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I want to be regressed to a baby so bad since I’ve lost all my potty training, and I don’t want to be a grown up anymore. Just a dumb babbling baby stuck in diapers

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It had not even been half an hour since you had left your little in a fresh diaper for the day... then suddenly, while out, you received a text message and a picture...

would you go back and change her diaper? Or would you let her fill it up all the way? Maybe you should ask for a picture showing just how wet she is...

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Each Time You POP your Pretty Pink Princes PACI in your mouth... you feel your big girl thoughts start to go

BYE-BYEEEEEE

The rhythmic suckling feels so good... so calming to you. as you feel your pigtails start to sway as your mind starts to feel light and empty.

*POP* goes your paci

*POP* goes your big girl thoughts

you dont need them right now.

its time to drop down to little space.

where you're safe and calm.

able to relax and regress.

just a happy baby

your mind is pacified.

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Samantha felt it again...

That dizzy, wonderfully freeing feeling she felt

Every single time that she Gulped down her Special Bottle

After being put in her Special High Chair

The very first time, she thought it was so silly. being treated like a baby, being put back in diapers, and being fed from a bottle in a highchair.

However, high up in her high chair, all the way off the floor, she really didn't have much to do. and she certainly didn't have anywhere to go. her highchair was just so impossibly tall for her to climb down from.

bored out of her mind, she looked at the baby bottle. it had just been warmed up, and she certainly was cold, wearing just a bib and a thick dumb baby diaper.

She decided that it might be a good idea to drink the bottle to stay warm. after all, its not like it would taste bad or anything, how bad could it be?

She decided to pick up the bottle in her hand, felt its weight and warmth. it was heavier than she thought it would be.

She brought the soft rubber nipple between her lips and began to taste the first few drops.

It wasn't bad at all. It tasted like milk with a little something else mixed in. Samantha couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was on the tip of her tongue...Literally

It was warm of course, so she felt herself warming up more and more as she drank. Like feeling hot chocolate warm you up on a cold day.

However this was more than just warm, it was tingly too. Like those first few shots of whisky, tingling down and loosening your hips and shoulders.

She felt herself get tingly as she drank. It was a nice feeling. it sure beat being cold.

As she kept drinking, she found herself feeling even warmer, more tingly...

She began feeling heavy and clumbsy, like she was drunk, but also light headed, fuzzy and free at the same time, like she was a puppet and her strings had been cut.

She found it hard to sit upright. Good thing she was in her special high chair. She was properly secured and supported in her thick cushy chair. thankfully her removable feeding tray was inserted as well and she could rest her elbows on there as she drank.

as she finished the bottle, she looked down and saw how far up she really was. it made her feel all dizzy, her head reeled back as she put her bottle down on the tray table. There's no way she could leave the highchair all on her own. She'd need some serious help.

With her bottle now empty, Samantha began to miss the feeling of her mouth being filled. for no apparent reason, she decided to stick her thumb in her mouth. that always made her feel better.

As she suckled, she felt herself slip in and out of a dreamlike space. a space where she didn't have to worry about getting down from the highchair. a place where she only had to worry about finishing her bottles, and being a good girl for those who would take care of her.

As she continued deep down the path of her newly found trance, she felt a pang in her stomach. that bottle she guzzled down had gone right through her, she needed to go potty. She felt herself coming out of trance as she continued to hold her bladder. She wanted to stay in trance. She needed to go peepee. but there was no way she could get down from such a high place all on her own. She'd have to wait to use the bathroom until someone helped her down.

maybe she didn't have to go to the bathroom to relieve herself enough to resume her deep trance state. maybe there was another way...

as childish as it seemed, Samantha chose to just let go into her thick diaper. after all that seemed like the most practical decision. its not like she could get down by herself.

as she let go, feeling the warmth spread between her legs, her hips opened up as the padding swelled.

as she felt herself let go more and more, she felt herself slipping down deeper, into dumb diaper dolly dreamland. into beautiful, brainless baby bliss...

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Time for more baby brainwashing. This file is about Public Diaper Checks being a necessity for any dumb baby...

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Yes, I justa baby