A Little Extra Confidence (Patreon)

Ace finds a confidence building tape at his local flea market. He’s definitely going to feel good at the end of a quick session of that, right?

A Little Extra Confidence

“Put the tape into the player and get comfortable” Ace repeated the instructions to himself as he removed the old cassette from its holder. Flea markets were good places to find some interesting items and on this occasion he’d been drawn to an old cassette player and some tapes to go with it. A nice hare had sold him this one, with the light encouragement that

“The effects of this tape should help your…” he tried to read the faded writing “training… confidence… under a week” He turned it over in his hand. The entire front of the cover was missing, torn off at some point.

“Must be one of the sleep tapes” the chipmunk thought “Guess there’s no harm in giving it a try, might as well get my money’s worth”

He plugged the player in and set it down next to his bed, lying down with his hands on his chest and breathing slowly until he felt suitably relaxed. He’d already prepared for bed after getting home from the market, his little legs worn out from moving around larger stalls in Hazelbrook Square. Reaching across with his paw he pushed the play button and listened out for the introduction.

“Thank you for choosing… bbbbzzz…” a woman's voice came through, only to be interrupted by a sudden scratch in the tape.

He sighed “Great, it’s…”

“I hope you’re feeling safe and happy” she continued, interrupting Ace’s complaint “Make sure you’re lying comfortably, perhaps keep your favorite toy near you to help you go to sleep faster”

“Huh?” Ace raised an eyebrow “I guess if it’s a confidence booster maybe they expect…”

“Now, if you’re ready, close your eyes and think about your favorite thing. Focus on it, on how it makes you feel”

Ace followed the instructions. The woman's voice was undeniably extremely relaxing, the hair on his body tingling a little as he felt a smile coming to his face.

“You feel happy. You feel safe. This is how you should feel all the time isn’t it?”

Ace felt sleep overtake him as he nodded, in agreement with the voice as his natural sleeping rhythm kicked in.

“Especially when you need to use the…. Bbbzzz” the tape cut out again, Ace blissfully unaware. “diapers. You… bbzz.. Need the diapers… You’ll be much happier when you go potty in… bbbbz silly diapers…”

The chipmunks legs started to spread themselves apart. Ace wouldn’t remember the dreams he was having, but his body was imagining things being under his pajama shorts that weren’t currently there.

“Sometimes, it can be hard to be a big kid. But don’t worry, you’re going to feel so good when you go bzz … potty bzz … in diapers” the chipmunks hand went down to his shorts, adjusting them slightly as his brain started to make other connections.

“You’re not a… bbzz.. big kid. You’re bzzz… using diapers like a baby. You really want to make bzzz… proud. You want to use… bzzz… your diapers.”

A small wet patch started to appear on the chipmunks shorts, slowly growing as the tape continued.

“No more… bzz… big kid pants. You’ll feel so much better. You’ll feel happy, you’ll feel safe, you’ll feel so good!”

As Ace’s bladder released the rest of its contents the tape player clicked off, the last of the cassette having finished.

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“What?!” The chipmunk awoke and looked down at himself. He’d wet the bed! He’d not done that in years!

“Oh god, I’ve got to get this cleaned up”

He pulled everything off of the bed, quickly getting it to the laundry and adding his pajamas to the mix. The last of his laundry detergent went into the machine, causing him to shake his head.

“Damn it, guess I’m shopping today”

He went back to his room, going to his wardrobe and looking for clothes to wear for the day. As he opened his underwear drawer, something felt wrong. The boxers and briefs that were all neatly folded didn’t look… right. Like they weren’t his. Putting the thoughts aside, he grabbed a pair of white briefs and tried to pull them up his legs. He felt off balance with each moment, as though his legs wanted to press closer together against the cotton.

Getting the rest of his clothes on wasn’t nearly as strange. He grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out to the car, drove to the local convenience store and headed inside. The laundry detergent was just down the aisle with all the cleaning items and opposite the baby aisle, which had been recently restocked with plenty of diapers.

The chipmunks brain jumped from that thought straight to one he’d never had before. Wouldn’t he feel good being in a diaper?

“What… where did that…”

He looked back at the aisle. Chipmunk diapers were far too small for him but there were ones meant for hares that would fit him perfectly. The babyish designs of the size fours seemed particularly appealing and… safe. It was like looking at a really plush blanket, he could imagine himself being wrapped in one, not having to worry about wetting the bed or going to the toilet or being a big kid…

He grabbed a pack, some powder, and some wipes before another thought could come to his mind, putting them on top of the laundry detergent. The young cashier paid no mind to the purchase, letting the chipmunk go back to his car with barely a smile. He’d probably feel better in a diaper too, Ace thought.

Once he arrived home, he grabbed the package of diapers from the and pulled it open, the adorable babyish designs of bouncing pink bunnies greeting him with strangely encouraging smiles. He lay back down on the bed, taking the powder and wipes and ripping off the briefs like he’d been imprisoned in them.

“What am I…” he started to question his actions but as soon as he laid down on the thick padding of the diaper, all of them washed away. This felt good, this felt right. He threw some powder onto his groin and then taped himself into the diaper.

His legs were pushed apart, but nothing about that felt wrong. It was how they should be. He looked at the top of his wardrobe, seeing his Rescue Squad chipmunk plush from his first theme park trip staring back at him. He got on the small step ladder he used to change his light bulb and got the toy down as though he’d not seen it in years.

Hugging it felt so good. He could feel himself getting relaxed, as though he’d just laid back in a hot bath. He got back onto the bed and curled up into a little ball, his diaper crinkling around his bottom.

His eyes noticed the cassette player. The tape had definitely helped him relax yesterday, and the woman's voice had been so nice. He reached over and pressed the play button again, the player automatically rewinding to the start as he lay down flat and his legs started to squirm.

“Now, if you’re ready, close your eyes and think about your favorite thing. Focus on it, on how it makes you feel”

He thought about the diapers around his waist.

“You feel happy. You feel safe. This is how you should feel all the time isn’t it?”

“Mmpphh” the chipmunk moaned as his hands moved to the front of the diaper. He started to rub at the waistband, the crinkling noise intensifying as his thumb moved to his mouth

Especially when you need to use the…. Bbbzzz diapers. You… bbzz.. Need the diapers… You’ll be much happier when you go potty in… bbbbz silly diapers…”

Even though he was aware of the cutting out in the tape, his mind skipped over that detail. He didn’t care, he just kept listening. He felt his bladder release, warming the front of the babyish padding as his hand started to move further down its front.

“Sometimes, it can be hard to be a big kid. But don’t worry, you’re going to feel so good when you go bzz … potty bzz … in diapers”

He did feel good. Not just good, he felt ecstatic. The more his diaper warmed and swelled the more his mind focussed on it, the woman's voice and the feelings around his nethers all his body was capable of taking in.

“You’re not a… bbzz.. big kid. You’re bzzz… using diapers like a baby. You really want to make bzzz… proud. You want to use… bzzz… your diapers.”

Who did he want to make proud? He looked at Daley in his arms. The plush looked back at him with that cheeky grin he always had. Would Daley be proud of him if he kept using his diapers?

“No more… bzz… big kid pants. You’ll feel so much better. You’ll feel happy, you’ll feel safe, you’ll feel so good!”

As he curled up further with the plush in his arms, the chipmunk drifted off again to the final part of the tape.

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A few hours passed before Ace awoke again. No words came to mind, instead only a sense of desperation. He looked down at the diaper round his waist, now soaked to capacity and in need of a change.

“Wanna… wanna new diaper…” he managed to get out of his mouth “Change…”

He lifted himself off the bed, barely keeping himself upright as he found another diaper from the pack and drew it out. The new designs on this one were even better, blue bunnies all over the back eating carrots and crawling around. He pulled the tapes off his diaper and let it drop to the floor with a thud.

“Hehe… so soggy” he got on the floor and lay down, not even bothering to wipe himself down before quickly taping himself into the undergarment. The feeling of ecstasy from last night returned, his thumb immediately heading to his mouth as if he needed it more than anything in the world.

“Mmmppphhh…” he moaned, his thoughts becoming increasingly incoherent and unfocussed. The diaper was all he was beginning to care about, its currently dry state almost taunting him. He could feel the want to use it building in his mind, the woman's voice bouncing around and telling him how good it would feel, how proud he would make Daley if he just went potty in his diapers.

His stomach responded by gurgling ominously. The chipmunk just giggled and squirmed some more, flipping onto his front and lifting himself into the same crawling position as the bunnies on the front of the diaper, both hands planted on the floor. No part of his adult mind seemed to care that his little tail was going stiff and rising, or that his whole body was tensing in preparation for the inevitable release.

In fact, when the release started his eyelids drooped and a small dribble of drool started running down his muzzle. A noticeable smile drew its way across his face as the back of the padding began to expand outwards, steadily moving as the contents of his tummy moved into the space it provided. The leakguards hugged his thighs, staying taut but stretching as the bump that was growing on his rear became more and more obvious.

“I… I’m going potty in my… diaper” he whispered to himself, both his paws balling into little fists as he pushed, increasing the size of the bulge as he deliberately voided himself. A few small sounds came from his rear as it started to slow, his bottom pointing upwards as he arched his back a little before breathing out around his thumb and settling back into a crawling position.

His eyes began to open more fully as he properly started to take in what he’d done. He’d just pooped a diaper, he’d done it with barely a second thought and it had felt like the best experience in recent memory. He looked up at his bed, his Daley plush looking down at him from the side of the bed as though he was a babysitter staring at his charge.

“I… did it Daley! I went potty in my diapers!” he grinned, the plush just staring back.

He tried to make his way back to his feet but the gait the diaper now gave him caught him firmly off guard. He staggered backwards a couple of steps before the new weight at the back of his pants dragged him back to the floor, directly on top of it. The smush he felt as the contents of his diaper spread across his bottom made his eyes widen for a brief moment of shock before he immediately felt his body start to bounce.

He liked it. He liked it a lot. He giggled, his thumb returning to his maw as he started to rock back and forth.

“I went poopy in my diaper!” he shouted towards Daley “I’m so good! I pooped in my diaper!”

As each motion spread the mess around, the chipmunk felt a new feeling building in the front. The now damp front of the diaper was tenting slightly, the chipmunks' nethers getting increasingly sensitive to the new emotions and sensory input that the padding was giving him.

“I… I need to… I need to…”

You’re going to feel so good when you go potty in your diapers

The woman's voice bounced around in his head again, the gaps in the tap filled in by Ace’s imagination.

You’ll feel so much better. You’ll feel happy, you’ll feel safe, you’ll feel so good!

He did feel good. He felt amazing, and so… so…

He grabbed the side of the bed and pulled down a pillow, shoving it under the front of the diaper and pushing himself onto the top of it. The intensity of the feeling went through the roof as he started to thrust into the soft surface of the bedding. The mess in the back of his diaper was now a squishy lump, pressed against his rear so forcefully by the fall that his bottom couldn’t feel anything else.

“I… I’m a good boy…”

You’re not a big kid

“Not… a… big kid”

You’re using diapers like a baby

“I… I’m using diapers like a… baby…”

Each repeated statement came with an increase in speed, the chipmunk only barely aware of what he was doing.

You want to use your diapers.

“I… want… mmmppphhh….”

He tried to finish the statement. He wanted to make Daley proud, to show him he could… he could…

You’re going to feel so good when you go potty in your diapers

He did. He really did. The woman's voice was so clear now, almost the only thing he was even able to think as the front of his padding absorbed the sudden, ecstatic release of sticky liquid from the chipmunk.

“Ahhhh…” he moaned as every fiber of his being seemed to focus solely on the diaper round his waist, its contents the only thing he cared about as the woman's voice continued to bounce in his head.

You feel so good

With one final breath he rolled over and fell back into a deep slumber, his thumb firmly in his mouth and his diaper now hanging loosely off his waist, the tapes stretched out from the vigorous rocking.

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“You know, it’s funny. I don’t think I’ve ever had a chipmunk baby before”

Ace opened his eyes and found himself staring up at a blank white ceiling. A voice he found familiar was talking to him, but he couldn’t properly place it.

“Normally I have to shrink them down a little after a few sessions with the tape, but I guess that won’t be necessary here hmmm?”

He looked down at himself. Still in a diaper, still sucking his thumb.

“You really made a mess of that diaper kiddo” the voice continued “But don’t worry, I’ve found some proper chipmunk pants for you this time. They even have Daley on the front!”

Sure enough, he saw the little Rescue Squad member staring back at him on the front of the padding, putting his thumb up reassuringly. With a light giggle Ace felt his diaper start to warm, his bladder releasing into the front.

“Wanna.. Make… Daley… proud”

“Oh that’s adorable! You know, normally that part of the tape makes you think your partner wants a little stinker. But you just wanted a little plush to be happy with you!”

Ace rolled his head to his left and looked up at the source of the voice. A woman, a hare in fact, was looking down at him with a smirk.

“So, how about we find a crib for you and leave you with your little plush hmm?”

The chipmunk felt himself being lifted up and placed in the woman's arms. He finally recognised the voice, the same one from the tape that had encouraged him to feel so good in the diapers he was now completely absorbed by.

“I… wanna…wanna go potty”

“You just went potty sweetie, and after you filled your diaper up that much earlier I don’t think you’ll need to go again for a while!” the hare gave him a kiss on the forehead “But I’m glad you want to fill your baby pants so much! How about an extra bottle tonight, just so you get the rest of those icky big kid thoughts out?”

Ace nodded without a second thought. As he was laid down in the crib he saw Daley sat up against the bars, looking at him with the same smile and wide eyes as always.

You really want to make Daley proud. You want to use your diapers.

As a bottle was handed to him, he drank it down with exuberance. And when he awoke the next morning, his diaper full and the hare handing him Daley to distract him on the way to the changing table, he felt happy, he felt safe…

And he felt very, very good.