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The Pacifiers Part 1 & 2
🕑 Added 2021-03-27 17:34:21 +0000 UTC1
“Huh, he got me a pacifier?” Your girlfriend, Alyssa, whispered to herself. She twirled the light green pacifier in her hand before looking back at the box. She glanced at the note you left in it for her.
“Enjoy!” That was all you wrote in black sharpie. Alyssa felt uneasy. She knew all about your diaper fetish, you two had been dating for three years at this point but she’d never participated in it as much as you hoped. She called you Daddy sometimes, and even wore a pull-up for you once. But other than that, it was mainly vanilla. She twisted the pacifier around its ring.
“Does he expect me to use this thing?” She thought. She knew you’d ask her about it when you came over later this afternoon. “I got it!” Alyssa thought, she instantly started walking to her bedroom to grab her phone. “I’ll send him a picture of me sucking on it, that’ll make him happy, plus he’ll have the picture on his phone to get off to whenever he wants.” She reasoned, hopping onto her bed. “This is perfect!”
She took one last look at the pacifier. She was genuinely surprised they made them this big. The bulb itself was practically the size of a regular pacifier. She raised the pacifier toward her lips. The bulb slipped between her teeth, her mouth enclosed around the end.
“Mmm!” Alyssa said involuntarily. The front of her brain felt fuzzy. The focus in her brain turned way down. She subconsciously raised the front of her shirt right and snapped the picture. “Dash gownna bew pewfect!” Alyssa mumbled around her pacifier. Her mouth sucked in rhythm. Each suck brought another gush of warm tingly sensations running through her brain and body.
She looked at the selfie she just took. She was wearing a red and white striped shirt, her green pacifier, and a thick adult diaper.
“Pewfect!” She said again, turning the phone back around to send the message. “Daddyyyy, I need you to come ova’ and change meee…” She wrote to you. She’d felt a sudden splash of warmth spread through her diaper moments before. That was normally a sign that something was going on in her diaper, even if she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.
“Otay! Now it's time to… um…” Alyssa thought, letting her phone fall to her side. Something felt different now. She looked down at her soggy warm diaper. “Has I… always been in wet diapies?” She thought, trying to figure out where those might have come from. It was getting harder to keep her train of thought together. Each suck of the pacifier set off another grenade of white puffy baby thoughts in her mind.
“I don’t…. No… I do… wear diapies… how else would I go to the… potty? Wait no, I think I’m getting dumb!” Alyssa thought, feeling a rush of excitement roll through her. She felt oddly proud at the fact she was getting dumber. “Phew… dat was a whole lots of thinking.” Alyssa thought, feeling herself fall back down on her back.
“Maybe I ask Daddy if I always a dumb baby. Or um… I can tink of somethin’ wreallllly smart like… da alphabet!” Alyssa thought, she mentally prepared herself for the challenge. If she could get to the end, then she had to be a big kid and not a dumb baby.
“Otay… A, B, D, C, E, G, H, J, L, O, P….. um…. Y and D!! Hora!!” Alyssa yelled ecstatically to herself, she felt a pool of drool push out from between her lips and slide down the bulb of her pacifier. The palm of her hands came together for successive claps of joy.
In all this excitement, Alyssa wasn’t even surprised at the sinking feeling in her bladder. Part of her recognized the fact she was going. But she didn’t know what to do after that. She was never taught the next step. She felt messages from her bladder from time to time, but that didn’t mean she knew how to act on them.
“Dadday gonna be so happy when he gets home!” Your girlfriend said around her drooly pacifier before falling into a zone-out session purely from the thought of diapers.
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2
“Daddyyy!” Your girlfriend yelled, “Me no wanna be in dry diapiee!” Alyssa spewed from behind her pacifier. “If I’m in a new diaper, I’ll feel dry, and that SUCKS!” Alyssa thought, before feeling those words blend into the babyish chaos that was becoming her mind.
It had been an interesting month for Alyssa. After she started using the mystical pacifiers you ordered for her online, you were noticing permanent changes in her behavior. Each color made a different change in her mind. The light green one brought her to the cognitive level of a three-year-old. You watched each day as another mental milestone was erased from her brain. First, it was potty training. She lost all memory of the concept seemingly overnight. You watched her walk into a bathroom once. She looked utterly lost. It was mere seconds before she ended up drenching her diaper anyways. “I didn’t know what to do!” She said cheerfully before skipping back to her toys.
The next milestone was her mathematical skills. You quizzed her every day on simple math problems. You started with division and multiplication, but that was already too much for her on day 1. Instead, you tried adding simple numbers together with her like 1+3. She was okay with that at first, but after a week she didn’t even know what ‘that thing in the middle’ meant anymore. It wasn’t long until she couldn’t count past the number 5, and eventually lost the concept of numbers altogether.
The yellow pacifier she’d been working on the past two weeks made her obsessed with using her diapers. Even you were surprised at the sheer desire she had for filling her pants. She begged for her next bottle of juice before she was even done with the one, she had in her hand. “I wanna pee-pee for eva’ daddy.” She repeated to you all day long. You watched her diaper use skyrocket. She was never thirty minutes away from a droopy diaper wiggling between her legs. If you didn’t keep an eye on the time, eventually a puddle of pee would start growing somewhere in your house.
Here you were today, your baby-brained girlfriend begging to stay in her wet diaper. It was hard to pass up. You decided to let her play in her warm mess for another few minutes. Besides, there was a new pacifier for her to use today.
It was the most expensive one on the site. It plunged the user into another world. One where they never grew up mentally. Everyone in your life only knew you as the adult baby down the street. You opened the pacifier’s package and pulled it out. The white plastic glinted in the sun.
“I’ve got a new pacifier for you today, Alyssa.” You said to your girlfriend, extending it out to her.
“Oooo! Yayyy!!!” She squealed, letting the yellow one around her lips fall onto the floor. She snatched the one in your hand and brought it up to her lips.
Except, she stopped right as the bulb kissed her lips. Her gaze was fixed for a moment at the floor before she looked up into your eyes.
“Daddy.” She said, suddenly extending it out to you, “You twy it!” She said, a rosy smile growing across her face. You were shocked. You never considered using one of these on yourself before. The earth-shattering consequences you’d face.
You had always been an AB/DL though. A part of you was extremely jealous of the life your girlfriend got to live now. Day after day of mind-melting cartoons, filled to the brim diapers, and a never-ending stream of toys and bottles. What’s better than that?
“Um…” You said, grabbing the pacifier from her hands. You read online that if you only sucked on it for a second or two, the effects were normally temporary. It was difficult to keep yourself from stealing a few sucks this past month, but now that it was shoved in your face…
“Five sucks, MAXIMUM!” You thought to yourself. You slipped the bulb in between your teeth. You felt it glide smoothly across your tongue and nestle into place.
“Mrmm…. HEY!” You said, twenty minutes later when your girlfriend pulled the pacifier out of your mouth.
“Yous hoggin! Here, twy dis one!” She said, extending you one of her other pacifiers. Your anger melted quickly into excitement. This one was yellow! And it even matched the color of your originally white diaper. You popped it in. It made you happy to know that your baby friend was a good sharer.
