Linsey (Patreon)

Linsey knew things were getting dire as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her adult self was starting to spiral completely out of control.

The new mind melting diapers had hit the AB/DL market not too long ago. Linsey, not being one to pass up the chance to indulge in her fetish, decided to pick them up. People had warned about how powerful they were, and that extended use caused the user to start acting more and more babyish in real life.

Linsey was cautious but even she couldn’t resist the power of these diapers. They activated whenever you wet them. The first time she let loose, her brain entered little space hard. She couldn’t even feel herself going after a few seconds. Her bladder and bowel muscles became soft, and confusing to figure out in the firs place. Her brain felt more than high. It was like her mind had dissolved into that of a total child.

Linsey was hooked after that. She started wearing them everyday she got home from work. The moment her feet walked through that door, her pants were off, and the diapers were coming on. She’d spend every waking minute alone in those diapers. Completely zoned out, lost in a babyish haze of gurgles and strange mushy feelings around her waist.

She knew things were getting too much. She had just burned the last of her vacation and sick days (Which she normally prided herself in not taking). She stared at the girl in a pony tail, babyish onsie, and dry diaper in the mirror.

The times that she was “Sober” from her diaper use, her mind was already starting to get fuzzy. Like someone had sucked the higher-level notions out of her head and replaced them with more simple, childish thoughts. She knew she was teetering on the edge of permanent brain damage. She drew in a deep breath, and centered her mind to try and think clearly.

“What if I just… became a baby though?” That was the first thought that floated through her head. Her face blushed red. The adult side of her brain screamed out against that thought. Who in their right mind would willingly let themselves regress back into the mind of a dumb baby?

The fetish side of her was louder though. Whether it was the diapers swimming in her mind, she wanted this more than anything in her life.

“I don’t need potty training. I don’t need to know big kid stuff like… how to spell or read. I can just be dumb and not have to think about any of those things anymore.” Linsey said, as she felt herself fall to the floor. Her legs were getting too wobbly with excitement. “I won’t know the adult life I’m missing anyways…. It won’t matter if I…”

The last gasp of her adulthood cried out. Within an instant, Linsey had stamped it out. The fun side of her brain was in charge right now. And frankly, that fun ditzy side was about to take over completely.

“Hnnggg.” Linsey said, pushing a gush of pee out into her diaper. Her brain felt numb the second the pee hit the padding. She felt herself loose the capacity to form any lines of thought. The parts of her brain the controlled thought started burning out like old light bulbs. Her braincells shriveled one after the other, permanently sinking herself into a deeply regressed state.

The only sections of her brain left were filled with warm mushy thoughts of diapers and babyish tendencies. She felt a sudden rush of intense love for her diapers. Her thumb gravitated toward her lips. She started chewing on it at first, until it slid deep into her mouth. She started sucking in a perfect rhythm.

“Mm bwoo doo booboo.” Linsey gurgled to herself. In her regressed little head, she had an incredibly fuzzy, vague inkling of what she was trying to articulate. But she couldn’t even rationalize it if she tried. She couldn’t even talk to herself anymore. There were no thoughts in her head. Letters were just random scribbles to her now. All that was left were babyish emotional urges that randomly blubbered out of her mouth when they floated through her blank head.

Her knees lifted while she filled her diaper with a heavy mess. Her potty training was at literal zero at this point. There wasn’t a single part of her brain that understood how to use the bathroom. She didn’t even understand why her diapers would get warm and mushy all of a sudden. To her, diapers just did that for whatever reason.

It’s what Linsey wanted in the end. She knew the risk of wearing them. She knew what would happen. And even if she could admit it to herself now, this had been the end goal all along. Dumping her adult brain and botty for a mentally destroyed, diaper filling adult baby.