puddlepamps.bsky.social
30's, ace, pastel foxboy.
Probably needs a change.
I write silly stories about big dumb babies.
You can find my work on FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/nystel
Or Telegram: https://t.me/+UfXh0DsDGtViM2Ex
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Ohhh.
Well, as long as it's in your paws. Surely you'd never do anything cruel or embarrassing with that sort of control over a person's bodily functions.
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But that -
I.
How would that even...
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It really reinforces the sense of accomplishment! You get to wake up, figure out how soggy you got, and be like, "I did that!"
And it's practical, too! Super-soaker nights happen, and going to bed dry means less of a chance of waking up to soaked sheets or needing to do a 3AM change x.x
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wrapping and wiggling your thoughts around into a funny baloon animal shape, asking you what sound the animal makes, then just as you struggle to make the noise... POP all gone. On to the next one~
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That's the place I was in when I first fell to that type of file! I think because those mental road-blocks are often an issue with letting go of control.
And it just so happens that the spookier files tend to be all about meticulously disassembling your entire concept of control >.>
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For what it's worth, I don't think you're missing out on TOO much by staying safe. Safety-railed hypno is often just as mind-warping and fun, plus you're saving yourself a world of hurt and trouble in the process.
But yeah. The allure. I get you >.>
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Yes! Exactly!!!
It's the struggle that makes it so GOOD. Knowing you shouldn't listen, TRYING not to listen, but still sitting down in a poopy diaper, pulling up some swirls, and putting on the headphones anyways.
Being trapped, and the love-hate relationship that such mental bondage entails @//@
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duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh
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DUUUuuuuuhhhhh
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHEheheh
🫠🥴🤤
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Those are some pretty big changes! Though I imagine they're ones you weren't too broken up over taking on :3~
But still, I'd call that some pretty serious experience with the stronger, more life-altering side of hypnosis!
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Bonnet snug, keeping your head warm and your vision narrowed. Keeping those eyes where they belong: staring nice and blank as a screen shifts and swirls and programs whatever's left of the smooth pink playdough between your ears...🤤
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All those other thoughts - the icky thoughts! - dribbling out, down your chin or into your diaper.
Mitts so thick and comfy that you can't even imagine how you'd ever do something as tricky as unzip a zipper, pop open a snap, or pull off a tape.
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Has that stopped me from training on similarly destructive files in the time since? For better or worse, no.
The unfortunate reality is that once you get a taste of ambrosia, it's hard to drink anything else x.x
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It's the fucking worst. Which, lol, I know I'm going googoo over it here, but it seriously is fucked.
I trained on a file for several years that put me through a dissociative identity crisis. In addition to utterly eradicating my sissy side, it irreparably damaged my sense of identity and reality.
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ah ba buh duuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh
its all a shrinking mind needs ✨
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DUUUUHHHHH otay!! Puddls reely reely good at not finkin!!! 🤤
(and also YUH! Bibs're the best!!! the way the plastic ones get all slick and the cloth ones all wet and soggy. Constant reminders, whenever you touch 'em, of just how small and stupid you've become 🫠🫠🫠)
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Same pet-name braincell xD
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Shhhh. Grownups are talking, sweetie 💖
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SERIOUSLY.
It's the only time the world really makes sense @.@
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I'm surprised he's still coherent, honestly. Seems like every day I wake up to see him babbling and blushing on here over a new regression obsession
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"All words are no-no words."
That's a good mantra, August! A good mantra for a good girl ^.^
Maybe you should just think about that silly phrase for a while. Let everything else fade out. Just for a bit, y'know? For fun!
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fdsjahf
DUUUUUUHUHHHHHHHHhbjkjfad
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I know, I know, I'm just teasing ^.^
Taking the less dangerous path is definitely the better choice long-term 💖
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Swear words?
Oh, August.
You'll be lucky to remember any words.
You're better off babbling. That's what babies do! And you're a baby, right? Isn't that why you're in diapers?
So don't worry. Dumb little babies don't even know what swearing is!
Just have another listen and you'll figure it out~
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Glad I could help that puppybrain sink back down where it belongs :3
Admittedly it seems like "a good helpless brain melt" is just the state that you're endlessly existing in lately 😜
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Still, the more you listen, the more that needle moves closer towards embracing the extreme >.>
Soooo you're definitely better off without. Very smart of you Jammypamps.
Of course, do you reeeeallly wanna be smart? :3~
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Right?! That feeling of not just going under, but being KEPT under and held there against your will... 🥴
Fwiw, the stuff that's too far outside the realm of your possibility and infringes too hard on life'll never really manifest, in my experience.
You end up with an extreme-lite sorta experience.
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I did for a LONG time, too. Treated it just as something fun to tempt fate with every so often. Sometimes I wish I was still doing that 😅
Giving in is fun, but there comes a point with stuff like this where bravery is synonymous with stupidity haha
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Oh!! I wuz??
I like bein a good lissener!
Fanks Ink! You're always so nice, helpin a Puddle out ^.^
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Yeah sure! Lots of 'em involve not bothering to think at certain times. Like when I'm sucking on my paci!
Or filling my diaper.
Or...when my diaper's already full?
Or um. Uhhh. Hmmm...
Wait, what were we talking about again?
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Diaperslut by Professor Pig is the first file that really put me through the wringer in the way I described.
Baby Brain Mind Wipe by Champ is the one that probably shaped me the most on a long-term basis.
Bambi Daycare is the file that fucked me up the worst.
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I'm not falling for that again >//<
If there's one useful thing unethical hypno has taught me, it's the ability to forget things on demand.
All those words and triggers and fun liddl ideas...nnffkjdsfa.
They might still be up there, but if'n I don't think of 'em they can't pull me back down!
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Quitting the file is a bitch.
You never recover mentally, not fully. You have withdrawals. You're stuck with embarrassing habits you can't seem to shake. Stickies just aren't the same.
But you muddle through. You pick up the pieces and start rebuilding your life.
Until a new file comes along...
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And on and on it goes, the changes gradually adding up. Day by day, week by week, month by month.
Until something happens. Some event that finally shakes you awake, makes you look back and think, "I fucked up. I need to stop."
And maybe, if you're lucky, it gives you enough strength to break free.
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You're so conditioned by now - it feels so good to go under, surrender yourself to the file's version of reality - that escape is no longer an option.
Oh, you can fret and fuss. Maybe even throw a big tantrum. But actually stopping?
That'd take more willpower than your training allows you to have.
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That one section quickly turns into another. Then another. Eventually, the entire file.
You notice new habits starting to bubble up. Your ability to resist them becomes increasingly diminished as you allow your training to stifle such thoughts.
Worst of all, you keep on listening. You can't stop.
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And by that point, after listening so often you almost know the script by heart...what would be the harm in giving in, just the tiniest bit? Maybe just a section you really like?
But the file's designed to sink hooks in, using even the smallest amount of investment to attach itself like a parasite.
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The combination of a full diaper and the promise of "Bad Things Happening" resulting in pleasure so pure and undiluted, it fries your brain a little for days afterward.
Which makes you want to do it again. And again.
Until pretty soon the only way you sticky is with the file's voice in your ears.
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I don't think it's selfish. Or rather, if it is, I think you're more than justified to a bit of selfishness.
Because you do deserve your own life. There's still time.
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Pretty easy when you inhabit the role so well :3