Diaper Dimension Relaxation Script
Date Published: August 14, 2022, 5:27am
Written By: Blanket
Prompt: Write a relaxation script to help someone fall asleep
Disclaimer: the usual disclaimer applies
Info: Meant to be read in voice ASMR.
Stepping through the portal, you’re suddenly greeted by giant hands that wrap around you and hoist you into the air. Looking down, you feel dizzy at the sudden change in height. With you in her hands, a very tall woman places you on her hip and greets you as if you are a toddler,
“Hello, little one! Welcome to the Amazon dimension. I believe Littles like to refer to it as the Diaper Dimension. Heh heh heh! Littles are very silly; most of them are like children, and we treat them accordingly,” she says.
She slowly trails off as you begin crying. You’re just so overwhelmed from all of the changes that your mind doesn’t know how to process them.
“What’s wrong? Are you crying? It’s okay. Shhh, shhh, it’s okay,” she softly bounces you up and down while whispering soothing words. You struggle to get free and almost fall.
Bump! “There, there, there baby. You’re nice and safe in my arms now. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” she says as she continues to try to soothe you. You decide to scream for help at the top of your lungs. You have to get out of here.
The woman flinches at the sudden assault to her eardrums and she looks at you, mouth still gaped open in an animalistic howl, and gives you a smirk as she pulls something from a bag on her shoulder. “Open your mouth for me?”
Ignoring her, you continue to scream. Pop! A thick rubbery object is suddenly forcefully pushed into your mouth. As it expands, it depresses your tongue and stops your screaming. You mumble against the gag in confusion. Doing so causes your tongue to contact the inflated bulb and it releases an extremely pleasant tasting substance. At first, you resist, but the honey-like sweetness is too tasty to resist, so you give in and suck on the bulb, prompting it to release more.
“Good baby. That pacifier should stop you from crying while I try to soothe you. It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”
Frustrated, you continue to mumble behind the pacifier between sucks, while the highly addictive sweetness dribbles into your mouth.
“Whatever you were going to say, I’ve probably heard it already from other Littles who visit this place. Perhaps you were once a big strong business person in your world or some other powerful professional? Ha ha?” She laughs in your face while you hang your head in shame.
“Well, here you aren’t going to have to worry about any of those grown-up responsibilities. You’ll just get to rest and relax while your caregiver takes care of you. Won’t that be nice?”
One last burst of defiance comes over you, and you firmly shake your head “no.”
“Why did you just shake your head? I’m going to remove the pacifier so you can tell me, okay?” The woman removes the pacifier with an expert twist or code entry; you can’t really tell.
Frustrated, you try desperately to make your case, explaining what a grown-up you are and listing all of your accomplishments in the other dimension, but by this time, that delicious substance you’ve been sucking up with abandon has already started to work. You suddenly feel a pinch in your bladder like you really need to go to the bathroom, but before you can even ask, a wave of intense pleasure comes over you and you feel a little spasm like a hiccup. Then, a flood of warmth embraces your nether regions and you hear liquid dripping on the floor.
The Amazon tending you just gets tired of listening to your argument and places the pacifier back into your mouth.
“That sounded less like an argument and more like a tantrum. Oh! And you had an accident!” The woman cutely points out the wet spot on your clothes before hoisting you back into the air. She grimaces at the wet sensation of your urine-moistened pants against her arm, but she continues holding you firmly. You squirm in an effort to get away, prompting the woman to squeeze you tighter.
“Ah-uh-uh, we’re going to get you all nice and changed out of those big person clothes into a nice clean diaper; yes, we are.” She carries you off to the bathroom while you get a sinking feeling in your stomach; you realize you may never see your adult life again.