Lil bro snaps his fingers & steals your potty training. Lil bro snaps his fingers & steals your height. Lil bro snaps his fingers & steals your maturity. Lil bro snaps his fingers & steals your age. "BIG" bro points his fingers & laughs at you, the lil bro, mess your pants.

Resolve to make your potty training worse this year. Resolve to give yourself a pacifier oral fixation habit. Resolve to only eat baby mush for sustenance. Resolve to only drink out of a bottle. Resolve to embody your ABDL little lifestyle PERMANENTLY...

Gift your little bro your potty training so that he can move on to big boy underwear while you regress back to the practice potty, pampers, frequent wetness checks, soiled sheets, and being a frequent occupant on the changing table that'll be moved into YOUR room from now on...

BF forcing you to denounce underwear BF forcing you to denounce potty training BF forcing you to denounce bladder control So you will SPEAK your own regression into existence, manifesting incontinence and unpotty training as you internalize your own words...

Giant "lil" bro who can put YOU down for a nap. Giant "lil" bro who can forcibly pamper YOU. Giant "lil" bro who can bottle feed YOU in his lap. Giant "lil" bro who can't fit in the high chair, so he takes yours forcing YOU to sit elevated and locked in place at meals...

BF sneaking gainer powder into your ABDL kink play bottles until you actually start gaining weight, outgrow all your clothes and are FORCED to wear all the up-sized ABDL onesies and cartoon graphic t's out in public...

Ringing a bell every time your BF goes to the bathroom for months and months before starting to slip the sound of the bell into his nighttime white noise machine, inducing nighttime wetting and prompting you to introduce him to pampers "for his own good"...

Lil bro bully make you do his kindergarten homework for him. Lil bro bully forces you to swap rooms with him. Lil bro bully takes your playstation while giving you his fisher price handheld. Lil bro bully cuts up all your underwear forcing you to wear pampers too.

Little bro taping up the pamper between your legs, assuring you it was normal that you're potty training had regressed and he "definitely" hadn't magically swapped his bladder control with yours, rendering you permanently incontinent...

AI Caretaker Bot determining that if it forcibly fatten you up into the plump, baby-fat swaddled ABDL little you were trying to emulate, you would actually be easier to managed: Too fat to run, can only waddle and crawl. Won't get into trouble during "play" time etc...

AI Caretaker Bot locking you into place on the Techno-Changing table as a series of mechanical hands forcibly pamper you and shove a laxative-laced bottle into your mouth. YOU WILL BE A "NORMAL" CHARGE NO MATTER HOW "OLD" YOU ARE...

Not realizing your lil bro has hypnotized you into thinking it's normal for you to be walking in just pampers and a onesie, beanie hat, teddy bear under your arm, pacifier in your mouth, and child leash over your chest as he leads you around the mall to find your friends...

Reality warping your shoes to be velcro. Reality warping your underwear to be pampers. Reality warping your vape to a pacifier. Reality warping your bed to a crib. Reality warping your iphone to a fisher price "phone".

Swap shoes with your little bro. Swap bedrooms with your little bro. Swap bedtimes with your little bro. Swap pampers-underwear with your little bro. Swap school-daycare with your little bro. Swap everything until even YOU forget who is actually the "older" bro...

With Fall season approaching, your BF takes the liberty to start sneaking gainer powder into your ABDL little play time bottle feedings so you'll pack on enough authentic babyfat to keep you warm and snuggly for the upcoming winter...

Auto-Day Care that mysteriously has a growing number of "permanent" charges that the remote monitoring system just ignores, not realizing the AI has gone rogue and has been capturing and regressing EVERYONE who gets too close to its innocuous facade...

AI-controlled pamper locks. The AI forcing you to engage in "age appropriate" behaviors before unlocking, forcing you to gnuck pacifiers, take naps, watch only Bluey etc to get unlocked to use the "big boy potty" or, as was usually the case, change you from your forced messing...

Let your lil bro regress you: Let him unpotty train you. Let him take your room. Let him change you into fresh pampers x5 a day. Let him walk you on a child leash. Let him bottle feed you. Let him put you in a high chair and spoon feed you. Let him put you down for naps...

AI making organics more dependent on it by adding chemicals to the water and subliminal, neuron-altering messaging in entertainment media to slowly regress organics' continence until they NEED AI changing bots' help staying clean and dry...

BF installing a secret app on your phone that emits a permanent, near-distance frequency that slowly erodes your bowel muscles, ultimately rendering you permanently incontinent in 6 months time... 3 months if you sleep with you phone...

Wishing you could be the ABDL "little" in your relationship, only for reality to warp not making you "shorter" but making everything else BIGGER! 15' high ceilings, doorknobs out of reach & a towering 10' caretaker BF who can easily scoop you up & forcibly pamper you...

Reinforced high chairs for fat bottomed ABDL littles. Crane lifts to hoist fat bottomed ABDL littles from their cribs to the play pen. XXXL pampers required to cushion ABDL littles' fat bottoms. Bottle feeding from 5 gallon water cooler jugs.

Mood: Weight-Induced Incontinence Getting so plump on whole-milk bottle feedings & mashed peas laced with gainer powder that your blubbery belly starts pushing on your bladder, shrinking its capacity before pressure-atrophying the bladder muscles, rending you incontinent...

ABDL caretakers ensuring their littles stay "pure" by fattening their littles up so much their fupas swallow up their caged cocks, making it impossible to get off, not that they flabby littles can reach around their cascading guts to reach their "naughty" bits anymore anyways...

Fat ABDL littles being fed their 10th gainer shake bottle of the morning to ensure they KEEP getting fatter and fatter and fatter until it'll be impossible for them to walk, FORCED to waddle, crawl, and stumble like the lil tots they're meant to be...

Lil bro wishing HE had a lil bro, only for there to be a flash and suddenly your lil bro is towering over you with a masculine jawline, facial hair, muscles, and an evil grin on his face. Your "big" bro picks you up to change you after his "lil" bro messed his pampers...

Lil bro holding you in his lab, giving you knee bounces and bottle feeding you before checking your pampers, noticing you're wet. Lil bro leading you to the changing table by the child leash around your chest as he changes you for the 4th time that afternoon...

Lil bro treated as more mature than you: Lil bro that gets an Xbox for his birthday while you get fisher price toys. Lil bro who gets big boy underwear for his birthday while you get pampers. Lil bro who gets a driveable race car for his birthday while you get a race car crib.

Fat bottomed ABDL littles that out weight their caretakers by 350 lbs, but still insist on being carried to their crib, changing table, and industrial strength high chair...

Mandated pampering at the office. Mandated messing at the office. Mandated wetting at the office. Mandated pamper checks every hour on the hour.

Caretaker BF taking the liberty to sign you up for repeated appointments at that shady doctor who makes you permanently incontinent, destroys your vocal cords so you can only babble, replaces your teeth with faux-baby teeth, and tweaks your brain so you HAVE to nap ever 3 hours.

Lil bro holding the child leash around your waste on the playdate...Not his playdate, but YOUR meetup with your friends at the mall who pretend not to notice your little bro constantly checking you for wetness and tugging you towards the fisher price store instead of game stop...

Lil bro who steals your height, strength, and maturity, but not your age... ... Prompting you to get picked up like the tot-sized brat you are, forcibly pampered, and put down in YOUR crib by your "big" lil bro...

Swapping bodies with your lil bro. No matter how hard you protest that you're the actual big bro, your perma-pampered bottom, lisping babble, and discoordinated stumble is no match for you "big" bro to just scoop you up and put you down for a nap in your crib...

Hypno-induced incontinence. Hypno-induced pacifier addiction. Hypno-induced vocal regression. Hypno-induced potty untraining. Hypno-induced baby food addiction. Don't just ACT like the ABDL little you want to be, INDUCE it...

Meekly keeping your head down as you follow your BF in the mall, him holding the child leash strapped around your back, constantly checking you for "wetness", and patting you on the head like the good lil champ that you are...

BF forcing you to sleep in the crib. BF forcing you to sleep in the play pen. BF forcing you to sleep in the booster seat in the car. BF forcing you to sleep in the bouncer. ABDL littles like you don't deserve to sleep in a regular bed ever again...

Lil bro suddenly acting nice and offering you ice cream. Lil bro suddenly acting nice and offering you candy. Lil bro suddenly acting nice and offering you cake. Not realizing your lil bro is fattening you up so that you'll be a fat loser while he surpasses you as the cooler bro

Lil bro sneaking subliminal messages in your nighttime white noise machine, ones that make you forget your lil bro's name except for "BIG BRO", forget how to put on underwear & have to be pampered by BIG BRO & inducing a new thumb sucking behavior fixed with one of his pacifiers.

BF convincing your that putting on a 100 lbs to fit that bulk shipment of XXL pampers is "financially prudent" for you two as an ABDL couple. The only money left renovating the bedroom into a nursery is for greasy fast food to give you that authentic "baby fat" aesthetic...

Let your BF replace your wardrobe with onesies Let your BF replace your underwear with pampers Let your BF replace your meal prep with mashed peas Let your BF replace your protein shakes with milk bottles Let your BF replace your iphone with a fisher price one

BF implanting a microchip into your neck that'll slowly erode the signals from your brain to your bladder, inducing incontinence and FORCING you to use those XL, poofy race car pampers in the back of the closet...

Knowing that when you agreed to babysit your baby bro, that the moment your parents leave, HE IS IN CHARGE. YOU get put in the high chair and bottle fed. YOU get locked in mitts and put in the play pen. YOU get padded and pacifiered. YOU get put down for an early bedtime.

Lil bro stealing your height. Lil bro stealing your potty training. Lil bro stealing your room. Lil bro stealing your age. ... "Big" bro pampering you. "Big" bro babysitting you. "Big" bro bottle feeding you. "Big" bro putting you down for bed a 6 pm.

AI that is trained to forcibly regress you: AI that forces you to sleep in a crib. AI that forces you to wear pampers. AI that forces you to bottle feed. AI that enforces 7 pm bedtime. AI that enforces velcro shoe and onesie attire. AI that enforces thumbsucking.

Caretaker BF wanted you to pack on 250 lbs of babyweight so that you'll be FORCED to waddle and crawl with uncontrollable discoordination for that more authentic experience.

Mood: Little bro who gaslights everyone into treating you like a toddler too... reinforcing that "immature" image of you so deep that even when he moves onto potty training and big boy underwear no one "trusts" you outside of the biggest, puffiest pampers FOREVER...

Lil bro stealing your height, your muscles, your confidence, and your potty training leaving you a meek lil tot destined to be an incontinent weeb while he gets to be a popular jock...

Sentient plushes that secretly feed you water when you sleep and press on your bladder to FORCE you to wet yourself, thus keeping you perma-pampered at night in your crib so you can be with them FOREVER...

Magical potty chart that you swear auto-switches the dry days with wet ones. You "remember" yesterday you were dry, but the calendar now says otherwise as NEW memories flood your mind... just like how you DEFINITELY flooded your pampers three times yesterday...