(all characters in this short story are 18+ and fully consenting. My dms are open to anyone if this story tickles your fancy)

The butterflies worked there way up your spine as you felt the buzzy wand pulse on and off... randomly. You weren't sure how long you had been in this position, somewhere between 20 minutes and an hour, but your sense of time was dulled, fuzzy, slipping. The only thing you were really sure of was the drooling happening at both ends, dribbling down the paci and your chin onto the stuffy you were restrained to, and drooling from your princess parts into your stinky diaper. You used to find messy diapers gross, disgusting, but a few weeks... or months, you weren't sure, of these "messy diaper reprogramming treatments" and you felt your mind being corrupted... just the thought if making a stinky present in your Huggies made your princess parts leaky with excitement.

The worst part... you craved what daddy was doing to you. Every scene, every humiliating fantasy Daddy had dreamed up was spoken about thoroughly. You had enthusiastically consented to all of it. The loss of control, your potty training ripped away from you along with any senses of adulthood, sexual identity, agency, privacy and any control. Because the effects of the reprogramming were so intense and permanent, Daddy had given you a month to think it over before moving in with him. But you wanted it, craved it, needed to go backwards. No more big girl thoughts, mind as mushy as the stinky Huggies that so deliciously edged you day after day...

Who wants to be my drippy, drooly, mind broken stinky pampers cuck? Kept perpetually huggieshorny