myself wearing a thick soft undergarment. Desperate, I racked my brain for answers. Did I go to a party last night? Did I fall asleep at a friend's house? Was this a one night stand? If so I hope she was cute. Realizing that I would never find the answers to these questions from my position in this bed, I stood up and looked around. The room was empty save for the bed, a window and a door. After a quick peek under the bed I saw that my clothes were nowhere to be found in addition to my phone, wallet and keys. I had nothing but this strange underwear. In the distance I heard a car honking twice and someone shouting something in a language I couldn't understand. At this point, I realized I had to go to the bathroom. With nothing else to do and no one to explain my situation, I stood up and walked to the door. Grabbing the knob, I turned but it seemed to be stuck. I fumbled with it a few more times before realizing that it was locked. Frustrated and growing a little scared, I rolled my head back and said aloud the question that any sane person would be asking. "What the fuck is going on?" As soon as the words left my lips, all hell broke loose. I began to feel incredibly tired, my legs got weak and I tried to stumble back to the bed to catch myself. As I was beginning to fall onto it, everything went black I heard a booming, slightly mechanical voice speak so loudly it shook. It was the last thing I heard as I lost consciousness, saying CYCLE A1 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE A2. I awoke with a start. Once again I found myself in a baby blue room with strange underwear on. I sat up and looked around, trying to find any semblance of an answer about what was going on. It seemed like almost no time had passed based on the sunlight entering the room. I assumed it was still morning. I buried my head in my hands and tried to figure out what could possibly have happened to put me in this situation. After a moment, I heard a car honk twice and someone shouting something in a strange language. It sounded like he was saying "Oba goba gabla." Drivers here must be awful! I thought. Am I in New Jersey? Realizing I still had to pee (thankfully no worse than before) I looked over at the door. "This better as fuck work this time, or something's seriously wrong." I muttered. Immediately I was overcome with the same horrible feeling that led me to passing out last time. As I began to go under again, I distinctly heard the voice again. CYCLE A2 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE A3. I awoke with a start. Same room, same time of day, same weird underwear. My thoughts immediately turned to my health. What's going on? Why do I keep passing out? What's this voice I hear? I ignored my slight need to pee as I went over a checklist of everything that had happened to me. Finally, I came to the conclusion that I must be having some kind of seizures and dissociative episodes that made me hear voices. I knew that I needed to find my phone and call an ambulance fast before they got worse and I stopped waking up. In the distance, I could hear a car honk twice. As I was about to pass judgement on the horrible drivers in this area, I heard the same voice. "Oba goba gabla!" A very strange thought passed through my mind, but I immediately rejected it as insane and instead went with the much more rational conclusion. "The drivers here are really shitty, huh?" The feeling returned and the strength left my body. CYCLE A3 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE A4. I awoke with a start, but didn't open my eyes. The crazy thought returned to my mind and I felt like I had no choice but to entertain it. I lay there, in the bed, listening, praying I was wrong, praying I wouldn't be able to validate this frankly ridiculous idea. I was disappointed. Honk! Honk! "Oba Goba Gabla!" "SHIT!" I yelled as the feeling returned and the world went dark. CYCLE A4 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE A5. (To be continued as ADD permits)

There's a youtube channel called ABDL Play time that has a lot of them. Some are two mashed together or the same one looped multiple times but it isn't bad.