KinkyCraig: I'm sending you the edits on your hypno bedwetting file. I cleaned up some of the hissing in the background and got rid of the long pauses. I hope this helps 

DprDadKen: Wow, thanks so much. You don't know how hard it is to find an audio engineer who will work with kinky folk. Do you mind if I send more projects your way in the future?

KinkyCraig: Hey, I'm very open minded. As long as the job pays that's fine for me. Tell your friends!

Craig was still new to Kink and loved exploring the possibilities. He had just gotten a KinkLife profile when the 2020 lockdown started and he suddenly found himself spending a lot more time at home. Luckily, sound editing was a job that he could do from home. He’d shared what he did with some of his kinky online friends and one thing led to another. Now he had a modest stream of income as the 'kinky sound editor'. Okay, not the sexiest title, but he'd take it. Everyone has their niche. If he kept at it, he might even snag a second client aside from Ken.

KinkyCraig: Oh man, is that really the time? I think I'll actually get some sleep for once and go to bed before 2am. Night Ken!’

DprDadKen: ‘Nini, kiddo!’

Craig shut off his workstation for the night and looked over to the stack of diapers sitting outside his bathroom. Diapers weren’t really his thing, but after working on some of Ken’s diaper hypno files, a guy was bound to get curious. Plus, his kinky friends were very... encouraging to say the least. So he might have bought a pack... or ten. But it's not like he used them. Often. Just for the heck of it, he decided to put on a diaper before bed. He drifted off smiling and thinking about how nice it was to just relax in a diaper. 

It was 8:30 am. The alarm hadn't buzzed yet. So what had woken him up? Craig sat up and rubbed his eyes. He walked over to the sink and splashed water in his face. He was happy for once that he had a studio apartment. He untaped his diaper and let it drop to the floor with a thud. Huh. That... was a pretty heavy thud. He looked down. 

"What... the..."

There was a big wet patch in his diaper. Had he peed in his diaper before bed? No, he was sure he hadn't. What was going on? 

KinkyCraig: Hey dude, the strangest thing happened this morning. I think I woke up in a wet diaper

DprDadKen: Not that strange, bud. When you go peepee and you’ve got a diaper on, that’s kinda what happens

KinkyCraig: Yeah, but I went to bed dry. I’ve never wet the bed in my life!

DprDadKen: Wow, congrats, man! That’s really hard to achieve. Have you been diaper training yourself and not telling me? I’ll be upset if I’ve been missing out on the fun…

KinkyCraig: No, it just sorta… happened. I dunno, maybe it was just a fluke 

DprDadKen: Better start wearing to bed just in case. By the way, the feedback on that file has been fantastic! Everyone is loving it. Three people told me straight up they wet the bed for the first time after listening to it, and one said he jizzed his pants!

KinkyCraig: Hey, you don't think that file could have caused my bedwetting, do you?

DprDadKen: Not unless you’ve been listening to it on repeat 

KinkyCraig: Only to edit it and check it for errors

DprDadKen: Nah, you’re probably fine then. Unless you secretly want it to work…

KinkyCraig: Dream on, man. You’re not turning me into a diaper boy!

DprDadKen: Is that a challenge? 

KinkyCraig: Maybe.  

The conversation bounced around in Craig’s head all day as he thought about what had happened. Despite his playful demeanor, he was rattled. He didn't put on any diapers. He didn't even want to think about diapers. He just wanted to bury himself in his work and forget about it. But then he got an email from his boss not long after breakfast telling him he would be let go along with half of the staff. So much for that idea. He would have to find work fast. 

He had a long stressful day looking for work and coming up short. He had submitted a few applications but nothing close to what he had been making til now. Once again, he put on a diaper to unwind – and to protect against a repeat performance of last night’s flood. He was relieved in the morning to find that his diaper seemed dry from the outside, but when he took it off to go shower, there was another telltale wet spot inside. Shit. Shit. Shit. As if he didn't have enough problems. 

There was a bit of good news that morning, though. A message from Ken.

DprDadKen: Hey, I know you're probably busy with work but I have a bunch more files for you to edit. Call it inspiration but I was recording all day yesterday. Also, I credited you in the description and linked your KinkLife profile. I hope that's okay! 

KinkyCraig: ‘Inspiration’, eh? Gee, I wonder what that’s from 

DprDadKen: I’m a competitive guy. Especially when the reward is turning a cutie like you, *diaper boy*. Here's the files I need. Let me know when you can get em done!

KinkyCraig: Yeah about that… Looks like I’ll have a lot more free time from now on…

DprDadKen: Oh no! What happened? Don’t tell me you lost your job…

KinkyCraig: I lost my job. Yeah, I know. It sucks. I don’t know what I’m gonna do. How am I gonna pay rent?

DprDadKen: Hey, kiddo, don’t you worry about that. If it comes down to it, you can always crash with me. 

KinkyCraig: Ahh, it’s fine. I’m just whining. I can take care of myself. Besides, you’d probably try to turn me into one of your diaper boys, you weirdo! 

DprDadKen: Can you really blame me, though? You’re cute AF! But seriously, if there’s anything I can do…

KinkyCraig: I know. Thank you, buddy. These new files are already a big help. I’m gonna take a look right now. 

Craig checked his KinkLife profile hoping that there had been a few bites since he last checked. Wow, there were a lot of messages from new people about his services. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to be okay. Then he looked down at the list of files from Ken. 

"Incontinent Pants Pooper... Diaper Dependence...Sissy Diaperslut… Dog-Brained Diaperpup... Addicted to Hypno... wow." He raised his eyebrows. Hot stuff. He was glad for the work but he was also glad he wasn't on the receiving end of those files. All he did was the editing. 

It was halfway through the Incontinent Pants Pooper file that it happened. He crapped his pants. There was no way this was an accident. The files were affecting him! He jumped in the shower and cleaned off. He'd have to find another way to make money. This was getting to be too much. 

Clothed and back at the computer, he stared at the screen. The file sat there unfinished. He looked at the list of files left to edit, thought about all the bills he had coming due, then he looked over to the stack of diaper bags waiting to be used. He bit his lip. 

"I'm at home… I've got the diapers... and it's only for a little while until I get another job. I can do this." 

He was bargaining with himself, he knew, but what choice did he have? He took a deep breath and stood up. 

"Here we go," he said, as he grabbed a diaper to pad up with. 

As he went through the steps of opening the diaper up and fluffing it out, he did some quick calculations in his head. 10 packs of diapers... that should last him a month and a half. Plenty of time to get another job. He tossed the diaper on the bed and parked his butt on it, pulling the diaper up tight between his legs. One. Two. Three. Four. With each tape he felt like he was sealing his fate. He'd have to be careful about what hypno files he chose to edit first. Wouldn't want to suddenly lose control of his hands and be unable to edit. All taped up, he headed back to his workstation in just his shirt and diaper.

"Okay. No more interruptions," he said as he cracked his knuckles and sat down to finish the messing file he'd been working on for Ken. 

30 minutes later, he was nearly done. 

“Almost… there…,” he panted. “Just a few more seconds…. Hnnnngggghhh!” 

He gripped his stomach and pushed out into his diaper as his cock throbbed.

“Oh holy shit I’m cummmminnnnnggggg!” 

Moments later, he sprayed the front of his diaper with spunk as he filled his diaper for the third time that day, adding to the mess that was already in there. It felt so good. Too good. He groaned, knowing that this was just the first file of many.  

He panted, holding onto the desk. When he finally caught his breath, he realized he had actually gotten to his feet at some point in an effort to push out the last of the mess. He set the file to render as an MP3 and waddled off to the bathroom to assess the damage. He grimaced as he untaped the foul thing, but to his surprise there was no mess. All he saw was a big wet spot in front of his diaper from all the cum he had deposited there. 

"But how...? I felt it..." 

KinkyCraig: Hey… I have your first file. I think your files really are affecting me…

DprDadKen: Wow, so fast! And what do you mean they’re affecting you?

KinkyCraig: Well, first I edited the Diaper Training file and I bought 10 packs of diapers. Then the bedwetting file made me start wetting the bed. And now the messing file…

DprDadKen: Wait… you mean this file? Did you mess your pants? OMG, did you mess your pants?!

Craig blushed as he typed his admission. 

KinkyCraig: Yeah, I did. Halfway through the file. And I wasn't wearing a diaper either. Not fun. Had to diaper up before I finished. Then the file made me mess two more times and jizz my pants while I was doing it! I could physically FEEL the mess back there, but  when I checked my diaper, I was totally clean except for a whole lot of spooge in the front. I ended up putting it back on.

DprDadKen: That's. Super. Hot. Boy, you got this Daddy ready to bust in his pants!

KinkyCraig: Yeah, I guess it is kind of hot, now that you mention it. I'm just glad I have enough diapers on hand to keep doing this. But why did it feel like I was messing even though there was nothing there?

DprDadKen: Under hypnosis you can experience things as real as the real thing even if they aren't really happening. You must've emptied yourself out on the first go. Could you send a pic of your messy diaper next time that happens? That would be super hot.

KinkyCraig: Yeah, alright, perv. It’s the least I could do with all the work you’ve given me. I’m actually getting messages from a lot of interested people thanks to your latest file too.

DprDadKen: Hey, I may be a perv by I’m not the only one. I know plenty of people who would pay to see you reacting to hypno on camera. It might just solve your money problems. 

KinkyCraig: Thanks, man. I'll think about it.

Craig closed the chat window and rolled his eyes. That was such a silly idea. But maybe... maybe it would work? He decided to set up a cam account to stream the next files he did. 

By the end of the day he was incontinent, had an unquenchable craving to listen to hypno, and had several orders of sissy lingerie headed to his apartment on a rush order. And to top it off, he had lost all speech and could only bark like a dog. 

"Ruff! Rrrrruf!" 

Translation: I'd better send off these files and get out of these diapers. They're due for a change. 

When he tried to change, however, he found that puppy paws weren’t designed to take off diapers. He had no fingers, so what was he supposed to do? 

He looked over to the camera mounted to the side of his workstation and barked for help. Nobody would be able to understand that, he realized. He pawed the mouse over to the chat window and managed to type out an S.O.S. to Ken with his snout.

KinkyCraig: SOS

DprDadKen: It’s okay, pup, I was watching the whole time. Can you send me your address? 

KinkyCraig: 2564 Industry Way 

DprDadKen: Wow, look at you go. Good job typing, pup. Apartment number?

KinkyCraig: 805

DprDadKen: Ok, pup. Just sit tight and I'll be right over

Craig breathed a sigh of relief. A human friend was coming to help. Craig used his paw to click on the next file while he waited. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn’t help himself. He tapped the mouse twice to open it up and listen.

"Craig? Craig, you in there buddy?" 

Ken could hear whining and scratching at the door, so he knew his friend was on the other side, he couldn't get in. 

“Craig. Can you open the door?” More scratching and whining. The sound of a body hitting the door. “Apparently not,” said Ken, pacing in front of the door. That’s when it hit him. Of course! If Craig was susceptible to hypnosis, maybe Ken could hypnotize him to open the door. 

"Craig, listen to me. Relax, everything will be okay. I want you to just close your eyes and focus on my voice. I'm counting down now..." 

Ken finished the count and listened. He didn't hear anything from the other side of the door so he hoped it was working. 

"You can open the door without leaving trance, Craig. You will find that your hands are able to open doors with no problem. All effects of hypnotic suggestions will go away except for what I am telling you right now. On the count of three you will open the door with your hands. One. Two. Three. Open the door now, Craig." 

Ken heard the click of the latch sliding inside the door and the door opened. Ken rushed in and gave Craig a big hug.

"Oh gosh, thank goodness that worked! How are you feeling?"

"I'm good, why?" 

"You were just a dog. You couldn’t open the door. You couldn't even take off your own diapers." 

"I was?" Craig looked completely unfazed by this information, but also completely ignorant that it had happened. 

"Wait a second... are you still in trance right now?" 

"Trance?" 

"Awake." 

Ken snapped his fingers several times in front of his friend’s face and Craig blinked, coming to. Suddenly his emotions were back, and he looked rattled.

"Oh thank goodness you came. I was really in trouble there. How did you get in?"

"I put you into trance and told you to open the door,” said Ken, sounding a bit rattled himself. “I think you'd better give me your extra key in case this happens again. I had no idea you were so suggestible."

"Yeah, maybe that's a good idea," Craig said. He pulled the spare off his keychain and handed it over. "Make yourself comfortable. Not to be rude, but I need to shower and get cleaned up. I don't want to stay in this wet and messy diaper all night."

"Oh yeah, you really did a number on those, kiddo.” Said Ken, noting how Craig’s diaper was drooping and brown around the leg holes. “I could smell you from the hallway!”

Craig blushed at this. “I-It was the hypno, man. I couldn’t help it!”

“Hey, I’m kidding, it’s not that bad,” Ken lied. “Go get cleaned up. I can put you in a new diaper when you’re done, if you want.”

Craig waved off the idea. 

"No thanks, man, I'm not even into diapers, to be honest. It was just those diaper files you sent me. Here, take this key. I’ll be out in a minute." 

Ken looked around the apartment while Craig was in the bathroom. He didn’t even have to leave the entryway to do it, since it was a small studio. He put his coat up on the back of a chair and looked over to the stack of diapers.

"Huh... it's too bad he’s not into diapers. That was really hot seeing him like that..." he looked down and realized he was rubbing the hard on in his slacks. “Shit that was hot though. And that stream was getting a lot of views…”

The stream! Ken had forgotten all about it. He went over to the camera and looked at the chat feed. There was a number at the bottom of the screen showing how much money Craig had earned over the past day. Ken’s eyes went wide when he saw the number.

“Holy shit!” 

He covered his mouth and looked over to the bathroom when he realized he had yelled that out loud. 

“You okay out there?” called Craig’s voice.

“Uh… yeah, fine.” 

He looked at the number again and rubbed his chin. 

"I’ll be damned. I guess I was right. There really are a lot of pervs like me willing to pay to see him get hypnotized.”

He saw the chat window update with some responses and realized that they could hear him. He looked up at the camera and spoke.

“Oh, hey guys. How did you like the show?” 

DprDonkey: Fucking hot, man!

DvntDog: Woof! Never seen anything like it. I want more!

GoonerGuy69: Awesome. You guys gonna do it again?

Ken shook his head. “I think my buddy’s tapped out for the night. He says he’s not into diapers anymore.” 

CrinkleWizard: No way! I don’t believe it. That’s what they all say. 

GoonerGuy69: Aww damn. This was so good too!

“I know, it sucks,” said Ken, shaking his head again. “It’s kind of a pamps for pay situation right now. Poor guy lost his job today, and he’s editing my files for a little extra income. I told him he might make some extra money recording his reactions and boy, I wasn’t wrong! Thanks for helping my buddy out. It sure would be nice if he could do this as his main job…”

GoonerGuy69: Why not?

Ken thought for a moment. Why not? His friend was out of a job. He could make good money if he made this a business. The hypnosis itself didn’t actually harm him. The list of reasons against was growing thin. 

He looked at the number at the bottom of the screen again, then at the stack of diapers, and back to the closed bathroom door. 

“Well… I mean I’m not sure he’s really on board. This is all pretty new to him. Of course when he sees how much we all sent him, myself included, he’s gonna flip.”  

DprDonkey: *thrusts handfuls of cash your way* TAKE MY MONEY!! 

**DprDonkey Sent $50**

CrinkleWizard: Hey, maybe he just needs to be trained into them with a little conditioning. It worked for me! 

“Of course I could always hypnotize him to be more amenable to the idea,” said Ken, more to himself than anyone. "No, I could never do that... could I?”

DvntDog: Do what you must. Muahaha

DprDonkey: A little gentle persuasion never hurt anyone

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