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Backfired Hypnosis
🕑 Added 2021-07-05 20:03:48 +0000 UTCRuthie fussed and cried in her playpen while her husband’s mistress, Naomi, smirked at her.
“Such a grumpy baby!” Naomi taunted. “I don’t know why you’re being so fussy, little girl. This is exactly what you deserve. It’s what you were planning to inflict onto me after all. You’re just getting a taste of your own medicine, sweetie. Trying to take me out of the picture by tricking me into watching that hypnosis file? What a bad baby! Your husband deserves much better than a stupid brat like you. He deserves a woman who knows how to please him.”
Ruthie continued crying, bouncing up and down on her padded bottom in anger and pumping her fists stupidly. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t control her emotions. She knew it was part of the effect of the hypnosis she’d been subjected to, the program she’d intended for the conniving bitch gloating above her, but it didn’t matter – from now on she wouldn’t be able to stop herself throwing ridiculous temper tantrums whenever she felt angry.
“What was it you told me, right before your little plan failed?” Naomi asked, smirking down at Ruthie’s bare breasts. “Enjoy spending the rest of your life as a big-titted baby?”
“Noooo!” Ruthie wailed around her bright pink pacifier. “I don’ wanna be a big-titted baby! Dat’s supposed to be you!”
“Awww, I’m sorry sweetheart,” Naomi said, cupping her large breasts through her elegant, lace-trimmed blouse, “but I’ll be staying as a sophisticated adult woman. It’s you who’ll be toddling around in dirty diapers with your jugs out. And don’t worry about those tan-lines of yours. After a week or so playing in the garden topless, they’ll be gone for good! Babies don’t wear bras after all.”
Ruthie cried even harder, imagining what her life would be like from now on. No more bikinis. No more sexy lingerie. Naomi would make sure her tits were out at all times – because that was exactly what Ruthie had intended to do to her, to make sure everyone saw her for the slut she was. That whore had seduced her husband! But now it was her, Ruthie, who’d be spending her days with her boobies bouncing about on her chest. And even worse, she’d be in diapers. Forever. The hypnotic conditioning was completely irreversible, Ruthie knew. She’d be making wee-wees and poo-poos in her nappies for the rest of her life like some stupid, stinky, adult-sized toddler! The exact fate she’d had in mind for her husband’s mistress.
“It’s a good thing you were too stupid to realise I’d caught on to your plan and turned the tables,” Naomi went on, “otherwise it would be me in that crib! Or maybe you would have just dumped me on the street, hmm? I considered sending you off to some mental institute, but in the end I decided it would be more fun to keep you. My little plaything. Mummy’s big baby girl.”
Ruthie could only look up at her tormenter in horror.
“That’s right, baby,” Naomi grinned. “You’re going to me my little girl. We’ll get the divorce proceedings through quickly. After all, an attractive man like your husband can’t be expected to stay married to some overgrown, Pamper-packing two-year-old, can he? No. You won’t be his wife anymore. You’ll be our baby! And then I’ll be free to marry him.”
Crying in her crib wearing nothing but a nappy while her husband’s mistress grinned down at her, victorious, Ruthie didn’t think she could possibly feel more humiliated. But at that exact moment, she felt a sudden cramping in her belly.
Ruthie still had her bladder and bowel control (for now), but it made no difference. The hypnotic conditioning had cemented itself in her mind. She had to go poopy, and that meant she had to go poopy now. Her body acting without her permission, Ruthie felt herself screwing up her face and leaning forward. With a loud grunt, she started straining to fill her nappy with an enormous yucky mess while Naomi cackled with delight above her.
“Get used to stinky diapers, Ruthie,” Naomi laughed while her former rival continued to grunt and fill her nappy loudly, reaching back to cup the seat of her diaper in disgust. “You’re going to be spending a lot of time in them.”
Ruthie looked up at her desperately once she’d finished going potty in her pants. “Pwease change my nappy!” she begged, staring pleadingly at the woman who’d stolen both her husband and her adulthood. “It’s so yucky!”
Naomi just laughed. “Sorry stinky-pants, but I’m going to go and fuck your husband now. I’ll change you before bedtime. Maybe.”
She left, and Ruthie was left to sob and wail in her playpen, a pee-soaked, mess-filled diaper hugging her bottom, her bare breasts jiggling on her chest, trying not to think about just how humiliating her new life was going to be.
