Diaper Drain Part 2 (Patreon)

One by one, the lights in Abby’s mind started to dim. All her senses seemed to dull, as infantile desires and urges crept in. She felt her arms and legs grow weak, so much so that she plopped herself onto the couch. Her eyes were vacant, while she lived in the babyish thoughts that were taking over her entire brain. Abby’s hands found their way to her head, as she let out a moan purely from the pleasure of it all. She just let her mouth speak for her, even if it was just babyish dribble.

“Kwaceyyy…. Mama gonna wove diapiee soon sooooon!” She yelled, Kacey just giggled back at her regressed friend. Her own diaper was causing waves of mind melting pleasure to reverberate through her skull. She didn’t really have the mental skills anymore to discern what Abby was saying. She did look really happy though! So she clapped and blew a snot bubble as a way of agreeing. 

“Ma… mama…. Maaa….. pee peeeeee” Abby muttered to herself, her diaper growing warm for some reason. Little did Abby know, that would make the affects of the drug diaper even more intense. So much so that it’d change her very brain chemistry. Her brain not only craved diapers, but her general IQ took a severe hit. The highest grade level she’d ever get past now was maybe 2nd grade. She could feel her mind getting dumber and dumber with each passing second as the pee flew out, and into her soaked diaper. She was literally pissing her brains away. She loved it, she loved the feeling in her brain, but most of all, she loved that she was making herself stupid. She pushed even harder to let out every drop of pee in her bladder. 

“Aheheh, aby, so go wet wet?!” Kacey yelled out to her friend. She could tell that her baby sister had completely soaked her diaper by the dark wet stains that were flowing down the couch. She probably should have warned her friend earlier that the diapers were going to have permanent affects if she used them, but she really couldn’t care anymore. The whole world has slowed way down for her. She just popped her thumb in her mouth, and laid on her back. There were so many pretty lights to look at above her anyways. 

Abby kept pushing. Now that she knew that her mind got more numb when her diaper got warm, she wanted every part of her brain to leak out into her diapers. Maybe it was the drugs talking, or maybe she actually wanted this deep down, to become a dumb drooly toddler again. She wasn’t really sure, and frankly, her brain didn’t have the capacity to contemplate that hard anymore. At most she could count up to the number 3, on a GOOD day. 

Her diaper felt different. Slowly, it seemed like the diaper was getting tighter, but then, her butt just felt all mushy. It was so warm around her butt now, and it simply felt wonderful. She had no clue what was going on back there, but she loved the gushy feeling. Her hips gyrated from the new weightlessness of her mind. She was nearly blank from even the most basic cognitive thoughts and motions. Her body was moving completely independent of herself. Her mouth was practically a fountain for drool now. And her babbling became less and less understandable. 

“aaa, maaaa. Wooooooooooooaa, moe… moe moe roomaamaaa!” She babbled to her friend, trying her best to convey that she wanted to do this forever. Kacey was still just lost in her own little world. Her imaginary friends were telling her all the ways her now pee soaked diaper was going to make her head feel so much better!

And that’s how Abby’s mom found the two girls. Completely babied, and ready for their lives to start over entirely again. Not that they’d ever get out of diapers, or even kindergarten for that matter. Their brains were far too regressed to ever leave that stage now…