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[mimimimse]

The Point of No Return

“So you’re really gonna stand there in a clearly poopy diaper and tell me you’re still a big girl?”

It was one thing when Daddy gave you this look. It’s the look you get every time you say you’re a big girl. He knows better.

But she wasn’t Daddy, she was your best friend. Was being the key word. Because she’s not here as your best friend. She’s here as your babysitter.

“Sweetie, I gave you the benefit of the doubt when your boyfriend asked me to babysit you. I thought it was a joke. I gave you the benefit of the doubt when I saw you laying there in your diaper watching Bluey.”

“But seeing you squat down behind the couch and poop yourself like a toddler? You need your diapers, don't you? This isn’t a game, is it? He didn’t ask me to watch you to embarrass you, he asked because you need someone to change your stinky diapers!”

“And then you have the audacity to say you’re a ‘big girl?’ Like really? You had me fooled, I’ll give you that much. But now I see you for what you actually are, sweetie. No wonder he’s been flirting with me so much. He doesn’t have a girlfriend, he has a needy toddler. All the rules he gave make so much sense now.”

You look up at her, fidgeting in your cold diaper. You want to argue your case, argue that you are a big girl. But more than anything, you want your paci. And Daddy. You feel the tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh no, don’t cry, sweetie! I’m sure it’s hard knowing you’re nothing more than a needy toddler in my eyes now, knowing you’ll soon be laying on the floor as I wipe your stinkies, but I’m still your friend! It’s just…things will be different from now on.”

“Obviously I can’t take a toddler to the club or go out and get wasted, but I’m sure we can still hang out! Next time I’ll know to bring some…age appropriate games and movies for you! Maybe our other friends can come and babysit! Would you like that?”

All you could do was cry as she gently pushed you down onto your changing mat. Every time she ripped a diaper tab feeling like a physical blow.

There’s no coming back from this. By the time she leaves, everyone will know about your diapers—and that you need them. This isn’t a game you played with Daddy anymore.

This is your new life.

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Can’t Fight This Feeling

Despite your best efforts, a tiny smile crept across your face—even as your older sister lifted the back of your dress, exposing your messy diaper to the room.

“Ut oh, I think our little diaper girl made a poopoo! Yes, she did!”

And you’ve never been happier.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve been drawn to the thick, crinkly, and delightfully comforting padding of diapers. You couldn’t help it. You couldn’t explain it.

Life was just better in a soggy diaper.

Yet, you always hid your shameful lust for diapers. Forced to fill your diapers in utter privacy.

Not anymore.

There is no going back.

Now everyone—your family, friends, and coworkers—knows you’re just a diaper girl. Every time they see you, they expect a thick, poofy, and most likely wet diaper between your legs.

Nothing makes you happier than seeing their eyes drift down, searching for your diaper bulge. Or those pitiful looks only reserved for a poor 25-year-old girl trapped in diapers.

For all they know, you can’t help it. You need your diapers.

You know the truth.

All those embarrassing accidents were part of your plan. To lock yourself into diapers.

To expose yourself as a diaper girl.

Sure, it was embarrassing to mess your panties in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner. Or when you peed your pants at the Taylor Swift concert with your sisters.

But it was all worth it for this.

Nobody doubts why you're in diapers anymore.

“Oh good,” your younger sister says, hugging her two young daughters, “I’m proud of you two for keeping your pull-ups clean when Auntie Maria is still pooping her diapies!”

You blush, letting the humiliation wash over you.

That subtle, condescending humiliation you crave.

The humiliation your sisters are all too happy to provide. Because you, the golden child, are back in diapers.

“Stop teasing Maria, girls,” your mom scolds.

She looks at you with the same expression you’d expect from seeing a baby duck covered in oil, needing rescue. “Why don’t you go change your diaper, sweetheart?”

A pitiful look for a helpless diaper girl in a poopy diaper.

You oblige, grabbing your diaper bag. Doing your best to hide a smile.

As you reach the top of the stairs, your mom shouts, “Let me know if you need help, honey! I know messy diapers can be tricky!”

Exposing yourself as the diaper girl you are was the best decision you’ve ever made in your life.

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almost

The brightly lit store buzzed softly with faint chatter and the hum of fluorescent lights. Ava bounced alongside Daddy, her steps light and eager. Her eyes darted across the shelves, the colorful packages of diapers and pull-ups gleaming under the harsh lighting. She felt proud—Daddy said she'd done well enough during the day to earn this special treat. Pull-ups! She was finally getting pull-ups!

Her heart thumped as they reached the aisle. Ava’s face lit up at the sight of the packages adorned with cheerful cartoon characters and pastel patterns. She tugged at Daddy’s hand, her voice spilling over with excitement. “Look! That one has little unicorns on it!”

Daddy smiled warmly, giving her a playful nudge toward the shelf. “Go ahead, princess. Pick your favorite.”

Ava nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bobbing, and crouched down in front of the lower shelves. The cutest pack—bright pink with sparkly rainbows and unicorns—was tucked just out of reach. Her tongue poked out in concentration as she stretched forward, the hem of her floral hoodie riding up as she squatted.

And then, it happened.

The faintest, almost imperceptible moment of release. Ava froze, her eyes widening. A telltale warmth bloomed in her diaper, followed by a heavy, unavoidable sensation settling in the seat of it. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she whimpered softly, shifting her weight uncomfortably. The squish of the sudden mess was unmistakable, betraying her to anyone within earshot—or smell.

"Oh, Ava…" Daddy chuckled, shaking his head as he knelt down to her level. His tone was soft but dripping with amusement, and he gently tipped her chin up to make her look at him. "You didn’t even last long enough to pick the pull-ups, did you, baby girl?"

Her cheeks burned crimson, and she squirmed in her squat, the fullness of her situation unmistakable now. “I… I didn’t mean to, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

He kissed her forehead with a grin. "I know, sweet pea. Almost made it, though. Almost."

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"First Steps" Introduction Class

An Excerpt from an Choose your own adventure story over at  CHYOA

After failing the Bodily Aptitude and Maturity Test (BAM)Rebecca has been reassigned to the toddler level, she has chosen to adapt to her new level immediately instead of a more gradual change.

"First Steps" Introduction Class

Rebecca’s eyes widened as she stepped into the cozy playroom, taking in the warm colors and gentle atmosphere that filled the space. Soft rugs covered the floor, and low shelves along the walls held brightly colored toys, crayons, and stacks of picture books. A handful of young women, each wearing toddler outfits similar to hers, were scattered around the room, engaging in different activities. Some were stacking colorful blocks, others were absorbed in crayon scribbles, while a few chatted happily with caregivers who offered gentle guidance and encouragement.

Nanny Malory placed a comforting hand on Rebecca's shoulder, giving her an encouraging nod. "Welcome to the 'First Steps' Introduction Class, Rebecca. All of these lovely girls chose to embrace toddlerhood, just like you," she said with a warm smile. "Starting at the toddler level is a wonderful choice.I'm proud of you."

Rebecca glanced around, noting the variety of expressions on the girls’ faces. She recognized the same mixed emotions she felt herself — a blend of bashfulness and curiosity, with traces of excitement showing through.

Directly across the room, a petite girl named Lily was seated at a small table, focusing intently on stacking blocks. Though her cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment, she looked content, her shy smile growing each time she successfully added a block to her tower. Her fingers fidgeted as she worked, but there was a quiet happiness in her movements, a kind of acceptance that made Rebecca feel a little less alone.

Nearby, a lively girl named Ava giggled as she scribbled a rainbow of colors across a sheet of paper. She seemed a bit more at ease with herself, her eyes twinkling with a giddy excitement.

Rebecca hesitated for a moment before walking over to a girl sprawled on a colorful rug near the far corner of the playroom. Ava, as the caregivers had called her, was surrounded by crayons and an impressive collection of doodles. The young woman’s pastel romper clung slightly askew to her frame, its loose fit emphasizing the puffy outline of her diaper. Yet Ava didn’t seem to care in the slightest, her movements carefree and brimming with the unfiltered enthusiasm of a child lost in their world of imagination.

“Hi there,” Rebecca said softly, kneeling down beside her.

Ava looked up, her face bright with delight, her crayon pausing mid-stroke on the paper. “Oh, hi! Are you new?” she asked, her words tumbling out quickly, as if she’d been waiting for someone to join her. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed a nearby drawing and thrust it toward Rebecca. “Look! I just finished this one. It’s a rainbow! Isn’t it pretty?”

Rebecca studied the crayon drawing, the rainbow’s colors slightly wobbly but vibrant. “It’s beautiful,” she said, a small smile breaking across her face.

“Thanks!” Ava beamed, returning to her doodles with a flourish of purple crayon. Her energy was infectious, her giggles punctuating the sound of scribbling. “I’ve been making a whole bunch of them. I’m going to ask Miss Heather if I can hang them up later. She says the walls here can always use more decorations!”

Rebecca found herself relaxing, sitting fully on the rug now. She watched as Ava switched to a yellow crayon, her small fingers gripping it tightly as she added a smiling sun to the corner of the page.

“Do you draw a lot?” Rebecca asked, genuinely curious.

“Not before,” Ava admitted, her tongue poking out slightly as she focused on her work. “I was always too busy with boring grown-up stuff. But now?” She paused, waving her arms dramatically to indicate the room around her. “Now I can just play and color all day if I want! No meetings, no laundry, no silly deadlines. Just crayons, naps, and fun.”

Her joy was so palpable that Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh softly. “It sounds like you’re really enjoying it here.”

“Oh, I love it,” Ava said without hesitation. She set down her crayon and tapped the front of her diaper with a satisfied grin. “And these? Way better than grown-up undies. No accidents, no worries, just comfy and cozy.”

Rebecca’s cheeks turned pink at Ava’s unabashed enthusiasm, but Ava didn’t seem to notice. She plucked another crayon from the pile, adding a few fluffy clouds to her picture.

“You should try it,” Ava said, glancing at Rebecca with a sly smile. “Once you let go of all the grown-up stuff, it’s so much easier. Plus, the caregivers here are super nice. They make sure you’re always comfy and happy.”

Rebecca nodded slowly, Ava’s words sticking with her. Maybe there really was something freeing about letting go, about not overthinking every little thing.

As Ava finished her drawing, she held it up proudly for Rebecca to see. “Ta-da! What do you think?”

“It’s wonderful,” Rebecca said sincerely.

“Wanna color with me?” Ava asked, pushing a pile of crayons toward Rebecca with a playful nudge. “It’s way more fun with a friend.”

Rebecca carefully set her crayon down, tilting her head as she examined her finished drawing. A tall tree stretched upward on the paper, its branches wide and strong. From one of the branches hung a simple swing, swaying gently in an imagined breeze. She smiled softly, pleased with the outcome, even if it was a little wobbly in places.

Ava, sprawled beside her, leaned closer to peek at the picture. Her romper shifted as she moved, and Rebecca couldn’t help but notice the soft crinkle accompanying the motion. “That’s so good!” Ava exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. She pointed at the swing, her finger nearly smudging the crayon. “I wanna swing there!”

Rebecca chuckled nervously. “Thanks. I just… thought it looked peaceful.”

Ava nodded fervently, her energy almost tangible as she shifted again, bouncing slightly in place. A faint hissing sound broke through the quiet moment, and Rebecca’s eyes darted to Ava’s face. Ava didn’t seem to notice—or perhaps she simply didn’t care. Her smile remained as bright as ever, her attention fully on the drawing.

Before Rebecca could process what she had heard, Mrs. Mallory’s warm presence arrived behind them. “Oh, my goodness, Rebecca,” the caregiver cooed, bending down to inspect the drawing. “What a lovely picture! You’ve captured such a sweet scene.” She reached out to gently lift the paper, holding it up for a better look.

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed pink as Mrs. Mallory beamed. “This would look perfect on our art wall!”

Ava clapped her hands excitedly, the crinkling sound punctuating her movements. “Yes! It’s so pretty! Hang it up, hang it up!” she chirped, bouncing slightly in place again.

Mrs. Mallory chuckled, clearly delighted by their enthusiasm. She turned to Rebecca, her smile softening. “What do you think, sweetheart? Shall we display it for everyone to see?”

Rebecca hesitated, glancing between Mrs. Mallory and Ava. “Um… sure,” she said shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Mrs. Mallory gave an approving nod and strode to the corkboard at the front of the room, carefully pinning the drawing in a central spot. “There we go,” she said, stepping back to admire it. “Doesn’t that look wonderful?”

Ava nodded vigorously, practically bouncing off the rug in excitement. Rebecca couldn’t help but smile, even as her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Before anyone could comment further, the door to the playroom opened, and a tall man entered, carrying a stack of brightly colored books. His striped sweater and glasses gave him an approachable, friendly air. He clapped his hands once, drawing the room’s attention.

“Good morning, everyone!” he said cheerfully, his voice filling the space. “It’s time to settle down and get ready for our morning lesson.”

Rebecca’s stomach fluttered with a mix of nerves and curiosity as the room began to quiet.

Mr. Teacher’s warm gaze settled on the group, and he clapped his hands gently, the sound drawing their full attention. “Good girls,” he said, his tone dripping with approval. “Good, smart girls who know how to let go of the things that don’t matter. You’ve made the right choice, embracing your new role and letting your caregivers take care of you. And most importantly,” his eyes twinkled as he gestured toward them, “choosing to wear your diapers proudly.”

Rebecca felt her cheeks flush a deep pink, her gaze dropping to the soft rug beneath her. Something about the way he said it made her stomach flutter—not quite embarrassment, not quite pride, but something in between. She shifted slightly, the quiet crinkle beneath her romper reminding her of the change she’d so recently accepted.

“And some of you,” Mr. Teacher continued, his smile broadening as he glanced around the room, “are already excelling.” His eyes landed on Ava, who was sitting with a wide grin, her posture relaxed and carefree. “Ava, you’re a shining example.”

Ava blinked, then lit up, practically glowing under his praise. “Me?” she asked, her voice high and sweet with surprise, though her hands clapped together in delight.

“That’s right,” Mr. Teacher said with a nod. “You’ve embraced everything this transition has to offer. And I can tell you’re already making the most of it.” He paused, his voice dropping slightly, as if sharing a secret. “In fact, I can tell you’re already a little soggy. That’s exactly what I want to see—a girl who’s so comfortable and confident, she uses her diaper without a second thought.”

Ava’s grin widened, and she shifted in her seat, clearly proud of herself. “Thank you, Mr. Teacher!” she chirped, sitting up straighter, her puffed-out chest practically radiating pride. “I just thought… why wait?”

The room erupted into a soft murmur of giggles and whispers, some of the girls nodding in agreement, others blushing and glancing nervously at their laps. Rebecca couldn’t help but glance sideways at Ava, a mixture of surprise and admiration bubbling inside her. How did he know? She didn’t see Ava move or do anything obvious, yet Mr. Teacher had pointed it out like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Rebecca’s heart raced as she stole a glance at Mr. Teacher, wondering if he would turn his attention to her next. The thought both thrilled and terrified her. A small voice in her mind whispered that maybe, just maybe, she wanted that same approval—even if the idea made her squirm.

Rebecca sat on the soft rug near the back, her cheeks already warm with unease. She glanced briefly at the others, noting how unfamiliar everyone seemed with one another. Some sat quietly, fidgeting with their clothes or hair, while others focused intently on Mr. Teacher’s words.

“Using your diapers isn’t just practical,” Mr. Teacher continued, his voice calm but encouraging. “It’s a symbol of trust—trust in your caregivers, trust in your decision to be here, and most importantly, trust in yourself. Today, I’d like each of you to take a step toward embracing that trust. Relax, and let your body do what it needs to do.”

The room was quiet for a long moment. Rebecca’s stomach fluttered nervously as she tried to process what he was asking. Wet on purpose? Right here? Her thoughts raced as she lowered her gaze to her lap, unsure of how to even begin.

A few of the girls responded almost immediately. The quiet rustle of shifting postures and faint crinkles broke the silence, accompanied by soft sighs or shy giggles. Rebecca glanced up briefly to see their faces—some visibly relaxed, others pink with embarrassment but smiling softly nonetheless.

Rebecca, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to let go. She closed her eyes, willing herself to relax, but the tension in her body remained stubborn. Around her, the atmosphere in the room grew lighter as more girls succeeded, their caregivers moving quietly among them with gentle words of praise.

Rebecca’s frustration grew as the moments ticked by. She shifted on the rug, her hands pressing against her lap as she struggled to focus inward. Finally, the tension broke, and her pee spread through her diaper. Her breath hitched as her cheeks burned—half with embarrassment, half with relief.

Rebecca sat frozen on the soft rug, her face still hot with embarrassment as the moment unfolded. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, the sound almost drowning out the quiet crinkles and murmurs in the room. And then, slowly, it happened.

The first sensation was warmth, spreading gently through the thick padding of her diaper. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before—a strange, almost surreal mixture of relief and comfort. The initial rush startled her, and her breath hitched slightly as she froze, unsure whether to stop or let it continue.

She couldn’t stop.

The warmth continued to spread, soaking into the soft, absorbent layers that cradled her. The material swelled slightly against her skin, becoming heavier, snugger, almost like a comforting hug. Rebecca’s cheeks burned as she realized the quiet sound of her diaper growing wet, faint but unmistakable, might be audible to the others. But no one looked her way.

Her mind raced. I’m peeing myself… and I like it? The thought sent a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing over her, but it didn’t erase the tiny flicker of contentment growing deep inside her.

The wetness settled into the core of the diaper, the warmth lingering against her skin as the fabric wicked away the moisture, leaving the surface soft and dry yet swollen. It was oddly reassuring, the way the diaper handled everything with such ease. She shifted slightly on the rug, feeling the difference in its texture—a bit squishier now, a constant reminder of what she’d just done.

Maybe I’m meant to be here, she thought suddenly, her heart skipping a beat at the realization. She had resisted this idea for so long, convinced it wasn’t for her. But in this moment, sitting in a warm, damp diaper, she felt a sense of calm she hadn’t expected.

The faintest smile tugged at her lips, though she quickly glanced around to see if anyone noticed. None of the other girls seemed to care. Ava, seated nearby, gave her a quick, encouraging grin, her eyes twinkling with pride.

Rebecca sighed softly, allowing herself to relax into the moment. It was strange, unfamiliar, and yes, even a little pleasant. Maybe Mr. Teacher had been right. Trusting herself—trusting the process—wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Rebecca sat on the rug, her face still hot and her heart thudding in her chest. The warmth spreading through her wet diaper clung to her skin, soft and heavy, reminding her of what she’d just done. She couldn’t shake the mixed feelings of relief, embarrassment, and—strangely—a flicker of satisfaction.

“Becky,” Mr. Teacher’s voice broke through her thoughts as he approached. She glanced up quickly, only to immediately lower her gaze when she saw his warm smile. “You’ve done such a good job,” he said, crouching down beside her. “You’re learning to pee in your Pampers just like a good girl should. I’m very proud of you.”

Rebecca’s cheeks burned at his words, her breath catching in her throat. “Thank you,” she murmured, unable to meet his gaze.

Mr. Teacher chuckled softly. “No need to be shy, Becky. This is exactly what you’re here to learn—to trust yourself and your diaper. And you’re doing wonderfully.”

Rebecca squirmed slightly, the squishy warmth beneath her adding to her embarrassment. She managed a small nod, but her face remained flushed as he stood and turned his attention to Lilly, who sat beside her.

Lilly’s face was just as red as Rebecca’s, if not more so. She sat stiffly, her legs crossed tightly as she fidgeted nervously with the hem of her pastel romper. It was obvious she hadn’t yet managed to wet herself.

“How are you doing, Lilly?” Mr. Teacher asked gently, kneeling beside her.

“I… I’m trying,” Lilly stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands twisted anxiously in her lap.

“That’s alright,” Mr. Teacher said with a reassuring smile. “Sometimes it takes a little longer, and that’s okay. You’re safe here. Just take your time.”

Lilly nodded weakly, her blush deepening as Mr. Teacher reached down to cup the front of her diaper. Rebecca couldn’t help but watch, feeling both mortified for Lilly and strangely fascinated.

The room was quiet for a moment, save for the faint rustling of fabric and crinkling plastic. Then, all at once, Lilly froze. Her breath hitched audibly as her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

Rebecca’s ears caught the soft, unmistakable hiss of Lilly finally peeing herself. The blush that spread across Lilly’s cheeks was almost as bright as the warmth Rebecca felt earlier.

“There it is,” Mr. Teacher said with a broad smile, his hand still resting gently on her now-wet diaper. “Good girl, Lilly. You finally did it. That’s exactly what I was hoping to see.”

Lilly let out a shaky breath, her hands flying up to her face as she tried to hide her expression. “Th-thank you,” she managed, her voice trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and relief.

Mr. Teacher chuckled softly, his tone full of approval. “You’ve made a big step today, Lilly. You should be very proud of yourself.”

Rebecca couldn’t help but feel a strange solidarity with Lilly. Just moments ago, she had been in the same position—blushing, squirming, and uncertain, only to be praised for something that once would have made her want to crawl into a hole.

As Mr. Teacher stood to address the rest of the room, a girl seated near the front raised her hand tentatively. “Um… Mr. Teacher?” she asked, her voice wavering slightly. “When will we, um… be changed?”

Mr. Teacher turned to her with a patient smile. “That’s a good question,” he said warmly.

Mr. Teacher’s gaze swept across the room, meeting the nervous eyes of the girl who had just asked the question. He smiled warmly, his demeanor calm and reassuring. “Ah, that’s a good question,” he began, his hands clasped in front of him. “When will you be changed? Let’s talk about that, little ones.”

Rebecca shifted slightly on her rug, the weight of her wet diaper a constant reminder of her new reality. She glanced at Lilly, who was still red-faced and squirming slightly after Mr. Teacher’s earlier praise. Ava, on the other hand, looked entirely at ease, grinning as though she couldn’t wait to hear what came next.

“You see,” Mr. Teacher continued, pacing gently across the room, “you’re all here because you’ve chosen to let go of grown-up responsibilities. And that means letting your caregivers handle things like when your diaper needs to be changed. Your job is to trust them and focus on being the happy, carefree little girls you’re meant to be.”

He paused, looking around the room with a twinkle in his eye. “Now, some of you might be thinking, ‘But what if my diaper gets too full?’” He chuckled softly, glancing at a few of the girls who squirmed uncomfortably at the mention. “Let me reassure you—your diapers are designed for this. They’re super absorbent, which means they can handle multiple wettings before they need changing. You don’t need to worry about anything leaking or being uncomfortable. You’re safe, and everything is taken care of.”

Rebecca glanced down at her lap, her face still warm. The soft bulk of her diaper pressed against her, heavier now than before, but still surprisingly comfortable. She shifted slightly, marveling at how it seemed to manage everything without feeling overwhelming.

“Now,” Mr. Teacher said, his voice growing a little more playful, “there’s only one thing that’s guaranteed to get your caregiver’s attention for a change.” He paused dramatically, his gaze twinkling as he turned to look at the group. “And that’s if you make a messy diaper.”

The room filled with a mixture of giggles and gasps. Rebecca’s eyes widened, her face burning as she darted a glance at Lilly, who looked like she wanted to sink into the floor. Mr. Teacher chuckled softly and gave Lilly a playful wink, which only made her blush even harder.

Ava, seated beside Rebecca, couldn’t contain her laughter. She clutched her stomach, her carefree giggles echoing through the room. “Oh my gosh, Lilly!” she teased gently, nudging her friend. “Where else are we supposed to go potty? It’s not like we have a choice!”

Lilly shot Ava a mortified look, burying her face in her hands as she muttered, “Ava, stop it!”

Mr. Teacher smiled, his tone remaining gentle but amused. “Ava’s right, you know. This is your new normal. There’s no need to feel shy about it—after all, where else would a little girl like you go potty?”

The girls murmured softly, some giggling nervously while others simply nodded in agreement. Rebecca stayed quiet, her thoughts spinning as she tried to reconcile her lingering embarrassment with the growing sense of acceptance she felt creeping in.

Mr. Teacher’s voice softened, drawing the group’s attention once again. “Remember, your caregivers are here to take care of you. You don’t need to worry about anything—not about when you’ll be changed, or how many times you’ve used your diaper. Just focus on being the happy, carefree littles you’re meant to be.”

Lilly peeked out from behind her hands, still blushing furiously but managing a shy smile. Ava, meanwhile, continued to giggle, clearly enjoying Lilly’s reaction.

Mr. Teacher clapped his hands gently, drawing all eyes back to him. “Alright, my little ones,” he began with a warm smile. “Since this is your first day together, I think it’s time for a little introduction game. We’re all here to support one another, and this is a great way to feel comfortable in your new roles.”

Rebecca shifted uneasily on the rug, her cheeks still warm from earlier. Beside her, Lilly fidgeted with the hem of her romper, while Ava sat up straighter, a playful grin spreading across her face.

Mr. Teacher continued, his tone light and encouraging. “One by one, I’d like each of you to stand up, tell us your name, your favorite animal, and your biological age. But remember,” he added with a twinkle in his eye, “you have to say it in your best baby talk. Then,” he said, pacing slowly, “you’ll show off your diaper and tell us why it’s ‘comfy,’ ‘cute,’ or ‘better than panties.’”

Rebecca’s face turned a deep red, and a soft murmur spread through the group. Mr. Teacher chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, little ones. There’s no right or wrong answer, and your caregivers will be right here to cheer you on.”

“And,” he added with a knowing smile, “you’ll end by telling us what you’ve done in your diaper—whether you’re dry, wet, or… otherwise. Just use your simple, sweet little words, like the good girls you are.”

Lilly’s face was bright red as she peeked over at Ava, who giggled again and whispered teasingly, “Lilly, what are you gonna say? ‘Lilly go pee-pee?’” Lilly covered her face, clearly mortified, while Ava rocked back and forth with laughter.

“Now, now, Ava,” Mr. Teacher said with a mock-stern tone, his eyes twinkling. “Let’s be kind to our friends. Remember, this is about supporting each other.”

Ava nodded, still grinning. Rebecca’s heart pounded in her chest. She wasn’t sure if she could do this—stand in front of everyone, speak in baby talk, and talk about her wet diaper—but the warm, encouraging presence of Mr. Teacher and the caregivers gave her a small glimmer of courage.

Mr. Teacher scanned the room, his smile broad and inviting. “Now, who wants to go first?”

Ava, clearly unable to contain her excitement, wiggled in place and shot her hand into the air again. “Me, me, me!” she said, her voice high and eager, the playful lisp in her words already making her sound like the toddler she had embraced being.

Mr. Teacher smiled warmly. “Alright, Ava,” he said, gesturing for her to stand. “Since you’re so eager, why don’t you go first? Show the other girls how it’s done.”

With an audible crinkle, Ava climbed to her feet, her confidence radiating as she took a spot in front of the group. She clasped her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels like a little girl ready to play.

“Hiiiii,” Ava began, drawing out the word in a sing-song tone. “I’m Ava! My fav’rite animal is a bunny ‘cause they’re soft and bouncy, just like me!” She giggled, her cheeks pink but her grin unfaltering. “And I’m twenty-four years old, but now I’m just a widdle baby again!”

The other girls giggled softly, some clearly embarrassed for Ava but others starting to loosen up, their shoulders relaxing as they watched her. Rebecca felt her own cheeks warm as Ava carried on without a hint of hesitation.

“And now…” Ava paused for dramatic effect, her grin widening. “Look at my diaper!”

With that, she turned slightly to the side and gave her thick, pastel-patterned diaper a playful pat, the crinkling sound loud and undeniable. “It’s soooo comfy!” she chirped, shifting her weight to emphasize the puffiness. “It’s soft and squishy, and I don’t ever have to worry about potty breaks again! Way better than boring ol’ panties.”

Ava’s confidence drew a mixture of laughter and applause from the caregivers. Mr. Teacher chuckled, nodding approvingly. “Very good, Ava. And what about right now? Can you tell us what’s in your diaper?”

Ava giggled again, her cheeks growing pinker but her grin never fading. She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. “I made pee-pees!” she announced, wiggling her hips with a playful bounce. “It’s all warm and squishy now.”

The room filled with a mix of giggles and nervous glances, the other girls clearly feeling a combination of secondhand embarrassment and a growing sense of acceptance.

“Wonderful, Ava,” Mr. Teacher said with a broad smile. “That’s exactly how it’s done—proud and playful. You’re setting such a good example for your friends.”

Ava beamed, spinning on her toes before plopping back onto the rug with an audible squish. She turned to Rebecca and whispered, “See? Easy! You’ll do great too.”

Rebecca’s stomach flipped, her heart pounding as Mr. Teacher looked around the room. “Now,” he said, his voice kind but expectant, “who’s next?”

Rebecca felt her stomach churn as Ava plopped back down onto the rug, her confident performance leaving the room buzzing with giggles and murmurs. Her face burned when she realized Mr. Teacher’s gaze was scanning the group, clearly waiting for the next volunteer.

Before she could think better of it, Rebecca raised a trembling hand. “I… I’ll go,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The room quieted, and Mr. Teacher’s kind smile grew even wider. “Ah, very good, Becky,” he said warmly, motioning for her to stand.

Rebecca flinched at the name. “It’s Rebecca,” she murmured as she slowly got to her feet, her legs feeling shaky beneath her.

Mr. Teacher tilted his head slightly, his expression soft but firm. “Oh, no, sweetheart,” he said gently. “You’re Becky now. Becky suits a little girl like you perfectly, doesn’t it?”

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, and she nodded reluctantly, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes, Mr. Teacher,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Good girl,” Mr. Teacher said approvingly. “Now, Becky, remember to talk like the little girl you are. Let’s hear your introduction in proper baby talk.”

Rebecca froze for a moment, feeling every eye in the room on her. Her hands twisted nervously in front of her, the soft crinkling of her diaper only adding to her embarrassment. She took a deep breath and tried to find the words.

“H-Hi,” she stammered, her voice shaky. “I’m B-Becky…” She faltered, glancing at Mr. Teacher, whose raised eyebrows urged her to try harder. Her cheeks burned as she forced herself to speak again, this time higher-pitched and slower. “H-Hewwo… I’m Becky…”

“That’s much better,” Mr. Teacher said encouragingly. “Keep going, sweetheart.”

Rebecca swallowed hard, feeling like she was about to melt into the floor. “My fav’rite aminal… is a kitty,” she mumbled, the childish words feeling foreign on her tongue. “Because… because they’re soft… an’ cuddly…”

The caregivers clapped softly, offering gentle encouragement, but Rebecca still felt her embarrassment bubbling over. “I’m, um… twenty-three,” she added quickly, hoping to move past the introduction as fast as possible.

“And what about your diaper, Becky?” Mr. Teacher prompted, his tone kind but expectant.

Rebecca hesitated, her hands fidgeting nervously. Slowly, she reached down and gave her diaper a small, hesitant pat. The crinkling sound was loud in the quiet room, and her blush deepened as she felt the warm, slightly squishy padding beneath her fingers.

“It’s, um…” she started, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Baby talk, Becky,” Mr. Teacher reminded her gently, his patient smile unwavering.

Rebecca’s voice caught in her throat, but she forced herself to continue. “It’s… comfy,” she said softly, stumbling over the words. “An’… squishy… an’ better… better than panties ‘cause I don’t hafta worry…”

“Good girl,” Mr. Teacher said warmly, his praise sending a confusing mix of relief and embarrassment washing over her. “And now, Becky, can you tell us what you’ve done in your diaper?”

Rebecca froze, the question making her blush so deeply she thought her face might burst into flames. Her voice trembled as she finally squeaked out the answer. “I… I went pee-pees…”

The room filled with a mixture of soft giggles and murmurs of approval. Mr. Teacher beamed at her, his smile full of pride. “Very good, Becky,” he said, clapping his hands lightly. “That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear. You’re doing wonderfully.”

Rebecca nodded quickly, her eyes fixed on the floor as she shuffled back to her spot on the rug. Her heart was pounding, but a small part of her couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride at Mr. Teacher’s praise.

As she sat down, her warm diaper squishing beneath her, she couldn’t meet Ava’s amused gaze. “Told ya it wasn’t so bad,” Ava whispered, her voice filled with teasing cheer.

Rebecca ducked her head, her cheeks still blazing as Mr. Teacher turned back to the group. “Alright, who’s next?” he asked, his warm gaze sweeping the room again.

After a long pause, Lilly hesitantly raised her hand, her movements timid. “I-I’ll go…” she mumbled, her voice muffled by her thumb, which had somehow found its way into her mouth.

Mr. Teacher’s face lit up with approval. “Wonderful, Lilly! Come on up, sweetheart.”

Lilly slowly got to her feet, her body stiff with nerves. Her thumb remained firmly in her mouth, and she sucked on it gently as she shuffled to the front of the room, her diaper crinkling audibly with each step.

“Take your time, Lilly,” Mr. Teacher said encouragingly. “Let’s start with your introduction. What’s your name?”

Lilly hesitated, her thumb slipping out of her mouth as she took a deep breath. “I-I’m… I’m L…Lilly…” she stammered, stumbling over her baby talk. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

“Try again, sweetheart,” Mr. Teacher said gently. “Say it nice and slow, just like a little girl would.”

Lilly nodded, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. “H-hewwo…” she said finally, her voice high-pitched and trembling. “I’m L-Lilly… an’… an’ my fav’rite aminal is a beaw…” Her thumb found its way back into her mouth as she added, “Cuz they’re fwuffy an’ cozy…”

The caregivers clapped softly, their encouragement making Lilly’s lips twitch into the faintest of smiles.

“Very good, Lilly,” Mr. Teacher said warmly. “And how old were you before you joined us here?”

“U-um… twenty-two…” Lilly mumbled around her thumb, rocking on her heels as she spoke.

“And what about your diaper, Lilly?” Mr. Teacher prompted, his eyes twinkling. “Why don’t you show it to the group?”

Lilly froze for a moment, then slowly turned to the side, her hands trembling as she reached down to pat the front of her pastel-patterned diaper. “I-it’s… um…” She hesitated, her thumb slipping out again as she tried to find the words.

“Baby talk, Lilly,” Mr. Teacher reminded her softly.

“I-it’s… comfy…” she squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper. “An’… pwuffy… an’ way betta than panties… ‘cause I can go potty wiffout twy-ing…”

“Excellent,” Mr. Teacher said, clapping his hands. “Now, Lilly, can you tell us what’s in your diaper right now?”

“Good girl,” Mr. Teacher said warmly. “Now, Lilly, can you tell us what you’ve done in your diaper?”

Lilly froze, her eyes darting to the floor. She squirmed slightly, her fingers twisting nervously. Finally, she mumbled something so quietly no one could hear.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Mr. Teacher asked, leaning closer with a patient smile.

Lilly took a deep breath, her voice barely audible as she whispered, “I… I made poopoo…”

The room erupted into a mix of gasps and giggles as the other girls looked at each other, wide-eyed. Even Ava’s playful confidence faltered as she gawked at Lilly.

Mr. Teacher’s face lit up with delight. “Oh, Lilly! That’s such a big step!” he said, his voice filled with pride. “Come here, sweetheart. Let’s make sure you’re all taken care of.”

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conditioning

Gaming can be an incredibly effective and playful tool for gently encouraging littles to embrace their regression further. By incorporating games into your routine, you can create a fun, immersive environment where they feel safe and carefree, helping them naturally let go of grown-up habits like asking to use the potty. Here’s how you can guide your little one toward relying on their pull-ups—and eventually transitioning back to diapers—with minimal resistance.

Step 1: Set the Scene

Choose a game that’s engaging but not overly stressful. Bright, colorful games with simple mechanics—like racing games, platformers, or anything involving cute animals—work best. Make sure your little feels cozy, either sitting on the floor or cuddled up near you. Outfit them in pull-ups and something adorable like a soft top or onesie to reinforce their little mindset.

Before starting, remind them that this is their playtime to relax and have fun. Let them get fully absorbed in the game so they aren’t thinking too much about their potty needs.

Step 2: Redirect When They Ask

If your little interrupts the game to ask for the potty, gently but firmly redirect them. Smile warmly and say something like, “Oh, sweetie, let’s finish this round first. You’re doing so well!” If they persist, pause the game for just long enough to take them, but introduce a small chore afterward—something simple, like tidying their play area or fetching a snack.

Make the chore a natural part of the routine but slightly boring compared to the fun of gaming. Over time, this will subtly encourage them to think twice about asking for the potty, as they’ll associate it with losing their precious playtime and having to do a task.

Step 3: Positive Reinforcement for Accidents

As your little becomes more absorbed in the game, they’ll likely start trying to hold it longer to avoid interruptions and chores. Inevitably, this will lead to them having little accidents in their pull-ups. When this happens, don’t scold or shame them. Instead, praise them sweetly for being so focused on their game.

Say something like, “Oh, sweetheart, you were so into your game you didn’t even notice, huh? That’s okay! That’s what your pull-ups are for!” Be gentle as you clean them up and maybe even offer a small reward, like an extra round of their favorite game or a sticker for being so ‘little.’

Step 4: Transitioning to Diapers

Once accidents become frequent, introduce the idea of moving back to diapers in a positive, non-threatening way. Hold up a cute diaper with playful designs and say something like, “Since you’ve been doing so well at being my little gamer, I thought you might like these! They’re softer and cozier, and you won’t have to worry about the potty at all anymore.”

Make it sound like a treat rather than a step backward. Emphasize how much easier and more comfortable it’ll be for them during long gaming sessions. By this point, their protests (if any) should be minimal.

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Today was SOOO fun, Me and Daddy watched Big Hero 6! I had to go during the movie so I made a big messy in my baby pants! Daddy understood that I just didn’t want to miss any of the movie and comforted me and said “That’s what diapers are for, Princess.” My padding was so full by the end of the movie, Daddy had to change me right away hehe

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It came to be November. Katie was of course still in diapers and was wearing babyish clothes around the house, and pretty much being treated like a toddler around her home 24/7. 

Every Thanksgiving holiday her family would always go visit her relatives. She always liked going to see these relatives and they always met up at her Grandmother’s house. 

The night before they left she asked her mom if she’d have to wear baby clothes at her Grandmother’s house. Her moms reply was no, but she said that if someone notices her diapers that she would tell them why she wore them.

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We arrived at my Grandmother’s house early on Thanksgiving Day. By the time we got there, my diaper was soaking wet and cold. I was still wearing the ABU diapers, and had in fact switched to these diapers almost exclusively. I liked the babyish designs on them, and my parents said that since I was essentially a toddler anyway that I should wear diapers that fit with that image.  I was happy to wear these diapers, even though it was fairly obvious by the crinkle and bulk under my pants that I was diapered, but by this point I didn’t care because of how much I loved being in diapers 24/7.  Anyway, by the time we got to my Grandmother’s I badly needed a changing but I didn’t know how to get my mom’s attention without flat out saying “my diaper is wet,” so I nudged my mom’s leg a little and pointed to the front of my pants. She understood what I was trying to say.  

“Excuse me, we’ll be right back.” She grabbed my diaper bag and took me into the bathroom and changed my diaper on the bathroom floor. 

“If you need to be changed you are going to have to come to me and tell me.” My mom said mater-of-factly, as she finished powdering my diaper area and taped up my fresh diaper.

“But mommy.” I said in a whiney voice.

“But nothing Katie. If you can’t act like a regular teenage girl and use the potty, and wear big girl panties like other girls your age then I guess everyone should know.” My mom said as she rolled up my used diaper and placed it in a plastic bag before putting it in my diaper bag so they could dispose of it when we got back home.  My mom might have not cared if others found out I wore diapers, but she still wanted to be considerate and not leave my stinky diapers in the trash for everyone to smell while we were at my Grandmother’s house.

I was a little stunned by what she had said and wanted to cry. I hoped that I wouldn’t need to be changed for the rest of the day, but knew that was impossible since lunch was only an hour away and we wouldn’t be leaving until after supper time. 

After I was changed I went off to play with my cousins. One was my age and the other two were a year younger. None of them wore diapers of course. The one who was my age was a boy and the other two were girls. We got along quite well for the most part, except my guy cousin, John, sometimes picked on us girls. 

It came to be lunch time. My diaper was dry at this point but I knew that wouldn’t last. I ate a lot of food since I was quite hungry. I also drank a few glasses of chocolate milk and some water and lemonade as well, and knew I’d be paying for it later. 

Later came. Around mid afternoon I was playing games with my cousins when I wet my diaper. Of course, after a few seconds it didn’t feel very wet and things were fine. A half hour later I had to pee again. This time the wet feeling stayed. The diaper wasn’t leaking, but was beginning to get soggy and bulky (the ABU’s always got thicker when wet). When I walked they made more noise, as usual. One of my cousins, the one my age, noticed the crinkling noise and asked me what that was. I acted as if I didn’t know and he forgot about it. 

Another hour passed. Now my diaper was soaked and the pee was cold. I could feel the wetness in every move I made. I didn’t want to tell my mom I needed to be changed, so I didn’t, and just tried to ignore it and hope for the best, and hope that I could hold off mentioning my diapers to my mom until we left that night.  She hadn’t come to check to see if I needed a diaper change, so I thought that just maybe I could make this plan of mine work.

Something happened which made my little plan fail though. When it was my turn to spin the “spinner” on the game we were playing, I felt I had to poop, and I knew it was going to be a big load since I hadn’t gone since earlier the day before. So I tried my best to hold it. I didn’t have much control left after being in diapers for so long, but what little I had I was determined to try and hold off pooping my diaper until maybe my cousins went to do something else or maybe when they had to use the bathroom.  It wasn’t meant to be however and my ability to hold it lasted for about ten minutes. Then the feeling was stronger and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I stopped for a short bit during the game and kind of gave a muffled grunt as I felt my muscles give in, and felt almost two days worth of poop fill my diaper.  Before I knew it, there was a strong odor coming from my diaper. And of course, my cousins noticed it. 

“What’s that smell? Darn it, Lisa, did you have another accident again?” John, the cousin my age asked his sister who was a little older than my sister, and a year younger than me, and apparently had been having some accidents in her pants from time to time lately. 

“No. I didn’t go poop.” Lisa said with a red face.

“Then who did?” He looked at me and I just kind of was there squatting down, not wanting to sit in my dirty diaper and smoosh it, so I just acted like I didn’t hear him, and I didn’t say a word as he continued to look at me and the stance I was in, with a now obvious diaper bulge around my crotch, and a smell that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but a dirty diaper. 

“Was it you Katie? Did you poop in your pants?” John asked with distain in his voice.

I knew I was busted and couldn’t get out of it.  My other cousins, the girls around my age, were both wearing leggings, and it was obvious that they hadn’t pooped their pants and didn’t have a diaper on underneath their leggings either.  I on the other hand was wearing toddler-style overalls that my mom had dressed me in earlier that morning, that also had snaps in the crotch and legs for easy diaper changes.  How they hadn’t noticed my poofy butt and crotch earlier was an amazing feat in itself, but now I was busted and there was no way out of it.  I got up and ran, or more like waddled with my now loaded diaper, to where my mom was playing cards with tears in my eyes. I shyly told her “I need my diaper changed.”

“Oh, excuse me, Katie needs her diaper changed. From what I smell, I think she pooped her diaper” My mom said nonchalantly.  As if changing a teenage girls diaper was just a normal everyday thing.

Everyone at the table, except my sister and father, who were playing cards had a puzzled look on their face as my mom patted my bottom to feel my loaded diaper and then held my hand and led me to the bathroom, with my diaper bag over her shoulder.

I heard them comment, “Katie wears diapers? Since when?” My dad began telling them the whole story. He explained how they had caught me with an opened pack of diapers in my room and they had busted me wearing diapers about 10 months earlier.  He told them how they had confronted me about my diaper wearing and after some discussion and my admitting that I enjoyed wearing diapers that they had decided to return me to diapers and treat me like a toddler 24/7.  My relatives had tons of questions of course, but my dad was patient and explained to them that I was no longer really potty trained and was now reliant on diapers.  That back at home I was dressed as a toddler, and I also slept in a crib and got changed on a changing table, and they brought a diaper bag with them whenever we went out in public.  I no longer wore panties like other girls my age, and they had in fact thrown away all my panties when I had decided to wear diapers.  And of course I didn’t use the toilet at all, and if I had to pee or poop I just did it in my diaper like a toddler would do.

In the bathroom, while my dad was explaining all of this to my relatives, my mom was changing my diaper, and getting me all clean after the big mess I had made in my diaper.  Finally after cleaning me thoroughly, she pulled out some footy pajamas and my paci and put the paci in my mouth as she slipped my legs into the pajamas.  I kind of let out a moan of frustration, and tried to object, but my mom gave me a quick pop on my diaper.

“Katie, you are a toddler, and around the house you wear these clothes, and now that everyone knows you are in diapers it shouldn’t make a difference.  Unless you want to wear just your diaper and t-shirt and paci when we go back out there.  Is that what you want baby girl?”  My mom paused as she waited for an answer.

I quickly shook my head no.  

“That’s what I thought.  Don’t worry, it’s no big deal.  Now everyone knows you’re a baby and wear diapers, so now you can enjoy yourself and not worry about people finding out about your diapers.”  She said as she zipped up my pajamas, rolled up my loaded diaper, which my Grandmother had said she could throw away in the regular trash now, helped me to my feet and then gave my diaper butt a pat before leading me out of the bathroom.

When my diaper was changed, my mom and I walked out of the bathroom, me in my toddler footy pajamas with my paci in my mouth, and my mom holding my diaper bag in one hand and my loaded stinky diaper in the other as she headed towards the trashcan. A few of my relatives looked at me strangely and when I went back to play with my cousins, John poked fun at me. 

“You baby. Can’t you use the toilet like everyone else?”  

“Shut up.” I said in a crying voice.  It made me sad when people, especially family laughed at me for wearing diapers.

“Oh, did I hurt the baby’s feelings. I’m sorry.” John said mockingly.

“Cut it out John. So she wears diapers. Katie, I don’t care if you wear diapers. Let’s play somewhere else.” Lisa, who was one year younger than me, said. I was glad she didn’t mind. Alyssa, my other girl cousin didn’t care either. We played games without John and he just watched TV for the rest of the day. 

My Aunts, Uncles, and Grandmother didn’t seem to care very much either and I overheard one of them saying something like, “Well, everyone’s different I guess. I’m sure it’s just a phase she’s going through.”

If this was a phase it was the happiest phase of my life, and I had no intention of ever giving up my diapers.

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wearing diapers at the cinema, and feeling so safe and little and knowing you won’t have to miss any of the movie, no matter what

wearing diapers on long car journeys and listening to your favourite stories on CD and never worrying about making it to the next rest-stop

falling asleep in the back of the car while you cuddle with someone and the rain falls against the windows, and your diaper is cosy and warm and you can wet while you drift off to sleep

wearing diapers while shopping and having someone whisper “do you need to go potty?” and you say “no thank you” and it’s OK because you can just wet your diaper while you hold their hand and no one has to know

wearing diapers on the train secret under your clothes, and never minding when you get stuck between stations because you can play on your phone and wet if you need to

wearing diapers in bed and waking up in the morning and wetting while you snuggle with your blanket and suck your thumb

so many good times to wear diapers~~

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I tried my best, but I couldn’t hold it any longer… >//<

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Potty training hadn’t been as successful as Maria had hoped. After managing to use the potty on her first day back in knickers, the second day had been more trouble.

Soon after breakfast, as she was playing with her dolls in the living room, Maria felt a warm bulge grow in her knickers. She knew instantly that she’d messed herself and quickly sat up to try and hide it, but knickers aren’t meant to hide a mess and it squeezed its way out of the leg bands. It didn’t take long for Maria’s mum to notice the smell and come over to her.

“Maria! You’ve made a complete mess. Why didn’t you ask to use the potty? And why did you just sit in it?”

“I’m sorry mummy. I had an accident and didn’t want you to find out because I like my knickers.”

“Maria, not telling me and making a mess of the floor is very naughty. After I’ve cleaned you up you’re going over my knee. And if there is one more messy accident you’ll be back in nappies.”

Ms. James ran her daughter a bath and bathed her gently. Maria was then led back to the living room still naked and put over her mum’s knee. The smacks rained down hard and fast, causing Maria to burst into tears almost straight away. After a good five minutes of having her backside turned bright red, Maria was let up and dressed in a fresh pair of white knickers, a pink t-shirt with Elsa on it and denim dungarees.

“Right, you stand in the corner and think about what you’ll do next time you need the potty. Once I’ve cleaned the floor we need to go shopping.”

Maria stood sobbing in the corner, her backside stinging. It didn’t take long for her mum to clean up the mess Maria had made, after which she took her daughter to the potty, stripped off her dungarees and sat her on the potty.

“We need to make sure you don’t have an accident while we’re out, so try to go now please.”

Maria sat with her knees close to her chest, squatted on the child’s potty, for a couple of minutes but nothing was coming so her mum stood her up, redressed her and they went out to the car.

After a year of being in nappies, Maria still felt self-conscious going out as her mum’s little girl. Walking round the supermarket she was made to either hold her mum’s hand or the trolley. Coupled with the childish clothes she felt like a real toddler.

It didn’t take long for Maria to feel a sudden pressure in her bladder. She was shocked she felt anything before wetting herself so quickly whispered excitedly to her mum. “Mummy, I need to pee.”

A couple walking past clearly heard what they teenage girl said and gave a slightly confused look.

“Oh, okay baby, let’s go find the customer toilets. Try and hold it.”

But it was no use. Maria hadn’t been holding her pee for a year now and they didn’t even make it to the end of the aisle before she started to soak her dungarees. A dark stain spread out from her crotch, running down her legs to the end of the shorts where some of her pee splashed noisily onto the tiled floor while the rest ran down her lower legs and into her shoes.

Maria started sobbing, embarrassed by the state she was in. She had got used to wetting and messing nappies while she was out with her mum but that was much less obvious than her soaked dungarees.

“Oh Maria, look at you. And I didn’t bring a change of clothes. We’re going to have to finish shopping quickly and we’ll get you cleaned up when we get home.”

Maria cried harder at the prospect of staying like that with so many people around. Her mum took her hand and lead her round the shop, stopping briefly to tell someone about Maria’s accident and the puddle that would need cleaning up. Maria kept her eyes on the floor as they paid and went to the car, here dungarees now cold and clinging to her thighs.

Maria was glad to finally get home and have her mum clean her up with baby wipes before putting her in a dry pair of knickers, leaving them uncovered to make going to the potty easier.

“One more accident, Maria, and you’ll be back in nappies. Now try to be a big girl.”

“I’ll try mummy.”

“Good girl. I’m at work tonight, so Ashley will be round soon to babysit. I’ve told her you’re potty training and she says she’s happy to help, so make sure you’re a good girl and use the potty.”

That evening Ashley turned up to babysit and after a quick explanation of Maria’s potty training and a warning that one more accident would have her back in nappies, Ms. James left for work.

“Right,” said Ashley, “what shall we do?”

“Cartoons!” Maria said excitedly.

“Okay little one,” Ashley said as she turned on the TV and found some cartoons.

Maria curled up on the sofa in just her Elsa t-shirt and cotton knickers, her head on Ashley’s lap and her thumb in her mouth. She loved watching cartoons with Ashley and felt completely relaxed. A little too relaxed, it turned out as the inevitable happened.

Maria shifted slightly on the sofa and her body pushed a solid load into her knickers. She didn’t even notice the big load pressed against her bum as she was too engrossed in her cartoon, but the smell quickly alerted Ashley.

“Maria, you’ve pooed your knickers,” Ashley said firmly. “Did you not notice? This means you’re going back into nappies baby.”

Maria looked up startled, her eyes welling at the news she would lose out on her big girl knickers.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and into a nappy.”

Maria sat up, squashing her mess across her buttocks before following Ashley upstairs to the bathroom. Ashley carefully cleaned up the girl with baby wipes before laying her down and putting her in a clean nappy.

“One day you might be big enough to get the hang of the potty, but for now it’s probably best to keep you in these nappies. And don’t worry, I’ll always be here to take care of you when mummy’s not around.”

With that Ashley kissed Maria’s forehead and lead her back down to the sofa.

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Moment of Truth

Kimmy didn't know what to do.

She had been looking forward to this moment for so long, and had worked so hard to get to this point. Months after agreeing to indulge in her boyfriend's fantasies, she thought she would be ready to take this step, to finally become a little more like the big girl she once was. She had taken such a long journey to overcome all the diaper training and all the hypnosis, to break all the habits she had formed in her new little life. She had gone through so many missteps and so many accidents along the way, left so many pairs of pullups wet or worse, to earn this privilege of sitting on the potty once again. And yet there she sat, her new big girl panties plopped at her ankles, and she had no idea what to do next.

At first, she chalked it up to nerves. So Daddy gave her Lamby, her favorite stuffed toy, for comfort. When that wasn't enough, she asked for her paci, and he gave her that, too. The suckle was soothing, and Lamby was as soft as always, but still she didn't feel right. The hard plastic of the training potty was cold, strange, and unwelcoming.

She thought back to warmer times, and to one burst of warmth in particular. It was the first time Kimmy had wet her diapers without warning, and she could remember vividly her shock as she recognized that familiar feeling between her legs. She remembered the burst of warmth in her face as her cheeks flushed bright red, and the man she'd just gotten used to calling Daddy recognized what she had done. And she remembered the burst of warmth in her chest that came as he wrapped his arms around her and patted her sogging bottom, telling her how proud of her he was, reminding her that Daddy would take care of her, no matter how small and helpless she became.

"Y'alright there, kiddo?"

Her daddy's words snapped her out of her trance. Looking around as she came to, Kimmy couldn't figure out how long she had been sitting there on her potty, but it was clear to her that it had been a while. Strangely, the bowl remained empty, and the urge she was sure she had earlier seemed to have passed. Kimmy frowned slightly and shook her head, and Daddy helped her stand and pull up her panties, reassuring her that she would get a chance to try again soon.

Kimmy only made it a few steps away, though, when a familiar trickle started in her pink-laced white panties. That trickle quickly became an uncontrollable flood, as the little girl's legs crossed in desperation and shame, and her cheeks blushed bright red once again.

Her body, it seemed, had realized what her mind could not: that Kimmy still needed her diapers, that she still very much needed her daddy, and that she certainly wasn't ready to be a big girl just yet.

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Thinking about your post yesterday about wanting to put back in panties only to fail your potty training yet again. I love that you want to be reminded what a baby you are, but I can’t help but think how much cuter it would be if you had a messy accident.

That’s the real sign of a little baby. You can feel the need building, fully aware that you should go to the potty. But you still tell daddy you don’t have to go before leaving the house.

But then it hits the point of no return. You’re standing next to daddy while he pays for your new dress at the store and you freeze as your body decides it’s had enough and starts to push for you.

It doesn’t take long for daddy to notice the far away look in your eyes, or smell the stinky mess you’re making in your panties. But we both know it’s too late, so he stands there until you’re finished. Then he pats your mushy bottom to confirm what’s already so obvious. “Baby, did you go poopy in your pants again?”

There’s nothing to do but nod and follow daddy when he takes your hand and leads back to the car. It’s a long car ride sitting in your mess, but soon you’ll be back where you belong, in your diapers.

And after this accident, it’ll be for a long long time.

I've been edging to this ask like all day >.< I love this idea so so so much!!! ... plus its not that rare that i do have actual messy accidents in my panties... had one like 2 days ago... And i thought i was holding it so good too... so like i totally wouldve said i didnt need to go potty before doing something... Also also the idea of having someone just ask me directly if i went in my pants again like i'm a little toddler just makes me all blushy and subby an needy... would definitely just nod and take their hand and follow them all the way to the car... and gosh the idea of a car ride home all ashamed at my accident and not getting a change cause of course i didnt need diapers that day i was a big girl!!! Just gosh i can imagine perfectly how embarrassed and ashamed i would feel in the back seat... Wouldn't even fight getting put back in diapies... i definitely deserve them and wont be trying to be big again any time soon... that just leads to disaster <3

[mimimimse]

You know what’s really cute?

Training Potties~

🍼 Littles taking a few minutes to do their business while on their potty, because they’re so used to using their diapers that they’re shy about going anywhere else. So they need some encouragement, maybe some belly rubs/presses to get them to go~.

🍼 Tiny grunts and whines when they push themselves, puffing out their cheeks and buckling their knees together. ..Mostly a messing thing but still cute!

🍼 Littles being so desperate when they run to the potty that they can’t just pull their pants/diaper/what have you right away, they’re still standing with buckled knees, holding hands against their crotch and hopping from foot to foot. One wrong move and they’ll have an accident!

🍼 Running to the potty and forgetting to take their clothes off–gotta go so badly that they just sit right down and go!! …But then blush as soon as they realize there’s no pitter-pattering of liquid hitting plastic, and their nethers feel a lot warmer~.

🍼 “ I gotta go potty!! ”, “ I hav'ta potty!! ”, “ I need the potty right now!! ”, “ Ohhh, I’m gonna potty in my pants-..!! ”, “ Take me to the potty..! ” Desperate, whiny and fussy statements ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

🍼 “ Ii, I really need to potty… ”, “ Um.. I need the potty..! ”, “ Will y-you take me to the p-potty, please…? ”, “ Uu-uh-oh, I think I need the potty!! ”, “ Uuuuh, I hav'ta gooo…! ” Quiet Littles who need to go, but are shy about asking/telling~

🍼 “ I didn’t make it to the potty…. ”, “ I, I need a change… I missed the potty ”, “ I was too busy playing to go potty.. ”, “ I had a potty accident… ” Accident phrases~

🍼 Potty Charts Potty Charts Potty Charts!!! ♡♡♡

🍼 “ Baby, do you need to potty? ”, “ Let’s try using the potty. ”, “ Can you go potty like a big boy/girl/kid? ”, “ No, no. You can’t use the adult potty. You’re too Little for that~. ”, “ Do you need Mommy’s/Daddy’s/Caretaker’s help to use the potty? ”, “ Uh-oh, does somebody need the potty? ”, “ Uh-oh, did someone forget to use the potty? ”

🍼 “ We can’t use the potty right now, you have to hold it. ”, “ We’re almost home, you can hold it baby! ”, “ Shhh, if you really need to go that bad, use your diaper. Mommy/Daddy/Caretaker won’t be mad~. You did your best. ”

🍼 “ Good boy/girl/baby!! You used the potty~! ”, “ Who’s making piddles and/or pushies in the potty like a good boy/girl/baby? ”, “ Looks like someone’s getting stickers on their Potty Chart~! ”

Training Potties!!!!! ♡