No more asking to come to bed, or getting naked in front of me expecting something. No more hints for actions or desires and wishes. He broke Stan, he is now the little boy he needed to be, it is done. With a final whine, the boy lowered his diaper to the mattress and stopped moving. In the dark, Stan made soft cooing and whining sounds while he was humping a bit faster than before. Stan’s diaper came up and down, softly, slowly, in a rhythm. Especially the part when the boys start to hump their already-wet diapers. He loved to watch the first hyno night process. Gregory was standing there for twenty minutes. Looking at his fuzzy friend, he rolled over to his stomach, holding his friend with one arm, he felt the need to hump his wet diaper. A warm feeling started in his diaper, he peed, but he didn’t care, it felt great. His uncle was watching over him, his best friend was in his arms, not a single worry. Stan took the bear into his chest and laid down. Put your little head down and take a nap.” he presented a stuffed teddy bear that looked like the same one from before. Uncle Gregory grabbed the pacifier and stuck it into Stan’s mouth.
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“How is my good boy today? Having fun watching his shows?” he raffled Stan’s hair.Ī big screen TV was playing some kind of babyish show, which seemed to calm Stan down. Uncle Gregory came by the playpen and kneeled.
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He was wearing a thick diaper, a full PJ, and a dangling pacifier clipped on him.
In his dream, Stan opened his eyes to find out he was in a playpen, inside a huge nursery. “Yes Teddy” Stan answered and went in for a hug. Would you like that Stan?” the bear asked and spread his arms for a hug. “All these horrible people with their horrible demands. “I don’t know” he answered with a worried tone. “Why are you naked?” the bear looked down at Stan’s soft penis. Strange sounds echoed into the night, a lullaby maybe, with a voice talking.Ī figure appeared from the distance, it looked like a giant teddy bear, with a loving and warm facial expression. Stars and planets surrounded him from up above, it reminded him of something he saw in the past. Once he succeeded in drying them up, he was in a middle of a field, looking up to the night sky. His eyes were so wet he couldn’t see anything anymore. Waves of emotions had started to hit him. Just in front of him people were having sex, but as he looked down again, his dick was soft and small, not paying attention to what was happening. He tried to move his feet again, but as he looked down, he saw he was naked as they were. The lobby became a nightclub, and the men and women started taking off their clothes and having sex in front of him. He couldn’t move, he felt that he wanted to take part, but couldn’t. He wanted to take part in that, but his feet were stuck on the cold tiles. Hot men and women walked in front of him, smelling good, looking good, and touching each other in a non-appropriate way. He let go of the forms and picked up the phone, just to hear a busy sound bip. He got to an old dial landline phone and a voice screamed in his ear “Answer me now! I’m a mad client!” He ran towards the voice while papers emerged in his grip. He walked into a huge office building made of cold gray concrete with cold floor tiles and a high ceiling.Īs he walked to the receptionist, someone yelled “Stan come over here now and send these forms!”. Stan was dreaming the weirdest dream he had ever dreamed. So many men need it, but Gregory was happy to give it to Stan. He was in need of an authority figure, he was in need of guidance, he was in need of letting go and just being. His boy Stan, he thought, only needed one session. Not exactly sure how, but the results were almost a hundred present proof within a few sessions. How somehow it tipped men over the edge towards infantilism. He learned about what these sounds and lights can do to a person. He stood by the door, looking at Stan in his crib, sound asleep. A small exposure to the sound and lights wasn’t a significant risk, and yet Gregory didn’t want to take any chances with the regression program affecting him. The sound already stopped and it was safe to get in. After an hour since Gregory had put Stan to sleep, the man knew he could return to the boy’s nursery.
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