Hypnosis at CAPCon

[TheKyleMovie]

Klein woke up and ripped the headphones off his ears. To his disappointment, when he reached down to grab his diaper, he found it completely and utterly dry.

“Come on!” he cried. In frustration, Klein banged his fists on the bed and tilted his head back in anguish. Another failed tape, another failed night, another dry diaper.

Klein had been into diapers for as long as he could remember. He had started out small of course, sneaking depends from the grocery store and the usual stuff you hear about from people. He had then evolved into buying from sample stores and then from the larger companies like Tykables and Northshore.

But as long as he could remember, he had one specific fantasy, one specific state of mind he wanted to be in. Klein dreamed of being a bedwetter.

There was something delicious about completely losing control completely unable to control yourself and waking up with a soaked wet diaper, squishy and warm - the ultimate sign of regression.

This is why, for the past several years, Klein had gone to every single hypnosis vendor he could think of to make his vision a reality.

The journey was difficult of course. No one wants to admit to themselves that they want to return to bedwetting like a child. And many people offered hypnosis files. Klein had gotten used to the process by now. He’d receive the file on his alternate email address, download it to his phone and eagerly go to bed at night waiting for the magic to happen. Sometimes, a male's voice would remind him in soft tones that he needed diapers. In other recordings, it would be an aggressive woman telling him just to “relax” and “let go” because his diapers would protect him.

But each time Klein would wake up dry. Utterly dry. Completely dry.

Granted, Klein had tried drinking a ton of water before bed, so much water he’d feel it sloshing around inside his stomach every time he turned over in bed. He’d pull the diaper tapes tight and fall asleep on his back, his legs spread out slightly, willing himself to wet. But each time, he’d just wake up with pain in his abdomen a dry diaper, and an extremely hard erection.

Klein had even tried taking a sleeping pill, willing himself to just sleep through the wetting at night. But this tactic only resulted in him falling deep into sleep and the next morning waking up in a dry diaper and a painfully full bladder. Klein would then proceed to flood that diaper when awake, which defeated the point. Anyone can pee when they wake up in the morning, Klein would think bitterly.

Klein had bought books on the subject, reading them during breaks at work. The books were from people claiming they knew the secret to losing control overnight. Just loosen up your bladder during the day, train yourself to just use your diaper, the books all said after collecting his $9.99. But Klein wanted to be careful. Despite what many people said online, he had no interest in losing control during the day. Klein just wanted it at night. Klein wanted this his way. Besides, no one actually wanted to be incontinent.

***

It had been a few months since Klein had dragged himself out of his dry bed again, disappointed that he had not wet the bed. And now, at CAPCon, the annual convention of those who liked to wear diapers and have fun in those diapers, he was browsing the vendor tables.

The stuffy, medium-sized room had all sorts of vendors he had seen before. Clothing shops, furniture shops, and even writers who wrote mediocre ABDL fiction that told the same story repeatedly. After buying a pack of diapers from a vendor, a small table caught his attention.

The table simply said Stella’s Sleepys. It caught his eye because not only was “sleepies” misspelled, but there was a kind, fit-looking woman sitting behind the table reading a book.

Klein took a step closer and noticed she was wearing round glasses with dark brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders. The woman, whose name was no doubt Stella (it wasn’t Sleepies… that’s for sure) was wearing a simple army green tank top and a pair of dark blue jeans. At a glance, Klein noticed the book she was reading was a book on philosophy.

What was unusual was the table was completely empty, save for an envelope that just sat there bearing the number one.

“What does Stella’s Sleepys sell?” Klein asked casually, approaching the table and doing his best to sound nonchalant.

“This isn’t for you,” the woman said without looking up from her book. She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. “Move along.”

Klein laughed a little bit. “Oh, come on, What’s in the envelope?”

The woman laughed. “It’s not for you.” Stella turned the page in her book.

Klein grabbed the envelope and the woman protested as he pulled it open. Inside was a piece of paper with a code on it. Klein made a mental note of the random URL right before Stella grabbed the envelope from him. But Klein shivered when he caught the words: Bedwetter Files.

Klein’s heart skipped a beat.

Bedwetter Files?

“Is this a hypnosis file?” Klein demanded.

Stella closed her book and placed the envelope into her book as a bookmark. “Yes, it is.”

“Do you make them, is that was Stella’s Sleepy’s makes?”

“Yes, but it’s probably best if you move on. You don’t look like the type of person who wants this.” Stella did Klein a once over with her eyes and pushed her book into her bag.

“Hold on a second…” Klein held his hands up and gestured around to the convention around here. “Everyone here wants this.”

Stella stood up and leaned over the table, and looked closely at Klein. “That’s presumptuous.” Stella then walked around the table and leaned on it while looking Klein in the eye. She spoke quietly as if they might be overheard at any second. “Every year, there’s one person at CAPCon who thinks they want what's on this tape, but the reality is they don’t.”

“Hold on a second.”

But Stella continued speaking in an even tone, bulldozing over Klein’s protest.

“Different types of people too. Sometimes it’s guys and girls like you dressed in sweatpants and (Stella’s voice hovered over unapproving) t-shirts, other times, it’s the people in full onesies and thick diapers with pacifiers hanging around their necks. Each time they show up, tell me they want to lose complete control and before you know it before the weekend is over, they are begging me to help them get it back.” Stella blinked and studied Klein’s face.

But Klein was insistent. “They clearly don’t know what they want.” Klein was breathless as he tried his best to remember the URL in his head. “Trust me, I want this.”

Stella shook her head. “No, you don’t.” And with that, she picked up her bag, shoved her book inside and walked away.

***

Klein closed his eyes for a second, thought deeply, and proceeded to type in the URL and code from the envelope into his web browser. He was rewarded with the proper website meaning his concentration had paid off.

A warning popped up on his phone warning him that this hypnosis file was designed for people who wanted to lose complete control and that once losing that control, it would be difficult to regain it. There was more text that talked about how the creator bared no responsibility for what happens, blah, blah, blah. Klein had seen all of this before.

Had Klein been honest with himself, he didn’t expect this hypnosis file to work. They never worked. But Stella’s performance earlier had him shaking with anticipation.

Klein clicked to accept and noticed there were three levels of recordings on the screen. They seemed to be ranked from low to intense. The file marked intense had another warning next to it that claimed it was for “experienced users only.”

Klein snorted.

At this point, he had tried every file out there and knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to wake up the next morning with his diaper soaked and no memory of wetting. Klein wanted to have to use a booster every night in fear that he’d overflood his diaper and soak his bed. He wanted the erotic feeling of being unable to put his legs together as he lay helplessly on his back at night.

Klein wanted to be a real bedwetter.

For a moment, Klein bought into the idea that this could work for him.

So Klein clicked the “experienced users only” file and downloaded the file to his phone.

For some reason, the file was a little over a gigabyte large and came with another warning. Klein ignored the third warning of the week and climbed into bed. Right before pulling the covers over his head, he double-checked to make sure his diaper was on tight and that the leak guards were standing up and clicked play.

Instantly, every center of his brain came alive.

First, there was a dark low vibrating pulse that was nearly covered by soft angelic waves that crashed over the melody of the track. If the ocean had come alive and made music, this is what it would sound like. The pulse seemed to propel his body forward repeatedly, pushing his mind deeper and deeper into the track. While Klein knew he was falling asleep, he felt as if he were moving in real-time. Before Klein knew it, the waves crashed over him again, the soft electric tones urging him to relax and surrender to the waves. The waves were moving his body for him.

But when his mind probed deeper into the musical tones, he heard the voice. The voice was soft as if it was speaking directly into his consciousness, his very being. It was as if the voice weren’t hers, it was coming from beneath his very heartbeat. Klein’s mind focused on the voice and willed itself to listen closely to the soft delicate flow that hovered directly beneath the ocean.

The voice was speaking directly to the innermost part of his soul.

“You need your diapers… you only feel safe in your diapers… you need to wet your diapers… your diapers are a part of who you are… Every night you wet your diapers uncontrollably…”

Klein’s brain dove deeper into the voice followed the voice through the passageways and tunnels in his mind and willed himself to believe. Klein wanted to believe that this could work. He wanted to believe that he could become a bedwetter, and the voice told him he could.

“You can’t control your bladder…” the voice said softly. “You need to mess your diapers during the day….”

Wait a second… Klein’s mind stirred against the waves. I don’t want that. Hold on.

But the voice and the waves pushed him forward, demanding he follow its lead. Klein fought for a moment, gasped, and woke up.

***

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[Pierry Louys]

Good chapter 

[kirababy]

Very interesting lead in.   Now wondering what happens when he wakes up...Does he see Stella again?

 

[sc7738]

Love it please keep it going.

 

[aldl4811]

Yes please!!

[Babypants]

Hypnosis, we have been repeatedly told, works only on a subject who is willing.  So, if it doesn't work, the uniform answer is that the subject's subconscious has rejected what is being offered.  True, you can enhance hypnosis with hallucinogenics and standard form interrogation tools such as sleep or sensory deprivation, but nothing like this appears to be in play here.  So, if it works, it will be interesting to find out what trick Stella has up her sleeve. 

[keith60]

i hope there is more to this story soon

[BobbyDrago]

Uh oh should have listened to the warnings and probably should have a dom with you now.

[TheKyleMovie]

Light flooded into the hotel room. Klein sat up instantly, clutching his throat. For a second there, he had felt like he was drowning. The light was harsh and burned his eyes. Klein realized he had been coughing as if he had been dunked underwater at the pool. Klein turned over and then felt it.

The diaper between his legs was swollen. It was completely wet, soaked beyond capacity. There was a small but easily identifiable wet spot on the hotel bed.

Klein sat up and pushed his fingers onto the diaper’s bulging front. The plastic gave a crinkly squish and ballooned back out.

Klein wigged his legs in full excitement and laughed to himself. He had achieved absolute victory. The file had worked. He had wet the bed for the first time since childhood and felt very good about it.

Klein made a mental note to make sure he listened to the file again the next night to make sure the file took. He had read before that repeated hypnosis was the key to success. Klein then hopped into the shower, changed, and headed out to the convention for the rest of the day.

That night, he shoved his headphone back into his ears and fired up the recording again. This time the ocean waves crashed around him again the voice purred into his ears that he needed the diapers, that the diapers were there to protect him.

Klein followed willingly. He let all the resistance go in his mind.

But once again, he heard the voice deviate further into the sinister.

“You can’t control your bladder…” the voice insisted. “You need to do everything in your diapers… everything… You are a baby.”

Klein woke up startled again. The light-flooded his eyes, nearly burning them. He was coughing again, gagging even. Once again, his diaper was saturated. Full. This time he had been smart and laid a puppy pad underneath him to catch any leaks. Klein enjoyed the sensation for a while and then got changed for another day of fun at the convention.

Only, not everything went as planned.

Especially in the trampoline room.

The trampoline room was a recent addition to CAP this year. The enture room was built like a trampoline theme park. People were jumping up and down on the trampolines, bouncing off the walls and falling over in complete silliness.

When it was Klein’s turn, he squatted and jumped. His feet hit the trampoline again, and he jumped up, the momentum carrying him higher than before. At the next jump, he felt a strange sensation deep within his abdomen and fell on his diapered bottom with a squish.

Panicking slightly, Klein hobbled off the trampoline and waddled straight to the bathroom. Each step he made confirmed what he prayed wasn’t true. It was as if someone had dumped a jar of peanut butter into his diaper, right between his legs, and then sent him on his way. Only, this was not peanut butter.

Klein looked into the mirror and checked the back of his diaper to see it poofing out considerably in the back. There was slight discoloration.

Klein waddled quickly up the stairs back to his room, doing his best to avoid other people. He knew the convention, with all of its confusing rules had one consistent rule. No messing allowed, and he wasn’t about to run afoul of that policy.

In his hotel room, Klein showered, changed, and rejoined the party. It seemed like no one had noticed the accident earlier. Klein chalked it up to having too much fun on the trampoline. He was sure it could happen to anyone. But in the back of his mind, Klein had to wonder if the file he had listened to had anything to do with it. He had a hard time remembering what exactly the file had been telling him the night before…

Klein resolved right then and there that he needed to stop listening to the tapes. There was no good reason for him to continue listening to them now that he had fulfilled his bedwetting fantasies. Stella’s tapes had worked.

Except, Klein would realize life is never that simple.

That night Klein had to double diaper himself before bed to ensure he didn’t leak. The diapers were comically thick at that point, forcing him to lie on his back staring straight up at the ceiling. He wondered who was in charge of cleaning this hotel. For the first time, he noticed cobwebs on the fan that rotated quietly above him. Klein’s mind kept gesturing back to the tapes, wanting to listen and hear the voice sitting behind the ocean.

Klein shook his head. No way was he listening to the tapes again. He had what he needed. He had what he needed.

But that night, Klein dreamed of the waves again, the voice softy tickling his ears, the deep pulse working its way through his mind. The voice was so soft that he couldn’t understand it, but his mind felt a pang of hunger and dependency he had not quite felt before.

Once again, Klein woke up wet, coughing and confused. How had he listened to the hypnosis tape when he didn’t put in his headphones? He reached up to his ears and pulled out his AirPods, realizing that he must have put them in during his sleep.

Klein was startled, accepting that he must have made this move subconsciously.

Klein reached down and felt his thick diapers. Both layers of his MagaMax diaper were soaked. There was even some slight leakage on the pad he had put down.

After relishing the feelings for a moment, Klein took the diaper off, showered, and joined his friends for breakfast.

But once again, he felt a bit funny while in the elevator. The person next to him gasped.

“Are you kidding me?” They asked, covering their nose in disgust.

Someone else in the elevator shook their head. “Not cool, dude.”

Klein reached to the back of his diaper and felt the mess that had invaded his posterior. The mess that he had just made without realizing it. The mess he had just made in an elevator full of people.

Klein felt embarrassment well up inside him as the elevator continued to travel down to the bottom floor. The elevator was notoriously slow. On each floor, there would be a ding, the door would open, and new people would spill inside, take one look at him and leave. Klein was paralyzed with fear. Each person, in turn, gave Klein disappointing glares, frowning as they exited the elevator, resolving to take the stairs instead.

Klein decided right then and there that he wanted to go back to his room and change. He could not be seen in a dirty diaper at CAPCon; that was grounds to be kicked out and banned for life. Once the elevator got to the first floor, he waddled straight to the stairs and began to climb to the sixth floor.

Klein realized, unlike the day before, there was a bigger load in the back of his plastic padding and felt a slight panic well up inside of him. Each step he took up the stairs, Klein felt the back of his diaper holding him back, stretching the leak guards to the back, squishing between his thighs. Klein was praying that no one would enter the stairwell as he finally reached the sixth floor and waddled his way to his hotel room. Once inside, he ripped off his diaper, showered, bagged up his trash, and took it outside.

Klein was sitting in a classroom listening to a social media panel when someone tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to come with them. Klein obliged and was led into a conference room. He sat down with a squish that surprised him. Klein hadn’t remembered wetting his diaper. He brushed the curiosity aside as the two people explained to him that they needed to give him a warning. They told Klein that messing was strictly prohibited at the convention outside his hotel room and that they had gotten several complaints.

The two facilitators warned him he’d be kicked out of the convention without a refund and put on the banned list if this behavior continued.

Klein nodded and bit his lip slightly. He hadn’t meant to mess his diaper. He hated messing. It had been a complete accident each time it happened - a legitimate accident. Klein tried to explain it to the people chastising him, only to be told that unless he had fecal incontinence, that was no excuse. Klein nodded and resolved to be more careful. He simply needed to watch what he ate. Clearly, the sugar he’d been eating the last few days had gotten to him in a profound way.

But the problems continued.

By lunchtime, Klein’s diaper was soaked again, and he was having difficulty remembering wetting. Ater a quick change and some time spent in the notorious ball pit, he felt that sinking feeling in his abdomen again, only to realize with panic he had once again messed his diaper. Klein excused himself and rushed upstairs to his room to change before anyone noticed.

Klein decided to stay in his room for a little while and focus on the situation.

He had messed his diaper several times in the last few days of this convention and found himself constantly dribbling in his diaper without noticing. Clearly, he had gotten too comfortable with wearing the diapers. All the excitement of the convention caused him to just release like this. So Klein did the only logical thing. He reached for his underwear and pulled on a pair of jeans. He wouldn’t be wearing a diaper for the rest of the night.

Only that was a bad idea. A few hours later, Klein had soaked right through his underwear and jeans and was left dashing back to his room to remedy the situation.

By this point, Klein was panicking.

Why did this keep happening to him? The hypnosis was supposed to make him a bedwetter not fully incontinent. Those were two very different things. Had the tapes just been way too effective at their job? Klein frowned, returned to his laptop, and again pulled up the website. There had to be an explanation.

Klein reviewed the tape he had chosen and for the first time, realized that it said that it offered full incontinence and not just bedwetting. Klein gasped and shook his head.

This had to be some sick joke.

He thought back to Stella’s warning and frowned. He needed to find her as soon as possible to clear things up. Klein looked down at the swollen diaper between his legs that bulged out in the chair, the leak guards flexed to the max, and the wetness indicator a bright blue. Klein resolved that he would find Stella at her booth tomorrow and solve this once and for all.

Before he double-diapered himself for bed, Klein deleted the file from his phone. He’d find her first thing in the morning.

***

Klein woke up with the lingering sound of waves in his head and the soft tones of the voice in his mind. He stretched and felt his wet, thick diaper between his legs. Only this time, things felt different. His mind was foggy and felt heavy. There was a squishy sensation between his legs that wasn’t just wet.

There was no doubt about it. Klein had messed himself in his sleep. And this terrified him beyond belief.

Klein waddled over to the shower and washed up, making sure to clean every bit of himself. In the shower, he thought about the game plan for the day. He would diaper up, use plenty of powder, and this time wear a onesie over his diaper. No more just diapers for him. If he messed himself on accident, people would know. He resolved to wear a pair of plastic pants over a Megamax which should hold in the smell.

Klein didn’t realize how much his mind had already shifted to accommodate his brief stent of incontinence in such a short period, but he couldn’t take any chances. Klein wasn’t risking being kicked out of the convention. The facilitators had already warned him before.

Klein glanced at his phone and say the vendor space was set to open in a few moments. He squeezed the front of his diaper area and could tell he was already slightly wet. He grimaced slightly and headed for the stairs. He wouldn’t take the elevator again if he could help it.

At least he’d get his leg exercises in.

Klein entered the vendor space and searched for Stella’s table. Only where the table used to be, there was no one there. The table was empty. Just a chair and a dusty tabletop.

“Excuse me?” Klein asked a nearby table vendor, feeling slightly panicked. “Have you seen Stella’s Sleepies?”

The vendor looked puzzled and shook his head.

“She was here yesterday,” Klein insisted.

“Sorry, dude, I’m a little busy,” the vendor gestured to the line in front of him.

“But if you could just-“

But the vendor ignored Klein and focused on the queue in front of him.

Klein stamped his foot in frustration. Fuck. Where was this woman? Klein had the sudden crippling sensation of anxiety pile up in his mind. What if he couldn’t find her? What if he was stuck hopelessly messing his diapers twice a day for the rest of his life? Sure he had the most tantalizing fantasies of becoming a bedwetter, but he had no interest in living a life like this. One where he had to wear thick diapers during the day or risk embarrassing himself in public.

Only, he’d be embarrassed either way, right?

Right now, the way things stood, if he didn’t wear a diaper, he’d end up flooding his pants… or worse. If he wore a diaper that protected him fully, the bulge would be noticeable. He needed help and soon. There was only a day or so left of this convention, and he had no idea who Stella was. No way to reach out to her to reverse this condition.

As Klein stood next to the empty table, pondering his next move, he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Klein quickly placed his hand on the back of his diaper, fearing that he had messed himself again without realizing it. Only a slight press told him there wasn’t a mess in the back of his diaper. He did feel a slight squish of wetness, however.

Klein turned around. A woman was standing there.

She had thick brown hair and wore a poofy dress. There was a pacifier clipped to her dress that dangled past her chest. The woman carried a stuffed rabbit with ginormous floppy ears. She looked like someone who came to these conventions and spent most of their time on the nursery level. While Stella reeked of adult, this woman was the definition of little space.

“Excuse me?” She said, her eyes wide and flickering over Klein’s outfit with a glance. Surely, that wasn’t judgment in her eyes, was it? “Have you seen Stella?”

Klein shook his head furiously. “No, and she better hope I don’t find her after what she did to me.”

“You too?” The woman took a step back. Klein could have sworn he saw her glance at his crotch for the second time in thirty seconds.

Klein shook his head but responded in the affirmative. “What’s wrong with you?”

The woman blushed, tugging at the sleeves of her dress and tilting slightly to the left. “It’s my own fault really.” She glanced around the vendor space for a moment as if she expected Stella to burst into the room at any second. But nothing happened. Instead, she grabbed Klein’s hand. “We shouldn’t talk here. Come back to my room with me. We need to find Stella, I’m in trouble.”

[Babypants]

Nice update, and well worth the wait.  Thank you.

[kirababy]

Yes, so glad to see this updated.   What an incredible day he is having.  And what a predicament both of them are in now.

[Babypants]

1 hour ago, kirababy said:

Yes, so glad to see this updated.   What an incredible day he is having.  And what a predicament both of them are in now.

Is romance in the offing?  

[dpmarty]

Oh great story! The predicament it's so nice!

 

[Babypants]

2 hours ago, dpmarty said:

Oh great story! The predicament it's so nice!

 

Over two months since the second chapter appeared.  It appears that this is yet another promising effort that died on the vine.

[TheKyleMovie]

@Babypants nothing I write ever dies.

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Here's the final chapter.

***

Once in the room, Nancy (Klein learned her name as they walked up the stairs) explained what had happened. Nancy had approached Stella’s vendor table, and Stella had told her that she knew exactly what she wanted. Stella knew what she craved beyond anything.

Nancy had to admit, she was intrigued. She had been searching for a way to experience what it was like to be what she called: Full Baby. That meant a complete loss of control. And Stella had promised her exactly that with her hypnosis. Sure Stella gave her the usual warnings about “hypnosis only working if you want it to” and some more stuff, but Nancy knew this was what she wanted.

Only, as she explained to Klein, this wasn’t what she expected. She thought she’d only lose the nervousness that came wanting to express her little side. Nancy was a bit too uptight in her self-assessment. She wanted to lose that part of herself while at the Con so she could express herself easier.

However, Nancy stupidly didn’t realize that the tapes would leave her confused and squishy throughout the day. The hypnosis had done something to her. Nancy had been playing with her partner, and he’d brought her to an orgasm in her diaper, and suddenly, while she was reaching the peak climax, she found herself uncontrollably messing her diaper simultaneously. The orgasm had been so strong, that it had left her babbling like a baby for the next half hour, unable even to utter a single adult sentence.

“That… scared me,” Nancy admitted to Klein, whose eyes bulged out of his head hearing that news. He had not yet tried to cum after listening to the tapes, but did not want that happening to him. For a moment he wondered if that would be his fate. Except… that’s not what he signed up for.

Nancy however, continued. “I thought it was a fluke, until it happened again. It appears that every time I have an orgasm, I’m left hopelessly babbling like a baby for the next half hour. No control of my bodily functions, no control over speech, just drooling baby. Like… it’s hot, but it’s not what I wanted. I wanted to be in charge of when I got into little space.” Nancy finished and Klein realized she had a hard time looking and had a hard time looking him in the eye. No doubt the poor woman was embarrassed.

“So do you know how to find Stella? Do we know anything about her?” Klein tried to change the subject slightly, determined to be a solutions oriented person today.

But Nancy seemed to be one step ahead of him. “I’ve been watching the parking lot and that’s (she pointed to a car in the parking lot) her car. She has to get into that car when it’s time for her to leave. So when we see her leave the building, we can confront her.”

Klein nodded. “That sounds like a plan. But what if we went to the front desk and just asked for her information?”

“I’m not an idiot. I tried that already.”

“And they didn’t help?”

“Private information dude,” Nancy said, gesturing around. “Especially this week.”

Klein nodded and stared aimlessly out the window, nervous that this plan would not work. What if Stella didn’t leave the building, what if they spent the rest of the day in this shitty three star hotel together, just staring out the window watching people walk by.

Klein noticed a man walk out of the hotel in full little gear and grimaced. There were rules about idiots like that who had no problem exposing themselves to an unconsenting public. The man waddled down to the stoplight and even from Klein’s view, he could see the thick diaper protruding through his legs, a clearly full diaper that the onesie struggled to contain. Klein rolled his eyes and had that sick feeling in his stomach.

“Um… Klein?” Nancy’s voice shook him from his trance. “Did you just?”

Klein panicked and reached back to his diaper and placed his hand on his bottom. Indeed, he had messed himself again without realizing it. Fucking Stella, he thought to himself.

“Yeah, it’s a symptom of the hypnosis,” Klein said. His voice was soft and he wanted to cry, but resolved that it wasn’t happening in front of Nancy.

“Do you want help changing?”

Klein nodded.

Nancy waddled out of the room and returned back to room with a towel that she laid on the bed, along with a plastic bag, no doubt to stash the freshly used diaper inside of. Klein gingerly laid back and felt the mess ooze up his backside, causing him to feel like a complete baby in the process. He could not help it, but he felt his boner start to grow in the front of his diaper as this extremely cute woman unsnapped his plastic pants, onesie and began the process of peeling the tapes from the front of his diaper.

“Do you have the same side effects?” Nancy asked as she opened up the diaper and revealed what was inside. If Nancy noticed the smell, she didn’t give any indication to Klein that she did. Instead she grabbed the wipes, had him left up and attacked the mess in front of her. What Klein thought was clever, was that she laid another diaper underneath him to ensure nothing fell onto the towel or mattress. It also meant they only needed to make minor adjustments.

“What do you mean?” Klein was looking away towards the wall.

But Nancy decided to show him instead, she ran the soft, creamy baby lotion over the head of his penis, taking great care to spend plenty of time near the top.

Klein gasped at the silky, soft and tantalizing feeling of her warm hands, emphasized by the lotion. If Klein were honest with himself, he hadn’t quite had the CapCon experience he had been expecting. One where he could get out all of his kinky energy during this one weekend of fun and have intimate sexual contact with several friends in the process. Nora kept going, rubbing her hand up and down and watching his facial expressions like a pro.

“I’m wondering, if you cum, will you spend the next half hour babbling hopelessly like a baby?” Nancy asked softly, nearly purring in his ear. Each stroke she pulled up and town teasing out the moment.

Klein twitched as he felt the thick diaper underneath him slightly cup his bottom, the scent of the baby lotion and baby powder erotically tickling his senses. Even Nora, while dressed as infantile as possible leaned over, her cleavage poking out slightly from the empire cut on the ruffled dress, managed to cause him to stiffen like a cinder block. In no time at all, Klein was ready to have his first orgasm of the weekend.

Except, Nora withdrew her hand quickly, leaving him bucking his hips in the air only to receive nothing in return.

“Stella is there!” Nancy screeched pointing towards the window.

Without waiting for him to react, Nora wiped her hands on a towel and pulled the thick diaper up between his legs and fastened it tightly around Klein’s waist. She then snapped his plastic pants and onesie up and grabbed her cell phone from the dresser.

“Come on Klein,” she yelled, grabbing the trash bag and heading to the door. “Stella’s headed to her car.”

***

Stella was sympathetic to Nora’s story and looked amused for a moment as she made the woman recount what exactly had happened to her when she oragasmed. Klein could have sworn that the corners of her mouth turned up at the orgasm remark.

“I didn’t know that was going to happen.” Stella said as they re-entered the hotel, flashing their badges to the bored looking security guard who kept everyone else out. “Did you follow the instructions that I gave you?”

Nancy nodded solemnly. “I did exactly what you told me to do. I put the tapes on and listened overnight and the next day all this stuff started happening.”

Stella shook her head. “No… you’re supposed to listen to the tapes for an hour and then the next day two hours and ease your way in.” The room was silent at this news.

So was this mistake… user error?

“The instructions are clear, you can’t do anything else around the time you listen to the tapes, otherwise your brain might map your wants to the tapes and then disaster happens.”

Stella pointed to Nancy who looked shocked. “I’m willing to bet you and your partner had sex the next morning because you were so horny after the tapes “worked.”

Nancy looked sheepishly around the room for a moment and nodded quietly.

Stella shook her head and pushed her glasses up. They had begun to slip down her nose during the conversation. They were unusually large for a modern woman who seemed to know how to manipulate the minds of those who listened to her tapes.

“Is there a solution?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah, I have another tape you can listen to in order to fix this one. It’s tricky. You can’t just listen to the tape in reverse. I have to reengineer another one to counteract the effects of this one. You’re lucky I’ve made this one. Every year someone makes a mistake.”

Hopeful, Klein perked up. “What about me?”

Stella signed heavily, causing Klein’s stomach to drop. “I haven’t mixed the right tape yet.”

“But you can, right?” Klein felt his diaper fill again without his awareness. The mess caused his diaper to sag and he felt the infantile mess clinging to him between his legs, a reminder of his babyish deed.

“It’ll take me some time, but I’ll give you my cell number so we can try and make something that will work. But just warn you. It’ll take some time.”

Klein’s heart sank. He had expected this to be solved before he got on the plane tomorrow morning. But he could figure this out over the course of a few days.

“So a few days?” Klein asked optimistically.

Stella launched forward as Nancy looked on. “It’s not easy Klein.” Stella pushed up her glasses. “Nothing good is ever easy. I would say… a few months?”

Even Nancy grunted at that noise.

Klein felt his stomach fall. There’s no way this could be happening to him. All he had wanted was to feel like a baby when he woke up. Now he was forced to mess his diaper without knowledge for the foreseeable future.  How was he supposed to live like this for three whole months while Stella tinkered with her computer trying to solve this?

But the woman had an idea and seemed optimistic.

“You might not exactly need my tapes to get better Klein.” Stella pulled out her phone and typed a few things on the screen and showed it to him.

On the screen was the name of a doctor, Dr. Viker, who seemed to specialize in urology. Klein groaned slightly at the thought of having to whip out his insurance card to solve this problem.

“There’s this program that people can use, kinda like a diaper delivery service for a pretty affordable price that can facilitate potty training. Generally it takes about three to six months to get it completed, but I hear it’s worth it. There are plenty of services like it across the nation, but this one is the most popular one I think.”

Klein nodded and numbly accepted the information. “Are you sure you won't be able to figure this out in the next week or so?”

Stella stifled a laugh and took her phone back. “Klein, you can keep messing your diapers for a few months or take matters into your own hands. I will work as fast as I can on my end, but you’re an adult, it’s called an adult baby for a reason.”

Klein rolled his eyes. That stung a little bit. But she had a point. Klein resolved to give this doctor a call so he could give the potty training service a try. Stella eventually said her goodbyes to the team and Nancy, who had gotten what she needed, grinned and promised to stay in contact with Klein.

Klein nodded and accepted the hug and began the process of packing up his room so he could catch his early flight home. Klein was grossly aware that his life had changed ever since he had gotten his wish. Every step of his ride home reminded him things were different.

Klein had to put on an incredibly absorbent diaper and a pair of plastic pants that morning to ensure he could make it to the airport without soiling the Uber driver's car.

Klein was stopped at TSA by the agent, after his soaked diaper set off the alarm.

Klein had to change diapers right before his flight to ensure he wouldn't leak during the cross country journey.

When he got home, Klein realized in horror he had messed himself on the ride home from the airport and needed to change before he upacked.

That night as Klein lay in bed, he decided he would call Dr. Vicker first thing in the morning. He’d have to order another case of diapers as soon as possible as well because at his current rate of usage, his hobby had become a lifestyle.

Klein turned over with a squish, drifted off and dreamed of the ocean.

***

[Babypants]

Thanks for bringing this story to its conclusion, and doubly so for the little scene at the end involving the TSA.  This is real life, and I'm one reader who really appreciates it when an author takes the time to get the details right.  I'm looking forward to your next opus.

[TheKyleMovie]

5 hours ago, Babypants said:

Thanks for bringing this story to its conclusion, and doubly so for the little scene at the end involving the TSA.  This is real life, and I'm one reader who really appreciates it when an author takes the time to get the details right.  I'm looking forward to your next opus.

I’m glad you loved the story. Makes my heart swell. If you like the TSA portion, you’re gonna love the Incontinence Program. So much TSA in here it’s not even funny. It’s scary. 

[kirababy]

Glad to see this one wrapped up, but also sorry to see it end.

[TheKyleMovie]

4 hours ago, kirababy said:

Glad to see this one wrapped up, but also sorry to see it end.

If you read the other stories you might recognize Dr. Vicker…

[keith60]

i hope there will be more of this story soon