Stoner Baby Bliss

There was no denying it. Cade was an absolute pothead! As much as he knew he should restrain himself, he just could help but smoke until he was practically drooling. Every night, Cade would get home from a hard day of college classes and sit down on the couch; his bong in hand, which he lovingly named Rose.

Oh! And that crinkle noise he made when he sat down, that was a diaper. You see, aside from being a stoner, Cade was also a big, big baby. In fact, he found that his AB side and his stoner side often complemented each other quite well. He always had such a hard time getting into a Little Space when he was sober, but a few puffs from Rose would send him back into infancy. Tonight was different, however. He threw open the door to his apartment and sat down on his couch, diving into a small, brown paper bag with much vigor.

Cade had fallen into an online group of other ABs who liked to get high while wearing diapers. Certainly his kind of people. One of the members he met actually went to the same college he did. They had hung out a few times and even shared a few evenings together in stoner baby bliss.

Stoner Baby Bliss. Those truly were the words on Cade’s mind right now, because his friend had a big secret. He had started growing his own strains of marijuana, specifically tailoring them to be used by ABs looking to slip into their babyish personas.

Cade could hardly wait, as his friend trusted him enough to let him be the first one to try it. He pulled a small, orange pill bottle out of his bag, labeled “Stoner Baby Bliss.” Inside were several delectable-looking buds, all neatly packed and ready to be scorched.

Setting the bottle down, Cade leaped off the couch and went to his bedroom to change. He quickly double-diapered himself, along with a stuffer just for good measure. He wanted to make sure that nothing would stop him from sitting on the couch for the rest of the night in infantile euphoria.

Next came the clothing. Cade was always one to aim for coziness. He didn’t have anything too fancy, dawning a simple white onesie with colorful animals dancing across it. He wasn’t in little space yet, but the outfit was definitely getting a head start.

Moving to the kitchen, Cade threw open the refrigerator and pulled out a baby bottle of his “special milk”, guaranteeing his diapers would be getting their appropriate usage. He didn’t drink them all the time, but this was a special occasion, so the bottle was a must.

With everything gathered, Cade settled himself down, surrounded by all the snacks and beverages he would need for a long night in.

Making sure to restrain himself, Cade was careful not to spill any of the precious flower as he grounded it up and placed a few pinches into the big bowl that hung off Rose’s side.

With no further preparations needed, Cade leaned his mouth onto Rose’s glass shaft, his lips puckering as he primed himself. He lifted his lucky lighter to the bowl, placing his thumb on the small button that sparked with incredible ease. The flame emitted a soft, yet noticeable warmth on his hand.

Cade placed the flame on the edge of the bowl and breathed in a giant breath of the innocuous substance. He prided himself as a master of holding in his smoke, but this weed was just too strong to hold for long.

Soon, Cade was exhaling out of necessity, a few coughs escaping his quickly drying lips. Funny enough, the smoke smelled like a perfect combo of dirty diapers and baby powder. He chuckled at his friend’s genius, as he leaned back in his seat, enjoying the introductory sensations. He picked up his bottle, guzzling it down to quench his thirst.

Cade wanted to live inside of that smoke-filled bubble forever. He had to have more. Luckily, directly beneath him was a toy that he only used on the rarest of occasions. He reached under the couch and pulled out a gas mask bong of his own design, with several tubes coiling back into itself.

Placing it over his head, Cade wasted little time loading up his new bowl and lighting up without a second thought. Cade once again eased back, as the world of reefer swirled around him. He felt so relaxed, enjoying the newly found, but not unfamiliar weight that he felt in his limbs.

The combination of a body and head high was almost too much for anybody to handle, but Cade wasn’t just anybody. He dove back in for more, feeling his mind melt from the sweet-smelling cannabis. Before he’d even realized it, he’d smoked the entire bowl.

After a few minutes of frying his brain in a foggy coated haze, the overpowering quality and amount of smoke caused Cade to decide he should take the mask off and get some fresh air. He reached up to remove the mask...or at least, he tried to.

This was something Cade had never experienced before. It was a body high so intense that he could barely lift his arms, let alone have the strength to pull the mask off. There was an ounce of panic that entered him as he sat there, totally helpless, but he was never one to get paranoid while high, so his worry dissipated fast. “Fuck, this is incredible!” he stated, almost in defiance.

With the remote parked next to him on the couch, Cade flopped over and worked for his hand on the buttons, flipping on some cartoons. “Dis ish da life,” he said, only realizing how babyish he sounded in the aftermath. He giggled at his own slurred words. “Whys I tawk sho funny?” His laughter died down as he realized he wasn’t doing this on purpose. Talking funny wasn’t enough to worry too much. He’d have to let his friend know just how potent his strain really was.

PFFFFF!

All thoughts of Cade’s babbling incoherency went away in a flash, however, as Cade suddenly felt a bubbling in his stomach, accompanied by a loud and wet fart. His heart nearly skipped a beat as the gas unwittingly escaped from his bottom.

“Guss da milk mus be wokin duba time,” thought Cade, who was starting to get a little bit concerned. The baby babble had been one thing, but now his thoughts were starting to slow down and become jumbled. On top of that, his limbs felt even heavier now, and he was certain that his body gave no indication of that fart.

Once again, Cade made an attempt to remove the gas mask. He had flopped down sideways on the couch when he went for the remote, so moving his hand to his face was a far shorter distance now. Unfortunately, he found that his hands were too weak to pry the mask off of his face.

Suddenly, without warning, Cade felt his diaper grow warmer, as his own pee began to trickle into the diaper. Actually, maybe trickle is the wrong word to use for the typhoon that gushed into the ever-thirsty padding.

Much like the fart, Cade didn’t feel it coming. He did his best to hold back but found he no longer had control of his bladder. This was getting serious. He’d wanted to be in a little space, but this was on another level entirely. His friend would have a lot of explaining to do after this.

PFFFFBLOOORT!!!

Cade’s jaw dropped. “Dere’s no wey dat was jus a toot,” he thought. Wiggling his butt only confirmed the large load he had just deposited into his diaper. He flopped his arm back, using what little strength he still had to assess the damage.

Cade took a deep breath as he prodded the squishy, muck that rested beneath him. That breath worked like a catalyst, as the smoke he once again inhaled sent another rush of mush into the seat of his pants. With his hand still pressed to his padding, he was able to feel firsthand the sheer amount of waste that entered his bulging backside.

The sudden jolt of mess was like a shockwave to Cade’s system. He was once again forced to breathe in, gasping near instantly. This only caused the sludge in his diaper to increase its volume, finding whatever empty space it could to fill up even more. The mixture of semi-soft and liquid poop combined to create a messy diaper that could rival all messy diapers before it.

It was the third breath that caused Cade to realize what was happening. “Id wasin da milk!” thought Cade, as the feeling of true, genuine helplessness kicked in. Even still, Cade’s babyish mind was slowly overtaking him, as a gleeful giggle pushed through his lips. He wiggled his butt feeling the mass press and mold against him.

It was frightening, horrifying, yet also, incredibly arousing. Cade’s member rose to full attention, trying to force its way through the freshly moistened diaper to no avail. He had never felt this horny in his life and his next breath only multiplied that horniess, along with multiplying the thick slop that escaped into his once pristine diaper.

But aroused or not, Cade knew he had to do something. With everything he had left, Cade practically punched the mask off his face, lifting it up over his mouth, allowing him to breathe the untainted air.

Squishing and spreading the goop that rested under him, Cade curled his legs up and used both his hands and feet to claw the mask fully off.

At last, Cade could relax, watching the remnants of smoke curl out before dissipating into the air.

Like the silly baby he now was, Cade slumped himself to the floor, slamming his butt onto the ground with great force, and causing his gargantuan load to travel forward, coating his privates in the brown slop.

Bringing his hands forward, Cade pushed and smeared the mess all around his enlarged member. He didn’t have full control of his limbs, but this was something he could definitely do. It wasn’t long before Cade had the most glorious climax of his life. He leaned back on the couch behind him, wallowing in his stupefied state.

As Cade recovered, he stared forward, seeing Rose standing pristinely in all her glory, with a nearly full bowl still attached to her. “Is that really all you can handle? You really are a baby!” Cade heard the inanimate bong say to him.

A crude smile crept across Cade’s face. He had all his best ideas while high, after all. With all the care and strength a baby could muster, Cade reached forward and slowly slid the bong off the table and into his ripening lap. He then grabbed the lighter off the couch.

After fiddling with the glass for a few moments, Cade finally had Rose in her proper position. “I sho chus who da weal baby is!”

And with that naïve statement, Cade once more pressed his waiting mouth to Rose as the lighter ignited with little pressure. Unfortunately, while Cade’s babyish dexterity was enough to keep him from burning the house down, it wasn’t enough to prevent him from torching the entire bowl in one go.

Cade breathed in the massive puff of smoke and released it, only for him to find himself breathing in more as the embers continued to burn.

The effect on Cade’s bowels was instantaneous. Wave after wave of hot, sticky poop was escorted into his ever-expanding underwear with great force. His bowels weren’t alone, however, as his bladder soon joined in on the fun. And neither end showed any sign of stopping. Cade was left defenseless, continuing to huff and puff and blow his brains down with increased enthusiasm.

Each SQUELCH and BLART was enough to send his babyish self into overdrive. His childlike laughter became uncontrollable as Cade’s mind sank further and further.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the embers had burned out, leaving Cade stationed in his now beanbag-like padding. The diapers had done their best, but there was no preventing this amount of waste from leaking out around him.

Cade chortled and burbled with glee as he watched the mush ooze out of the waistband and leg holes of his fully swollen seat. One could say his diaper was now an accurate representation of his brain, completely devoid of any substance besides the sloppy, muddy soup that had caked his lower half.

Feeling the most content that he ever had in his life, Cade sank back, smiling blissfully as he enjoyed the sensation of each minuscule movement. It wasn’t long, however, before that blissful smile took a devious turn. “I fink I weady fo anudder hit!”