Two more files! Once again, please let me know what you think. I can’t respond to every message I get but I do read them and I appreciate the feedback so I know what you want to hear more of!
Let yourself grow small again, sinking into warmth and safety. The soft crinkle of your diaper beneath you reminds you that here, you don’t have to do anything at all. Your pacifier bobs gently with each breath, your fingers uncurl, and your limbs grow floppy and weightless as hands trace slow, comforting patterns over your back.
The air smells faintly of baby powder and syrup, the subtle sounds of a quiet morning—rustling blankets, muted thumps, Nanny Nicole’s soft hum—surround you with calm. Each motion, each gentle adjustment of your diaper or blanket, carries reassurance and care, inviting every muscle to let go, every thought to soften.
Here, regression is cherished. Each sigh, every relaxed stretch, every crinkle of padding is a lullaby, pulling you deeper into this cocoon of trust, warmth, and safety. You are small, you are held, and you are completely, blissfully cared for.
Includes descriptive and immersive scenes of diaper changing, diaper wetting and deep regression.
Hello, little one. You don’t need to hide anymore—not here, not with me. This is your invitation to melt completely into softness, to let every grown-up thought drift away, and sink into the bliss of being perfectly regressed. From the moment my voice begins, every word pulls you deeper: the cozy pressure of thick padding, the gentle crinkle beneath you, the weightless comfort of plushies and blankets cradling you, and the syrupy warmth spreading low in your tummy.
Giggle. Wiggle. Sigh. Every instruction nudges you further into obedient, diaper-wetting contentment. You’ll find yourself melting under the repeated prompts to let go, to wet your diaper again and again, and to enjoy the delicious freedom of surrendering control. Each gentle reminder, every teasing whisper, turns helplessness into bliss as you become softer, smaller, and wetter with every breath.
With every syllable, you’re guided into being a perfect little baby: hands curling around soft toys, body pressing into plushy padding, hips shifting as warmth blooms naturally and uncontrollably. You don’t need to resist; you only need to feel the joy of being cared for, the electric sweetness of every crinkle, every sigh, every wet squirm. My voice leads you into the rhythm of regression, counting, teasing, and reminding you that letting go is the most delightful thing you can do.
By the end, all that remains is you, fully immersed in soft, helpless bliss—breath slow, body limp, and diaper wet. Every word, every repetition, every gentle instruction reminds you: being a wet, happy, obedient little one has never felt so good.
