Dareer
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Dareer
@dareer.bsky.social
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25. Age regression and hypnosis/brain dump (and sometimes transformation) NSFW stories. Babyfur. No minors, only 18+. https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dareer/
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Always a bit embarrassing for famous figures to get recognised in public and having to interact with a fan or two.

Getting recognised after a recent regression has stuck them with filming diaper commericals and them needing to be carried everywhere by their agent, though? One hundred times worse!
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The power to duplicate herself sure was handy for Duplidrake! She could be in multiple places at once, do several things at once, fight multiple bad guys, indulge in certain... fantasies, and more!

The only issue she had was that the occasional duplicate of her turned out evil. ⤵️
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I dunno why you big BABIES all struggle so much. Even a big dummy could figure this "potty training" thing out! @w@
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CW: Diapers, Hypnosis

@hiddenlure.bsky.social , @hisnameismako.bsky.social and I saw an offer for free chanko stew. Given it's been getting colder, it was difficult to pass up something so warm and hearty...

It... just so happened we completely ignored the fine print on the sign... Whoops...
Hm yes. Perfect for other dragons to snort to fill their minds with dragon stink, their head previously shoved into it by another hypnotized dragon. But soon after, they're happily huffing it of their own accord and grunting into the seat of the pamper they used their magic to conjure up.
Even the most intelligent of dragons fail to resist the urge to pull the diaper closer once they get even a single snort! No matter how rowdy or defiant they were before, one huff will lead them to snorting pampers and wanting to fill their own, whether balled-up or still residing on the Lord's rump
Evidently, these hefty deposits of dragon muck residing in the former Dragonlords and master wizards' pampers have quite~ the hypnotic effect on their OWN species!

The shoving of a soiled draconic garment into the snout of one of their own kind causes an immediate rapture of their mind!
Oh yes! Especially since they were such prominent dragons before they pushed all of their magic into their pampers! It has especially invigorating effects on the soil around plants, causing them to grow even faster!

Beyond that, however, these apparent scourges to dragonkind have found...other uses
Well, I hear she isn't seen too often. She says that she's WAY too busy taking care of her pair of tykes. Quite the needy bunch they are, apparently.
And their dragon takes great pleasure in doting on the f̶o̶r̶m̶e̶r̶ ̶d̶r̶a̶g̶o̶n̶ kobold, giving him head-pats and even allowing the little minion to sit in his lap when making important dragon decisions.
"D-dat smewws weawy good..." He offered as he sat down with a crinkle, a relaxed look in both his face and voice. The nice ladies standing over just continued to coo at the oblivious little judge.
"W-what's da chocolate smell?" He stopped to look around at the women crowding around him, now not far from the department store exit.

A wolfess was quick to give him a hand-held humidifier to which he took a deep sniff, filling his lungs and dropping him a whole foot in height.
"T-talcum powder scented interscale-cleanser!? A-at least it's a fairly neutral scent..." He admitted as a skunk generously shook a pair of bottles above his now-shorter form.

"H-hey! Don't do so much around my pants! It'll be hard to get outta my clothes!"
Though... his scales DID feel less rugged. And he WAS feeling more confident with himself by the moment. Even his eyesight was less blurry!

"A candle?! I am in need of no such-" The judge began to yell, only to take a sniff "th-this DOES smell like my mommy's old house..." He reminisced.
"Magic-enhancing eye drops aren't even a thing!" He complained as a bovine worker shot the ophthalmic fluid with pinpoint precision into his eyes.

"Spray-on scale-shine causes a severe waste of the product, I'll have you know!" He corrected the gator blasting him with the aerosol.
"G-get your paws off of me, woman! I don't want any of that rejuvenating cream! I am perfectly content with my scales!" As a lioness wiped a generous amount of the container on his arm and face.

"That smells awful! I wouldn't buy my SON that cologne!" He sputtered through a cloud of thick fumes.
Mphh

N-no! The judge was just going through the mall to pick up his dry-cleaned judicial gown! The workers at the department store weren't supposed to bombard him with dozens of free samples of creams and colognes when he walked by the perfume section! He even told them to stop putting them on him!
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"Oh, just a moment, just remembered I have to pick something up! You don't mind, do you?" the draconic business leader asked, though was already rising to her feet before a response could be given.

"No, of course not. Take all the time you need." Tia lied, masking her annoyance. ⤵️
Leaving you a itty-bitty, stinky, mushy-brained tyke by the next time they come in, all of that resentful and rebellious adulthood pushed into your diaper!
But with such~ an itty-bitty body, you can't even get out of the bouncer the one who regressed you put you in!

And with your physical form dealt with, you'll be unable to fight the hypnotic, mentally-regressing programs your captor puts on for you!
Such a fun concept post initial-regression.

No matter how big, strong, smart, self-sufficient, or important you were BEFORE your regression, that matters little AFTER it!

You could have been a superhero, a wizard, a successful business person, a soldier, a wrestler, a scientist, etc.
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Starting a new campaign with a new GM, one your friends claim really offers an immersive roleplaying experience! She even makes you sign a demonic looking contract saying how you'll accept the result of ANYTHING that happens as part of the game! ⤵️
The last sounds in the dungeon are your wails before blinking out, leaving behind your scarves and team badges.
Your scarves slip off your diminished forms when she does.

"Though, I think this~ will be much faster." She adds, shifting you to the same arm as your babified partner. You both begin to whimper as she pulls out an escape orb.

"Oh, don't be such babies." She teases, the orb beginning to glow.
You turn to your partner, only now in his place is a little diapered Axew with a scarf impeding his vision. You two begin to fuss, both on the verge of tears when behind you hear.

"Looks like you guys are the ones who need escorting." The Braixen claims as she picks both of you up.