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WETTYORNAH’s Hypno Guide

DISCLAIMER: Hypnosis isn’t for everyone. I understand that the idea of it is hard to believe for many people. The truth is, I’m with those people. However, the magic of hypno is letting yourself try and believe it. It takes effort from a good hypnotist and effort from a good subject. If you’re expecting results off the bat, you’re failing yourself. Give it time, listen again and again, and try to believe. Eventually, you might find yourself in a situation you can’t believe your way out of 🤷🏻‍♂️

I’ve labeled them based on the type of hypno I like. As I’m DL rather than AB, you won’t find much about regression or baby like behaviors. This list is mostly meant for encouragement to wear diapers, or bladder control. The three categories are bedwetting (self explanatory), lifestyle (stuff like committing to diapers, realizing they’re right for you), and fuck yourself over (dangerous hypno that usually has a condition, like if you give in and wet, you’ll never be able to stop) They are mostly meant for male listeners as far as I can tell.

So let’s get into it

BEDWETTING/LIFESTYLE

Curse Night Diapers - EMG

This one forces you to wear diapers to bed, along with wetting them. This one doesn’t exactly encourage incontinence, but the fact you’re going to bed in diapers which you will wet will fulfill that desire to become a bedwetter.

BEDWETTING

Bed Wetter - Sarnoga

Doesn’t encourage diapers, but does make you enjoy bedwetting. There’s mention that you’re too immature to choose diapers. This file basically sets you up to become a bedwetter and end up having someone make the choice for you that you need to wear diapers to bed. Great to use with the help of someone else.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER/BEDWETTING Bedwetter Fear to Reality - EMG

Makes you anxious about having an accident, you choose to wear diapers or not. Of course, if you do have an accident, that’s it. One leads to another. Dangerous if you don’t want to find yourself trapped

LIFESTYLE

Diaper Dependence 1 - Champtehotter

The first in his series of making you diaper dependent. This file causes you to commit to diapers and explains why you need them. This is a great first step, and then you can move on to the next one once this one has fucked your mind.

LIFESTYLE

Diaper Train 1 - Sarnoga

This hypno also encourages you to commit to diapers. Each lesson will have you wearing diapers more, first at home alone, then around people, then out in public. It does this by making you feel like you can’t use a toilet to get relief. WARNING: this one did mess with me, and in some files encourages bedwetting even when sharing a bed just to prove you really need diapers.

LIFESTYLE

Every Good Boy Wears Diapers - Sarnoga

Explains every reason why you need diapers to avoid making messes. Diapers are the best choice for boys is the main message

LIFESTYLE

The Diaper Does It - Sarnoga

Makes you love your diapers and give them your control. The main twist of this file is that if you don’t wear diapers every so often, you will start having accidents in your pants. Basically makes a timer in your head so you must come back to diapers.

LIFESTYLE/FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Master your Bladder -

Teaches you that your bladder is in control of your life, and the only way to fix it is to take the control away. Causes bladder incontinence.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Diaper Drug - Champtehotter

Imagine you’ve been injected with a drug that makes you love your diapers and become bladder incontinent. As long as you don’t cum, it won’t be permanent. I dare you to listen.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Pantswetter Incontinence

Makes you have accidents whenever and wherever until you have no choice but to wear diapers.

Thats it for now, I definitely got more but this took longer than I thought. I like every single one of these, and I think you will too. Let me know how it goes or which one you enjoyed most.

It was just about to hit 8:45pm, your bed time was coming up soon and you knew your bedtime routine. Get your changing mat out, lotion, poweder, fresh thick overnight diaper ready, pacifier in mouth so no fussing, lie on your back and legs up in the air so you're babysitter could inspect what sort of toxic waste of a diaper she'd have to deal with.

You looked over everything making sure it was all there. Everything looked in order, you sat down gently onto your changing mat. Carefully not trying mush up the load sitting in the seat of your diapers. You put some weight on your back and lifted your legs. Your stinky shame was perfectly on display. If anyone walked into the room they would know that this young man clearly has the potty training skills of a newborn infant. You tried not to imagine what sort of thoughts ran through your babysitters head when she'd walk into the room and see you on display. This was a regular routine for you but it was still pride crushing. You turned your head to see the thick puffy overnight diaper resting beside it, your dick had probably be wrapped up in diapers more times then you could count, while you could count on your hands how many times it had been in a girls wet dripping pussy.

You looked down at the mess between your legs, it was comically large. Due to your constant time in diapers big meals would get the better of you. Dinners lately seemed to be getting bigger and much more heavier, by the time you'd be let out of your highchair you'd be scampering off to a more seculded part of the house to make a large mushy load into your heavy duty diapers. Depending on who was babysitting you some dinners would be followed up by a large bottle of warm milk. Nothing is quite humbling then being stuck in a hot chicks lap trying suckle down a baby bottle of hot milkies as quickly as possible so you don't mess yourself there and then.

Thankfully you're sitter tonight wasn't that twisted, Grace or Gracie as she preferred to be called was actually a very kind babysitter. She wouldn't tease you as much during changes, sometimes she'd let you stay up an extra 30mins after usual bedtime on weeknights and

would let you play videogames that had a adult rating. You appreciate these little things and always tried to stay on her goodside. You were pretty sure she might have had a crush on you, as she treated you so differently. On your end it was pretty obvious how you felt about her, a lot of changes you'd try not to get erect but always would, she seemed to giggle away and wasn't to upset about it while you lay blushing sucking on your pacifier avoiding eye contact.

The sound of clicking shoes on floor brought you out of your little daydream, Gracie was on her way and changing time about to commence. Gracie peaked into your room.

"Awww always so ready for bed time changies and looks like someone is in desperate need of one to"

You blushed at her comment but also couldn't help notice Gracie had changed her clothes since arriving, she wasn't in her casual lounge wear, but in something more serious a dress. She was dressed to go out and you could smell the fresh perfume she had just applied.

"Okay, I know you're in a big need of a changie but I sorta lost track of time when I was getting ready. Don't panic I'm just going out for like an hour with..... a friend! Now you can stay up that extra hour and do what ever you want. Lets keep that a little secret between you and I"

Gracie said rubbing the front of your diaper to butter you up to the idea. You nodded your head as she did.

"Great! I knew you wouldn't mind. Plus you get to stay up an extra hour playing videogames just like a big boy would"

Both of you heard a car horn outside.

"Oh I gotta go sweetie. Remember I'll just be an hour. Just video games and tv, dont get up to anything naughty!"

she said winking as she ran for the door in her tight dress. You picked up your phone off your bed dresser and scrolled through Instagram, you noticed Gracie had recently put up a story. It was a mirror selfie of her with a caption that read

"Anyone around tonight? I'm free for some fun 😝"

It hit you Gracie wasn't really meeting a friend. You looked back at your bed with your changing mat and fresh overnight diaper out. Whoevers house she was going back to they probably didn't have changing supplies and a diaper laying out you thought in defeat. You booted up your Playstation to try take your mind off it and pass some time.

You played for a while and looked back at your phone, it has definitely been over an hour an you were starting to get bored of videogames and wondering when would Gracie get back. I guess if you had the free time you could sneak in a little humpie action you thought. You weren't allowed to make cummies in your diaper but Gracie wouldn't even notice by the time she got home.

You placed two pillows on your bed and began slowly grinding on them. The mess in the back of your diaper was sloshing about with each stroke. You decided to load up some porn to help you get there a bit easier. You picked a video where the girl kinda looked like Gracie, she was getting worked over hard. She was bouncing on her co-stars dick like a total pro, you begin picking up the pace imagining you were the one giving it to her hard and fast. They switched to doggy, you spat out your pacifier and began unconsciously timing your humps to the strokes in the video. You put your hand on your hips really emphasising the pounding you were giving, if this was Gracie she would be screaming my name you thought.

Suddenly. giggles erupted ,from behind you.

Gracie was standing right there, phone in hand recording. "Oh don't stop I think you're about to make that pillow cum stud muffin" she snorted still giggling at the scene she has just walked into.

You quickly unmounted your pretend sex partner, shocked, embarrassed and humiliated at what Gracie had just caught you in the middle of. You fumbled locking your phone attempting to silence the loud porn video playing.

Gracie shook her head "To think I gave you a little time to stay up and have fun but here I catch you humping the life out of a pillow in a messy diaper. Well firstly thats your phone privilege gone, secondly get into bed you're not getting a change tonight. Lastly, yes I will be sending that little video to your mom she can deal with you tomorrow morning."

She picked up your pacifier pushing it into your open mouth then headed for the door.

"Remember, you'll always be the one humping the pillow hunny not the guy in video giving it."

Diaper pics and gifs credit: @lil-guy-things

Feeling little!

Wait you can get Rearz from China for cheaper?

Yeah alot of the abdl diapers are sold by factories in china….Abu and rearz etc. pay a bit extra to get their brand or a special prints

So I split containers or pallets with people and you can get like a bag of 10 diapers for 5-7 bucks vs 20/25 plus shipping. Same with the adult pacifiers, the onesies, they’re whole sale from alixpress or Alibaba and like sometimes $1/$2 cents if you buy in bulk. Then just resell the rest.

Some have crazy numners they say you need to order but if you send a message they WILL work with you or let you order less.

Just Google or go to to Alibaba and search *adult pacifier/onesie/adult printed diaper alibaba/aliexpress.

4 Things Miss Crinkle Finds Fascinating About The ABDL Guys She Babysits

1. How some, when they’re not babies, are the most macho Alpha guys, like bodybuilders or hockey players or something, someone who never loses, that goes around smirking at everyone at the gym, flexing their muscles at any opportunity. Yeah, those losers go home and tape up their diaper with cartoon puppies over those nice lower abs. Then they pop in their paci and spend their evening watching Paw Patrol and packing their pampers. And they’re as proud of their droopy diaper dumps as they are of their ripped abs and commanding pecs. If I put them in a playpen with another big baby they would probably show off the size of their pamper load to put the other diaper boy in his place. Trust me, a stinky load is usually the only big thing these guys are packing in their pampers. As babies they’re total simps and the most whiny during discipline. Pathetic and Hilarious.

2. How some are obviously little beta boys. The ones that care way too much, who who got picked on in school. They now act and dress like indie geeks. They may be skinny but they have bodies like weak little boys with soft bellies and little boy bums. They are overly polite and pathetically anxious about offending me. I can tell right away when they’re virgins. A lot of these boys are also bedwetters. Usually they love to talk about their favorite games, movies, anime, and manga or just babble for attention. That’s why I keep a paci-gag handy. Beta diaper boys are best seen and not heard. They are often premature ejaculators, which always makes me smile and sure to adjust their diapers frequently. It always gives me a chuckle when they suddenly freeze in place and shiver with a pathetic little whimper and eyes-shut-tight squirty face.

3. I can usually sniff out a bedwetting beta boy right away, even if he doesn’t smell like baby powder and pee. Insecurity just rolls off them. Bedwetting guys have always interested me, and I have a soft spot for them. I’ve always found it so cute and helpless. Bedwetting is so revealing, so babyish and says so much about a boy without him even being aware of it. I love that they are truly diaper dependent, and will have to wake up to a wet pamper everyday, no matter how old they are or how responsible they try to act. In their deepest subconscious, where true honesty resides, they know they are helpless babies. It’s so interesting to me how many of them eventually find their wet diapers exciting. I know a lot use their wet morning diaper as a fun humpy toy like the big toddlers they are. I always wonder what moms of adult bedwetter boys who still live at home must think, hearing loud crinkling and panting every morning, lol. Guess it’s just part of #boymom life.

4. Which kind of guy do I like better? A lot depends on my mood and the type of day I'm having, but honestly, big guys with tough guy swagger are my personal favorites. It's like being in the presence of a pitbull/poodle mix. They are usually so sensitive deep down, and I like how their tough guy act is just a thin layer on top and then underneath they are such a needy bottom in denial. These guys are definitely the ones I tend to find hot. It's probably why I’m drawn to college frat guys. Just a hint that they're diaper loving bottoms is everything to me. Gives them this wounded-hero vibe, and it's definitely a major turn on.

I’ve been babysitting since I was 13 and have always loved it. I love babysitting beta diaper boys, and I find it very rewarding, but, to be honest, I see them more like asexual baby brothers who are still in diapers. They are cute, small,  and not very impressive. I’m never going to be attracted to a grown man who has a 12 year old boy body, is a total virgin, is cringey-obsessed with diapers, and is a little humpy boy who doesn’t even want to jerk off with his hand like most guys do. As far as I’m concerned, beta babies need to hump that pamper-pussy alone in their cribs because their babysitters and moms definitely deserve a real man!👨 Sorry, losers.

And this is what happens to naughty boys

fell asleep on the couch last night and had a fully unplanned bedwetting, it’s been a long time so i was completely shocked. i’m gonna tell you how it happened so maybe you can make it happen too 🤣

i was wearing a diaper right up until i went to bed. i had chugged lots of water to fill it, but it ended up leaking. my bladder was still overactive so i made sure to go a couple times after i changed out of the diaper. the key (i think) is that i was absolutely exhausted. i stayed up way too late on the game 🤷🏻‍♂️ i woke up on the couch a few hours later completely soaked. luckily there was a lot of blankets so the couch isn’t too wet but i’ve spent my morning cleaning 🤕

long story short: exhaustion + rapid desperation = bedwetting ?

“But that’s not fair!”

Isn’t that at the root of so much of our sexuality? That statement tends to glide under the radar of most of our fetish work, but lives and breathes in every movement of the subtext.

It thrives in every fantasy of a football player who starts having daytime accidents, and slips back into pull-ups.

We hear echoes of it with every forceful diaper check or diaper change with little to no notice, done by a dominant daddy in the backseat of a car.

We see it reflected in every leaky diaper that implies a lifetime of consecutive diapers that follow. “You had an accident, so you deserve diapers.”

But that’s not fair.

Exactly. It’s not fair.

The way we intertwine frustration and sexuality has always fascinated me. The power that’s at play in our simultaneous resistance and submission to an irritatingly embarrassing situation like that is intoxicating.

It’s not fair. It’s hot. We don’t want it to be fair, we crave the humiliation of a stacked deck. We want the grown ups to cheat and make things karmic and harsh. We desperately desire sudden and ridiculous consequences to our slight missteps.

We strain against the embarrassment and unfairness of it, while leaning in, desperate to make it worse and more unfair. We beg for spankings and leaky diapers and childish treatment for every misstep.

But that’s not fair!

We’ve come so far! We’re big kids now, we tried so hard to grow up and get out of baby world. We can’t go back! We’d fall all the way back!

Exactly.

Because it isn’t fair. But we like it that way.

I create a rules for DD/lb in several categories. I would appreciate any feedback. Wrninig !!! My english is not very good :D !!! I hope you like it at least a little bit

Reconditioning (Part 1)

Summary: Two boys enter a haunted asylum after losing a bet. Before they can hope to escape, they must accept dramatic changes. This story involves pup play and diaper training. Which fate would you prefer?

The slightest crunch of debris under Connor’s footsteps broke the hush of the abandoned insane asylum. The boy froze and traded glances with his friend, Ash. Connor put on a confident grin and stepped fully into the foyer.

“Do you think the rumors are true?” Ash whispered, as if he feared waking the long-dead wardens.

“Don’t be such a baby.”

“I’m not,” Ash shouted, flinched, and slipped inside the room. “…a baby.”

“Well we lost the bet, so you better man up,” Connor growled.

Both Ash and Connor sighed, thinking of the humiliation they felt after losing the bet. Their friends had challenged themselves to see who could shoot their loads the farthest. The boys that came in last and second-to-last place would have to spend an hour in the scariest place they knew. The insane asylum.

“Do the spirits really come alive at night?” Ash asked, peeking down a dark hallway.

“We’ve heard the noises ourselves. The moaning and screaming,” Connor said, leading the way. Everyone in town talked about how the perverted wardens of the asylum tortured their patients with bondage, edging, milking, a hypnosis. Even in death, the spirits continued their erotic practice.

“The spirits only wake at night. That’s why the guys let us come an hour before sunset,” Connor said. Despite the threat of the asylum, both boys felt their cocks grow in their shorts.

Connor and Ash wandered the hallways for some time. Most doors were bolted shut, or lead to rubble filled rooms. They were looking for some kinky gear to show their friends, to show how brave they were to explore the ruins.

As he passed a closed door, Connor felt a warm sensation flood his body. He felt soothed and calm, like a hand was stroking down his ear and cheek. The comforting touch continued down his neck to his chest. He thought he heard someone whisper: “Good boy.”

“Connor, come here.”

“Don’t tell me what to–” Connor snapped as he turned to see Ash peering through the now-cracked door.

“Look,” he grunted and inched open the heavy metal door.

The dusty room had an examining table and a small cage. But the cluttered shelves drew the boys’ attention.

“It looks like stuff they use to ‘secure’ the crazies,” Ash said as he slipped into the room. “Aren’t you coming?”

“And get us both locked inside? The spirits may be asleep, but I’m not stupid,” Connor said.

“Fine, guard the door like a good boy,” Ash teased. “Oh look, there’s even a collar and leash in here.”

“I hate you so much right now,” Connor groaned. Ash was one of only a few that knew Connor spent a week as a dog–a literal dog–as punishment for skipping a day of his apprenticeship with a mage.

“Come one,” Ash laughed. “Put this on and I’ll let you pick anything for me to wear.”

“Fine,” Connor said, snatching the collar as he and Ash traded places. After a few minutes of rummaging, Connor returned with a dusty jacket. And a grin.

“Is that a…”

“Straitjacket,” Connor beamed.

“Ew, look how dusty that is.”

“A deal’s a deal. Or is this too much for little-”

“Don’t call me a baby!” Ash shouted. Or at least he tried too. The next thing Ash knew, his face was covered in the dusty canvas. The fabric wrapped down around his body, and the boy struggled through coughs of dust. He felt his arms pulled apart, then across his chest. He slammed against the door to break free, but only managed to get his head to pop out.

When his vision cleared, Ash found himself fully bound in the straitjacket. He thrashed and squirmed, only to lose his breath again.

“What the fuck did you do! Connor?” Ash realized he was alone in the hallway. That’s when he heard banging on the heavy door.

“Dude, let me out!” Connor was looking through the door’s small barred window, tugging at the collar tight around his neck.

“How did…”

“It happened to me too!” Connor cried. “This damn collar just… strangled its way on me. It’s okay, though. The spirits might be able to play tricks on us, but they can’t keep us in here. Not until–did you piss yourself?”

Ash looked down at his pants, slightly bunched up under the crotch straps of the jacket. A spot of warm, dark denim spread from his groin.

“Shit! This hasn’t happened since… since…”

“Dude, stay calm.”

Ash gave Connor an unsure glance, then bolted down the hallway.

“Fuck!” Connor shouted, throwing all his weight at the locked door and its lever. With a sore shoulder, he turned to a window across the room. The sun had nearly set.

(Read Part 2.)