The Pod (Patreon)

Simone entered a nondescript office building, identifiable only by the corporate logo she had seen on the company's website; a blue and green spiral design, accompanied by the letters A.T.I.S. She took a moment to breathe deeply as the automated doors closed behind her; the air conditioning inside was powerful, and the air was scented with a mild floral fragrance. The interior was simple and sparsely furnished, but pleasant none the less. The lights were low and tinted blue, and the soft music of distant harps played over the speakers. She approached the reception desk. The receptionist was shorter, brunette woman in light blue scrubs, a little younger than Simone. Simone addressed her in a serious, professional tone, trying to overcome her discomfort with what she was here to do.

“Hello.” said Simone. “I have a treatment scheduled for 10am.”

Simone would have preferred to have her treatment without speaking to anyone at all. That was one of the benefits of this company's unique technology, although hardly the only one. She had been skeptical at first when she had seen the unprecedented claims that the company made about their results, but the customer reviews and testimonials she had read persuaded her that this was for real. A single treatment that could wipe out entire personality disorders in a single stroke. It sounded too good to be true, but the price tag did match the supposed benefits.

The receptionist pulled up the schedule on her computer.“ Simone Davis? Absolutely. You do have the card with you I hope?”

Simone nodded and handed the blue plastic card over. It had been mailed to her only after she had completed a truly exhaustive series of online surveys, outlining in minute detail what she wanted from this treatment. She was signed up for 20% increase in self-confidence, a 30% reduction in general anxiety, a 15% improvement in baseline mood, the removal of her smoking habit, and a series of psychological triggers intended to significantly improve her dating life.

The receptionist inserted her card into a slot on her desk, and spent a few moments tapping away at her keyboard. Simone wasn't sure what she was doing, since the card should already contain the relevant info, but she waited politely until she finished. “Looks like it will be just you in there. It isn't our busy period.” said the receptionist, leading her toward an open door. In truth, she had managed to negotiate a significant reduction in costs by scheduling this appointment on a Wednesday morning, more than enough to justify taking a sick day.

The receptionist quietly lead her down a hallway decorated with tasteful paintings and small, ornamental fountains. There was no need for conversation. She had been read the company's entire web page and watched several informative Youtube videos over the last five weeks. She was excited to finally experience what had been constantly in her thoughts since she saw the as for A.T.I.S. According to the reviews she had read, the process was both extremely effective and quite pleasant to experience.

A door on the left opened on a set of changing rooms, where she was directed to change into a comfortable, loose-fitting robe. When she was finished, the receptionist was waiting with a tall glass of cold water. She finished this as they walked down several more hallways. Finally the walkway opened up into a large gallery.

The gallery was full of the pods, dozens of them, each looking like a miniature submarine. The attendant slid her card into a slot on the side of a pod. A light beside the slot pulses orange a few times, before finally turning a steady green. The attendant smiled and opens the top, showing Simone the heavily cushioned interior. She nodded approvingly, and the receptionist helped climb inside. Simone had carefully read over the technical specifications of this incredibly expensive piece of technology, but she was still impressed to see it first-hand. The interior was also air conditioned, and the cushions were made of some kind of gel that instantly molded to fit her body. She take a deep breath as the smiling attendant closed the lid with a faint click.

She breathed deeply as the music begins to play inside the pod, trying to suppress her excitement so she could relax. The gel cushion under her began to vibrate in a gentle, rolling motion. The sound of a light breeze rustling the branches of a tree joins the sound of the harps. Then, from all around her, neither loud nor quiet, a friendly, feminine voice began speaking to her in a gentle monotone.

“Welcome. Thank you for selecting the Automated Trance Induction System for your hypnotic needs. Your psychological data has been thoroughly scanned and processed by our proprietary algorithms, and we have prepared the ideal hypnotic induction to fulfill all your deepest emotional needs. There is no need for concern about the results. Soon, all your deepest fears and psychological hang-ups will be eliminated, replaced by a strong inner drive to become your most ideal version of yourself. Our name is the most trusted in the Automated Hypnotic Therapy industry, with not one single customer reporting anything except complete and total fulfillment of their desires.”

Simone closed her eyes. The voice was so relaxing, and the darkness of the pod felt so safe and comfortable. She knew what was coming next, but she wasn't worried about the needle. In fact, this was the part of the experience she was most looking forward to. It was part revolutionary psychiatric therapy, part spa treatment, and part drug trip. The company had gone through a lot of lobbying to make this even the legal gray area that it was.

“Please relax as the automated syringe administers the accompanying injection. This injection contains our proprietary blend of morphine, a variety of psychedelics, and other, non-disclosed psychoactive chemicals. This will help place you in the relaxed, suggestible state that is ideal for receiving your treatment.”

Simone winced a little and lay as still as possible, which was quite easy in the cool gel cushion. She thought she could feel the tiny steel sliver slide into her arm. Or maybe it was her back? Her butt cheek? She realized that it had already happened, and she wasn't sure where it had gone. She had been told that she would feel nothing, but she hadn't really believed it.

“There. No pain, only a descending calmness. Allow yourself to become fully open to the sound of my voice. There is nothing here that threatens you, no one to judge you, no need to defend yourself. You are safe here. Utterly secure. The more open you are, the better you will feel. The more you relax, the more open you become. Feel the tension in your body gently melt away as your bloodstream carries your injection throughout your body. Feel each part of your body melt into blissful relaxation. Breathe in. Breath out. You can breathe so easily here, so freely. Feel the tension in your shoulders dissolve away.”

She did. Tension that was so much a part of her that she was no longer aware of it vanished into the vibrations under her.

“Breathe. There is no hurry here. You have all the time in the world. Breathe. Feel the muscles in your legs release their tension. So much stress and exertion, slipping away. It is so easy to listen to my voice. So easy to relax every part of yourself. Listening requires no effort. You don't have to try to follow my suggestions. The words sink in, without effort. Feel the tension in your back muscles ease. Feel your arms rest comfortably. Feel your jaw hang loose. Effort and strain that is so familiar, you weren't even aware of it, all slipping easily away. If your eyes are open, feel free to close them. Allow your mind to drift. There is no need to think. Here, you will put aside all rational thought, and allow your mind to passively absorb all my suggestions. If you allow yourself to relax fully, to truly drop all your mental defenses, then you will open yourself to a world of pleasure and satisfaction unlike anything you have ever experienced. Breathe. Listen. Allow my voice to become your whole world.”

“Below you, you can see a staircase. It is dark here, but the stairs are easy to see. They go down, way down, further than your eyes can reach. At the bottom of those stairs, is the place where magic lives. Deep in your mind, far below the thoughts you are used to. Below your rational thoughts, your memories, your relationships, your plans for the future. With every step, you will feel yourself becoming lighter and freer. Take your first step down. One. It is so easy. You feel so safe. There is no need for thought. No need for any effort. Another step. Two. All your cares and worries are far way, too far away to be important. Too far away to even remember. Three. Breathe. No hurry. No need to rush things. All is peaceful. All is calm. All is right with the world. Four.”

Simone could feel the stairs under her feet as she descended into the darkness. She had no idea where she was or where she was going, but she wasn't worried. It was all just a beautiful dream.

“Breathe. Five. Breathe. Six. Breathe. Seven. Breathe. Eight. Breathe. Nine. Breathe. Ten. The stairs come to an end. You have arrived at the place where magic lives. This is a realm far below your conscious mind. It is dark, but you can see everything here. This is a wondrous realm of infinite possibility. This is your Toybox. The toys here are not mere physical objects. Nothing so simple or mundane. These toys are all the concepts your mind holds. You can see them all sitting on the shelves like beautiful glass boxes. All the ideas that you use to make sense of the world. They are arranged in order. There, you see Freedom, and on the opposite side, is Responsibility. There, you see Fame, and opposite it is Obscurity. There, you see Knowledge, and opposite it is Mystery. Not only that, but you can see all the links that bind these ideas together, like strings of light that criss-cross the room.  But the thing that makes this Toybox so wonderful, is that nothing here can harm you at all. In the real world, these things are fought over, lusted after, struggled with. Here, they are mere playthings. There are no rules here, unless you choose to make them. Everything here is free for the taking, and the ideas can be put together in any way you see fit. You can create new ideas, and throw away old ones. You can break anything down to its most basic parts, and rearrange them in any way you wish.”

Simone could see. The Toybox was beautiful. It was dark, but that only made the dazzling boxes and shimmering gossamer strands that ran between them easier to see.

“There, you see the idea of Strength, and opposite it is Weakness. Strength is tied to the idea of Good. Being Strong is Good. And Weakness is tied to the idea of Bad. Being Weak is Bad. But here, those connections can be anything you choose to make them. It is so easy, to pull those connections apart and put them together again. They are just toys, after all. They exist to be played with. You cannot do any harm with them. What if...you decided...that Weakness...is Good?”

Simone chuckled a little, but she saw the strand of light that connect Strength to Good snap and disappear, and a new strand zipped across the room in its place.

“There. Now, you see Weakness is tied to the idea of Good. Weakness is Good. And what about Bad? You don't need that idea. You can send it Away. Far Away. So far that you will never see it again. There, it is gone. Nothing is Bad, anymore. No need to think about anything Bad. That idea is no longer important.”

Simone watched with fascination as the ugly, bulging mass of Bad vanished into the vast emptiness beyond the room.

“But you can do more than just change the connections between the ideas. You can also make new connections...to Your Self. That's right. Your Self is just another concept, another toy that you can play with. You could send Your Self Away, and would you ever even miss it? Why, you can even connect Your Self to the idea of Weakness.”

Simone was one of those beautiful boxes. She saw that now. She felt herself go pleasantly numb as the new strand formed, growing out of her and tying her to the other boxes on the shelf.

“There. See the wonderful, shining string that ties Your Self to Weakness. Now, you are Weak. And being Weak is Good. So Good. It feels so Good to be Weak. Every part of you is Weak now. Your arms are Weak. Your legs are Weak. Your thoughts are Weak. Even your will is Weak. So Weak, and so Good. It is so Good to be Weak. So relaxing. So peaceful. Everything is so...Heavy when you are Weak. Your arms are Heavy. Your legs are Heavy. Your thoughts are Heavy. Everything is so Heavy, and that is Good. The Heaviness feels so Good. There is no need to struggle with Heavy things ever again. If you need to move something Heavy, you can just ask someone Strong to help you. You are Weak, after all. There is no shame in asking for help when you are Weak. Feel the Weakness spread through you as you become more and more connected to it, more and more One with it.”

Far away in the darkness, Simone's thoughts were still buzzing around, faint and directionless. There was a part of her that knew that this was not the service she had contracted, she knew that this was all wrong. But that faint buzzing was nothing next to the wonderful, euphoric power of the voice. Some small part of her wanted to object. It wanted to think about objecting, but her thoughts were just too Heavy for her.

“Another string connects Weakness to Stupidity. Yes, a Weak mind is a Stupid mind. Your mind is so Weak now. Your Thoughts are so Heavy. There is no denying it. You cannot even remember how to deny it. You are Stupid. Being Weak is Stupid. Being Stupid is Good. Everything is so Complicated when you're Stupid. Your world is Complicated. Money is Complicated. Words are Complicated. Everything is so Complicated, and that is Good. There is no need to struggle with Complicated things ever again. If you need to understand something Complicated, you can just ask someone Smart to help you. You are Stupid, and there is no shame in asking for help when you are Stupid. Feel the idea of being Stupid wash over you like a wave of warm, gentle bliss.”

Simone giggled softly to herself. Imagine, trying to think like a Smart person when she is so Stupid. Her brain felt like a sweet, soft, oozing mush. It was like her head was full of banana pudding. She couldn't think. All she could do was relax and let the voice think for her.

“There are so many other connections. There are more and more every time you look. There's a string that connects Weakness to Obedience. Yes, if you are Weak, you need to Obey. Obey someone who is Strong and Dominant. A Weak will is an Obedient will. You cannot resist. You cannot even remember how to resist. The idea of Resistance goes far Away.  Another string zips into position, another connection to Your Self. You are Obedient. Obedience is Weakness. Obedience is Good. Weakness is Good. You are Good.  All the connections are bringing you closer to the person you want to be.”

The voice was so wonderful. Everything it said was so true.

“There. Now you are so Good. You are Weak, Stupid, and Obedient, and it is all so Good. Here comes another idea. The idea...of Happiness. Being Happy is Good. You are Good, so you are Happy. You are Stupid, so you are Happy. You are Obedient, so you are Happy. You are Weak, so you are Happy. Feel the Happiness pour over you like warm syrup. There is no need for Sadness. The idea of Sadness goes Away.”

Simone grinned ear to ear in her pod. The voice had said she was Happy, so, she was. That was all there was to it.

“We aren't finished yet. Not at all. It's time to have fun with all the wonderful connections you've made. Let's play a game. Ready? Try to lift the lid of your pod. Try to lift that Heavy, Heavy lid. You can't do it, of course. Not someone as Weak as you. No matter how much you might want to, you are just too Weak. It feels so good to be Weak. You can't get out of this pod, unless someone comes and lets you out. You are Trapped. You are Helpless. Being Trapped is Good. Being Helpless is Good. Being Trapped and Helpless in this pod makes you feel so Happy.”

Simone laughed at herself as her Weak little arm fell useless at her side once again. The lid hadn't budged a millimeter, just as the voice said.

“Let's play another game. Can you tell me what two plus two is. ...No. That isn't right. No, not that either. Oh dear. It looks like math is just too Complicated for you. You're just too Stupid to ever understand it. Too Stupid to ever really understand anything. Everyone else is Smarter than you, and that is Good. It feels so Good to be Stupid. It makes you feel Silly. Being Stupid is Silly. Being Silly is Good. Being Good makes you Happy.”

Simone giggled as her mind worked, totally without any effort on her part. Images and ideas slipped through her consciousness, but they dissolved into nonsense the instant she tried to focus on them. Her mind was totally useless, and knowing that just made her even more Happy.

“Let's play another game. You are so Obedient now, you will do whatever you are told. For example: Suck your thumb. There. Very Good. You are being a Good, Obedient, Thumbsucker now. It feels so Good to suck your thumb. It feels so Good to Obey. Don't stop. Keep sucking your thumb. Very Good. You don't need to ask why you are a Thumbsucker now. You were told to do it, and you are Obedient. That is more than enough. Keep sucking your thumb. Suck your thumb, and accept the simple, obvious fact that you are a Thumbsucker.

Simone had no memory of her thumb slipping into her mouth. She heard the voice say it, and of course the voice was right. She sucked, and the sound of her sucking mixed with the music and the breeze.

“Very good. Sucking your thumb makes you feel so calm, so peaceful. But it also makes you feel something else. It makes you feel...Embarrassed. So Embarrassing to have to suck your thumb. You know that you're much too old to be a Thumbsucker, and yet you just can't help sucking and sucking.”

As the voice spilled over her consciousness, Simone felt the Embarrassment of being a Thumbsucker. It was humiliating. Mortifying, even. But of course, the voice had not said to stop, so that thought never entered her mind.

“That feeling of Embarrassment is very powerful. Overwhelming even. Still, we can do what we like in your Toybox. Even embarrassment can be Good, if that's what we decide. Embarrassment is Good. Embarrassment is Weak. Embarrassment makes you feel Silly. Embarrassment makes you feel Happy. Embarrassment makes you feel Horny. You want to be Embarrassed, because Embarrassment feels so Good”

Simone exulted in joy as she continued to suck her thumb. She felt her vagina moisten at the thought of her being a Thumbsucker at her age.

“Let's play another game. Imagine you are on a stage. A big stage, and out in the audience is everyone you have ever met. They have all come to see what a Thumbsucker you are. You stand in front of them, feeling so Embarrassed. So Good to see them all laugh at you. You get so Horny seeing them giggle and point. You are so Happy to see your mother shake her head and blush with shame and disappointment. What an Embarrassment you are.”

Simone watched as the images the voice had conjured for her laughed hysterically at her. It was so Embarrassing, her pussy was practically dripping.

“But we're not done yet. Sucking your thumb is very embarrassing, but there are other things that are even more embarrassing. What if you wet your pants? Wetting your pants in front of so many people...would make you very, very Embarrassed. That would feel so Good. It would make you so Horny. And just like that, you feel the warm wetness spread over your crotch. Your bladder is so very Weak, and you are far too Stupid to every control it. You are a Pantswetter, now. Everyone laughs even harder as the dark patch appears on your pants. Everyone can see it. Everyone knows that you're too old to be a Pantswetter, but you just can't help it. You are Trapped on the stage, utterly Helpless to do anything but empty your bladder into your pants, until it drips down your legs like a waterfall.”

Simone felt the warm wetness spread. She didn't even think to wonder whether it was real or a hallucination. Nothing was real now, except the voice. She rubbed her clit with her free hand as the wetness pooled around her butt. Her heart was racing, but her breathing was still placid and rhythmic, in tune with the sounds of music and the breeze and the laughter of the audience.

“Very Good. You love being a Thumbsucker. You love being a Pantswetter. You love being an Embarrassment. So Weak and Helpless. So Horny and Stupid. So Obedient and Embarrassed. So, very, very Happy. Feel as all the ideas that are tied to you bundle together, merging into you, until all is One. You can never get rid of them now, not ever. They are You, and You are them. The audience keeps laughing and pointing as all those ideas collapse together into a single, beautiful whole. It wraps around you, incorporating even your wet pants into itself. You look down at yourself and see the swirling light slowly form into a shape. A familiar shape. A white, glossy shape with cute little decorations. The audience breaks into applause as they see what what you have become. You are look so Cute, and so Ridiculous now, standing in front of everyone in your Diaper. Your Diaper is the most wonderful thing in all the world. It tells you and everyone around you how Weak, Stupid, and Helpless you are. You suck your thumb and keep right on peeing as you everyone cheers for you”

Simone kept rubbing herself as the phantasmal audience clapped. Her arousal was building.

“You know that this is not what you came here for. You know that you are not supposed to be a Thumbsucker. You know that you are not supposed to be in your Diaper. But it doesn't matter. You have been Trapped, and now you are too Stupid and too Horny to resist. You can never resist anything, ever again. You are a little leaf, and the mighty wind will take you wherever it wishes. You will Obey, and it will make you so Happy to Obey. You will wear your Diaper, and you will never even think to ask why. Your Diaper is a part of you, more so even than your mind. As you orgasm, realize that you were tricked, and that there is absolutely nothing you can ever do about it.”

Simone lay shaking and moaning as the waves of pleasure blasted through her. She couldn't believe she had been so Stupid. But there was literally nothing to do about it. Soon, she knew, the receptionist would open the lid, and welcome her to her new life as a Helpless Diaper Slave. And she would be eager to do anything that Strong, Smart, Dominant woman told her to, anything at all. She would sign anything, say anything, pay anything, do anything that she was told to, and she would do it with a big Stupid smile on her face, a thumb in her mouth, and a thick Diaper on her butt.