I heard my son’s voice loud and clear from across the hall. Ron was allowed to be in a big boy

I heard my son’s voice loud and clear from across the hall. Ron was allowed to be in a big boy bed when he was watching his videos. I entered my baby boy’s room and looked at his cute face. His pacifier was back in, and he was still dressed in his onesie. “Good job, baby. Does Ron need a diaper change?”“Yes, Dada, Ron needs diaper change.” I closed the computer and placed it back in the bedside drawer. Then I unzipped my son’s onesie and took off his diaper. He had gone both number one and number two last night. I didn’t mind disposing of the diaper and cleaning up my son’s genitals. All that just meant my plan was working perfectly. My plan began with a bit of fortuitous luck. I had always wanted to make Ron into my baby boy. I had an annoying wife to deal with ever since he stopped wearing diapers, and she only left me this year, when she found my stash of diaper porn. Ron had been going to school across the country. But with the COVID-19 pandemic still raging, Ron was forced to come back home, and stay home. His mom didn’t tell him the real reason why she left, which was perfect. Now that I had access to Ron 24/7, I needed to find a way to hypnotize him. I put a tracking device on his computer to see what websites he went to most often. Unlike most men his age, he wasn’t really that horny. When he did have the urge to jerk off, he did it to some random chick over the internet. He didn’t even have a stash of porn anywhere! I knew my job would be a bit more difficult, but thankfully, school solved all of my problems. When Ron returned back home, he had a few weeks left in school. By now, the school had adapted to fully virtual learning, and thanks to the tracking, I could tell which websites Ron went to for school. One of them was a private Youtube channel that one of the teachers posted their lectures on. It took a couple days and nights, but I meticulously transferred all the videos over to a new account and linked Ron to that channel instead. Of course, I did something to the video only Ron would be watching. There was subliminal messaging and binaural beats in the background now. There was also an overlay of a spinning spiral behind every video. Soon enough, Ron would get the urge to ask me about this new fetish of his, and I would point him down the path of more extreme hypnosis, slowing warping him into my baby boy. A couple weeks passed, and Ron was still the studious man I had trained him to be. However, one Sunday, after dinner, Ron approached me with a question he thought was pretty weird. “Uh, Dad, have you ever heard of the ABDL fetish before?” “Isn’t that the one where grown men act like babies and wear diapers?” Of course I knew all about it, but I couldn’t let it slip to Ron that I knew, just yet. “Yeah, that’s the one. And I think, um, I think that I’m into that stuff.”“You don’t need to be ashamed about it, Ron. I’m actually into that too.”“Really! But I’ve never seen any of the supplies around the house.” “Well, Ron, I’m actually into the mental component more than the diaper and the crib and all that.” Another blatant lie, but I was drawing Ron in deeper and deeper. “Uh, same here,” Ron said. “Perfect! I have some tapes that you can listen to that will really bring you into the mindset of an ABDL. I’ll send them to your email.” “Thanks, Dad!” Later that night, Ron watched the first of about twenty videos. Of course, it was about ABDL and mental regression, but Ron didn’t pick up on the more overt hypnosis. However, a couple days later, he wanted to wear a diaper. A couple more days, and he was wearing a pacifier. A couple more days, and he was calling me Dada again. And here we are now, about eight days in. Ron liked to wear onesies now, as they were easier to put on. His mental regression into my baby boy again was going swimmingly. After his diaper change, Ron wattled around the house. His legs were shaky, like he was trying hard to balance his whole body on them. He loved playing with blocks and other kiddie toys I had around the house. He was still able to turn on the TV, but instead of the HBO dramas he loved, he watched Sesame Street or other shows geared towards very young children. By now, Ron didn’t find that weird at all. He thought he actually liked these shows. As more and more time passed, Ron regressed more and more. His sentences became more and more basic, until he couldn’t string two words together! He couldn’t even tell me his diaper needed to be changed, and by that point, he had lost all control over his bladder and sphincter. His taste in media had changed, now enjoying simplistic books like “Goodnight Moon”. As I placed my baby boy safely in his crib, I knew my plan was successful. Ron had stopped watching the videos yesterday, as it was getting difficult for him to keep the earbuds in. The mental regression was permanent, and I would have a lot of fun with my baby boy now, doing stuff I had only dreamed on doing in the past.  -- source link

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