Forced age regression

Destined For Changing

Destined For ChangingKari and TK about to be changed in a mechanical nursery.

Characters belong to Bandai

Order by dirty-books

Draw by liljdude

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30818168/

It sure seems to be allot of fighting in this two little girl`s

But i dont think they are going to be able to manage to escape this robot nursery :(

But from the look on there heavy diaper they really need a new diaper. It sure seems to be pretty heavy and well used so i think we have to good baby girls here any way :)

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Babyfur Comic: Diaper Factory pg3

Babyfur Comic: Diaper Factory pg3

Draw and everything by Fliskets

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30617887/

This machine sure seems to have some very special power :(

Looks like this girl have been force regressed back to a cute little cub :(

Looks like she have a new sort of life to looking forward to now.

It sure going to be interesting to see whats going to be happen in the next page of this comic.

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Subliminal Baby 2 Part 2

This story is written by Elfy

“What you wanna play?” Ritchie asked his brother as he walked over to Steven who was still stood next to the door looking miserable.

“I don’t want to play.” Steven replied shortly as he folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t look unlike a toddler having a tantrum.

“But Mommy said to play.” Ritchie said. He walked over to his toy box and pulled out a few little race cars.

“I know Mom said that. But I’m not a baby like you. I don’t just do what I’m told.” Steven said accusingly. This was all so stupid, how had he allowed himself to get stuck in this position?

“You look like a baby like me.” Ritchie giggled as he lined up all the cars in a line on the carpet, “You were in the high chair, you wear a diapie… You wet your diapie…”

“I didn’t have a choice!” Steven half-yelled. He unfolded his arms and held them out to the side as if to ask what else he could have done.

“Neither did I.” Ritchie said. He stopped playing with the cars and looked up to Steven, the smile was gone and instead he had a more hardened face.

There was silence for a little bit. Ritchie turned back to his cars and start pushing them, he was racing them around the room. Steven just sat down by the door, he brought his legs up to his chest and hugged his knees. His wet diaper was providing a nice cushion to sit on but the warm and wet feeling was a constant reminder to what Steven had done.

It felt like an hour passed. It was impossible to say for sure because there was no clock in the nursery, Steven was getting increasingly restless and the constant babbling and car noises form Ritchie was starting to grate on Steven’s nerves.

“Could you shut up?” Steven eventually hissed through clenched teeth.

“I’m playing!” Ritchie responded. He stuck his tongue out at Nick, “You should play.”

“Over my dead body.” Steven said quietly before adding with frustration, “Can you just grow up already… How long can that messaging possibly last?”

Both boys fell silent. Ritchie’s pushing of cars slowed down and he stopped making noises. His face was completely neutral and he seemed to be staring into the middle distance. He let out a long and loud sigh.

“Why did you do this?” Ritchie asked sadly. There was an edge of bitterness in his voice. Ritchie clearly hadn’t forgiven Steven for what the younger boy did.

“I… You bullied me. You made me feel terrible.” Steven explained looking down. He couldn’t look Ritchie in the face, “I just wanted to get even.”

There was more silence.

“You shouldn’t have done it.” Ritchie said bitterly. He didn’t sound much like the toddler he had become now.

“You deserved it.” Steven replied. He didn’t appreciate being told what he should and shouldn’t do. Even if he regretted getting caught, he did not regret what he had done, “I would do it again.”

Ritchie stood up uncertainly. His face was contorted into a mixture of anger and sadness. He let out this low rumbling growl and awkwardly moved forward towards his brother. He looked incredibly angry, and despite his regressed brain and lack of coordination he still posed a threat. Maybe, without the adult brain, he was even more of a threat.

“Hey, whoa… Ritchie, calm down!” Steven said as he clambered to his feet as well. He held out his hands in a pacifying gesture.

Ritchie had a face of thunder and just marched at Steven. Steven had a moment where he realised that Ritchie was walking a little more confidently, despite what was about to happen, he was happy that it looked like the messaging maybe wearing off slightly.

Raising his fist back it looked for all the world that Ritchie was about to punch Steven.

“Ritchie, No!” Steven yelled and he leaned forward and pushed Ritchie extra hard.

Ritchie stumbled backwards, his questionable amount of coordination caused him to fall backwards and he hit the bottom of the changing table with a thump. The diapers and supplies fell off the shelves on and around Ritchie.

Immediately Ritchie started loudly crying. It was clear he wasn’t hurt, but he started crying the same way a toddler does when they take a fall.

A few seconds later the nursery door flew open and Karen came inside. She immediately saw Steven standing close to the door looking across at Ritchie who was surrounded by debris.

“He… He pushed me!” Ritchie wailed pointing at Nick.

“No… Wait!” Steven wanted to plead his case of self-defence but his mother just grabbed his arm.

Dragging Steven to the bed, Karen sat down and pulled her youngest son over her lap. Steven’s big diaper presented an easy target as it puffed out behind him. The soaked padding may as well have had a target drawn on it.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The blows rained down on Steven’s rear end. The padding did a little to soften the blows but it wasn’t long before he burst into tears. It wasn’t helped Steven when he looked to the side and saw Ritchie smiling with satisfaction. He realised that Ritchie was enjoying seeing Steven getting punished.

The spanking ended up lasting a long time. It felt like minutes passed and by the time Karen finished swatting her son’s rear end she was out of breath and Steven was exhausted from his crying.

Pushing her son roughly off of her lap, Karen then instructed him to climb into the crib. He clearly didn’t dare argue back as he meekly clambered into the toddler bed.

Karen marched across the room to where Ritchie was still sitting, he was no longer crying but was still sniffing and looked tearful.

“Are you OK?” Karen asked as she crouched down next to her son.

Ritchie didn’t speak, he just nodded and climbed slowly to his feet.

“Alright then, let’s get you to bed. I have a special surprise for you in the morning.” Karen said with a smile, “But first let’s get you changed.”

Karen lifted Ritchie on to the changing table and made short work of removing his diaper, cleaning him up and putting him in a fresh disposable. Steven watched enviously from the crib, he was rubbing his sore rear end and wishing he could be changed out of his soggy diaper.

“When you wake up tomorrow I will have a nice surprise for you.” Karen hinted with a smile. She gave her older son a wink as she lifted him down from the table.

Ritchie looked curious and grabbed his mom’s hand. Together they walked to the crib and Ritchie climbed in. He sat at the opposite end of the bed to Steven and looked over rather tensely.

“Time for you both to get some sleep. Now listen, I expect you both to behave yourselves, any violence from either of you and you will both regret it.” Karen warned both of her kids as she lifted the bars.

Both boys were naked except for their respective diapers. Steven was upset that they were going to have to sleep in the same crib but there was plenty of room for both of them.

“Mom… Mommy.” Steven said trying to garner favour with his mother. He was still sniffing back tears, the tears weren’t helped by the embarrassing request he had to make. He went very red as he asked, “Could… Could you change my diaper?”

“No.” Karen replied coldly, “Maybe a night in a cold, wet diaper will help you adapt to your new position, baby.”

Steven flinched and felt almost compelled to complain. You wouldn’t treat a real baby like that, he thought. But he thought better of talking back and stayed silent.

Ritchie laid down straight away whilst Steven slowly lowered himself down at the opposite end so that they were lying head-to-feet. Steven watched as his mom dropped a sippy cup to Ritchie and a bottle of juice for Steven. She then headed to the exit, turned the light off and left the room.

In the darkness and silence Steven heard a little voice at the other end of the bed giggle slightly. His burning butt was a reminder to not respond and he closed his eyes to try and sleep. He was still in his soaked diaper and it was beginning to get really uncomfortable, he knew he would have to wait till morning for a change and tried to find a comfortable position.

Steven spent most the night tossing and turning as his wet diaper became more and more uncomfortable. He heard Ritchie snoring from the other end of the bed and spent most of the night trying to ignore the itchiness in his diaper and just fall asleep. Eventually he was able to close his eyes and not open them again.

When Steven did eventually open his eyes the next morning it was very reluctantly. He had spent the night tossing and turning and trying to find the sleep that was constantly evading him, when the nursery door opened and Karen walked in he was still feeling very tired.

“Wakey wakey, boys.” Karen said as she threw the curtains open and bathed the room in light, “We have another wonderful day ahead of us.”

Ritchie woke up as Karen spoke and he sat up whilst rubbing his eyes. He was much more awake than Steven who had laid back down, covered himself up with the blanket and tried to get more sleep. It had been very hard to sleep in his soaked diaper, and Steven felt just as tired now as he did before going to bed.

The side of the crib came clattering down as Karen helped Ritchie step out. He was very wet which didn’t surprise anyone. He was lifted up on to the changing table and changed without much hassle. As he was lifted down, Karen gave Ritchie a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt to wear for the day. They hid his diaper well and unless you paid extra close attention, looking at Ritchie you would assume he was like any other man in his very early twenties.

Ritchie looked a little confused at his rather adult state of dress but he seemed happy enough.

“Come on Steven.” Karen said softly as she walked back over to the crib, “Let’s get you out of that diaper. You have a big day today.”

Steven wanted to sleep but the feeling around his crotch was unbearable. The cold dampness was intolerable and it forced Steven to drag himself to the edge of the crib and flop down on his tired feet. He walked across the room and hopped up on to the changing table.

The cool air that he felt as the front of his used diaper was pulled down was divine. Despite his humiliating position, he smiled slightly as he was wiped, it felt so good to be out of that diaper that being placed into a new one almost didn’t matter at that moment. He knew his opinion would change later but for these few minutes at least, just being out of the previous diaper was the best feeling.

After Steven was taped up in a new diaper, he was lifted down from the table and dressed for the day. Unlike Ritchie’s fairly grown up clothes, Steven was given a pair of very small shorts and a very colourful t-shirt that screamed juvenile.

Steven was most concerned by the shorts though. Short and tight, they left nothing to the imagination. The bulge of the diaper underneath was very obvious and he found that every time he twisted his body or stretched slightly, his shirt was pulled up and the waistband of his infantile underwear was on display for everyone.

With a lot of yawning, mostly from Steven, the three of them headed downstairs and to the breakfast table.

Breakfast went much the same way that the previous evenings dinner did. Steven was fed by his mother again, she made a show and dance of every spoonful of cereal and he had to endure waiting between each bit of food as his mom fed herself and also helped Ritchie out.

If there was one positive to come from the breakfast, Steven noticed that Ritchie was feeding himself rather competently. A little food was spilled but Ritchie seemed more coordinated, perhaps it wasn’t going to be so bad, perhaps Ritchie would be back to normal sooner than Steven had thought.

As Steven watched Ritchie eating, the doorbell rang causing everyone’s heads to swivel towards the front door. Steven felt a bolt of anxiety shoot down his spine as he realised that someone may be on the way in. Being seen like this would be Steven’s worst nightmare.

Karen stood up from her seat and headed to the front door. Ritchie went right back to eating as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Steven, on the other hand, was stretching over the tray as he tried to see who the visitor was. No matter how much he stretched he could not see who was at the door.

“Oh, hello!” Steven heard his mom say from the door, “Come on in!”

Steven’s eyes flew wide as dinner plates. He pulled and pushed against the high chair in desperation to not be seen. It was no use though, the chair had been designed to keep people in, nothing Stephen could do would have any effect.

Steven slumped low in his seat as he heard the footsteps approaching. He waited to see who was going to see his humiliation with baited breath.

“LINDA!” Ritchie yelled from behind Steven.

Ritchie practically fell off of his chair in his rush to get up and almost knocked Steven’s high chair over as he ran over to his girlfriend.

“Hello Ritchie!” Linda held out her arms and Ritchie nearly bowled her over as he ran into them.

“I’m so glad you could look after Ritchie today. I really need to get to the shop and it wouldn’t be fair on him, you know?” Karen explained.

“I understand completely.” Linda said before adding with a look of disgust, “What about… Him.”

“Steven?” Karen clarified, “Oh, he will be coming with me. It would be unfair to make Ritchie go out before he has recovered, but Steven… Well, he is still learning his lesson.”

Steven’s mouth dropped open as he considered the implications, the possibilities for humiliation when taken out in public like this. He uselessly shook his head.

“Don’t shake your head at me.” Karen warned, “We both know you have no choice in the matter.”

“Did he really do what you said on the phone?” Linda asked Karen whilst she stared at Steven with malice.

“The messaging?” Karen replied, “Yes he did. I could hardly believe it. An eye for an eye seems fair though. He will soon see that being made to act like a baby isn’t very funny.”

Steven looked down at his tray. He already knew it wasn’t funny, he was already regretting what he had done. But he had already begged for a reprieve, he knew he wasn’t getting one.

“OK Steven, time to go.” Karen said with a big smile. Steven couldn’t tell if it was a malicious smile or a friendly one.

Steven was let out of his high chair, his diaper still dry. His mom helped Steven put his shoes on and then handed him a backpack with diaper supplies in it for any changes that might be required. Steven shuddered at the possibilities of a diaper change in public but took the bag anyway. He followed his mother out of the house to the car.

When his mom opened the door, she instructed Steven to sit in the baby seat that had originally been installed for his older brother. Initially, Steven was disgusted by that idea and thought about complaining but just as he opened his mouth to say something he saw one of his neighbours looking out their window at him. They had a curious frown on their face that seemed to suggest they could see something was wrong even if they couldn’t put their finger on what.

Realising he was in the public’s view, Steven turned around and quickly sat in the infant seat without hesitation, he did not want his neighbours to know what was happening. His mom took her time strapping in him until he was tightly held down. The seat caused Steven to recline slightly and stuck his diapered crotch out in front of him a little. A humiliating position that he was unable to move from.

The journey to the supermarket was a dull one. The only thing Steven had to occupy his mind was the worry of getting out the car and being led around the shop in his toddler clothes. It was an appalling prospect but also one which he had no defence against. He could only hope he was less noticeable than he thought he was.

As the car neared the shops Steven felt his bladder, that had been protesting for a long time finally reached bursting point. He felt himself go red in the face as he slowly relaxed his bladder muscles and allowed a hot stream of urine to soak into his diaper. Steven felt the warm stream run down between his legs and into the seat of his padding where it was finally absorbed. He shuddered at the tickling feeling and hoped that his mom hadn’t noticed what he was doing.

When they finally pulled up in the car park, Steven’s tummy felt full of butterflies and he felt nauseous about what was about to happen. He prayed that no one he knew would be at the shops.

“Oh, sweetie, before I forget.” Karen said as she undid the straps that were holding Steven down.

Karen pulled a small chain out of her pocket. On the chain was a very large pacifier. Karen reached forwards and placed the necklace around Steven’s neck and then she tucked it under his shirt so it was mostly hidden.

“Just in case you need it.” Karen said with a devilish smile.

Not finished with her torment, Karen then reached down and felt the padding around Steven’s crotch. She smiled knowingly at her younger son as she felt the warm and swelled padding. Steven could only blush and look away under her knowing glare.

This story is written by Elfy

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Subliminal Baby 2 Part 1

This story is written by Elfy

“Please! Mom, please!” Steven pleaded as he was pushed down and held there by Karen.

Steven had turned into a babbling mess. His tears and snot mixed together on his face as he breathed deep, shuddering breathes. He watched with fearful eyes as his mom effortlessly held the scrawny boy down whilst reaching over for the supplies that had so often been used on Ritchie.

Looking to the side in between tears, Steven could see Ritchie sat on the floor in obvious confusion. His messy diaper was stinking up the whole room now and he looked decidedly uncomfortable, his discomfort was definitely taking second place behind his confusion though as he frowned and watched his brother on the changing table.

“It’s a bit too late for pleading, boy.” Karen said dispassionately. Her face had hardened and it showed no emotion as she got all the needed supplies and placed them on the changing table.

Steven struggled and pulled against his mother’s strong grip. This had to be a nightmare, he thought, there is no way this could possibly be happening to him. He started hammering his fists and feet against the table. The loud noises and struggling seemed to be upsetting Ritchie who, still very confused, started crying as well.

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake…” Karen said in response to her two boy’s wailing, “Steven, you had better settle down right now if you don’t want to stay in this nursery for good. Don’t forget, those files on your computer is enough to tell the police about.”

Steven’s eyes flew wide open and he shook his head but immediately stopped trying to fight back. He laid still and got his crying under control, he just sobbed rather than wailed as Steven felt his mom undo his pants and pull them down. She followed that up with Steven’s underpants and left Steven naked from the waist down.

The heat in the room seemed to rise as Steven felt himself getting sweaty and red in the face. He felt intense embarrassment at being left exposed on the table like this, the only good part was that Ritchie couldn’t see anything whilst sitting on the floor and his mom had no reaction to seeing her son’s private area.

As his mom unfolded one of Ritchie’s disposable diapers, Steven felt himself cringe. The reality of the situation was still dawning on Steven; he couldn’t believe that the diaper he was looking at would be put on him. It seemed impossible that this could possibly happen.

Steven felt his legs lifted up and ben over his head. It was uncomfortable but he was only in that position briefly as the diaper was placed underneath him. Once the diaper was in place, Steven’s legs were lowered on to the diaper and Steven immediately noticed the difference between the soft padding of the diaper and the table underneath it.

Forcing himself to lay still he felt the front of the diaper pulled up between his legs. Everything about this situation was horrible and made Steven want to run away but he knew that if he moved a muscle it would be very bad for him.

As the tapes were placed on the diaper, making sure it was tight around his waist, Steven knew the battle was over. After so much work to get Ritchie into diapers, Steven was now in them through no other reason than he got greedy and wanted to make his brother suffer more.

All of a sudden, all that effort and work that Steven had put in to making Ritchie a baby seemed like the worst decision he had ever made. Karma was hitting Steven in the ass extremely hard.

Karen lifted her younger son off of the table and placed him on the floor. Steven stumbled slightly, he wasn’t used to being lifted like that, before he tumbled down on to his thickly padded rear. He was still sniffing and sobbing as his mom threw a teddy bear to him to comfort him. Her face still betrayed the negative feelings she felt for Steven at that moment. Steven knew that he had destroyed the trust they once shared, he felt awful but he felt worse for himself. Steven wasn’t sorry for what he had done to Ritchie; he was sorry he had been caught. Despite himself, he took hold of the fluffy teddy bear for comfort.

Karen reached down and lifted her older son on to the table. Her hard face softened with sorrow as she laid the messy boy down and started removing his heavily used diaper.

Ritchie babbled happily as Karen took a handful of wipes and began to clean her son’s extremely dirty diaper area.

“Why Steven in diapie?” Ritchie asked his mother confused as he was thoroughly cleaned. He couldn’t see from the table that his words caused his older brother to noticeably flinch.

“Honey…” Karen tried to think how she could explain everything that was happening to his brother in terms Ritchie could understand, “Steven made this happen to you. He made you need diapers, and until you get out of them, he will be in them with you.”

“He… made this happen?” Ritchie asked confused. There was a small tremor in his voice that betrayed how hurt he felt.

“Yes, sweetie.” Karen said as she continued to deal with Ritchie’s messy rear, “But I promise. We are going to get you better, OK?”

Ritchie seemed lost in thought but gave a small nod. Karen flashed a smile that faltered very quickly as she lowered Ritchie’s legs back to the table on top of a new diaper. Her smile had faltered because Ritchie’s overexcited tool had quickly grown to full size. She scowled slightly and looked at Steven who was still sobbing to himself on the floor and staring at his new diaper. Karen knew that these reactions were a result of the messaging.

With a sigh Karen covered Ritchie’s manhood with the front of the diaper and taped it on tightly. She smiled as Ritchie sucked his thumb and smiled back. Karen had to admit that she missed these moments, there was an intimacy in a mother changing their baby’s diaper that she wasn’t sorry to be able to have again. The situation was far from ideal of course, but she couldn’t help her motherly feelings flaring up.

“Mom, I’m… I’m sorry. Please, I’ve learned my lesson. Don’t make me live like this.” Steven was still tearfully sobbing as he looked up and made his desperate plea.

“Don’t make you live like this?” Karen repeated incredulously, “If you didn’t want to live like this, you shouldn’t have made someone else live like this. You may have learned your lesson but your punishment is only just beginning.”

Steven shuddered and his sobs got a little harder as his mom rounded on him.

“I’m not going to use any kind of subliminal messaging, I’m not going to hypnotise you, I’m not going to use any of the despicable tricks you used…” Karen said with venom in her voice, “But when all this is over you will be in Ritchie’s place. When Ritchie is back to normal… We will revisit your position.”

Steven couldn’t respond to this. He just started bawling again whilst Karen shook her head in disgust. She was sure Steven would have plenty to cry about before all this was through.

Once Ritchie’s diaper was securely placed, Karen lifted the boy down and pulled a pair of shorts up his legs. The shorts were not particularly concealing but it didn’t seem like Ritchie particularly cared. He seemed more interested in Steven whom he clearly now felt like an equal to.

Karen threw Steven a t-shirt and told him to put it on. It was baby blue in colour and looked like a larger replica of something a toddler might wear.

“Right, let’s go sort out dinner.” Karen said to her two sons. She reached out her hands, one to each boy. Ritchie eagerly grabbed the hand offered to him with a smile. Steven just looked at his mom without moving.

“Aren’t… Aren’t you going to give me something to cover my… My… Oh, you know.” Steven said in exasperation. He really didn’t want this diaper to be on display to the whole world but he couldn’t quite force himself to say the word.

“It’s your diaper.” Karen explained to her younger son as if he didn’t know what it was really called, “And no. You don’t need to cover it; it will make it easier for Mommy to see when you need changing.”

Steven shuddered about the possibility of both using his diaper and being changed but he accepted his mom’s hand all the same.

Together, the three of them traipsed down the stairs and into the dining room. Steven automatically started moving towards his usual seat but was stopped by his mom. Steven turned to look at her in confusion and saw her pointing to the high chair next to her seat.

“No way! This is stupid.” Steven decided that enough was enough, he had learned his lesson, it was time to put a stop to this. He put his hands on the tapes of his crinkling underwear.

“Stop.” Karen said very quickly, “If you pull that diaper off I will be straight on the phone to the cops. Don’t try me, I have all the evidence of what you did.”

Steven removed his hands slowly and, with a bowed head, he walked to and climbed into the high chair. He knew he couldn’t argue, and there was no way he was going to call his mom’s bluff on something like this.

With a satisfied smile, Karen walked over and snapped the tray into place. The tray’s release was in the back of the seat and Karen was fairly certain that without someone releasing him, Steven would be stuck.

The seats at the table were set up with Karen’s seat in the middle and the two boy’s seats either side of it.

“I will be back with dinner shortly, you two play nice.” Karen warned them as she departed into the kitchen. She gave Stephen an extra hard stare before leaving as if to emphasise what she said.

Steven couldn’t get over the padding around his crotch. He was despondent to be sat in this baby seat like this. He noticed that Ritchie, someone who was a baby mentally got a regular chair, it said a lot about Steven’s place in the family. He subconsciously stuck his bottom lip out in an annoyed pout.

Perhaps even worse than the chair, Steven could feel his bladder starting to ache. The prospect of what that meant made him shudder. Despite everything Steven felt like he still had his dignity, using his diaper would be a quick way of losing it. He hadn’t lost hope that he could talk his mom around, however it was looking increasingly unlikely with every fresh humiliation.

Ritchie meanwhile was looking at Steven with a strange look. Steven started to wonder just how long lasting the effects of the messaging would be. Steven hoped it was less effective than he had previously thought, the sooner Ritchie got back to normal the sooner Steven could get out of these diapers. On the other hand, Steven knew his brother would make his life hell when the effects wore off. He didn’t even want to consider the possibility that the effects may be permanent. Steven again wondered why he had got so greedy. Why hadn’t he stopped at bedwetting? Why had he been so stupid!?

“Here we go.” Karen re-entered the room with a tray full of plates and glasses. She had been gone for some time and both boys were getting a little restless, especially Steven whose bladder was starting to ache more and more.

Karen placed the tray on the table in front of her seat. She picked up a plate full of fries and burgers that made Steven salivate wildly and placed it in front of Ritchie. She took a similar plate for herself which was when Steven realised there was no plate for him. Karen also had a glass of water for herself and a sippy cup full of apple juice for Ritchie.

Leaving the room again, Karen returned a couple of minutes later. As soon as she came into view of Steven he felt his stomach drop.

Steven watched as his mom placed on the highchair tray a small bowl for of an unappetising mush. Steven didn’t know for sure but he was fairly certain it was baby food. Next to the bowl was a baby’s bottle full of milk.

“Come on, Mom…” Steven whined, “You can’t expect me to eat this!”

“I can, and I do.” Karen replied. She sat down in her own seat and munched on a few chips.

“Ritchie, I want you to be a big boy here, OK?” Karen said with a smile to her older son, “Do you think you can try feeding yourself?”

Ritchie looked a little concerned at the task ahead of him but he nodded and smiled. Grabbing a handful of fries and shoving them into his mouth, Ritchie made a bit of a mess as half the fries tumbled out of his mouth. Ritchie gave his mom a big grin.

“Good enough…” Karen said to herself as she turned to Steven.

Taking the spoon, she had brought in with her, she dipped it into the baby food and raised it to Steven’s lips.

“Open up for the choo-choo train!” Karen said excitedly.

Steven didn’t move a muscle, instead he just scowled at his mom. Even if he wasn’t getting the same dinner as the others, he didn’t need to be spoon fed.

“Come on now, Stephen.” Karen said warningly, “The harder you make this, the harder this will all be for you.”

Reluctantly, and against his better instincts, Steven opened his mouth and allowed his mom to shovel in the tasteless mush. He had to fight against gagging as he swallowed it as quickly as possible, the longer it stayed on his tongue the worse the taste got.

Ritchie grabbed the sippy cup and with a look of intense concentration he slowly raised it to his face. He managed to successfully drink from the toddler cup even though some of the juice escaped from the side of his mouth. He looked very proud of his accomplishment when he lowered the cup.

One spoonful was followed by another, and then another. It just kept going as Steven desperately tried to swallow down the horrible, lumpy food. It was only made worse when his mom paused in the feeding and Steven saw her and his brother eating such a tasty meal.

“All done!” Karen eventually said when the bowl was empty, “What a good boy.”

Stephen wasn’t listening, he just grabbed the baby bottle and without even hesitating he shoved the teat into his mouth. He didn’t care how much he looked like a baby with the bottle, he just wanted that disgusting taste out of his mouth.

About halfway through the bottle, Steven’s aching bladder finally started losing its battle. Steven twitched slightly as he felt a jet of hot liquid squirt out of his body and into the thick padding. Trying to squeeze his bladder muscles proved fruitless and the floodgates opened. With little control, Steven began soaking his diaper. As the milk was sucked in at one end, hot urine was shooting out of him at the other.

Blushing a deep red when he saw the others watching him, his primary concern was just to get the horrible taste away. He downed the whole bottle in one go with ease as he really was desperately thirsty. The other two could not see him wetting himself but he still presented quite the sight with the bottle.

Finally, Steven’s bladder finished emptying itself and Steven felt the very curious sensation of warm wetness spreading all throughout the diaper. It wasn’t as unpleasant as Steven thought it might have been but it was humiliating in the extreme. Even worse, he knew that his accident would soon be discovered, as soon as his mom and brother saw what he had done he couldn’t hope to convince them he didn’t need this treatment.

When all three had finished eating and drinking, Karen lifted Ritchie off of his seat and down to the floor. She slipped a finger inside the waistband of his diaper and felt a little dampness but nothing that needed attention right away.

Next, she turned to Steven. She turned the high chair around so that instead of facing the table it was facing her. Immediately she was presented with Steven’s wet diaper directly in her face. She raised her eyebrows and looked up to Steven who couldn’t maintain eye contact. She knew he was wet; couldn’t she just get on with it.

Steven looked away from his mom’s knowing smile. It was too humiliating. Being fed was one thing but when he openly flooded his diaper it made it feel like giving up, like proving his mom right. What better way to show you belong in diapers than using them?

“Let’s get you both upstairs.” Karen said with a smile, “You two can play together.”

Karen unlocked Steven’s tray and lifted him down from the high chair. She didn’t bother checking his diaper since it was clearly wet. Taking both her son’s hands she led them back upstairs and into the nursery. The air was full of crinkles as both boy’s underwear reacted to each and every step. It was music to Karen’s ears as she reminisced over when her sons were still babies and she knew the sound would be embarrassing Steven greatly.

Karen couldn’t help but smile when she saw Steven’s forlorn expression. He looked out at the toys on display without interest and then looked at Karen with a look that just begged to be allowed to go back to his bedroom, to forget all this had happened.

“You boys play nice.” Karen warned as she let go of her kid’s hands, “Look after each other.”

“Wait!” Steven called out as Karen was about to close the door, “Aren’t you going to… Change me?”

Karen smiled as Steven winced and looked at the floor. She could tell how hard it was for Steven to ask that question.

“I think that diaper can last until bedtime.” Karen answered, “You will be fine.”

Karen stepped out and closed the door. Heading downstairs, Karen started to do some cleaning. She suddenly had an idea for the next day, an idea to show Steven his place, an embarrassing punishment to help “break” Steven and regress him. She grabbed the phone, rang a number on her speed dial and held it to her ear with a malicious grin.

This story is written by Elfy

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Chapter 2

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Bouncy Community Service

Bouncy Community Service

The Community Punishment Program benefits the public on multiple levels; not only does it (supposedly) deter and punish criminals, it also provides entertainment for the general public! Here we see an offender on display in a public park, bouncing away for the amusement of nearby park patrons, and the internet and world at large! You can be sure this miscreant won’t be causing any trouble for Mayor Musuko’s fine city any time soon! Well…at least for a few days anyway!

Draw by Musuko42

Order by ??

A YCH, featuring:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/duffy/
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/slate-wolf/
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/krnxbioshock/
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ikutto/

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30457239/

Someone sure seems to be up for a blushing and humiliated couple of days here :(

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Subliminal Baby Part 7

This story is written by Elfy

“You really think it is a good idea?” Karen asked Steven a couple of days later.

Ritchie had been sent to bed at 9pm that evening, a new bedtime that his mother and brother had set him as part of the new regime.

“You heard the psychiatrist.” Steven responded as he scrolled through the online shop looking at all the oversized toddler equipment, “We have to start treating him like a baby if we want him to recover. Besides, some of this stuff is cute!”

Steven was secretly thrilled. Ritchie had tried fighting it but slowly he was being forced into his new place. There had been tantrums, shouting and a lot of tears as his adult rights were slowly stripped away from him. Steven had watched Ritchie complain at every single adult privilege that he lost but no amount of tears or begging had spared Ritchie from the new regime.

“I know but…” Karen put her face in her hands, “It’s just difficult.”

“I know it is mom, but this is for his own good. He will recover with our help.” Steven swivelled around in the computer chair to his mother who was standing behind him. He stood up and gave her a quick hug before sitting back down and facing the computer again.

Steven felt his mom give him a little squeeze on the shoulder as he hovered the mouse over the buy button. He clicked and secured Ritchie’s future. On the outside he appeared solemn, on the inside he was beaming. Nobody knew what he was doing and this whole experiment had gone a lot longer and a lot better than he could ever have expected. The power was intoxicating.

A few days later Steven heard the doorbell go and headed out to the landing. His mom opened the door and it quickly became clear that it was the delivery that he was waiting for. He rushed downstairs so that he could help out, he was eager to see the new equipment.

“Oh Steven, thank you for coming to help.” Karen said to her youngest son as he bounded down the stairs, “But could you maybe check on your brother first? He is overdue for a change, just make sure he is OK and then come back to help carry all this stuff upstairs.”

“Sure.” Steven replied with a smile, “Happy to help.”

Steven walked back up the stairs. His smile faltered slightly as he ascended the stairs back up towards Ritchie’s bedroom. This was easily Steven’s least favourite part of the new dynamic. He loved seeing his brother helpless and padded but he hated having to be the one that dealt with diaper changes.

Steven walked through the open door to Ritchie’s bedroom, Ritchie was no longer allowed privacy as part of his new status. He strolled through the open door to find Ritchie sitting at his computer. Ritchie seemed totally engrossed in his game and didn’t notice when Steven walked in and stood behind him.

It was plainly obvious the hypnotic message was having a strong effect. Steven made sure to only look at the screen briefly but he could see that Ritchie had got significantly worse at the game that he had once been very good at. His coordination seemed to be severely lacking and it looked like he kept forgetting which button to press at the right time.

Just as Ritchie died in his game, Steven reached around Ritchie’s chair and pushed his hand against his brother’s diaper.

“HEY!” Ritchie loudly complained. His lip stuck out like a toddler, “What are you doing!?”

“I’m checking if you need your diaper changed.” Steven said neutrally as he prodded and poked the clearly wet padding.

Ritchie tried to ignore his brother’s checking but he couldn’t help being distracted when he was being poked such as he was. As he died yet again in his game he banged his keyboard in frustration. He tried to stop it but his eyes got very watery, he just didn’t know how to deal with this frustration anymore.

“OK, you need a change. Come on, I will do it before the new furniture is brought up.” Stephen said as he took hold of his brother’s hand.

“New furniture? A change? No… Can’t mom do it?” Ritchie whined. Even as he complained he allowed his brother to direct him over to the bed.

“Yes, me and mom have bought some new things for your bedroom and no, mom can’t change you. She is sorting out the new stuff.”

“You aren’t changing me! I’m not a baby! I want mommy!” Ritchie yelled as he stamped his feet. The tantrum that was never far away erupted as he stood his ground. He looked just like a baby in just a t-shirt and diaper the attire matching an attitude reminded Steven of a grouchy baby.

“Ritchie.” Steven said warningly, “Mom told me to check and change you so get on the bed.”

“No!” Ritchie yelled. He stuck out his tongue and smiled.

Steven, feeling his own temper flare grabbed Ritchie’s arm again and pulled him forward. He sat down on the bed and pulled his sibling over his knee. With a feeling of great satisfaction, he started pulling his arm back and whipping it forward again as he spanked his brother repeatedly and as hard as he could manage.

It wasn’t long until Ritchie was wailing and kicking his feet as he struggled against Steven’s grip. Every spank seemed to sting worse than the previous one and soon Ritchie was begging for mercy, it was like his butt was on fire.

Eventually Steven relented from the assault. For a few moments Ritchie just stayed where he was as he continued to cry loudly before slowly pulling himself off of his younger brother’s lap and standing in front of him.

Steven looked at his older sibling and panted slightly from the effort of the spanking. He could see Ritchie was very red in the face and had tears tracks down his cheeks as he continued to snivel. Both his hands went behind him to rub his bruised behind.

“Now Ritchie, I’m only doing this for your own good, OK?” Steven said to his brother as Ritchie bowed his head, “You need to get used to how things are.”

Ritchie felt furious at how he was being treated but also felt powerless to stop it. He knew that mommy would always side with Steven now. Just as Ritchie resigned himself to being changed again he suddenly had a wicked idea. He let out a little giggle and without a second thought started to squat slightly. If Steven was going to change him, the least Ritchie could do to get his own back was make it as unpleasant as possible!

“Now Ritchie, get on the bed and… What are you doing?” Steven asked before his eyes flew wide, “RITCHIE, NO!”

It was too late. Ritchie had squatted down low and scrunched up his face, Steven watched Ritchie’s face get redder as he did the most infantile thing he could do. Steven could do nothing but watch as his older brother started messing his diaper.

Ritchie pushed with all of his tummy muscles as he tried to empty himself into his tightly taped diaper. After a muffled fart that caused Steven to put his head in his hands, Ritchie felt a semi-solid mass almost explode into the back of his diaper. Ritchie closed his eyes and held his breath as he pushed again. He felt even more poop escape his body into the sticky and warm confines of his diaper. Despite himself, he giggled and even felt himself getting a little excited within his diaper. Ritchie grunted slightly as he made sure he had completely emptied his bowels on himself.

Finally, Ritchie finished his intentional accident and stood back up again with a huge grin. Steven looked at him with a mixture of anger and disbelief that Ritchie would do that to himself just to get back at someone.

Ritchie voluntarily walked to the bed, with a noticeable waddle, and laid himself down. He made sure to rub his bottom on the bed a bit and spread the mess, he giggled as he did so, making sure that the diaper was in as bad a state as possible for his brother. He found Steven’s shocked face hilarious.

“Change my diapee!” Ritchie said in between giggles.

Steven stood up wordlessly and stood in front of his stinky brother. The smell was starting to spread and it was far from nice. Steven pulled the tapes off the front of the diaper and with hesitation he lowered the front gagging at the sight and smell from within. Steven’s reaction just caused Ritchie to giggle even more.

Steven turned and pulled something out of the drawer, something he had put in the drawer the previous day, a large pacifier with the words “Baby Boy” written on it. Steven was scowling as he reached forward and pushed it into Ritchie’s giggling mouth silencing him.

Ritchie was shocked to start with and wasn’t sure what to do but after giving the latex teat a cautious suck he quickly found it to be quite soothing and he soon fell into a rhythm, sighing softly in relaxation as his younger brother continued to clean his very messy diaper area.

It took ten long minutes for Steven to finish the task but finally, having wiped his brother clean he was able to tape him into a new diaper. Steven had to be very careful again as his brother’s excited tool kept getting in the way. By the time Steven had finished Ritchie was happily sucking on the pacifier as if he had been doing it his whole life.

“Phew! What stinks?” Karen came through the bedroom door with a big box. She carried it into the middle of the room and put it down as Steven was just finishing with the tapes.

“That would be Ritchie.” Steven said grimly. He pointed to the used diaper on the floor.

“Well, I guess it is something we will both have to get used to.” Karen said with a rather sad sigh as she looked at her older son who was happily sucking his new dummy and crinkling around in his diaper.

Cutting the box open revealed a large set of bars. Steven headed over to help and together with his mom he lifted the bars into position. Karen took the screwdriver and started putting the bars up on the sides of Ritchie’s bed. It took a surprisingly short time for the bars to be put up completely and Ritchie watched with a strange detachment as his family caged him in.

Ritchie flinched slightly when Karen reached her hand in and pressed against the bottom of his diaper. She sighed slightly as she felt a slight dampness. Ritchie couldn’t remember having another accident and he knew that he should be concerned about it but at the moment all he could focus on was the soothing suckling.

Over the next few hours Karen and Steven carried more and more equipment and toys up the stairs and set about putting it all together. Ritchie watched from his bed, after all the excitement of the earlier change he had started to feel more and more dread about what was happening. He watched as a new changing table was set up, it was full of supplies and made it look like they were prepared to make this his home for the long haul. He watched as toys and stuffed animals were sprinkled all over the room, video game consoles and shelves full of books were removed to make way for new toys and childish books.

“Where are we going to set up the rocking horse?” Steven asked panting slightly as he had just lifted the box all the way up the stairs.

Karen looked around the increasingly cramped nursery that they were building. She had just been attaching a music playing mobile over the bed.

“How about we take the computer out and put it over there.” Karen suggested, “It isn’t like Ritchie will need it in his new state.”

“The computer!?” Both boys said simultaneously. Ritchie saw it as the last vestige of his adulthood and for it to be stripped away really confirmed that he was now no more than an infant. His favourite past time, without it he had no idea how he would fill his time. Steven, on the other hand, knew that without the computer the message would no longer get reinforced. He wanted Ritchie to suffer his baby fate for at least a few months.

“Yes… The computer.” Karen said to both of them with a small laugh, “I won’t want baby Ritchie using it until he’s ready to grow up again and you already have your own. Hmm, maybe I could use it.”

“NO!” Steven yelled, “I mean… Sure, but you should let me clean it up first so that it runs properly.”

“Oh, what would I do without you!” Karen leant forward and gave Steven a hug before wheeling the computer out of the room leaving Steven and Ritchie alone.

Steven looked around at the room. Everything about it now screamed that it was a toddler’s room. Even though he had done so much and disrupted Ritchie to an incredible extent he still felt defeated. Despite everything he had done, without the computer reinforcing the message he was pretty sure that the message would fade and it would not be long before Ritchie started fighting the effects off.

Ritchie looked sadly around the room through the bars of his bed. Gone were his trophies, his electronics, his books, his computer… Everything had been taken away leaving him with nothing but toddler toys. He was still reeling from the fact that he was truly going to be nothing more like a toddler until he recovered, if he recovered. Ritchie shuddered at the prospect but found his pacifier soothed him as he sat back down. He felt a warmth spread throughout his crotch and barely gave it a second thought.

Steven looked at the crib and shook his head before leaving the room. He had come so close to turning his older brother into a helpless, babbling infant for a long time. He had been thwarted at the last moment by something he didn’t think about.

Sitting back at his computer he put his head in his hands, it had been hours since Stephen left Ritchie’s room and he was still trying to think of some way of keeping the regression going. If only there was a way he could still get the message into Ritchie’s mind without the computer. Suddenly he sprung to his feet, a lightning bolt of an idea had hit his brain.

Stephen crept down to his brother’s bedroom and poked his head inside. Ritchie had fallen asleep on top of his covers, his very visibly wet diaper was prominently on display. What interested Stephen more though was the mobile above the makeshift crib.

Creeping over to the bed Stephen turned off the mobile that had been softly playing music and gently detached it. He did his best to not wake the baby as he took down the mobile and carried it back to his bedroom.

Setting it down on his desk he began typing away on his computer as he ran his program and started tinkering with things. He cracked open several cans of cola over the next few hours as he clicked away and modified file after file in his attempt to change the subliminal messaging.

“Aha!” He yelled hours later before remembering it was the middle of the night and turning his volume down.

Steven attached a cable from his PC to the mobile and began programming his new message. He was confident this was the last time he would need to do this until he was ready to allow Ritchie to grow up again.

As the file began to transfer he leant back in his chair and smiled. He watched the progress bar slowly fill up as his tired and heavy eyes let him know how late it was. According to the clock it had gone well past midnight by the time Steven had finished tinkering.

This story is written by Elfy

You can find more story’s like this one posted on My ABDL Life. The only thing you need to do is to check out this page to find them.

Chapter 6

Chapter 8

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Carmon and Sparks

Carmon and Sparks

Sparks is caught by a shark and rather then be eaten, he agrees to be a baby dolly for Carmon’s amusement.

Ok, none of what I typed is true except for the babying part.

Order and text by Rogeykun

Draw by Tato

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30262403/

Poor Sparks he sure dont seems to be so happy about the situation that he have ended up in here :( But i sure think that should be allot better then being eaten.

But i sure think its going to take a couple of days to get use to everything. I sure hope that the shark is going to have some patience for that.

 

 

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Drink all you milk

 

Drink all you milk

order by zerchves

Draw by Diapered-buns

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30200490/

Yes it sure is important for the baby to finish his or here bottle before some adventures in the sandbox and this even include big babies like this one we have here ;)

She sure have ended up in one kind of blushing situation here.

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