So my little sister married this guy after a short engagement.
I don’t like him.
He’s a typical macho beef head with testosterone where his brain cells should be.
Sure, he’s nice to look at, with huge biceps, thick legs, and firm six pack abs, but he’s such an idiot!
Anyway, he’s constantly making fun of my profession, ripping on the fact that I “put guys to sleep for money.”
That sorry sack of shit actually had the nerve to say that “You’d make better money PUTTING guys to sleep, if you know what I mean!”
My baby sister FINALLY gets sick of his little comments and together we cook up a plan to REALLY put him in his place!
I started out slow, just a few positive reinforcements for good behavior, gentle touches and when I leaned over him I made sure to push my breasts against his back.
Then I got him by himself during the big football game, I began by whispering lowly next to him.
Just low enough for him to pay more attention to me instead of the game.
Then I sat down in his lap and looked full into his eyes, grabbing the remote out of his hands and shutting off the t.v while I snaked my other hand in his hair.
I slowly counted backwards from 20, watching for the telltale signs of going into a deep sleep as his breathing got heavier and his eyelids drooped.
Once he was out I spoke directly to his inner young self, instructing it to come forward at the age of a very little one.
“You cannot walk, you cannot talk, you eat and cry and shit in a diaper. You are completely helpless and reliant on others, vulnerable.”
I then spoke to his consciousness.
“You are extremely aroused by the smell of diapers and powder, The way the diaper feels soft and padded on your ass and the silky smooth powder catching in every crease around balls. You think bottled formula is delicious, every time you piss or shit in your diaper you will have an intense orgasm no matter where you are or who’s watching.”
The last thing I implanted in his consciousness was the intense need to have his tight, virgin asshole filled with thick cocks at all hours of the day.
Who’s fucking with who now, bitch?!!
Then I gave him the closer:
“Even when you are your normal adult self, you will intensely crave your time as a wee one. You will not feel safe or secure until you are in a diaper with something, ANYTHING filling your pucker.”
“All of this will be triggered by the word: Banana.”
I brought him out of his nap just as my little sister walked through the door with the pizza.
I smiled at her and whispered “banana” as she set the pizza down on the coffee table.
Immediately he started bawling like a little bitch, slobbering all over himself and getting snot everywhere.
She actually got pissed off at me, guess she didn’t think I was gonna do it.
I told her that I am NOT removing it, and he had better hope like hell that no one at his job likes…. BANANAS!!!
