Nia's File (Patreon)

“I don’t want to be smart.” Nia wrote down in her notebook. Her hands trembled as she felt the hypnotic suggestions whisper softly in her ear. She adjusted her headphones to get optimal sound from the hypnosis file. This was an endgame file. This wasn’t a beginner file you find off the internet. Nia had sought the best hypnotists she could find in the US for this. She had given him nearly all her life savings to produce a file of such magnitude, that it completely re-wrote the inner workings of her brain forever.

Or rather, un-plugged the wires of her brain. Nia didn’t want to just be dumb, she wanted to be a baby again. She wanted her mind to think and react just like that of newborn baby. No words. No thoughts. No cognitive function. Just blank beautiful baby bliss. This file was jam packed with these suggestions. They were hard hitting enough to last forever. No amount of counter-hypnosis could be done to undo the damage. This was the end of Nia’s adult mind for the rest of her life. And she couldn’t be happier.

She shifted in her seat. The thick diaper she had on crinkled in response. She picked her pen back up to continue the letter to her friends and family. She wanted to completely explain her situation once they found her, totally baby brained.

“I’m sorry to spring this on you all, but understand that this is what I want. This is how I want to live my life. There is no doubt in my mind. I’m ready to be not smart, and be a person who is not a big smart adult head smarty pants in their heads no more.” Nia wrote. That last sentence seemed strange to her, but she knew that she had limited time left before the hypnosis disabled her ability to write anymore, so she kept going, and wrote with her heart.

“I like being free. I like the idea of being free. And I like diapers. Diapers make me safe. Diapers make me feel good. I like diapers. Diapers make me safe. Diaper make me feel good. Um, and I think that wearing them are just, like, so much fun, aand I like when they get really squishy, and they are just so much fun when they’re warm. And oh! I don’t want to know when they’re getting warm and squishy anymore. I want to have no clue what that potty is in the bathroom anymore.” Nia wrote, her handwriting decayed from perfectly neat, to rushed and more spaced out. Her fingers started to struggle drawing each individual letter. She found herself having a harder time paying attention to her thoughts. She thought it best to just keep going in her diary.

“I hope that evaryone wil b rly nise to me wen I start doin pee pee in diapies again. I don think I wen’ poty in my diapie yet but It feels so funny down ther rite now. I tink pee pee?” Nia wrote, unsure of the state of her diaper. Something around her crotch felt warm, and vaguely wet. But at the same time, that feeling was familiar to her. Her diaper got warm sometimes, it’s just as natural as breathing to her. She wasn’t supposed to pay attention to that. Who cared if felt bulkier now? Nia felt about how to even go to the potty when she had to wet herself. It didn’t really make sense. She normally just let everything go in her diaper. When was that ever different? Thinking about it was getting so strange and difficult to follow.

Nia wanted to keep going, but she suddenly found herself bored with drawing scribbles in her coloring book. She wanted to do something fun, like play with the cute toys that were scattered around her room! Nia dropped the pen on the table and found herself sinking onto the floor.

“uh-ohh…” Nia suddenly squeaked out. Something was happening. Something felt different in the seat of her diaper. Nia registered what was going on for a split second. She placed her hands on her diapered butt. But there was not stopping it. Nia couldn’t if she tried. Her brain didn’t know how to stop herself from messing her diaper. Even then, Nia barely registered that was even happening. Her eyes and brain were too fuzzy to focus on thoughts for more than a few seconds. She felt a warm mush spread across her bum. That made Nia feel good. She felt a drolly smile flash across her face. It was fun when her diaper felt warm and squishy like this. She felt herself bounce a couple times up and down on her knees.

“Diadie poo poo drbroob boo boo!” Nia said, trying her best to connect the scattered infantile thoughts in her mind with words on her lips. The world just stopped making sense. Nia didn’t know about anything other than her toys, her mommy, daddy, and herself. What else was there for her to know or worry about? Words and numbers dissolved in the hypnotic whisipers. Memories of her past life were erased, and instead replaced with the new ones of today.

Nia’s eyes glossed over as she slowly sank onto her back. The hypnotic track wasn’t even 20 minutes into the 12 hour long file. It still had plenty of work to do. Completely scrubbing Nia’s brain of every experience, thought, skill, and ability. It wouldn’t stop until she was nothing more than a babbling brain-dead diaper filler for the rest of her life.