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[regressionschool]

Lukas was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, when the soft ping of a notification caught his attention. A sly grin spread across his face as he saw Anna's name pop up. She had sent him a picture. Curious, he opened the message, and his smirk deepened.

The image was a perfectly framed shot of Dana from behind, her diaper unmistakably swollen and sagging. The pastel pink design, now tinged with a darker hue, left no doubt about its well-used state. The caption read:

"Someone needs their diapers changed 🤭"

In the background of the photo, Dana was seated awkwardly on the floor in the playroom, trying to focus on the oversized puzzle pieces in front of her. The slight pout on her face and the telltale redness in her cheeks made it clear she knew Anna was taking the picture.

Lukas chuckled, typing back: "You’re such a tease, babe. I bet she’s squirming, isn’t she?"

Anna's reply came almost instantly: "Oh, you have no idea. She’s been waddling around for the past hour, pretending she doesn’t need a change. I even caught her sitting down extra hard to squish it on purpose. I think she secretly loves it when I call her out 😏."

Lukas set his phone down, amused, as Anna’s teasing texts continued to roll in:

"Should I make her ask for a change? Or maybe let her sit in it a little longer while I remind her what a big baby she is?"

Meanwhile, in the playroom, Dana shifted uncomfortably. She could hear Anna giggling from the doorway, phone in hand, and she knew without a doubt she was being talked about. Her cheeks burned hotter as she fumbled with the puzzle pieces, pretending she didn’t notice. But deep down, her heart raced with a mix of embarrassment and something else she couldn’t quite admit.

Anna finally strolled into the room, her phone still in hand. “Dana,” she cooed, drawing out the name in a singsong voice, “do you have something you want to tell me?”

Dana’s hands froze mid-puzzle, her gaze fixed firmly on the colorful pieces in front of her. “N-No…” she mumbled, not daring to meet Anna’s eyes.

“Oh, really?” Anna teased, stepping closer and crouching down beside her. “Because from the looks of this—” She tapped the back of Dana’s diaper with her manicured nail, eliciting a faint squish. “—someone is long overdue for a diaper change.”

Dana bit her lip, her face turning crimson. “I…I don’t need one,” she muttered weakly, even as she shifted slightly, the unmistakable crinkle of her diaper betraying her.

Anna leaned in, her voice dripping with mock concern. “Oh, sweetie, lying isn’t very nice. Should I send another picture to Lukas? Maybe one of you squatting down earlier? I bet he’d love to see just how much of a baby you’ve been today.”

Dana’s eyes widened, and she finally looked up, her voice a desperate whisper. “No! Please, don’t…”

Anna grinned triumphantly. “Then what do you say, little Dana?” she pressed, crossing her arms.

Dana hesitated for a moment, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, before finally mumbling, “I need my diaper changed…”

Anna cupped a hand to her ear dramatically. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Dana swallowed hard, her voice louder this time, though no less shaky. “I need my diaper changed… please.”

“There’s my good girl!” Anna cooed, ruffling Dana’s hair. “Now, let’s get you all cleaned up before Lukas gets home. We wouldn’t want him to see his precious little baby in such a soggy state, would we?”

As Anna led her by the hand toward the changing mat, Dana couldn’t help the tiny smile that tugged at the corners of her lips, despite the lingering blush on her cheeks.

Anna, ever observant, caught it and smirked to herself. “You’re such a little stinker,” she murmured, half to herself, as she set to work. “And you love every second of this, don’t you?”

Dana didn’t answer, but her silence spoke volumes.

Someone needs their diapers changed 🤭

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This adorable cutie is bakc at @xmtposts

6 months

 Daddy walked into the nursery, a warm smile playing on his lips. In the center of the room sat his little boy, pouting and squirming on the floor in his playpen, his diaper bulging noticeably.

“Aw, what’s the matter, little guy?” Daddy cooed, leaning over the playpen. “Why the long face?”

The little boy looked up, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. “It’s been half a year, Daddy,” he whined, his voice tinged with frustration. “I’m tired of being locked up like this. It’s not fair!”

Daddy chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Oh, sweetie, you know better than to complain about your special treatment. You’re Daddy’s little boy, and little boys get locked up.”

“But Daddy,” the little boy started, his voice rising slightly, “it’s so hard! I feel so...so...”

“Helpless? Pathetic?” Daddy finished for him, his tone dripping with teasing amusement. “Is that what you feel, little one? Completely dependent on Daddy for everything?” The little boy nodded, his eyes filling with a mix of frustration and embarrassment.

“That’s the whole point, sweety,” Daddy said, reaching into the playpen to ruffle the boy’s hair. “You’re not supposed to think about those adult things. You’ve been locked up in your diapers for half a year because Daddy knows what’s best for you. Little boys like you need to focus on being cute and obedient, not on silly things like cummies.”

The boy squirmed more, his frustration evident. “But Daddy, it’s not fair! I miss feeling...you know...grown-up.” Daddy’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, I know exactly what you’re missing, sweetheart. But being a grown-up isn’t in the cards for you anymore, is it? Not when you’re in thick, crinkly diapers 24/7, unable to keep them dry or clean for more than a few moments. The little boy’s protests died in his throat, replaced by a soft, defeated whimper.

“That’s what I thought,” Daddy said with a satisfied smile. “Now, how about we get you into a fresh diaper?” Daddy laid his little boy down on the changing table, the thick, crinkly diaper ready beside him. He began to untape the soggy diaper, cooing softly. “Alright, little one, I have a special offer for you,” Daddy said, his tone dripping with amusement.

The little boy looked up, curious and hopeful. “W-What is it, Daddy?”

Daddy smirked, holding up a small, smooth suppository. “I’ll unlock your little peepee, but only if you ask nicely for this. Can you do that, sweetie?”

The boy's eyes widened, a mix of embarrassment and desperation flashing across his face. He squirmed, his cheeks burning. "Please, Daddy," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Please give me a suppository.“ Daddy's grin widened as he reached for the suppository. "Good boy," he said, his tone dripping with amusement. "Now, let's get you all fixed up.“ A few minutes later, the little boy was back on the floor, the suppository already working its magic. He began to hump the shark, the thick diaper pressing against him with each pathetic thrust.

As he continued, the little boy felt his tummy rumble, and he let out a small whimper. The suppository was doing its job, and soon enough, he messed his diaper. but it didn't stop his desperate humping. He clung to the shark, grinding against it, his movements becoming more frantic. Daddy watched from the side, arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips. "Look at you, such a messy little boy," he teased. "Can't even control yourself for a moment, can you?"

The little boy didn't respond, too lost in his need. After a few more seconds of frantic humping, he climaxed, his body shuddering with the release. He collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily, his messy diaper squishing beneath him. Daddy chuckled softly. "Well, that was quick. Such a pathetic little boy, aren't you?“ Daddy stepped closer, ruffling the boy’s hair. “Now, you get to have fun in your poopy pampers for the rest of the day. Enjoy yourself, sweetheart.”

photo credit and thanky you for this idea :) @justalittletotheleft

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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.

[regressionschool]

Short Scene: a high like nothing else

The moment he closed the door behind him, the weight of the day hit like a tidal wave. Deadlines, meetings, and constant demands swirled in his mind, leaving his shoulders heavy and his head aching. He set his bag down by the door with a dull thud and exhaled deeply, letting the stale air of his stressful day leave his lungs. His heart craved one thing: relief, escape—something that would take the pressure off his adult mind.

He padded to the bedroom, his socks muffling his steps against the hardwood floor. The familiar stash hidden in the bottom drawer of his dresser called to him like a secret haven. Sliding it open, he revealed the soft, thick diapers folded neatly within, their white padding pristine, promising comfort. The faint crinkle they made as he picked one up immediately began to soothe his frayed nerves.

Holding it in his hands, he marveled at the softness of the padding beneath his fingers. The material was smooth but textured just enough to be inviting. He pressed it against his cheek for a brief second, inhaling its clean, powdery scent. It smelled of calm, of comfort, of a place where expectations didn’t exist.

Gently, he laid the diaper flat on the bed, its crinkle growing louder as he smoothed out the wings. The sound sent a shiver up his spine, anticipation building in his chest. He took a step back and began to undress, peeling away the layers of adulthood. His shirt and pants hit the floor without ceremony, leaving him bare and vulnerable, but also ready to shed the burdens of the day.

Before lying down, he grabbed the bottle of baby powder from the nightstand. He loved this part—the scent, the feeling, the ritual. It felt grounding, a deliberate step into a simpler mindset. As he shook the powder over his skin, a puff of soft white dust floated into the air, the sweet, talcum-like fragrance instantly relaxing him. He rubbed it in slowly, savoring the silky feel against his skin. It left a smooth, dry barrier that he knew would soon blend with the warm softness of the diaper.

Finally, he positioned himself over the waiting padding, lowering himself down with a sigh that escaped unbidden. The moment his skin met the thick, plush material, a wave of comfort washed over him. It was like sinking into a cloud, the padding cushioning him in all the right places. The crinkling sound seemed louder now, wrapping around him like an auditory hug, sealing him away from the harshness of the world outside.

He brought the front panel up, the padding enveloping him fully now, and smoothed it over his stomach. It was thick, snug, and utterly secure. The tapes came next, their satisfying “stick” as he pressed them into place adding to the tactile pleasure of the process. He gave the waistband a gentle tug to make sure everything was perfectly snug. The diaper hugged him closely, its soft bulk creating a sense of safety he hadn’t felt all day.

Reaching over to the nightstand again, he grabbed his pacifier. The rubber nipple was familiar against his lips as he popped it into his mouth, the gentle resistance as he began to suck grounding him further in the moment. The rhythmic motion helped his thoughts quiet, his breathing slow. The world outside blurred, leaving only the comforting sensations of the diaper and the pacifier to anchor him.

As he lay back against the pillows, he closed his eyes and let himself drift. The soft crinkle of the diaper shifted slightly as he moved, a gentle reminder of its presence. Then, the moment he had been holding off came naturally—a warm flood spread through him, the heat quickly absorbed by the waiting padding. His breath hitched as he felt it, the expanding bulk pressing softly against his skin, growing warmer, heavier. The sound of the diaper swelling with its quiet, muffled rustle only heightened the sensation.

He exhaled shakily, his entire body tingling as the warmth spread. The wetness vanished almost as quickly as it came, whisked away into the absorbent core. It felt like magic—his body was letting go, and the diaper was there to take care of everything. A sense of euphoria bubbled up, his mind floating higher with every second. The gentle bulk between his legs, now softer and fuller, was impossibly comforting. He shifted slightly, feeling the soaked padding squish faintly beneath him. It sent a small shiver of pleasure down his spine, grounding him further in this special state.

He sucked on the pacifier rhythmically, his adult thoughts dissolving one by one. The responsibilities, the deadlines, the noise of the world—all of it faded into the background. All that remained was the crinkle, the warmth, the soft embrace of his diaper. The safety. The simplicity. It wasn’t just comfort he felt; it was pure bliss, a high like nothing else. He was weightless, his body secure, his mind finally free.

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circle

Lilly stood in front of her mirror, twisting her hips slightly as she admired the soft pastel design of her pull-up in the reflection. She grinned, her short, ruffled t-shirt barely brushing the waistband, leaving the pull-up fully visible. “Six whole days dry!” she thought proudly, snapping a photo with her phone.

She glanced over her shoulder at the background in the photo—the neatly stacked rows of diapers on the shelves behind her caught her eye. A pout briefly flickered on her lips. "Not for long," she whispered determinedly before sending the photo to Mommy with the caption: Look! Still dry, Mommy! Six days in a row! Can we get rid of the diapers now?

It didn’t take long for Mommy to reply. Lilly’s phone buzzed with a picture of Mommy’s amused smile and a message: Good job, sweetheart! But let’s not be too hasty. Those diapers might still come in handy! You’re not in that big of a rush to grow up, are you? 😉

Lilly puffed out her cheeks as she read the reply, her face flushing pink. She quickly typed back, Mooommy, I don’t need them anymore! I’m a big girl now!

Her phone buzzed again. Big girls don’t pout, Lilly-bug. Why don’t we wait a few more days, just to be safe? I’m so proud of you, though!

Lilly let out a huff but couldn’t help the small smile creeping across her lips. Mommy’s teasing didn’t erase her pride. She posed in front of the mirror again, this time sticking her tongue out playfully. “A few more days,” she muttered to herself. “But then they’re gone for good!”

She snapped another photo—this time with her tongue out—and sent it to Mommy. Mommy's reply made her giggle: Big girls are so silly!

Lilly sat on the soft nursery rug, her legs splayed out in front of her as she banged two colorful blocks together. She was entirely absorbed in the clatter they made, her cheeks glowing pink from exertion, a faint pout on her lips as she concentrated. She barely noticed the slight crinkle and sag of her diaper beneath her onesie, though the growing warmth spreading through it was impossible to ignore. Her brow furrowed briefly as her body took over, the back of her diaper expanding as she unconsciously filled it without a second thought.

From the rocking chair nearby, Mommy watched with a knowing smile, resting her chin in her hand. “Well, well,” she teased, her tone light but dripping with amusement. “What’s this, baby girl? Did someone just make a big mess in her diapee?”

Lilly looked up at her mommy, wide-eyed and confused, the blocks slipping from her hands. She gurgled softly, as though trying to respond, but her thumb quickly found its way into her mouth instead. Her lips moved around it as she babbled something incoherent, completely unfazed by the state of her now sagging diaper.

Mommy chuckled, shaking her head. “Just five days ago, you were my proud, big girl. You sent me pictures of your dry pull-ups, remember?” She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with playful teasing. “You even said you didn’t need those diapers anymore. But look at you now.” Lilly only blinked at her, tilting her head slightly. The words seemed to wash over her without meaning, her little mind too fuzzy to grasp the irony. Her attention quickly shifted back to the colorful blocks at her feet, a giggle bubbling up as she clumsily grabbed one.

Mommy smirked, her tone softening as she cooed, “This happens every time, doesn’t it, sweet pea? You grow up so fast, get so close to being a big girl… and then, poof! Back to square one. My silly, unpotty-trained baby girl, just where you belong.”

Lilly gave a delighted squeal, her legs kicking out in excitement at the sound of Mommy’s voice, blissfully unaware of the teasing as Mommy stood to gather changing supplies. Mommy gently patted her diapered bottom, shaking her head with a warm smile. “Don’t you worry, baby. Mommy knows you’ll try again someday… but for now, let’s get that stinky bum cleaned up.”

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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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packing

Apple sat cross-legged on the nursery floor, her backpack open in front of her. It was pink with glittery stars, and a plush bunny face stitched onto the front pocket. Her little tongue peeked out in concentration as she carefully packed her school supplies: crayons, a coloring book, a sippy cup, and—her favorite—a sparkly sticker collection.

“Gotta make sure I gots ‘nuff diapies!” she chirped, leaning over to grab a few fluffy, pastel-colored diapers from the stack near her changing table. They crinkled softly in her hands as she began stuffing them into the already-full bag.

Before she could zip it up, Daddy walked in. He was dressed in his work clothes but paused when he saw his little scholar so busy with her preparations. “What’s my princess up to now?” he asked, crouching down to her level with a knowing smile.

“I’m packin’ for ‘gression school, Daddy!” she declared proudly, holding up the bulging bag for him to see. “Gotta be ready for alllll day!”

Daddy reached over, gently unzipping the bag and peeking inside. His eyebrows raised when he spotted the extra diapers squeezed alongside her toys. “Oh, sweetie pie, you don’t need to bring these. Regression school has plenty of diapers for my little princess.”

Apple blinked up at him, her wide eyes sparkling with innocence. “But what if they runs out, Daddy? Or what if I needs extra ‘cause I been real busy playin’?”

Daddy chuckled, ruffling her hair. “They won’t run out, pumpkin. They know how much my baby needs her diapers, and they’re all set. Let’s save room for your bunny, hmm?”

Apple giggled as Daddy tucked her favorite plushie into the bag instead. “Okay, Daddy! Bunny’s comin’ too!” She zipped it up with both hands, bouncing in excitement. “I’m ready now!”

Daddy chuckled as he crouched down, noticing Apple’s proud little stance, her backpack slung over her shoulders and her hands on her hips. “Almost ready, my little scholar,” he said with a grin. “But we still need to cover up those boobies for school, remember?”

Apple’s lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, and she stomped her foot softly, her diaper crinkling loudly in response. “But Daddy! If I wear a shirt, they won’t see my nappy bum!” she protested, wiggling her padded bottom as if to emphasize her point.

Daddy raised an eyebrow but kept his tone playful. “Sweetheart, trust me, everyone’s going to see your adorable nappy bum. A t-shirt won’t cover it—it’s far too big and fluffy for that.” He reached into her dresser and pulled out a pale pink shirt with a cartoon bunny on the front. “This one’s perfect. It’s short enough to show off your puff, but still keeps my little princess decent.”

Apple hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her backpack. “They’ll still see it?” she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty. Daddy nodded firmly. “Oh, they’ll definitely see it. You’ll be the most adorable little at regression school.”

That was all the reassurance she needed. Apple beamed as Daddy slipped the shirt over her head, the hem stopping just above her waist, leaving her thick diaper fully visible. She spun around on her tiptoes, letting the crinkles echo through the room. “See? Now I’m ready!” she chirped, clearly satisfied.

Daddy laughed, scooping her up for a quick hug. “You’re perfect, baby girl. Let’s get going before you wear yourself out from all this excitement!” As Daddy buckled her into her car seat, Apple wiggled happily. “Everybody’s gonna see my nappy, Daddy!

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Crinkles in the Revolution

The bar buzzed with chaotic energy, its mismatched furniture and neon glow a haven for those who refused to conform. Ella’s so-called “friends” gathered around a sticky table, their laughter high-pitched and giddy. Most of them had succumbed to the regression laws—mentally, physically, or both. But they didn’t care. In their minds, they were the last bastion of rebellion.

“Ella! You’re such a *big girl*! You don’t even need anyone to check you!” giggled Penny, her pigtails bouncing as she clumsily sipped a drink from a sippy cup. A faint, telltale sag peeked beneath the hem of her pastel skirt, but no one mentioned it. It was just the norm now.

Steph clapped her hands, though her coordination was off. Her oversized hoodie hung loosely over her padded form, the occasional crinkle betraying her movements. “You’re like, the coolest,” she slurred, her words slightly muddled as she fumbled with a pacifier dangling from a clip on her collar. “Teach us how to be, like… grown-up like you!”

Ella smiled, soaking up their adoration even as a pang of guilt twisted in her stomach. She raised her glass—a real glass—and toasted, her voice steady. “To staying free!”

The table erupted into cheers, clapping and banging their cups on the table. Ella grinned and leaned back, though the sticky chair made her wince. Penny gave her a dreamy look. “You’re so lucky, Ella. You’re not like us. You’re still, like… *normal*. You’re, like, a real grown-up.”

Ella’s smile tightened, but she played her role. “Well, someone has to set an example, right?”

Another wave of cheers erupted. Ella, ever the performer, pushed back her chair and stood, smoothing her jacket over her skirt. “Speaking of setting an example,” she announced with mock confidence, “I’m going to use the bathroom. *Like a big girl.*”

The table gasped in amazement. Penny even dropped her sippy cup. “You’re so brave!”

“Big girl! Big girl!” Steph chanted, and the others quickly joined in.

Ella gave a theatrical bow, though her cheeks burned hot. “Be right back,” she said, striding toward the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, the muffled noise of the bar faded, replaced by the hum of fluorescent lights. Ella leaned against the stall door, letting out a shaky breath. Her heart raced—not from the thrill of her act, but from the fear that someone might discover the truth. She tugged nervously at the hem of her jacket, feeling the unmistakable bulk of her soggy diaper beneath her skirt. The once-soft padding was heavy and swollen, pressing against her thighs.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Ella stiffened. Her heart jumped until she saw the figure stepping inside.

Dave. His leather jacket glinted faintly in the pink neon light, his sharp eyes scanning the room before locking on hers. A smirk tugged at his lips as he approached, his boots echoing on the tile floor.

“You’ve got fans now,” he teased, his voice low enough to keep their conversation private. “Rebel queen Ella. How’s the ‘big girl’ act holding up?”

Ella gave him a tired smirk, letting her shoulders drop. “Daddy, they’re not suspicious,” she muttered, the term of endearment slipping naturally between them.

Dave stepped closer, tilting his head toward the stall. “Let’s take care of that little problem of yours before anyone else catches on.”

Ella bit her lip, letting out a small, embarrassed whimper as he guided her into the stall. The door clicked shut behind them, enclosing them in their private world. Her cheeks flushed as Dave crouched down, pulling a small bag from under his jacket. His movements were calm, steady, practiced.

“Up,” he ordered softly, and Ella obediently lifted her skirt. The swollen diaper crinkled audibly, its once-white surface tinged yellow and sagging heavily between her thighs. Dave raised an eyebrow, smirking as he surveyed the damage. “You’ve been busy.”

“It’s your fault,” she pouted, crossing her arms as she glanced away. “You made me drink all that water earlier.”

Dave chuckled, shaking his head as he peeled open the diaper tabs. The sound echoed softly in the cramped space, blending with Ella’s quiet breathing. He worked quickly, cleaning her up with a warm, damp cloth before sliding a fresh diaper under her. The crisp, powdery scent filled the air as he dusted her with a light puff of powder, sealing her snugly into the new padding.

“Much better,” he said, standing and adjusting her skirt. His hand lingered briefly on her cheek. “You’re ready to get back out there.”

Ella hesitated, looking up at him. “Do you think they suspect anything? About us?”

Dave’s expression softened, and he cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb lightly against her skin. “Not a chance,” he reassured her. “To them, you’re the face of rebellion. They think you’re standing up to the government by refusing to regress.”

She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Okay. We just need a little more time. I’ll keep them distracted.”

Dave kissed her forehead, his voice dropping to a whisper. “That’s my girl. Now go remind them why they believe in you.”

Ella straightened her jacket and smoothed her skirt. With one final crinkle, she pushed the stall door open and strode back into the bar. Her friends erupted into cheers the moment they saw her, crowding around her with adoration.

And in the shadows, Dave lingered, his expression unreadable as he watched her seamlessly fall back into the role she played so well.

[regressionschool]

How did you and your wife go about unpotty training? I’m currently trying to unpotty train and have yet to be able to go sitting down or laying down. But if I see the potty I will immediately go in my diaper or if I’m being naughty and wearing panties will end up with wet panties.

Of course! My wife’s journey didn’t really involve “unpotty training” in the traditional sense because she’s always been such a naturally good girl about using her diaper. From the very beginning, once she started wearing 24/7, she embraced it wholeheartedly. There was never any resistance or hesitation—she just seemed to understand that her diaper was where she belonged.

We talked a lot before she started wearing full-time, and when we made the switch, it was like something clicked for her. She loved the cozy, soft feeling of her diapers and how they crinkled softly as she moved. It didn’t take long before they became her only option—there was nowhere else to go but her diaper, and she didn’t seem to want anything else anyway.

In fact, she made it easy for both of us by using her diaper voluntarily right from the start. Whether it was wet or messy, she handled it like a champ. Over time, it just became second nature for her. We never even needed to talk about untraining; it wasn’t necessary. She adjusted so naturally.

And honestly, I couldn’t be prouder of her for that. Now, her diapers are just part of who she is—comfy, safe, and reliable. Watching her settle into that role so effortlessly has been such a joy. She’s my perfect little girl, and she knows it.

It sounds like you’re making incredible progress already! The fact that you’re regularly going in your diaper when you see the potty or even having wet panties shows that your body and mind are starting to adjust to letting go. That’s such a wonderful sign that you’re on the right path—well done!

First of all, be proud of yourself for how far you’ve come. Focusing on sitting or lying down to go can take a bit of practice, but the key is patience and relaxation. When you’re in those positions, take deep breaths and remind yourself that your diaper is there for exactly this reason. If you feel a little hesitant, try distracting yourself with a book, show, or even some soft music while you sit or lie down. Sometimes, not overthinking it helps things happen naturally.

As for the wet panties—well, let’s be honest, that’s a clear sign your body is already realizing it doesn’t need to hold back. It’s like your mind is saying, “Why bother?” And really, why would you? Diapers are there to catch everything and keep you snug and secure. Wet panties just mean it’s time to embrace the comfort and protection of thick, crinkly diapers full-time. You’ve already proven that you’re ready for them.

You’re doing such a great job, and I know with time and consistency, you’ll find yourself going more naturally in any position. Keep it up—you’ve got this!

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Milkies

The nursery is warm and quiet, the soft glow of the nightlight casting gentle shadows over the pastel-colored walls. You sit cross-legged on the plush rug, your pleated skirt spread neatly around you, and your pull-up crinkling faintly as you adjust your position. In your lap lies the baby bottle, filled with the faintly sweet, faintly strange-smelling milk that Daddy insists your little sister drinks every day. Your eyes flicker to her, lying on her back on the changing mat, her thumb lazily in her mouth. Her bib, adorned with cartoon animals, rests snugly around her neck, and her thick, crinkly diaper is on full display. She kicks her legs idly, the bulk forcing them apart, as she babbles nonsense words to the stuffed bunny tucked beside her.

“Alright, baby girl,” you say softly, lifting the bottle and shaking it a little to mix the milk. The sound makes her eyes light up, and she reaches out with clumsy hands, her grin wide and toothy. “Hold your horses,” you tease, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead. “Big sis will take care of you.”

Sliding closer, you guide the bottle to her lips, tilting it just enough to let the milk flow. She latches on eagerly, her lips making soft sucking noises as her hands paw at the bottle. You watch her, your expression softening despite yourself. “There’s a good baby,” you murmur, one hand resting lightly on her tummy, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing.

As she drinks, you glance down at the bottle, the faint memories of that one time you sipped the same milk flashing in your mind. The taste had been deceptively sweet, like honey mixed with cream. But what followed…

Your pull-up crinkles as you shift, the ghost of that day still vivid. Three accidents. Messy ones. No control, no warning, just helplessly filling your pull-ups one after the other. You shake your head, focusing back on your sister. She doesn’t know. Doesn’t even seem to care what the milk does to her. Her eyes are half-closed now, content, a little dribble running down her chin and onto her bib. You wipe it away with the corner of a cloth, smiling despite the knot in your stomach.

“Daddy’s special milk,” you whisper, mostly to yourself. “Keeps you just the way he likes you.”

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The soft sound of crinkling accompanied by Nora’s unmistakable giggle floated through the house. Daddy stood in the kitchen, finishing up his coffee, when he heard her padding into the living room. Her diapered bottom always made a faint swishing noise when she walked, the bulk causing her to waddle just slightly. He turned, mug in hand, to find her standing in the doorway, practically bouncing with excitement.

“Daddy!” she chirped, her cheeks rosy and her eyes sparkling. She wore a cropped shirt that barely reached the top of her diaper, which had clearly seen better days. The once-pristine white padding had taken on a yellowish tint, sagging visibly between her thighs.

“Look at you,” he said, smiling warmly as he set his mug down on the counter. “Having fun, princess?”

Nora nodded enthusiastically, twisting her hips a little, as if showing off her soggy state. “Uh-huh! I’ve been drinking so much juice like you told me to, and guess what?”

“What, baby girl?” he asked, crossing the room to her, his gaze flicking briefly to the droopy, swollen diaper that seemed ready to give up at any moment.

“I didn’t even notice until just now that I was wet!” she exclaimed, beaming with pride, as though this was the accomplishment of the century. “I was playing with my blocks, and then I stood up and felt all squishy!”

Daddy’s heart swelled at her unbridled joy. Watching her embrace her regression so fully, her excitement over something so simple and innocent, filled him with a deep, satisfying sense of purpose. His little princess wasn’t just playing pretend anymore—she was truly his baby in every way. The days when she used to squirm or blush at the idea of needing her diapers were long gone. Now, she seemed to thrive on his attention and the safety that came with knowing he was in charge of everything.

“Well,” he said, crouching slightly to examine her soggy state more closely. He pressed two fingers gently against the front of her diaper, causing her to squeak and squirm with a giggle. “You’re soaked, princess. I’d say you’ve earned a gold star for this one.”

Nora’s face lit up. “Really? Do I get a sticker?”

Daddy chuckled, shaking his head. “Not yet, sweetheart. First, we need to talk about something.” He straightened up, crossing his arms. “You’re getting so used to your diapers now, aren’t you? Can’t even tell when you’ve gone.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she nodded shyly, her thumbs twiddling together. “Uh-huh. But you like that, don’t you, Daddy?”

“Of course I do,” he said, reaching out to cup her cheek. “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. No more big girl worries, no more potty trips. Just my happy, soggy princess, right?”

She giggled again, leaning into his touch. “Right!” Then, she hesitated, her lips pursing as though she were considering something. “Daddy, can I ask you something?”

“Always, princess,” he replied, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

“Well…” She shifted her weight, and the movement made her diaper sag even more. “I wanna show my friends how happy I am in my diapers. Can I post a picture of me like this? Please? I’ll be really cute, I promise!”

Daddy blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her request, though he shouldn’t have been. Her enthusiasm for sharing her little space was no secret, and he knew she loved showing off for those who understood their dynamic.

“Hmm,” he said, pretending to think it over as she clasped her hands together and gave him her best puppy-dog eyes. “You’re asking for permission to flaunt how soggy you are?”

“Uh-huh!” she said, practically bouncing on her toes now. “It makes me so happy, and I know it’ll make you happy, too!”

Daddy’s lips curled into a slow, approving smile. “Alright, princess. You can show off. But make sure everyone knows that your Daddy’s the one who put you in those Pampers—and that you’ll be staying in them for a long, long time.”

Her face lit up with pure delight. “Thank you, Daddy!” she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly.

As he hugged her back, feeling the faint squish of her soggy padding against his hip, he couldn’t help but reflect on how far they’d come. His little girl, once so hesitant, was now utterly content to depend on him, her excitement over her diapers only solidifying his resolve to keep her just like this.

“You’re my perfect princess, you know that?” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

“And you’re the best Daddy!” she replied, already skipping off to grab her phone, leaving a trail of crinkles and giggles in her wake.

Daddy gave me permission to show off my wet diaper online! He said I pissed so much that I have to remain in diapers for the foreseeable future whatever that means. All I know is it amuses him so it makes me happy!

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Mommy's Workout

The nursery smelled faintly of powder and lavender, soft sunlight streaming through the pale curtains. On the padded changing table, James squirmed, his cheeks a bright red as he tried to cover his bare waist with his hands.

“Mommy, I don’t need a diaper!” he huffed, his voice cracking slightly as she hummed above him. Her tone was infuriatingly calm, as though he hadn’t spoken at all. “Uh-huh,” she said, pulling a fluffy white diaper from the stack on the nearby shelf. The crinkle of the plastic backing made him flinch. “And who was it yesterday that ‘didn’t need a diaper’ but ended up needing two changes before lunchtime?”

“That was different!” he whined, sitting up halfway before her firm hand gently but decisively pushed him back down by his chest.

“Lie still, sweetie,” she cooed, shaking her head at his pout. “You know this is much easier if you don’t wiggle.” She leaned over him to grab the baby powder, and his eyes involuntarily flicked to the curve of her hips in those snug black yoga pants. He blushed harder, looking away quickly. “I’m not going to...you know, while you’re gone,” he mumbled, his voice softer now. “I can use the potty like a big boy!”

“Sure you can,” she teased, popping open the powder and sprinkling it liberally onto his bare skin. “And I’ll definitely come home to find the potty used and not you running around with soggy pants crying for Mommy to fix it.”

“I wouldn’t!” His voice cracked again, more indignant now, though he refused to meet her amused gaze. She just smiled, pulling the soft diaper up between his legs and taping it snugly into place with a practiced efficiency that made him feel utterly helpless. “Oh, honey, you’re adorable when you try to act grown-up. But we both know you’ll feel much better in this,” she said, patting the front of the diaper with a little smirk.

He groaned, covering his face with his hands as she helped him sit up. The crinkling noise was unavoidable, and the bulky padding between his thighs made it impossible to feel even remotely like the "big boy" he kept insisting he was. “All done!” she announced cheerfully, brushing her hands off.

“Now, be good while Mommy goes to her workout, okay? If you’re really a big boy, maybe I’ll think about letting you try the potty tomorrow.” Her tone made it very clear she wasn’t convinced.

He opened his mouth to argue, but then she turned, grabbing her water bottle and heading for the door. His protest died in his throat as his eyes were drawn, despite himself, to the perfect sway of her hips in those tight yoga pants. She glanced back with a playful smile, catching him staring.

“Be good, baby,” she said with a wink, and then she was gone, the sound of the door clicking shut behind her.

James sat there for a long moment, the crinkle of his diaper the only sound in the room. He huffed, slumping against the table and glaring at the floor, feeling utterly small and completely pathetic.

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For cummies

Lisa lies on the changing table, her legs spread wide and her thick diaper snugly secured around her. The pastel designs on the front are still visible—for now. Mommy stands over her, smiling down with that mixture of adoration and teasing that always makes Lisa squirm. The soft hum of the vibrator hidden in Lisa’s diaper fills the air, low and steady, sending teasing vibrations through the thick padding.

“Look at my little princess,” Mommy coos, her tone dripping with playful mockery. “All snug in her nappy, and already wriggling so much. Can’t even hold still for Mommy, can you?” Lisa whimpers softly, gripping the sides of the table. Her body reacts despite herself, her hips shifting slightly in response to the persistent buzz between her legs. The crinkling sound of her diaper is loud and unmissable, a reminder of exactly where she is—and what she’s become.

Mommy leans closer, resting her hand lightly on the front of Lisa’s diaper. The vibrations travel through the padding, into Mommy’s palm, and her grin widens as she presses down just a little. “That’s it,” Mommy murmurs, her voice almost a purr. “Let it happen, baby. Just let go for Mommy.”

And then, Lisa feels it. The last shred of control slips away, and warmth begins to spread through her diaper. It’s sudden, unstoppable, and utterly humiliating. Lisa gasps, her face turning bright red as the wetness saturates the padding. Mommy freezes for a moment, feeling the unmistakable heat beneath her hand. Slowly, her grin deepens. “Oh, my,” she says, her voice dripping with mock surprise. “Did my little girl just go pee-pee in her nappy? Right here, right now?”

Lisa whimpers, too embarrassed to respond, but that only seems to encourage Mommy. She presses her hand firmly against the soggy diaper, squeezing the warm, squishy padding. “That’s what I thought,” Mommy teases, her tone now both proud and condescending. “You couldn’t hold it, could you? My little one doesn’t even try anymore. You’ve given up all your potty training… all for Mommy.”

Lisa squirms, her body trembling beneath Mommy’s hand. The teasing, the warmth, the relentless buzzing—it’s too much.

“That’s a good baby,” Mommy whispers, leaning down to kiss Lisa’s forehead. “Now, let’s see just how much more my little princess can handle.”

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This captivating story masterfully blends ABDL themes with cuckquean dynamics, delivering an intensely thrilling and creatively layered narrative an absolute must read

Her Own Worst Enemy

This is my entry into yet another writing competition with @baby-erica and @destinedfordiapers. Go vote for who made their target the blushiest here!

Erica absolutely adored Mads. He was tall, strong, handsome, and dominant.

Every word he spoke felt like an order. It sent shivers of pleasure down her spine to comply to his ever whim.

That's why she wasn't surprised when one night, after particularly amazing sex, Mads disclosed to her that he was domming another woman online. He told her that the other woman's name was Eri, the Erica's nickname as a child, that she was Erica's age, and that she got off on being Mads' pathetic, diapered, little cuckquean.

Mads told Erica that he spoke to Eri like a child. He ordered her to wear and use diapers. He also told her about all of Mads and Erica's sexual escapades, taunting Eri's face with details of sexual encounters that she would never have.

As Mads explained his relationship with Eri, Erica's pussy started to throb. She couldn't help but start rubbing herself. The idea of some pathetic women rubbing her pissy diaper to the thought of Erica's wild sex set her slit on fire. She felt like a porn star in all of the best ways.

"Um, Mads?" Erica asked her boyfriend coyly as he watched her pleasure herself to the thought of domming another woman, "Do you, uhhhh, think I could help you… mmmm… tease Eri…. gah… too?"

Mads grinned, crawling onto the bed next to Erica and replacing her hand with his own.

"I thought you'd never ask," he responded as his fingers darted into Erica's wet lips, bringing her to a quick, yet marvelous orgasm.

Over the next few months, Erica took an active role in domming poor little Eri. Although Mads never let Erica see or speak to Eri herself, Erica constantly teased Eri via video.

Erica recorded herself riding Mads, Mads taking her from behind, sucking Mads off, and Mads sucking on her tits. She memorialized each sexual encounter with her dream man, as she taunted and teased the diapered woman on the other side of the camera.

"Mmm, Eri, I bet you wish were being filled up with Daddy's cock like me, instead of filling your pants like a fucking baby!"

"Oh, Eri, don't you wish you got to suck Daddy's big, hard cock like me, rather than just that silly little paci?"

"Mmm, Eri, if you had big girl tits like me, maybe Daddy would want to… Mmm…suck yours instead of… fuck, Mads…. mine. To bad you're nothing but a silly baby… fuck… not a… mmm… real woman like me."

"Fuck… Eri, if you weren't so pathetic…. ghhhh… you might be bouncing on Daddy's cock… ffff… like me…. gah… instead of bouncing in your loaded…. fuck… pampers."

Each message Erica recorded got progressively meaner and more degrading. Mads urged Erica's sadism at each turn, begging her to be more ruthless in her naughty recordings as time passed. Mads swore that Little Eri was begging to be degraded and talked down to more with each passing day.

Erica loved it. The power, Eri's humiliation, the mind-blowing sex, it was all so intoxicating.

However, as time passed, Erica found herself wanting to become more involved in Eri's submission. She began to press Mads to meet, or, at the very least, to speak with the other woman.

Each time she broached the subject, however, Mads denied her.

"Eri is shy."

"Eri isn't ready to meet you."

"Eri is too embarrassed to introduce herself yet."

Time after time, Erica's requests to meet Eri were shut down.

That was until, one day, Mads finally relented.

"Erica, you're right, it's probably time you met Eri," Mads said with a sigh as he lied naked in bed next to Erica after a particularly wild love-making session, "but, to meet Eri, you need to understand her situation better first."

Erica swallowed nervously at Mads' last statement. She didn't like the sound of that.

"What do you mean, 'understand her situation better?'" She asked hesitantly.

Mads smiled. "Well, sweetie, before you can meet Eri in person, you need to spend some time in her booties first. If you agree to spend some time in the nursery, I'll arrange for you to meet Eri."

Erica turned on her side and shuddered in both pleasure and fear.

She had never seen the inside of attached to her boyfriend's master bedroom. The nursery always locked, and Mads never let her inside when she asked. She had wanted to see the inside of that room for months now, but not in the way Mads was suggesting it would happen now.

"Like," Erica licked her lips nervously, "Really spend time in the nursery?"

Mads responded quickly, "Yes, baby. ~Really~ spend time in the nursery. I've thought about it, and you can't truly meet Eri until you experience her life a little."

Seeing Mads' determination, Erica knew she had no other options if she ever wanted to meet her boyfriend's diapered pet. So, reluctantly, she agreed to spend some time in the nursery.

The next morning, Erica found herself stripped naked and led into the babyish . Her eyes grew wide as she took in the giant baby furniture, adorned with cuffs and straps meant to detain any unwilling occupants.

Mads led Erica by the hand to a giant changing table and lifted her up on to it with ease.

"Let's get a diaper on that tushy," Mads said, popping a pacifier into Erica's mouth before she could protest.

Erica's cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment as she was expertly lotioned, powdered, and diapered by her boyfriend. In fact, Erica was so embarrassed, she didn't notice Mads slip a suppository up her backside as he taped her into the infantile garment.

"Now, let's complete the look."

Mads helped Erica down from the changing table and immediately began to dress her in a onesie that, somehow, fit her perfectly. He then grabbed some ribbon and quickly tied her hair into two neat pigtails on either side of her head.

"Perfect!" Mads announced as he tied the second bow in Erica's hair, "You look adorable!"

Nervously sucking the pacifier she was given, Erica demurely let herself be lead to the crib and restrained inside with both wrist and ankle cuffs.

"Some time strapped in the crib will really let you know what it feels like to be Eri," Mads said, kissing Erica's forehead.

Erica blushed, wishing this would be over quickly, while at the same time beginning to feel a burning sense of pleasure growing within herself from the humiliation.

As she laid in the crib, Erica noticed a strange object covered by a cloth hanging from the ceiling spanning the length of the crib. The woman was unable to determine what it was. Erica also noticed a large television hanging on a wall nearby.

"Ok, baby, I'm going to let you get settled. Don't worry, Daddy will be back soon," Mads said, leaving the room.

With Mads gone, the suppository inside of Erica worked quickly. The small woman began to thrash in the crib futilely before ultimately giving in and loading her diaper for the first time as an adult.

Erica was softly crying as Mads walked back into the room. Erica was both humiliated and incredibly aroused by the horrifying situation.

"What's wrong, baby? Did somebody make a stinky?"

The mocking made Erica sob harder as Mads walked over and caressed her cheek.

"Hush, baby, I know what will make you feel better. I think it's time you meet Baby Eri!"

Erica watched in horror as Mads pulled the cloth off the object hanging above the crib, revealing a full length mirror. Erica stared at herself, hair in pigtails, strapped into a crib, sucking a pacifier, wearing nothing but a onesie and messy diaper. A horrible realization dawned on her.

"Erica, meet Baby Eri!" Mads said cheerily, "I think you're going to find you have a lot in common!"

Erica turned her head to the side as she heard the television click on.

"I'm going to leave and let you get to know each other. Have fun!" Mads said as he pressed play on the remote and left the room.

Erica, or Baby Eri as she had now become, couldn't help but release a small stream of urine into her thirsty padding as she saw her own face fill the large screen.

Soft panting filled the air before Eri heard her own voice ring out.

"Mmm, Eri, I bet you wish were being filled up with Daddy's cock like me, instead of filling your pants like a fucking baby."

Eri's pussy throbbed in pleasure as she realized what was happening. Not only had she become a diapered cuckquen, but, she was being cucked by herself.

Even worse, Eri thought as she tried to free her hands from the cribs cuffs so she could rub the front of her messy diaper, she couldn't deny this is what she really wanted: To be nothing more than Mads' pathetic diapered plaything.

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Good Baby

The door creaks open, and Rebecca steps into your room, her presence filling the small space with an energy that makes your stomach flutter. You freeze, your face already burning, as her gaze lands on you—lying on the bed in nothing but one of the babyish diapers she picked out for you. The pastel-colored prints on the waistband seem louder than ever, drawing her attention like a beacon.

"Well, well," she says, her voice dripping with amusement as she closes the door behind her. Her lips curl into a grin, and you swear you can see a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. "Look at my little one, all cozy and... helpless."

You squirm, instinctively pulling the blanket up, but she’s too quick. With a playful tug, she whisks it away, exposing you fully. "Ah, ah," she teases, wagging a finger at you. "No hiding now."

You can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks as you struggle to meet her gaze. Rebecca steps closer, her confident stride and the sway of her hips making your heart race. She stops at the edge of the bed, looking down at you like a queen surveying her subject.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” she coos, crouching down so she’s at eye level with you. Her fingers brush against the crinkling waistband of your diaper, tracing the patterns with an infuriating slowness. "You’ve been such a good baby for me, haven’t you? Wearing these... needing these."

Her words hit like a hammer, each one driving home your humiliation—and her delight. Her hand presses gently against the front of the diaper, the padded surface yielding under her touch. You let out a small, involuntary gasp, which only makes her smile widen.

"That’s it," she murmurs, her voice softer now but no less commanding. "See? This is where you belong. Right here, in your cute little nappies, just the way I like you."

She leans in, her breath warm against your ear. "You’re mine," she whispers, her hand still rubbing slow circles on the front of your diaper. "And you know it."

Your breath catches in your throat as she pulls back, her cheeks faintly flushed—though not with embarrassment. No, Rebecca is positively glowing, her eyes alight with power and adoration.

Rebecca’s hand doesn’t stop. If anything, her touch grows firmer, more deliberate, as her fingers press and rub over the thick padding. Each motion sends a shiver through you, the crinkling of your diaper loud in the quiet room. Her smirk deepens as she watches your helpless reactions, her eyes flicking between your flushed face and the telltale twitch of your body under her hand.

"Aw, look at you," she purrs, her tone equal parts sweet and condescending. "So sensitive. You really can’t help yourself, can you?“ Before you can stammer out a response, she shifts, climbing onto the bed and straddling your waist. The soft weight of her pressing down on your diaper makes it crinkle louder, and your cheeks burn even hotter. She doesn’t stop rubbing, her movements growing more teasing, more calculated, as she settles herself comfortably.

"Such a cute little baby," she says, her voice dripping with mock affection. "All wrapped up in your Pampers, squirming just for me. You’re so easy to control."

Her words sink deep, and the mix of her teasing tone and her unrelenting touch makes you feel impossibly small. You want to say something, to protest—or maybe beg—but the words stick in your throat. She’s in charge, and you both know it. Rebecca shifts her hips slightly, grinding down against the thick padding, and your breath catches. The motion is deliberate, confident, and entirely hers. The pressure and heat build quickly, overwhelming you, until—

It happens. Your body betrays you completely, and you can’t stop yourself. A sudden, uncontrollable wave hits, and you feel it—a sticky warmth spreading inside your diaper. You gasp, mortified, as Rebecca freezes for a moment, her eyes going wide with surprise before her smirk returns, bigger and more satisfied than ever.

"There it is," she says softly, leaning down so her face is just inches from yours. Her voice is dripping with pride, her tone like someone praising a toddler for using their diaper. "That’s my good little baby.“ You feel so small, so pathetic, as the reality of what just happened settles over you. But there’s something in her gaze that holds you there—adoration, power, and absolute satisfaction.

She sits back up, giving your now-sagging diaper a playful pat. "See? This is why I love you like this," she says, her voice light and almost sweet. "Because you’re perfect just the way you are—my helpless, adorable little one."

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Scene: Laughter Over Lattes: Amanda’s Next Chapter

  The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of a cozy coffee shop, casting golden hues over the warm wood tones of the furniture. John stirred his latte absentmindedly, his expression a mix of excitement and nerves. Across from him, Stefan lounged comfortably in his chair, sipping his espresso with a knowing grin.

“So,” Stefan said, leaning forward with a gleam in his eye. “How’d you convince Amanda? Last we talked, she was still dragging her heels about the whole idea.”

John chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Believe it or not, she came around on her own. Said she’s been feeling too stressed trying to ‘have it all together’ all the time. She finally admitted she wanted to let go and embrace a simpler, more carefree life.”

Stefan raised his cup in a mock toast. “Welcome to the club! Lilly’s been my happy little bundle for months now, and let me tell you, it’s the best thing we’ve ever done. She’s so much more relaxed—and honestly, I am too.”

John smiled, but his lips twitched nervously. “There’s a bit of a... twist, though.”

“Oh?” Stefan set his cup down, intrigued.

“Amanda said she wanted to start at a primary school level,” John explained, carefully gauging Stefan’s reaction. “She  thought it’d be a nice balance, not too babyish but still a break from adult life.”

“That makes sense. Lots of folks like primary level. Creative projects, recess—sounds fun,” Stefan said, nodding.

“Yeah, except all the primary-level courses were full. Completely booked for months.”

Stefan raised an eyebrow. “Okay... so what did you do?”

John shifted in his seat, a sheepish smile creeping across his face. “I, uh, signed her up for kindergarten-level courses instead.”´

Stefan burst out laughing, the kind of hearty laugh that turned heads briefly in the cafe. “You didn’t tell her, did you?”

“Not yet,” John replied, grinning despite himself. “I figured she’d adjust once she got there. How different could it be, right? They’re both about playtime and simplicity.”

Stefan’s grin turned mischievous. “You’re in for a surprise, buddy. You know those little kindergartners are all in pull-ups, right?”

John blinked, confused. “Pull-ups? But... I thought kindergartners were usually potty trained?”

“Not in those courses,” Stefan said, his tone dripping with amusement. “The whole point is to take a break from adult responsibilities. Everyone there is in pull-ups, and knowing Amanda...” He paused for dramatic effect. “She’s not exactly the type to jump through hoops to ‘graduate’ back to panties.”

John leaned back, processing this new information. “Wait, are you saying she might—?”

“End up in diapers?” Stefan finished for him, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “If Lilly’s anything to go by, it’s only a matter of time. Especially if Amanda’s as lazy as you’ve told me.”

John groaned, covering his face with one hand, though his lips twitched with reluctant amusement. “Guess I’d better learn how to change nappies, huh?”

Stefan clapped him on the shoulder, clearly enjoying himself. “You’d better stock up. And pro tip—invest in a high quality changing table. You’re going to be spending a lot of time there.”

John shook his head, laughing despite himself. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And you,” Stefan replied, raising his espresso, “are about to have way more fun than you bargained for.”

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daydreaming

Lillian sat hunched over her desk, the textbook open in front of her, highlighter in hand. Her brow furrowed as she reread the same paragraph for what felt like the tenth time. Chemical bonds... electron sharing... covalent… ionic... The words blurred together as her mind spiraled into a pit of stress.

“I just have to pass this final,” she muttered to herself, tapping the highlighter nervously against the page. “One last hurdle, and then I’m done. No more school, no more late-night cramming, no more—”´Her thoughts cut off as she exhaled sharply, rubbing her temple. She glanced at the clock. 2:43 p.m. Time was ticking by, and the pressure in her chest only grew. She closed her eyes, imagining herself walking across a stage, diploma in hand. Freedom, she thought, her lips curling into a faint smile.

But when she opened her eyes, something felt… off. Her notebook, once filled with neat notes and chemical equations, now had colorful doodles of flowers and stars scribbled across the pages. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, but the doodles stayed. Even her handwriting had shifted into bubbly letters that looked like a child had scrawled them.

She glanced around her room, but it wasn’t her room anymore. The sleek desk was now a low plastic table with rounded edges. The chemistry textbook had disappeared, replaced by a stack of picture books.

 Her chair had transformed into a booster seat, and the smell of baby powder lingered faintly in the air. Her heart raced. "What’s going on?" she whispered, clutching her pencil—a fat, rubbery crayon now—in her hand. The door creaked open, and Lillian froze. Her daddy—well, she always called him “Daddy” in bed, but not like this—peeked his head in, his warm smile as reassuring as it was patronizing.

"How’s my little grad doing?" he asked, stepping into the room. He wore a calm expression, as if nothing about this situation was strange. He knelt beside her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You’ve been working so hard."

“Daddy,” Lillian stammered, her voice soft and shaky. “I… I was studying for my finals. Chemistry. I was just…” Daddy chuckled and tapped the tip of her nose. "Silly goose. You’ve already graduated, remember? You graduated regression school last week. Now you don’t have to worry about anything big or scary ever again." He leaned closer, his eyes softening. "But you do look like you might need a change. Let’s see."

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