The Dumbest Baby -- (Author) ABAlex2

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jul 16, 2024 at 8:44 PM
Content: "The Dumb Baby Maker: Full ABDL Hypnosis and Brainwashing. Causes incontinence, blind obedience, helplessness, and infantile speech patterns. Guaranteed to ensure your little subby's brain is turned to mush and deposited into their diapers. Lowers effective IQ 80%!"

Baby looked at the box of CD's and headphones. She held it up and skimmed the warnings. "Only use if 100% certain of blah blah blah, ensure decent supply of diapers and blah blah blah... Are you sure you want to do this? If it works the way it says you'll REALLY need to take care of me. It says it makes the user a completely helpless idiot and totally diaper dependant."

Her Daddy smiled. "In that case the real question is "do we really need it?" I think we acheived the goals already." He put a hand on her hip then turned her to the side and examined the back of her diaper. "Hmm. Clean for once. Shocker."

She smiled back at him. "I can change that if you want."

He shrugged. "Maybe later. Lets try the first one." He opened the box and took out a pair of headphones, player, and disk.

"Really old fashioned," Baby said.

"Yeah it's to save money. Made by Alex's Cheap Practical Low-cost Objective-Based Technology Devices. They are simple ways to acheive specific results easily so we can just move and not worry about it. Anyway, the first disk is called "Complex Thought: Who Needs it?" And says it will target your advanced problem solving. From there we can move onto "The Toilet is Evil: UnPotty Training" and "Baby Says What?: Bable talk For Dummies." He flipped through the disks. "These really target everything. By the end, you'll be a dumb baby for sure."

He looked down at his girfriend. A blond haired woman, thirty years old, she she was nevertheless wearing a simple t shirt and a diaper, with a pacifier hanging around her neck, and knelt on the floor in front of him. She was gawking up at him, and had drolled a bit on to her shirt. From the looks of the slightly darker shade of her diaper, it wasn't the only thing she made wet. "I mean, more so then you already are."

She smiled. "OK DADDY! Lets go!"

He bent forward and put the headphones on her.

...

SNAP SNAP SNAP

Baby woke up to Daddy's fingers snapping in front of her.

"Whoah wha?" she asked. "Whats going on?"

"You just finished the first CD, the one targeting Complex Thought."

"Oh... did it work?"

"Well, if you have to ask..."

She looked up at him, mouth hanging open. "Yes? If you have to ask, what?"

He chuckled. "Nevermind babygirl. Lets test it shall we?"

"OK!" She said, bouncing up and down on her knees.

"Hmmmm..." he put a finger to his chin. "Whats five plus five?"

She paused. The question still seemed annoyingly simple. "Ten."

He nodded. "That's right, Baby. How about six minus six?"

"Zero," the answer came easily. "Maybe it didn't work?"

"Hmmm," he seemed to think again. "Maybe it didn't."

"Try something harder!"

"Alright. Five times five?"

"Twenty five," She said, disappointed.

"Square root of a hundred?"

"Ten," she rolled an eye. "Get a refund?"

"One thousand, one hundred and fifty seven times one thousand three hundred and fourty two."

She paused and thought. "One million five hundred and fifty two thousand, six hundred and ninty four."

He took out his cell phone, and she assumed he was checking. "Smart baby. What is the area of a right angle triangle?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. Not enough information to answer."

"Very smart baby."

"Yeah..." She looked down. "Was kind of hoping I'd be... I don't know, dumber."

He laughed and nodded. "Yep, me too."

"So refund?"

He shrugged. "Let's try the UnToilet Training one tomorow, and see how it goes. I know you're still a smart baby, but maybe the other's will work."

"Ok Daddy," She said, though she couldn't hide her disapointment.

...

...

The next day, Baby was sitting in a play pen in her kitchen, surrounded by her toys. Bored and frustrated, she made a stuffed elephant "walk" around the pen. She picked it up, looked at it in the face, growled and threw it against the netting, then leaned back on her bottom and folded her arms.

The second CD hadn't worked either. It went on her head, played its weird noises, and when it was done, nothing inside her changed. And as a result, nothing outside her needed changing either, least of all her diaper.

She looked down at it, and growled again. She bounced up and down on her bottom. "NO NO NO NO NO! HMPH!" She said, and folded her arms.
"Now now Baby, I know your frustrated, but Daddy will find a solution."

"Hmph," She said again, still folding her arms.

Daddy, in fact, had already been working on a solution. He told her that if the CD didn't work, he'd try to acheive the same with a "Special recipe" he found online. He walked around the kitchen grabbing pots and pants and mixing ingredients into a massive pot of baked beans, which he claimed would guarantee a dirty diaper when she ate it. From the smell of it, she wasn't sure if the taste would be worth the effects.

She turned away from the bubbling pots and groaned. "I don't know if I'll want to eat that Daddy. It smells awful."

He looked at her. "Well if the CD isn't working you'll need some way to get there."
"I know but..." She shook her head. "Ew." Was all she could muster.

He tapped his spoon against the pot. "Alright, fair enough. It does stink in here. Speaking of..." He walked over to her. "Lets check that diaper agian, just in case."

She rolled her eyes. "It's still clean Daddy, the tape didn't work."

"Right," he pulled her forward and opened the back of her diaper, ensuring she was right. "Yep, one clean diaper after a full day. Sorry sweetie."

"It's just not fair! All that time and money, and my diaper is still clean!"

"I know, I know sweetie," He bent down and picked her up in a hug with her legs around his wasit and his hand on her bottom, and she clung tight to him. He patted her bottom. "Sorry you can't be a stinky baby."

She put her head into him. "I know Daddy."

"Well, come on," he said, and began carrying her out of the kitchen.
"Where are we going Daddy?"

"To the changing table, Baby."

"Why? My diaper is clean."

"I know your diaper is clean," he patted her bottom. "That's the problem. You've been sitting in the same clean diaper all day, and if you aren't going to use it, we still need to change it like we would any other clean underwear. Otherwise, since you can keep it clean for so long, it will still get gross with sweat and skin cells and fall apart, which is gross, right? So lets get you into your bedtime diaper then some PJs so you don't get a rash, ok? Sound good?"

She nodded. "Yes Daddy."

"Good girl," he patted her again. "Changing one totally clean diaper for another."

(this story is request/prize for BabyVampers on twitter, who won a competition I found to find the "dumbest baby/subby on twitter" and requested a fitting story as a reward)

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Jul 22, 2024 at 11:28 PM
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SNAP SNAP SNAP

And again, Baby was woken from the supposedly hypnotic trance by the tall, stocky man in front of her snapping his fingers.

"Hello again Daddy," she said.

"Hello Baby," he replied. "So this one was supposed to impact your speech centre. It says if make a signal, you'll be reduced to baby babble until I make it again. Also, you won't be able to understand anything I say unless I speak in a specific tone of voice, which I preset beforehand."

"Yes, I remember Daddy. So...."

"So...."

"So the fact that I'm speaking right now means it doesn't work."

"Yes."

"Which means none of these worked."

"Uh huh. That's right baby."

"And the entire thing was a waste of money."

"Yep."

"Should we at least try the voice tone thing?"

"So you understand me perfectly, Baby?"

"Yep," she nodded.

"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"

"He would chuck as much as he could and chuck as much wood as a woodchuck would if a woodchuck could chuck wood."

"Ok, what if I talk like this?"

"Like what?"

"SoHvaD pagh Data'laHbe' 'ach chonoDHa'?" he said, and smiled.

She rolled her eyes. Daddy had learned Klingon for fun and used it with some of the other nerds in town, or sometimes to show off to her, though she never understood it. "No Daddy, I don't speak Klingon. Stop showing off."

He said something else in Klingon, and she just glared at him.

"But you understand me now perfectly? Crawl over there, Baby," he pointed toward the kitchen.

"Yes, and yes Daddy." She crawled into the kitchen toward her playpen, then stopped and looked at him. "So none of this worked."

"I see. Its ok. Suck your thumb for Daddy, it will make you feel better."

"Hmph," She folded her arms and put a thumb in her mouth.

The entire situation was so frustrating. She had gotten so excited for the training program, only for it to fall flat on its face, like...

like she was supposed to any time she tried to walk, which had also been failure. Her Daddy was doing his best to compensate, and she could smell him cooking that disgusting meal again, though she figured she'd just refuse to eat the disgusting mush and throw it on the ground.

Speaking of throwing things...
She picked up the tape player and held it in the air. "So do we bother trying to get a refund from this Alex idiot, or should I just smash it?"

Daddy reached down and put a soft hand on the headphones. "Now now Baby, be a good girl and put that down. Daddy can still return it, and we can still try the next CD's."

"But... but..." She whined, but put it down. To her shame, she felt tears forming in her eyes. She knew it was an immature reaction, but she had gotten her hopes up so high. "I just wanted this to work! Its so annoying they'd sell it if it does nothing!"

Daddy bent down and hugged her. "Awww I know Baby. There There. Its ok," He kissed her forehead. "Tell you what. Why don't you go into your playpen and play with your toys while Daddy finishes making supper, ok? Then its some nice num nums and I'll put you in your night time diaper and comfy Pjs before bed. Sound nice?"

"Yes Daddy," she sniffed.

"Good Baby. Here, suck this and don't spit it out. It will help more than your thumb." he popped her pacifier into her mouth, and she found it did make her feel better. He walked over her and opened the gate of the playpen. "Get inside Baby," he said. It was right by her and she was still feeling despondent, so she didn't even bother to stand up, and simply crawled over the threshold. She felt her Daddy pat her bottom as she crawled through, and he closed it behind her.

She sat down flat on her bottom, crossed her legs and folded her arms, then bounced up and down while groaning in frustration. She knew he was right about returning the bad hypnosis set, but she still wished she could smash it. Still, she had plenty of stuffed animals to throw around and take her frustration out, not to mention the food Daddy was cooking again.
God it smelled horrible....

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Author: ABAlex2
Timestamp: Aug 1, 2024 at 5:06 AM
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Baby sat in her stroller. She dressed in full baby clothes, with a matching purple cartoon printed shirt and bonnet, pacifier in her mouth, and a fully exposed diaper. She clung to a teddy bear in her lap and leaned back in her stroller as Daddy pushed her through the neighbourhood.

The town was, of course, completely vanilla, so she had been hesitant about trying. However, the town was, as Daddy put it, "fun loving," and frequently had themed celebrations. Today was "Costume Day," which meant it was safe for her to dress as a baby outside. She had been nervous, but Daddy said it was ok and told her to sit in the stroller, so she figured he knew what he was doing and decided to humour him by obeying this once. Thankfully, it had gone well so far, as many people giggled at the cuteness of her costume.

They passed another couple. She guessed the guy was dressed as James Bond based on his suit and tie, and the woman in a long green dress must have been dressed as a Bond girl. They seemed a bit uncomfortable by the superiority of her costume, but Daddy said something in Klingon, and they seemed relieved and smiled at her.

She wrinkled her nose. The street they lived on, nice as it was, was close to the city dump. Every once in a while they were outside, the wind would switch and she could smell it. It was always nauseating, but tended to go away after a bit.

She sighed. The thought of the "smell" reminded her of the failure of any of the CDs to work at all, including her favourite option, the one that was supposed to make her diaper dependent. She had longed for the level of helpless, mindless effects, but hadn't noticed any changes at all. Instead, she was stuck with a string of clean diapers, and only going in the toilet every day.

She paused. Had she gone to the bathroom that morning? She tried to remember, but couldn't. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember the last time she had gone to the bathroom at all, and she WOULD have noticed since it, annoyingly, meant she wouldn't mindlessly fill her diapers. She struggled to think of an answer, but nothing came.

She sighed again, this time in nonchalance, and leaned back in her stroller. She decided not to think about it, and bounced gleefully on her bottom a few times.

Another person approached, this time a woman in very detailed post deliverer outfit. Baby had seen her before, and she had been wearing the same outfit. In fact, she went into so much detail for her play costume, she even delivered actual mail!

She smiled at Baby. She leaned forward with her hands on her knees, said something in Klingon, and pinched Baby's cheeks. She then waved a hand in front of her nose at the smell of the garbage dump, and said something in Klingon to Daddy, who responded in the same language.
Another person walked by in a very creative "guy in jeans and t shirt" costume. He gave her a funny look, probably because she was so cute. The woman said something to him and Klingon, and he nodded and walked away.

Daddy walked in front, and she admired his nerd costume, and began speaking to the woman in Klingon.

The woman in the Post Deliverer costume said something and pointed at Baby, and Daddy leaned in to her. He pulled her forward and check her diaper, then smiled proudly at her for keeping it clean, which made her giggle. He then waved a hand in front of his nose at the smell from the dump too, and went back to speaking in Klingon to the nice neighbour woman.

Baby wondered for a moment what her actual job was, since she always saw her in her Post Deliverer costume, delivering her fun pretend letters.

It was tough to determine what anyone did, given the number of theme days. Costume Day came on the heels of "dress as your name day," and before that "Age Change" day. Tomorrow, Daddy assured her, was "Cute Blonde Haired Girls Named Baby dress as a Baby in Public" day, which would perfectly explain why she was the only one dressed up.

Then it was... What was it? She thought, but it was hard to remember. She guessed it was something else, then it repeated. It was very clever how Daddy could use each option as an excuse to have her in diapers, and she was glad she was with him.

He saw her smiling at him, bent own and kissed her. "She's such a smart girl," he said, making her giggle and nod, and went back to speaking in Klingon.

Why did so many people in their neighbourhood speak Klingon? She thought it might be strange, and thought there may be another explanation, but those thoughts became difficult to hold onto and faded into her head.

"Thank's Daddy!" She said, eager for a chance to join the conversation.

...

"She's just a dumb girl," Daddy said, and Baby responded by giggling. She bounced up and down in her clearly messy diaper and slobbered over her pacifier.

"OWO AGU!" She said, letting out more of her infantile nonsense she thought was speech.

"Literally dumb I mean of course, as in medically, since the accident."
Daddy smiled at her. It was adorable to see. In her mind, of course, everything was normal. The benefit of the hypnosis was that, except for the moments he snapped her out of it, she would behave like this with no idea anything was out of the ordinary. Of course, he had seen no reason to snap her out of it yet, and wasn't sure he'd ever find one.

He paused and imagined it. Perhaps to tease her with her past behaviour, and the knowledge she'd be returning to it, with her securely tied up so she couldn't escape as he got the headphones back out...

"So she's always like this since the accident?" the Post Delivery woman asked.

"Yes, sadly," Daddy said in plain english. As long as he spoke in a normal tone rather than the light, condescending "baby tone" he programmed her to understand, she'd interpret it as another language.

"I have to take care of her 24/7. The baby clothes are her preference, and since she needs diapers anyway," he shrugged. "They are comfortable for her, and she likes the colours. Also, the doctor said it may be good for her, since her mental state was effectively reduced to that level, and playing into it can help avoid problems caused by a dichotomy from her mental perception and reality. So, if you want to babysit, just be sure to talk to her and treat her like a baby, otherwise she may panic."

"I see, makes sense," the woman said. She bent down and pinched Baby's cheeks. "Goochi goochi goo! What a good baby!"

Baby giggled and smiled, then bounced. "AROOO AWA AMOO!" She said in a language only Daddy knew she thought was english.

"Awww, of course sweetie. So nice of you to join the conversation." She said. Oooofff. She does stink though. That is one poopy diaper! I don't envy you having to change those big things constantly. You are a VERY decent man to take care of her in this state."

Daddy nodded. "Thank you, I appreciate it, but the truth is I love her, even like this." He bent down. "I just know that somewhere inside her is the grown, adult woman she once was, trying to get out. I wonder if we'll ever see it again."

The woman nodded. "Well anyway, going back to work."

"Of course." Daddy changed his tone. "Say goodbye baby!"

"AWA OWA!" Baby said and waved.

Daddy smiled. An entire town fooled, and he was the only one who knew she thought she had said "Good bye."

The few weeks had been fun. He had to struggle not to laugh the first day.

"What's one plus one."

"Ten."

He nodded. "That's right, Baby. How about ten minus six?"

"Zero," the answer came easily. "Maybe it didn't work?"

"Hmmm," he seemed to think again. "Maybe it didn't."

"Try something harder!"

"Alright. Two times five?"

"Twenty five," She said, disappointed.

"How many angles does a triangle have?"

"I don't know."

Then came the potty training. She seemed to have convinced herself the smell from her own diaper was coming from his cooking as he was in fact washing dishes.

"Lets check that diaper again, just in case." The smell made it obvious, but he decided to be polite about it anyway.

"It's still clean Daddy, the tape didn't work."

He had to struggle not to laugh at her response. Instead he just said, "Right," and pretended to examine her diaper. It was clearly brown stained, and squelched each time she moved. Still he played along. "Yep, one clean diaper after a full day. Sorry sweetie."

"It's just not fair! All that time and money, and my diaper is still clean!"

"I know, I know sweetie," He had patted her bottom as he carried her, checking to see if she'd notice the squishing. Still, it went all over her head. "Sorry you can't be a stinky baby" he laughed, while gagging on her smell.

"I know Daddy."

"Well, come on."
"Where are we going Daddy?"

"To the changing table, Baby."

"Why? My diaper is clean."

"I know your diaper is clean," he had to think, and pasued by squishing her dirty diaper again. "That's the problem. You've been sitting in the same clean diaper all day, and if you aren't going to use it, we still need to change it like we would any other clean underwear. Otherwise, since you can keep it clean for so long, it will still get gross with sweat and skin cells and fall apart, which is gross, right? So let's get you into your bedtime diaper then some PJs so you don't get a rash, ok? Sound good?"

She nodded. "Yes Daddy."

"Good girl," he patted her again. "Changing one totally clean diaper for another." He laughed again. He knew the CD's specifically made said they made her dumb, but not noticing how messy she was was a level of success he didn't believe possible. "Lost 80% of IQ?" He'd be shocked if she had anything left.

Then came the obedience, which she thought was just her playing along, the crawling, which she thought was a choice each time, the mindless bable, which she thought was english. It had reduced her thoughts far further then he ever could dream, and she didn't even realize it.

"What a dumb baby," he said outloud, and smiled at her and winked.

...

"What a smart girl," Daddy said, leaning into her. He winked at their shared secret about her costumes.

"Thanks Daddy! I'm kind of happy the CD's didn't work, its more fun to just pretend to be dumb for you anyway."

In a way, she was happy that they had failed. It was probably because she was too smart for them to work on her, and she enjoyed thinking about that and just pretending otherwise.

She really was the smartest baby.

...

"AWO MAAA GOOO GAAA BLAAH!" Baby said, and Daddy laughed.

She really was the dumbest baby.