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Sipping from my bottle never ceases to make my mind mush - the more I suckle, the littler I feel, until I have fully regressed to a diaper baby. I start with a big girl video game, but one sip has me feeling too little to handle the controls. I reach for my Barbies as I start to feel smaller, then a pony, but these toys soon become too mature for me, too. As I start to feel my mind slipping away, I put on a bonnet and booties to match my headspace. I become a drooly, rolly baby that can only manage to rattle...

This was a custom video, be sure to contact me if you would like your own!

Sipping from my bottle never ceases to make my mind mush - the more I suckle, the littler I feel, until I have fully regressed to a diaper baby. I start with a big girl video game, but one sip has me feeling too little to handle the controls. I reach for my Barbies as I start to feel smaller, then a pony, but these toys soon become too mature for me, too. As I start to feel my mind slipping away, I put on a bonnet and booties to match my headspace. I become a drooly, rolly baby that can only manage to rattle toys as I coo and babble mindlessly.

Becoming so infantalized has taken my ability to control myself in any way, and I soon find my diaper to be full of a stinky mess. Babies don't mind such things, though, so I continue rolling around in it as I play with my toys.

My bottle has become empty, as has my mind, so I lay down on my changing table surrounded by my toys to take a much needed nap.