Hypnotized into Diapers Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Susan couldn't nnlock her front door fast enough as she felt the gooey mess in her diaper start to leak out into her pants. She quickly entered her home, shut the door behind her, and stripped off her closes into a pile near the doorway. Standing only in her diaper and plastic pants, she caught a glimpse of herself in the hallway mirror. She saw a woman, young, attractive, yet encased in a filthy sagging darkened diaper. Her diaper. Her wet and messy diaper. Her pussy quivered ever so slightly.

After a moment lost in the mirror, Susan quickly went to the bathroom to clean herself up. She didn't know what to do other than strip and hose herself off in the shower. Afterwards, she went into her room to change and found that it was completely different. Everything had been replaced. The room had the appearance of a nursery, except all the furniture was made for adults. How can this be!? Susan wondered, before remembering that she herself had ordered all of this from a local store. As if to answer her thoughts, she noticed the large banner that hung in the room, it announced: "Congratulations! It's a girl!". 

Susan felt a small dribble of pee running down her leg which snapped her back into the task at hand. She needed a diaper. Moving over to the changing table, she found it difficult doing up her own diaper, but managed to get one in place. Climbing down, and looking through the cupboards on the changing table, she found a selection of plastic pants, each with a babyish nickname name embroidered onto them. She chose the pair that said "Sleepin' Poopy". Hopefully all this crap helps with my insomnia,  she thought as she pulled up the crinkling pants.

Looking around her home, she couldn't find any of her old clothes, everything had been replaced by various onesies, rompers, and other baby attire. Returning to her nursery, she put on a pink onesie that had a flap in butt. Instinctively, she took the pacifier off of her dresser and began to suck on it, back and forth, back and forth. A subtle warmth spread throughout her diaper and she began to feel very groggy. Laying down in the large crib, she fell asleep almost instantly.

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"Wake up cutey pie!" An unfamiliar voice called out.

Susan rubbed at her eyes, trying to wake up and see who was talking to her. A blurry image of a young girl came slowly into view.

"Wakie Wakie little Susie! I'm Candice, your babysitter!" The newly formed blob said. Susan rubbed her eyes some more and opened them fully. Standing before her was a young women who looked about eighteen years old. She wore a short skirt and had a nice tight blouse holding back a large pair of breasts.

"Why . . . why are you here? I don't need a babysitter." Susan said sleepily.

"I'm here to take care of you! And from the looks of your diaper, you need a change." The girl laughed, "The cute picture I took of you for my instagram already got 500 likes! One girl already turned you into a 'wet baby' meme. It was Soooo cute!"

"Hey! You can't just . .msphhgh . . ." Susan tried to respond but was interrupted as Candice popped her pacifier back in her mouth.

"Baby girl! Don't be upset. You probably just need a fresh diapee and some milk huh? The doctor told me to let her know if you're sassy. She said I could start you off with a big spanking but if you don't behave there would be consequences!" Candice said matter-of-factly as she started to help Susan to her feet.

Susan resigned to what was going on and just sucked on her pacifier, back and forth, back and forth. The diaper change went surprisingly quickly. Afterwards, Candice gave Susan a bottle and rocked her in the rocking chair as she drank. During the feeding, Susan felt her diaper expanding as a mass of poop uncontrollably made it's way into her pants.

"My my! My little baby girl made an uh-oh already! That's pretty good! Babies usually make messies in their pants at feeding time, huh?" Candice said as she patted Susan's back. As if on cue, a faint hissing came from her diaper as well.

Susan stopped sucking on the bottle, opened her eyes and noticed that Candice had recorded the whole thing. Susan frowned and tears filled her eyes.

"OH! Don't be sad sweety! The doctor just wanted me to record you. Besides, I wanted to post a video of my sweety making an uh-oh in her pants!"