regressionschool

[regressionschool]

The Race

It wasn’t just about building. It wasn’t just about stacking little colorful bricks into the perfect shape.

It was a race.

A race against time. A race against his own body. A race against the warm, soggy fate creeping up on him with every second.

He sat on the floor, legs spread wide by the bulky padding taped around his waist, fingers fumbling with the Lego bricks. He had the instructions right in front of him—big, colorful pictures meant for little ones like him—but concentrating was so hard.

Especially when his tummy felt funny.

Especially when his diaper was already kinda warm.

He wiggled a little, feeling the faint squish beneath him. Not too bad yet. Still dry enough to keep going. His paci bobbed in his mouth as he huffed in determination. Just gotta finish… just gotta—

Hissssss…

His eyes widened.

Oh no.

The warmth spread through his diaper before he could even think about stopping it. Not that he could stop it. The little stent inside him made sure of that. He was just a dribbly little thing now, and his body didn’t even ask before it happened.

He whimpered, squeezing his thighs together, but that only made it squishier. His diaper was getting so puffy. The little designs on the front were fading fast, disappearing under the swelling bulk of his helpless accident.

“Nuh-uh… no, no, no…” he whined, shaking his head as he scrambled to snap another Lego brick in place. He was so close! Just a few more pieces!

But the warmth kept spreading. The padding was so full now, pressing thickly against his legs, making it impossible to ignore. His bottom wiggled involuntarily, and the soggy crinkle that followed made his cheeks burn.

Then—soft footsteps. A shadow over him. And then—pat, pat, pat.

A hand pressed against the front of his diaper, testing. Squishing.

A giggle.

“Oh, sweetheart…” The voice was soft. Teasing. Knowing.

He froze. His fingers trembled on the Lego brick.

“You really thought you were gonna finish before you soaked your little diaper?”

His face burned as he looked up, lips wobbly around his paci. “I-I almost—”

A slow squish. A gentle chuckle.

“Oh, baby. You didn’t almost anything. You were never gonna win this race.”

He pouted. His half-finished Legos sat in front of him, abandoned. His tummy felt all fluttery. His diaper was too full.

And now… now he wasn’t building anymore.

Now it was changing time.

pwayin legos 🩵

[regressionschool]

How a Stiffy Earned Him Crinkles

It was a lazy afternoon, and Ethan sat on the floor of the living room, legs spread apart as he absentmindedly played with the colorful stacking rings his girlfriend, Mia, had given him. He was wearing nothing but his baby blue pull-ups and a t-shirt that barely reached his padded bottom. Mia lounged on the couch, watching her "little" boyfriend with an amused smile as she absentmindedly scrolled through her phone.

Ethan was supposed to be focused on playing like a good boy, but his eyes kept drifting toward Mia. She had just changed into a pair of tiny shorts and a fitted tank top, her bare legs curled beneath her as she stretched. His gaze lingered a little too long, and before he could stop it, his body reacted. He felt a stirring between his legs, his body reacting instinctively as his pull-up grew uncomfortably snug, the padding pressing back against his growig pee pee in a way that made his breath hitch

Mia noticed immediately. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk as she set her phone down. “Oh my God,” she giggled, sitting up. “Ethan, are you getting excited in your little pull-ups?”

Ethan’s eyes widened in horror. He yanked a nearby plushie to cover himself, but Mia was already crawling over to him, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I—I didn’t mean to!” he whined, his face burning red.

Mia placed a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. “Oh, baby, this is just too good. You’re supposed to be my little toddler, and here you are with a stiffy like a naughty big boy.”

Ethan squirmed, gripping the plushie tighter. “It’s not my fault! Y-You changed in front of me.”

Mia gasped dramatically. “Oh, so it’s my fault now? I didn’t realize little boys in training pants still had those kinds of reactions.” She leaned closer, her fingers lightly tracing over the padded front of his pull-up. “I think someone’s proving they’re not ready for these at all.”

Ethan let out a mortified whimper. “Mia, please.”

She sat back, stretching leisurely. “Face it, baby boy. Pull-ups are for little ones who are learning, but you just proved you’re not ready for them.” She tapped her chin, feigning deep thought. “Maybe in a few years.”

Ethan’s stomach dropped. “No! I don’t—”

Mia was already up, heading toward the cabinet where she kept his supplies. A moment later, she returned with a thick, pastel-colored diaper in her hands, the crinkly plastic rustling with every movement. She spread out the changing mat on the floor and patted it invitingly. “Lie down, little guy. Let’s get you into something more appropriate.”

Ethan groaned, hiding his face behind his plushie. “Miaaa,” he whined, but he knew there was no way out.

“Come on, baby.” Her voice was sweet, teasing. “We both know you belong in thick, crinkly diapers.”

Slowly, he lowered himself onto the mat, his heart hammering in his chest as Mia knelt beside him. She made a show of tearing open the sides of his pull-up, giggling when his erection was still very obvious.

“Aww,” she cooed, smirking, “look at that little stiffy. Too bad babies don’t get to have those.”

Ethan whimpered, his entire body burning with embarrassment as she slid the thick diaper under him. The moment she pulled it snug around his waist and taped it securely in place, he knew she was never going to let him live this down.

Mia patted the front with a satisfied smile. “There we go. All thick and crinkly, just like a proper baby.” She leaned in, whispering playfully, “Guess we’ll have to keep you padded until you forget all about those naughty big-boy feelings.”

Ethan could only squirm and pout, knowing she meant every word.

[regressionschool]

going full toddler part 8: She really loves her Pampers

Marie found herself sinking deeper into the warmth of the moment, her fingers absentmindedly clutching her bunny as she reached for another block.

She wasn’t thinking anymore.

She wasn’t worried about what she looked like, how thick her diaper felt, or what Mommy thought about her.

She was just… playing.

She placed another block.

Tim did too.

Another.

Then another.

The stack wobbled, the colorful plush cubes swaying slightly under their careful hands.

Marie held her breath.

Tim grinned.

He wiggled his fingers playfully near the tower, pretending to poke at it, making Marie gasp.

“Noooo!” she whined, clutching her bunny tighter.

Tim giggled.

“Boys,” she huffed, scrunching her nose at him.

Tim just laughed again, rolling onto his tummy, lazily kicking his legs behind him. He was still full of energy, still giggling, still bouncing slightly like he could keep playing forever.

But Marie…

Marie was getting tired.

The warmth of the playpen, the soft crinkle of her diaper every time she shifted, the way she had sunk so deeply into little space—it was all catching up to her.

Her limbs felt heavy, her blinks lasting a little longer each time.

She tried to keep playing.

But stacking blocks was starting to feel hard.

Her fingers fumbled as she tried to place the next one, her movements sluggish, her tiny pout forming as the block wobbled and fell instead of staying where she wanted.

Marie whined softly, rubbing her eyes.

Tim blinked at her.

Then—

“You’re sleepy,” he declared.

Marie frowned. “Nuh-uh.”

Tim smirked.

“Uh-huh.”

Marie huffed, trying to sit up straighter, but the second she moved, a huge yawn stretched across her face, her jaw going slack, her body instinctively curling up.

Tim giggled.

“Told ya.”

Marie pouted, crossing her arms over her bunny.

But…

Okay.

Maybe she was sleepy.

Her eyes felt droopy, her limbs felt too warm, and—

And the next time she blinked, she took just a little too long to open them again.

Tim, still smiling, rolled onto his back, stretching his arms above his head before plopping onto his side lazily. “I think we need a nap,” he announced.

Marie frowned.

“Nuh-uh,” she mumbled again.

But even she didn’t sound convinced.

And then—

“Hmm,” Mommy’s voice hummed from behind them. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

Marie’s stomach flipped.

She turned just in time to see Mommy standing beside the playpen, her arms crossed, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Steve was beside her, smirking down at Marie like he already knew she was about to fuss.

“B-but…” Marie fidgeted, shifting in place, the soft crinkle of her diaper making her blush. “I—I don’t need a nap.”

Steve chuckled, kneeling beside the playpen. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing her hair out of her face, his fingers warm and gentle. “Look at you. You can barely keep your eyes open.”

Marie whimpered softly, her bunny squished tightly to her chest.

“I can…” she mumbled sleepily.

Steve tilted his head. “Oh? Then what happens if I do… this?”

And before Marie could react, his fingers gently traced her forehead, his touch so soft as he stroked down her temple, across her cheek, and under her chin.

Marie melted.

She couldn’t help it.

Her whole body sagged, her eyelids fluttering, her muscles going so loose that she didn’t even realize she had started leaning against the playpen wall.

Steve smirked.

Marie whined in protest, but it was weak.

Mommy laughed. “Oh, sweet girl,” she cooed, reaching down to stroke her cheek too. “You need a nap.”

Marie’s whole body burned.

Her cheeks felt like they were on fire.

She wanted to argue.

But she was already sinking.

Steve’s hand rubbed her back again, slow and steady, keeping her grounded, keeping her little.

She sucked in a breath.

“…Fine,” she mumbled, her voice small.

Tim grinned.

But before they could be lifted out of the playpen—

Mommy’s gaze flickered to Tim’s diaper.

Her smile twitched.

“Well, almost time for a nap,” she murmured. “But someone needs a change first.”

cotniue with: tim is very soggy, but he is clearly used to being checked and changed whenever Mommy decided. So completely dependent.

Her breath caught as Mommy laid him down, her hands moving effortlessly to undo the tapes of his diaper.

Marie wanted to look away.

She knew she should.

But—

But she couldn’t.

His diaper was completely soaked.

And still—

Still, he wasn’t embarrassed.

Mommy hummed softly as she wiped him down, her movements practiced, careful, loving. “Such a soggy boy,” she teased gently.

Tim just giggled

Even with Mommy’s hand pressing against the front of his diaper, even with the clear squish of his soggy padding being so obvious, he didn’t look the least bit embarrassed.

Marie, on the other hand, felt her entire body heat up.

She knew she shouldn’t be staring. She knew she should look away.

But—

But she couldn’t.

Her breath caught as Mommy laid Tim down right there in the playpen, her hands moving effortlessly to undo the tapes of his diaper.

Marie squeaked, hugging her bunny tight.

She should turn around. She should—

But her eyes stayed locked.

Riiiip.

The sound of the tapes being undone made her jump.

Tim didn’t even flinch.

His pacifier popped back into his mouth, and he suckled lazily, completely at ease as his wet diaper was peeled open.

Marie’s heart pounded.

She had never seen someone else being changed before. Never seen how it looked from the outside.

And Tim…

Tim was so… dependent.

There was no hesitation in Mommy’s movements, no asking if he needed a change, no waiting for him to ask. She had decided he was wet enough, and that was that.

And Tim just… let it happen.

Her fingers twitched against her bunny.

She had never thought of it like this before, never realized how much control she still tried to hold onto.

Even now, she still felt her diaper. She still knew when she needed a change.

But Tim?

Tim didn’t.

He hadn’t even noticed.

His diaper was completely soaked, yet he hadn’t squirmed, hadn’t tugged at it, hadn’t even hesitated before flopping onto his back, letting Mommy handle it.

Would she be like that someday?

Would she stop noticing?

Would she ever just… let it happen without thinking about it at all?

Marie gulped.

Her tummy felt weird.

She shouldn’t be thinking about this.

She should look away.

But—

Squish.

Mommy pressed a wipe against Tim’s skin, humming softly as she cleaned him up, her movements practiced, careful, loving.

“There we go,” she cooed, tilting her head with a warm smile. “Such a soggy boy.”

Tim just giggled.

Marie stared.

She didn’t know why, but something in her expected him to react. To blush, to squirm, to hide his face.

But he didn’t.

His eyes stayed half-lidded, relaxed, as he nursed from his pacifier, his toes wiggling slightly as Mommy finished wiping him down.

Marie’s breath hitched.

This wasn’t just about diapers.

This was something deeper.

Tim didn’t just wear them.

He was completely dependent on them.

On Mommy.

On being cared for.

Marie whimpered softly.

She wasn’t sure if it was out of embarrassment, or if it was… something else.

But then—

Then Mommy reached for a fresh diaper.

“Hmm,” Mommy mused suddenly, a teasing lilt creeping into her tone. “I didn’t bring in your fresh diapers yet, sweetie. Maybe we should just borrow one of Marie’s unicorn Pampers?”

Marie gasped.

Tim’s head snapped up.

His pacifier fell from his lips, his entire expression twisting into pure horror. “Mommy!”

Marie’s face burned hotter.

Her mouth dropped open.

Mommy just grinned.

“Oh?” she cooed, feigning innocence. “What’s wrong with that idea? They’re nice and thick—perfect for my little soggy boy.”

Tim whined, his nose scrunching up in absolute betrayal.

“Nooo!” he squeaked, shaking his head so fast his short hair flopped a little. “Th-they’re for girls!”

Marie’s heart pounded in her chest, her fingers clenched tightly around her bunny.

She could not believe what Mommy had just said.

Her unicorn Pampers? On Tim?!

That was not happening.

And Tim looked just as horrified, his cheeks puffed up in a dramatic pout as he squirmed beneath Mommy’s teasing gaze. “Mommyyy,” he whined, kicking his feet. “That’s not funny!”

Marie huffed, crossing her arms. “They are mine!” she added stubbornly.

Mommy just laughed, clearly delighted by both of their reactions. “Relax, babies,” she teased, ruffling Tim’s hair. “I was only kidding.”

Tim was still dramatically sprawled out on the changing mat, arms stretched over his head like he had barely survived the horror of nearly ending up in a unicorn diaper. His lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, and his cheeks were still pink from Mommy’s teasing.

Marie, on the other hand, was still fuming.

She clutched her bunny tightly, crossing her arms over her chest, her cheeks puffed up in an indignant pout.

Her unicorn Pampers.

Hers.

She wasn’t sure why she was so riled up about it, but the idea of someone else—especially Tim—wearing them made her tummy twist in a way she didn’t quite understand.

Those diapers weren’t just any diapers. They were hers.

They were thick and soft and pastel and had little sparkly unicorns on them, and they belonged to her and her only.

And Steve knew exactly what she was thinking.

His smirk was wicked as he crouched beside her, resting his chin in his palm. “Aww, what’s the matter, princess?” he drawled, his voice full of mock innocence. “You don’t want to share?”

Marie scowled at him, hugging her bunny even tighter. “They’re mine,” she grumbled.

Tim, still flat on his back, giggled.

Mommy laughed softly as she unfolded a fresh white diaper, sliding it under Tim’s bottom as if the whole conversation wasn’t even happening. “Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, her voice light with amusement. “You sure do love your Pampers, don’t you?”

Marie froze.

Her whole body tensed, her breath catching in her throat.

Steve’s smirk widened.

“Oh, she does,” he mused, shifting even closer to her, his tone teasing. “She loves them.”

Marie’s face flamed.

Her heart pounded.

She shook her head rapidly, her pigtails bouncing with the movement. “N-no, I just—! They’re—they’re mine—!”

Steve chuckled.

Mommy let out a soft hum, fastening the tapes on Tim’s new diaper, her hands moving effortlessly as she patted the fresh padding snugly against his tummy. “Well, of course, sweet girl,” she said sweetly, giving Tim’s newly changed diaper a gentle poke to make sure it was secure. “But you got so protective over them just now… makes me think you must love them a lot.”

Tim grinned, sitting up with a loud crinkle. “She does!” he declared, his pacifier still hanging from the clip on his shirt. “She super duper loves them!”

Marie squeaked.

“I—I do not!” she lied instantly, her face going even redder.

Tim smirked at her, crossing his arms. “Then why’d you get all grumpy when Mommy said I could wear one?”

Marie’s stomach flipped.

Steve let out a low chuckle. “Mmm, that’s a good question,” he mused. “Why did you get so grumpy, sweetheart?”

Marie whined, curling in on herself, her bunny practically squished against her chest now.

She didn’t know!

She just… she didn’t like the idea of someone else wearing her special diapers! They were soft, they were thick, they were cute, and they were hers!

And maybe—just maybe—they made her feel safe.

And maybe—just maybe—she did love them.

But she wasn’t about to say that out loud.

Mommy smirked knowingly as she helped Tim sit up, her fingers smoothing out his dino T-shirt before ruffling his hair.

Steve leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Marie’s head before whispering just loud enough for her to hear:

“It’s okay, princess,” he murmured, his lips brushing her hair. “Daddy loves that you love your Pampers so much.”

Marie let out a tiny whimper, her entire face practically glowing red.

She couldn’t handle this.

This was too much.

She squeezed her eyes shut, hiding her face in her bunny’s soft fur, trying desperately to block out the teasing, the knowing smiles, the awful realization that they were right.

She did love them.

She loved them.

And now, they knew.

Steve chuckled, giving her back a slow, gentle rub before pressing another kiss to her temple. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’ll always make sure you have plenty of your special unicorn Pampers.”

Marie let out another muffled whimper, refusing to lift her head.

Tim giggled beside her, kicking his feet on the playmat. “She really loves ‘em,” he sing-songed, wiggling his toes.

Marie huffed.

She had never been more flustered in her entire life.

But—

But at the same time…

Her tummy felt warm.

And safe.

And, maybe…

Maybe just a tiny bit happy.

[regressionschool]

Lena's life

featuring the adorable @liljams

Lena swung her feet beneath the daycare table, a giddy warmth bubbling inside her. Today was a special day—one she’d been hoping for, even if she’d never dared to ask outright.

No more panties.

She pressed her thighs together, feeling the soft, snug hug of her pull-up under her dress. Safe. Comfy. A little secret between her and Daddy, even if he hadn’t made a big deal about it.

That was just how Daddy was—gentle, steady, not one for fuss. When Miss Emily had handed him the pack of pull-ups yesterday, he hadn’t protested or even hesitated. He’d simply nodded, like it was the most normal thing in the world. And Lena? She had grinned so wide her cheeks had hurt.

Now, she could hardly sit still.

She squirmed in her seat, letting the faintest crinkle reach her ears, her heart doing a little flip of excitement. No one else seemed to notice—not the other littles coloring beside her, not Miss Emily checking the cubbies. But she knew. And Daddy knew. And that was all that mattered.

Feeling bold, she abandoned her coloring and scurried across the room, straight to where Daddy sat on the couch, his book in hand. Without hesitation, she climbed onto the seat beside him, curling close enough that her pull-up brushed against his leg.

“Daddy,” she whispered, voice brimming with pride.

He hummed, turning a page. “Mmm?”

She grinned, shifting just enough that the waistband of her pull-up peeked out beneath her dress. “No more big-girl panties,” she announced, the words tasting like candy on her tongue.

Daddy glanced down, his expression as unreadable as ever—but there was a softness there, hidden in his eyes. He reached out, tugging her dress back into place, his touch warm and familiar.

“That so?” he murmured.

Lena nodded eagerly. “Mhm! Isn’t it great?”

Daddy’s lips twitched—just a little. Not quite a smile, but something close. He gave her knee a gentle squeeze. “If it makes you happy, princess.”

A shiver of delight ran down her spine. It did. It really, really did.

She wriggled a little closer, letting her head rest against his arm. Daddy didn’t have to say more. He didn’t have to shower her with praise or call her his little baby. She could feel it, even in the silence.

And maybe—just maybe—this was only the beginning.

 Lena sat cross-legged on the Livingroom rug, her fingers absently tugging at the hem of her dress. Daddy had gone to the store. To buy more pull-ups.

She pouted, kicking her feet. Pull-ups were fine, but they weren’t what she wanted. They weren’t thick and safe like her diapers at night. They weren’t what a little girl like her needed.

At Regression School, Miss Emily had told the class that littles should express their feelings and be honest about their needs. Well… Daddy hadn’t asked, but maybe she could show him instead.

A mischievous spark flickered in her belly.

Lena pushed herself up onto her knees, feeling the soft crinkle of her pull-up as she shifted. It was thin—too thin. It wouldn’t hold much. And that was exactly the point.

If she really needed diapers, she had to show him why.

Slowly, she got up onto her feet, glancing around the empty house. Just her. No daycare rules. No one watching. Just her and her pull-up.

She spread her legs slightly, lowered herself into a squat, and took a deep breath. Her body hesitated at first—it was different doing this on purpose. But as soon as she pushed, her tummy squeezed, and warmth flooded through her.

Her pull-up sagged as she filled it, the soft padding straining to hold everything. A deep shiver ran down her spine at the sensation—heavy, warm, messy.

By the time she was done, her pull-up was swollen and droopy between her legs, no mistaking what had just happened.

She reached back, pressing her fingers gently against the back of her pull-up, giggling at the squish. Yep. No doubt about it. Pull-ups were not made for this.

Daddy had to understand now.

With a gleeful little bounce—feeling the weight shift against her—she toddled toward the door, her cheeks warm with excitement.

All she had to do now… was wait for Daddy to come home.

 Lena stood still as Daddy pulled her dress down over her fresh diaper, his hands smoothing the fabric as he checked her over. The thick padding crinkled softly with every tiny movement, still dry, still crisp—but not for long.

“All set for nursery,” Daddy said, his voice gentle but firm.

Lena suckled her paci, her eyes twinkling as she rocked slightly on her heels. She was ready—clean, comfy, and snug in her fresh diaper. But there was still one last step.

She shifted her stance, parting her legs just a little. The flutter in her tummy turned into a quiet sigh as she let go.

Warmth spread through her diaper almost instantly, soaking into the soft padding. The familiar squish replaced the crisp dryness in seconds, the front puffing out slightly as it drank up every drop.

Daddy’s eyes flicked down, catching the telltale shift in her posture. “Lena…” he said, the amused warning clear in his voice.

She peeked up at him, her cheeks warming as she suckled her paci innocently.

Daddy sighed, shaking his head with a knowing smirk. “Not even one minute?”

Lena giggled, her voice muffled by the pacifier. “Nope!”

Lena let out a burst of giggles, bouncing on her toes as the fresh squish beneath her made her feel extra little. She wiggled excitedly, her diaper crinkling with every movement, the warmth pressing against her like a cozy hug.

“See, Daddy?” she chirped around her paci, her voice muffled but so proud. “Told you I needed my diapees!”

She gave another happy wiggle, her hands grabbing at her dress as she rocked side to side, making sure Daddy really noticed how soggy she was now. The feeling was just so good, so perfect, and her whole body practically buzzed with excitement.

Daddy chuckled, shaking his head as he stood back up. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Lena just grinned wider, her pacifier bobbing as she bounced in place, delighting in the way her diaper squished with every move.

“Nu-uh!” she giggled, her energy overflowing. “I’m just really good at being little!”

Daddy gave her bottom a playful pat, the squishy padding pressing back against his hand. “You’re really good at something, that’s for sure.”

Lena squealed happily at that, flopping dramatically onto her padded bottom with a loud plop, the wet squish making her giggle even harder. She kicked her legs, flailing playfully, completely lost in her excitement.

“I win! I win!” she declared, her arms shooting up in victory.

Daddy raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what exactly did you win, princess?”

Lena giggled, beaming. “The ‘Never-Ever-Stay-Dry’ game!”

Daddy groaned playfully, running a hand over his face. “That’s not even a real game.”

“Is too!” she argued, crossing her arms but still grinning. “And I win every time!”

Daddy sighed, shaking his head. “That’s because you cheat.”

Lena giggled even harder, kicking her legs happily. “Nooo, it’s ‘cause I’m the best little ever!”

Daddy couldn’t help but smile, watching her wiggle and squirm on the carpet like the happiest little thing in the world. He reached down, scooping her up effortlessly and settling her on his hip, her soggy diaper squishing beneath her as she giggled and nuzzled into his shoulder.

“Alright, you little troublemaker,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Let’s get you to nursery before you decide to win again.”

Lena squealed in delight, kicking her legs against his side, her pacifier still in her mouth as she clung to him.

She loved mornings like this.

 Lena snuggled deeper into Daddy’s chest, her body completely relaxed in his arms. His steady breathing, the warmth of his flannel shirt, the way his hands supported her bottom—it was all so safe, so perfect. She suckled softly on her paci, her fingers gripping his shirt as she let herself melt into him. 

Her diaper, already warm and soggy from just five minutes ago, squished gently against his lap. The fullness between her legs made her feel so little, so cared for. She gave the tiniest wiggle, pressing closer, reveling in the thick, swollen padding that cradled her bottom. 

Daddy’s hands cupped her diaper, holding her effortlessly, his fingers resting against the puffy bulk. He didn’t comment on how wet she was already—he never did, not really. He just let her be his little girl. 

And then… it happened. 

Lena barely noticed at first, the familiar flutter in her tummy coming and going like a passing thought. But as she shifted slightly in Daddy’s arms, her body made the decision for her. 

There was no hesitation, no effort—just a natural, helpless release. 

She sighed softly behind her paci as warmth spread through the seat of her diaper, the padding stretching as it eagerly accepted the mess. Her body relaxed even more as she filled her diaper completely, the weight settling thickly beneath her. 

Daddy’s hands adjusted, his grip instinctively tightening as her diaper expanded in his palms. He stilled for a moment, then let out a quiet huff, his fingers giving the back of her diaper a gentle pat. 

“Lena…” His voice carried that familiar mixture of amusement and exasperation. 

She peeked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, her pacifier bobbing as she suckled sweetly. 

Daddy shook his head, glancing down at her in disbelief. “No way this is the same girl who used to fight wearing pull-ups,” he murmured, mostly to himself. “Two years ago, you wouldn’t even try.” 

Lena only giggled, her heart swelling with happiness. She knew exactly how far she’d come. How much she had changed. 

She wasn’t that girl anymore. 

She wasn’t a big girl at all. 

She was Daddy’s little one—his soggy, squishy, helpless baby. 

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

thank you @liljams for providing the original idea as well as the photos :)

[regressionschool]

My first try at a caregiver personal. What do you guys think?

Silver-Tongue-Daddy

Age: 31

Relationship Status: Single

Stance on Potty Training: Not Necessary

Preferred Little Age: 0 to 3

Silver-Tongue-Daddy is a devoted and attentive caregiver, blending affectionate nurturing with firm discipline when needed. His caregiving style leans toward the strict side, with a touch of sadism, ensuring his little knows their place while still feeling deeply cherished and protected.

He seeks a little who is obedient and playful but isn't afraid to show a bit of brattiness and even a hint of promiscuity. Someone who enjoys pushing boundaries but also knows when to submit to the rules he sets.

With years of online experience and some in-person caregiving, he understands the delicate balance between structure and fun. He enjoys fully immersing in the caregiver role, embracing every aspect of regression, from diapering to bedtime rituals.

Activities & Interests

Beyond caregiving, he is passionate about:

Writing and playing music

Reading and learning new languages (currently Irish, German, and French)

Working out and watching soccer

Watching movies and traveling

With a Little, He Enjoys:

Public outings while they remain diapered

Diaper changes and ensuring they stay padded at all times (though potty use may occasionally be allowed)

High-chair feeding and bath time

Cuddles, swaddling, and bedtime stories

And, of course, a bit of naughty fun when the moment is right

Silver-Tongue-Daddy also occasionally enjoys wearing diapers himself, indulging in the dynamic from both sides.

Disclaimer: Regression School reminds all prospective littles that the information above is as provided by the applicant. Truthfulness cannot be guaranteed.

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[regressionschool]

MOMMY KNOWS BEST: A NEW APPROACH TO MARRIAGE?

By Emily Dawson, Investigative Reporter

In an era of rising divorce rates and failing marriages, one company believes they have found a radical yet effective solution—one that redefines the roles within relationships rather than dissolving them.

The "Mommy Knows Best" (MKB) program, developed by Pampers Corporation, offers struggling couples an alternative to separation. Instead of counseling or legal battles, the program transitions one partner—typically the husband—into a fully dependent little.

By removing the stress, ego, and responsibility that often cause marital tension, Pampers claims to create a more balanced, harmonious household where the wife assumes a nurturing role, and the husband embraces a simpler, carefree existence.

To its supporters, it’s a long-overdue revolution. To its critics, it’s a disturbing erasure of masculinity.

“A Man Should Be a Man” – A Former Husband Speaks Out

Not everyone is thrilled with the program. Joseph, 38, once a participant in MKB, now lives alone after divorcing his wife of ten years. He remains a vocal critic of what he calls “forced regression”.

“They stripped men of everything that makes them men,” he says, his jaw tightening. “This isn’t love. It’s control.”

According to Joseph, his wife enrolled him without his full understanding. “She made it sound like therapy,” he scoffs. “Like something that would help us communicate better. But the ‘communication’ part? That was just me being told what to do while I sat there in a… in a… damn diaper.”

His fingers twitch on the table as he hesitates on the word, his cheeks flushing slightly, as if the memory itself still holds power over him.

I ask him how long he was in the program. He sighs. “Seven months.”

And when he left?

He shifts uncomfortably in his chair, avoiding eye contact. “It… took a while to adjust.”

Adjust?

His face darkens. “By the time I got out, I couldn’t even remember how to use the potty—eh, I mean toilet.”

He corrects himself quickly, but the slip is noticeable. A shadow of something uncertain flickers in his expression.

Does he still struggle with… certain habits?

His knee bounces under the table. "No. No, I’m fine now.” But he doesn’t sound convinced.

Though he claims to be fully independent again, he admits that certain instincts—like waiting for permission before making decisions—have been harder to shake.

“They train you to obey,” he mutters bitterly. “And for some guys, I guess that’s fine. But me? I lost everything.”

“He Finally Listens to Me” – A Wife’s Perspective

For Claire, 34, the experience couldn’t have been more different.

Before enrolling her husband, she says their marriage was on the verge of collapse.

“He never listened,” she explains, folding laundry as we talk. “Worked late, ignored housework, expected me to handle everything. It was like having a man-child already, just without the cute parts.”

She gestures toward the living room, where her husband—once a domineering, independent man—now sits in a soft playpen, happily occupied with colorful stacking rings.

He’s sucking a blue pacifier, his thick, crinkly Pampers diaper peeking out from beneath his cozy footed onesie. When Claire strokes his hair, he coos softly, leaning into her touch like an affectionate toddler.

“Now?” she smiles. “He actually listens.”

She explains that, in the past, every conversation turned into an argument. Now, there’s no stubbornness, no backtalk, no stress.

“When I tell him it’s naptime, he lays down. When I say he needs a change, he just giggles and lets me handle it. It’s the first time I’ve felt truly respected as a wife.”

But does he ever resist?

Claire chuckles, shaking her head. “Oh, of course. He still has little moments.”

Right on cue, her husband huffs and crosses his arms. "No change," he pouts, shaking his head. "Diaper fine."

Claire sighs. “Sweetheart, you’re soaked.”

He scowls, his lower lip jutting out petulantly—but when Claire raises an eyebrow, her voice firm yet patient, his resolve wavers.

“If you don’t let me change you,” she warns, “I’m turning off your cartoons for the rest of the day.”

His eyes widen. "Noooo!" He shakes his head frantically, the pacifier bouncing against his chest. “I be good! I be good!”

With a resigned sigh, he clambers onto the changing mat, his thick, swollen diaper squishing loudly beneath him. Claire ruffles his hair affectionately.

“See? So much easier than before,” she says with a smile.

Is This the Future of Marriage?

The Mommy Knows Best program is growing in popularity, with thousands of struggling couples enrolling every year. Pampers Corp reports that over 92% of participants choose to remain in the program permanently, claiming it strengthens marriages, eliminates conflict, and improves household harmony.

Psychologists point to reduced stress, structured routines, and positive reinforcement as key elements of its success.

And, of course, Pampers ensures that no participant ever has to worry about leaks, discomfort, or independence again.

For some, like Joseph, the program represents a loss of identity. But for women like Claire?

She simply smiles. “For the first time in my life, I’m happy. And more importantly?” She glances at her husband, who is now happily sucking his pacifier, waiting to be changed.

“So is he.”

(Sponsored in part by Pampers Corporation. Because a happy marriage starts with a happy little.)

[regressionschool]

going full toddler part 7: playtime

Marie fidgeted with the plush block in her hands, still feeling the heat in her cheeks from the conversation with Tim.

Unpotty trained for three years.

The words still rattled in her head.

But as Tim flopped back onto his tummy, grabbing another block like nothing had happened, the topic started to fade. The warmth of the playpen, the soft hum of the adults talking in the kitchen, the comfort of the plush toys around them—it all made it easier to not think.

And maybe…

Maybe Marie wanted to stop thinking.

She hesitated for only a second before placing another block on the growing tower.

Tim grinned. “Higher!” he encouraged, shoving a block toward her.

Marie giggled softly, carefully stacking another on top.

For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t hyper-aware of herself. Wasn’t constantly thinking about her diaper, her bib, or how little she looked.

She was just… playing.

Tim was too. He wasn’t teasing anymore—just focused, determined to see how high they could get the tower. He gripped his stuffed dragon under one arm while using his free hand to place a block on top.

The tower wobbled.

Marie held her breath.

Tim bit his lip.

Marie reached out, slowly—carefully—placing one last block on the top.

The tower teetered…

And then—

THUMP!

It collapsed.

Both of them gasped, then—

Tim erupted into giggles.

Marie couldn’t help it.

A laugh bubbled out of her, soft and small at first, then louder, breaking into full giggles as she flopped back against her bunny.

Tim laughed even harder, rolling onto his back, kicking his feet lazily in the air.

For a few minutes, it was just them. Just laughter and soft, crinkly movements, their plushies watching over them as they giggled at the mess of blocks around them.

Marie hadn’t laughed this freely in ages.

She didn’t even realize how relaxed she’d gotten until she felt the familiar warmth of Steve’s presence nearby.

She blinked, still grinning as she looked up—

And there they were.

Steve and… Mommy.

The word still felt strange in Marie’s head. She didn’t even know the woman’s name yet. But after what she had seen—after how easily she had lifted her, cooed at her, checked her diaper—Marie knew that she was in charge here.

And the two of them weren’t empty-handed.

Steve held a bright pink sippy cup—Marie’s.

The woman carried a baby bottle.

Tim’s.

Marie’s tummy did a weird little flip as she watched Tim’s reaction.

The moment he spotted the bottle, his whole face lit up.

His pacifier dropped from his mouth as he scrambled up onto his knees, eyes wide and eager. “Mommy!” he chirped excitedly, reaching up for her with grabby hands.

Marie stared.

She didn’t know what she was expecting. Some hesitation? Some flicker of embarrassment?

But there was none.

Tim was practically bouncing in excitement, his big boy words completely gone, his expression filled with nothing but open, innocent want as he reached for his bottle.

Mommy chuckled softly, kneeling down to his level. “Such a thirsty boy,” she cooed, brushing his hair back before pressing the nipple of the bottle to his lips.

Tim latched onto it immediately, letting out a soft little hum as he started suckling eagerly, his body visibly relaxing as the warm milk filled his mouth.

Marie swallowed.

Her fingers clenched around her bunny.

She didn’t even realize Steve had crouched down beside her until she felt the soft press of her own sippy cup being nudged into her hands.

“Here you go, princess,” he murmured. “Drink up.”

Marie hesitated.

She glanced at Tim—still suckling happily, his hands resting on his dragon, not a care in the world.

Then back at Steve—his gaze steady, warm, waiting.

She bit her lip.

And then—slowly—she took the sippy cup.

The soft plastic spout pressed against her lips, and she suckled hesitantly, a cool burst of apple juice washing over her tongue.

Her body immediately relaxed.

The moment she started drinking, she realized how thirsty she was.

She sucked softly, her fingers curling around the cup, the tension in her shoulders melting away.

Steve watched her for a moment, his smirk softening into something tender.

“There’s my good girl,” he murmured, rubbing her back.

Marie shivered.

And just like that…

She wasn’t thinking anymore.

The quiet suckling noises from beside her made her peek over at Tim.

He was still curled up with his dragon, his body visibly relaxed as he nursed eagerly from his baby bottle. His little fingers idly traced the fabric of his stuffed animal, completely at ease. His eyes fluttered slightly, his cheeks faintly pink, as if the simple act of drinking was pulling him into an even deeper sense of littleness.

Marie’s tummy did a weird little flip.

She wasn’t sure why watching him felt so… different.

Maybe because she had never seen someone so… happy in it.

Not just accepting of it.

Not just relaxed.

But thriving.

Tim didn’t just use his diapers. He never thought about anything else.

Tim didn’t just drink from his bottle. He wanted it.

And he didn’t care.

Marie’s fingers curled around her sippy cup a little tighter.

She wasn’t sure if she envied him or if it made her stomach twist with something else entirely.

Before she could think about it too much, Mommy’s voice broke through the soft suckling sounds.

“What were you two playing, sweethearts?”

Marie stiffened.

Tim, however, perked up immediately.

His bottle popped from his lips with a tiny gasp, his eyes bright with excitement as he kicked his feet happily against the playmat. “Blocks!” he chirped. “We were stacking them real high, and then they fell so loud!”

Mommy chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Oh, did they now?”

“Yeah-huh!” Tim nodded eagerly, already reaching for another block to demonstrate. “We almost made it as tall as me!”

Marie hesitated, suddenly feeling shy.

She could feel Mommy’s gaze shift toward her, waiting for her to say something.

Her fingers fidgeted against her bunny, her lips parting slightly—

But she couldn’t.

Not at first.

Not with her watching.

Her cheeks burned, and she instinctively shrank back a little, her knees pressing together as if she could hide how little she was.

Steve must have sensed it.

Because, in an instant, his hand was there.

Warm. Steady. Pressing against her back.

His touch was so casual, so familiar, but it anchored her completely.

Marie let out a soft breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

She peeked up at him hesitantly.

Steve smiled, giving her a slow, reassuring rub along her back. “Go on, princess,” he encouraged. “Tell Mommy about your game.”

Marie swallowed.

Then—

“…It was really high,” she mumbled softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mommy’s smile widened.

“Oh, was it?” she mused, reaching out to brush a few strands of Marie’s hair behind her ear. “That must have been very impressive.”

Marie’s cheeks burned.

She ducked her head, burying her face against her bunny, but—

But she smiled.

Just a little.

Tim was already stacking again, not paying attention to how flustered she was. His movements were quick and eager, his dragon tucked under one arm as he reached for more blocks.

Marie hesitated for only a second before…

She reached for a block, too.

Not because she was told to.

Not because she had to.

But because she wanted to.

And just like that, playtime continued.

Not because she needed to prove anything.

But because—

She wasn’t thinking.

She wasn’t worrying.

She was just being little.

[regressionschool]

going full toddler part 6: Confession

Marie’s stomach twisted as she squirmed in the woman’s arms, her bunny clutched tightly against her chest. The heat in her cheeks refused to fade, her mind still spinning from the humiliation of Steve so casually mentioning her accident. And now, to make matters worse, the little boy—Tim—had just giggled about his own, completely unbothered, like it was just a normal part of his day.

How?

How could he be so okay with this?

Marie dared another glance at him, her wide eyes peeking over the plush ears of her bunny. Tim wasn’t blushing. He wasn’t looking away in shame. He was just standing there, rocking a little on his heels, his pacifier still bobbing in his mouth, utterly at ease in his thick diaper.

And then—before Marie could dwell on it further—the woman shifted her hold on Marie, balancing her easily in one arm while turning toward Tim.

“Let’s get you a little more comfortable too, sweetheart,” she cooed, reaching for the straps of his shortalls.

Marie watched, heart pounding, as the woman expertly undid the buckles, letting the soft fabric slide down Tim’s legs, pooling at his feet.

She expected him to squirm. To fidget. To react in some way to being stripped down to just his diaper.

But he didn’t.

He just stood there, calmly suckling his paci, his hands playing with the hem of his dino shirt as if nothing was happening at all.

Marie’s stomach flipped.

Marie gulped.

Seeing another little so clearly padded, so clearly undeniably little, made her feel even more aware of her own diaper.

Tim didn’t even glance down as his shortalls were peeled away. He just let them fall and kicked them aside lazily before looking up at Marie again, his eyes bright with curiosity.

The woman ruffled his hair. “There. Now you match your new friend.”

Marie whimpered.

She didn’t want to match.

Marie clenched her bunny tighter.

This was so different from how she felt whenever Steve dressed her down. Whenever he stripped her of anything even remotely big-girl.

For Tim, it was just… normal.

Before she could spiral deeper into that thought, Steve stepped closer, his warm presence grounding her.

“Hey, princess,” he murmured, reaching up to cup her cheek.

Marie blinked up at him, still reeling from everything happening so quickly.

He smiled softly, rubbing his thumb along her flushed skin. “I love you with all my heart,” he whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Every little part of you.”

Marie’s breath hitched.

The knot in her chest loosened—just slightly.

Steve always knew.

Knew when she was spiraling. Knew when she was overthinking. And he always knew exactly how to stop it before it got too much.

Marie let out a small, shaky breath, nodding against his touch. “I-I love you too, Daddy…” she whispered.

His smirk softened into something more affectionate, and he gave her diaper a reassuring pat. “Good girl.”

Marie shivered.

And then—

“Well,” the woman mused, adjusting her hold on Marie before glancing at Steve. “I think these two could use some playtime, don’t you?”

Marie froze.

Playtime?

Before she could even think of protesting, the woman carried her over to the playpen, her steps smooth and unshakable. She lowered Marie inside with effortless ease, settling her down amongst the soft plushies and colorful blocks before turning back toward Tim.

“Go on, baby,” she encouraged, ruffling his hair.

Tim didn’t hesitate.

He climbed in, plopping down beside Marie without a care in the world, his thick diaper crinkling as he shifted.

Marie barely had time to process any of it before she heard the soft clink of glass.

She peeked up just in time to see Steve and the woman moving toward the kitchen, a bottle of wine appearing as if it had already been planned.

Marie’s ears burned as she caught hushed words, murmured between the two adults.

She didn’t understand what was being said, not entirely. But it was enough to make her tummy twist.

She was still sitting there, frozen, unsure, when Tim suddenly flopped onto his tummy beside her, kicking his feet lazily in the air.

Marie hesitated.

She didn’t know what to do.

She was still too aware of everything. Still too caught up in her own embarrassment.

But then—

“Who’s that?” she whispered, nodding toward the woman in the kitchen.

Tim blinked at her, sucking his pacifier once before answering.

“Mommy.”

Marie frowned.

“I—I know she’s your mommy, but…” She hesitated, lowering her voice. “What’s her name?”

Tim’s brows furrowed. He looked genuinely confused by the question.

“Mommy.”

Marie’s mouth fell open slightly.

She blinked.

Tried again.

“But—what do other people call her?”

Tim just shrugged, popping his paci back into his mouth.

“Mommy.”

Marie gaped at him.

Was he serious?

How—how could he not know?

She glanced back toward the kitchen, where Steve and the woman were still sipping wine, their voices soft, their conversation just out of reach.

She caught fragments—something about “rules,” something about “adjustments.” She strained to hear more, but—

A plush block bounced off her arm.

Marie squeaked, turning just in time to see Tim grinning at her.

“Stack?” he asked, already reaching for another block.

Marie blinked.

For a moment, she hesitated.

But then…

Her fingers twitched.

Without even thinking, she reached for the block.

Stack.

Another.

Stack.

Tim giggled.

Marie’s lips twitched.

Another block.

And another.

The tower wobbled precariously.

Marie held her breath.

Tim gave it a lightest poke—

And—

THUMP.

The whole thing tumbled down.

Tim burst into giggles, flopping onto his back as he clapped his hands.

Marie blinked.

And then—

A giggle of her own bubbled up before she could stop it.

For the first time since the woman had arrived—since Mommy had arrived—Marie forgot to be embarrassed.

She forgot to be tense.

And she let herself play.

But before she could think too much about it, Tim suddenly rolled onto his tummy, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Again?” he asked, already reaching for another block.

Marie hesitated for only a second before nodding, her fingers twitching.

“Yeah,” she whispered, a small smile forming.

And just like that, they were stacking again.

Tim worked quickly, grabbing block after block, sometimes placing them a little too fast, making the tower wobble before Marie could stabilize it.

She let out a small giggle, adjusting one of the blocks with delicate fingers.

Tim just grinned at her.

Marie’s bunny sat nearby, watching over their progress, while Tim’s well-loved stuffed dragon was tucked under his arm, his chubby fingers still gripping the plush tail as they played.

It was… nice.

Comfortable.

Tim hummed softly, his pacifier bobbing slightly as he focused.

Marie found herself watching him out of the corner of her eye.

He was so natural in all of this.

So… unbothered.

She shifted slightly, her own diaper crinkling beneath her as she moved to place another block.

And then—

A soft hissing sound broke through the quiet.

Marie stiffened.

Her eyes flickered toward Tim.

He didn’t even react.

The sound was unmistakable—she’d heard it before, felt it before—but Tim just kept stacking blocks, his pacifier still moving rhythmically, his expression unchanged.

Marie swallowed.

She knew what that meant.

He was wetting himself.

Right there, right in front of her, with absolutely no hesitation.

And he didn’t even pause.

The quiet hissing continued for another moment before finally tapering off, and Tim still gave no sign that anything had happened. He didn’t squirm, didn’t shift, didn’t even acknowledge it.

Marie’s stomach flipped.

She squirmed a little, suddenly hyper-aware of her own diaper.

Sure, she used them, but she always felt it when she did. It made her fidget, made her self-conscious.

But Tim…

He acted like it was nothing. She hesitated, fingers curling slightly around her bunny as she peeked at him nervously.

Tim, of course, just kept playing.

Not a single sign that anything had happened down there. No blush. No squirming. No little twitches that gave away he was aware of his soggy state.

Marie swallowed.

She was still thinking about it.

She shouldn’t be thinking about it.

But she was.

And she had to know.

“…Tim?” she whispered hesitantly.

Tim looked up from his stacking, blinking around his pacifier. He let it drop from his lips, the soft plastic still hanging from the clip on his shirt.

“Yeah?”

Marie fidgeted, her face burning as she tried to find the right words.

She wanted to ask—but how?

She couldn’t just say Did you just pee?

She couldn’t.

But she had to know why he was so—so calm about all of this.

So instead, she hesitated, then settled on:

“Did… did you, um… notice? When you… you know…”

Tim tilted his head, confused.

Marie squirmed.

“…went?” she finished, barely above a whisper.

Tim blinked.

Then—his lips twitched.

And then—

He giggled.

Marie’s stomach plummeted.

“What?” she squeaked, suddenly panicked. “W-What’s so funny?!”

Tim only grinned, rolling onto his side lazily, his thick diaper crinkling beneath him.

“Nothin’,” he chirped, still grinning. “Just funny how shy you are.”

Marie burned.

“I-I’m not shy!” she protested, even as she shrank back slightly.

Tim smirked at her, clearly not buying it. “Uh-huh.”

Marie pouted.

She didn’t like this.

She didn’t like that he wasn’t embarrassed.

That he didn’t seem to care.

That he wasn’t feeling that same twisting knot in his tummy that she was.

“…So you don’t notice?” she asked quietly.

Tim shrugged. “I dunno. I guess maybe?” He wiggled a little, his soggy padding pressing against him as he flopped onto his back again. “But it doesn’t matter. That’s what diapees are for.”

Marie’s face flamed.

The way he said it.

So casual.

Like it was nothing.

Like it was just—just normal.

Marie shifted again, her own diaper definitely soggier than before.

“…But don’t you—like… doesn’t it feel weird?” she tried again.

Tim blinked.

Then—grinned.

“Nah.”

Marie stared.

And then—

He dropped the bombshell.

Marie’s face flamed.

“B-But—” she stammered, shaking her head. “Don’t you ever—like—try?”

Tim snorted.

And then—before she could react—he poked her puffy diaper.

Marie squeaked, her whole body jolting at the sudden touch.

Tim giggled. “Try what?” he teased. “Holding it? Using a potty?”

Marie gulped, her cheeks burning.

“Y-Yeah,” she mumbled. “Like… you never just—”

Tim grinned even wider. “Nope.”

Marie’s stomach flipped.

She had known that was the answer, but hearing him say it so casually—so matter-of-factly—made something twist inside her.

“But—” she tried again, still desperate to understand, still trying to wrap her head around it—“like… not even a little? Not even—ever?”

Tim giggled again, flopping onto his back, his very swollen diaper squishing beneath him as he kicked his feet in the air. “Nope!”

And then—just when Marie thought her face couldn’t get any hotter—

He dropped the bombshell.

“I got unpotty trained years ago.”

Marie’s breath hitched.

Her whole body went rigid.

She stared at him, her mind struggling to even process the words.

“You—you what?” she squeaked.

Tim just grinned, his pacifier bobbing slightly as he sucked on it for a second before popping it back out.

“Unpotty trained,” he repeated, like it was nothing. “Mommy made sure I wouldn’t hafta worry about all that big-kid stuff no more.”

Marie’s brain short-circuited.

No.

No way.

That—that wasn’t real, right?

That wasn’t a thing!

But Tim was just sitting there, completely unfazed, completely comfortable in his soaked diaper, acting like what he’d just said was the most normal thing in the world.

Marie gaped at him.

She could not believe this.

“How—how long?” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

Tim tilted his head, thinking for a second. Then he shrugged.

“Dunno,” he admitted. “Maybe… three years?”

Marie’s stomach plummeted.

Three years?!

Tim had been in diapers for three whole years?!

She tried to imagine it.

Tried to picture what that would even be like.

No potty. No big-kid underwear. No trying to hold it, or think about it, or worry about it.

Just this morning, she’d thought she was a big girl. She’d felt like she still had some control over herself.

But then…

Steve had put her in diapers.

She’d wet them.

Then she’d messed them.

Then she’d been fed in a highchair.

And now?

Now she was sitting in a playpen, in a damp diaper, with  a boy who hadn’t even thought about potty training for years.

Marie’s stomach twisted.

She wasn’t like Tim.

Not yet.

But…

A part of her knew.

Knew she was never going back to those panties again.

Marie bit her lip, squeezing her bunny tighter.

She wasn’t sure if that scared her or…

If a tiny part of her wanted it to be right.

[regressionschool]

Regression School Reports: babylizzy

featuring the adorable @babylizzy

[regressionschool]

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[regressionschool]

going full toddler part 5

Marie froze.

The soft ding-dong of the doorbell still echoed in her ears, but it was nothing compared to the thud-thud-thud of her heartbeat pounding in her chest.

She sat there, trapped in her playpen, still dressed in just her oversized T-shirt and a clearly visible diaper, her bib still snug around her neck. The highchair beside her was undeniable proof of what she had just been doing. There was no hiding, no chance to run. Whoever was at the door was going to see her just like this.

Her stomach flipped.

Steve, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed. He didn’t even hesitate as he walked to the front door, his stride casual, his smirk still lingering as if he wasn’t about to let a stranger see his little girl in the most embarrassing state possible.

Marie curled into herself, gripping her bunny tight, barely daring to breathe as she watched the door swing open.

And then—

The woman stepped inside.

Marie’s breath hitched.

She was stunning.

Tall, confident, and impossibly graceful, she carried herself with an air of effortless authority. Her honey-blonde hair was swept back into a perfect, elegant ponytail, not a single strand out of place. A flowing white sundress draped over her frame, accentuating the soft curves of her figure, and her lips curled into a knowing smile the moment she laid eyes on Steve.

“Steve,” she purred, stepping forward with open arms.

Marie watched in horror as Steve smirked—as if this was completely expected—and met the woman halfway, wrapping his arms around her in an embrace so natural, so intimate that it made Marie’s stomach twist.

Oh no.

Oh no no no.

She knew what that hug meant. The way he pulled her close, the way his hand rested on the small of her back—it was the same way he touched her whenever he brought her in for cuddles, the same warmth she thought belonged to just her.

But before she could even begin to process that, Marie’s breath caught as the woman pulled away and turned her gaze directly on her.

Her golden-brown eyes lit up at the sight.

“Oh,” she murmured, her voice rich with amusement. “Well, isn’t she just precious?”

Marie’s entire body locked up.

She wanted to disappear. Wanted to shrink into the floor, wanted to dive into the plush blankets of the playpen and vanish before this elegant, beautiful woman could get a better look at her.

But it was too late.

The woman was already stepping forward, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor.

Marie barely registered the movement beside her—only now noticing the boy standing just behind the woman.

He was dressed in shortalls—light blue, soft-looking fabric with an embroidered dinosaur peeking out of the pocket, revealing the unmistakable bulk of a thick diaper beneath. His T-shirt was a matching green, the cartoon dino on the front grinning happily. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his lips pressed around a pacifier as he suckled quietly, but his eyes were wide and curious as he stared right at her.

Marie’s stomach plummeted.

Another little.

Another diapered little.

Watching her.

Her hands gripped her bunny even tighter, her toes curling as her crinkly padding reminded her of exactly how little she was right now.

And then—

A warm hand slid under her chin.

Marie squeaked, her whole body stiffening as the woman crouched down, tilting her face up with gentle but unshakable authority.

“You must be Marie,” the woman murmured, her tone soft but full of something deeper—something that made Marie’s tummy flip. “Stevie’s told me so much about his little princess.”

Marie’s lips parted, but no words came out.

She was stunned.

Trapped in the woman’s gaze, frozen under her touch.

And then—before she could even process what was happening—the woman leaned in, brushing a kiss to her forehead, the soft floral scent of her perfume surrounding her, making Marie feel impossibly small.

It was warm. Maternal.

And then…..

Squish.

Marie gasped.

The woman’s other hand had drifted down—trailing over Marie’s tummy, her bib, and lower—before pressing gently against the front of her diaper.

Marie whimpered, her entire body going rigid as a wave of shame crashed over her.

“Oh, sweetheart,” the woman cooed, tilting her head as she gave the damp padding another deliberate squeeze. “You’re already a little soggy, aren’t you?”

Marie whimpered softly, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as the woman’s warm palm lingered on the front of her diaper, pressing just enough to remind her exactly how little she was.

She felt utterly exposed.

And yet, the woman looked completely unbothered—like checking Marie’s diaper was the most natural thing in the world.

Steve’s chuckle sent another wave of heat crawling up Marie’s neck. “She’s a little damp, but I changed her just before lunch,” he mused, his voice rich with amusement. “Had to—this little princess had her first messy diaper right before I put her in her highchair.”

Marie’s heart stopped.

She squeaked, her entire body jolting as if she could somehow take back the words that had already been spoken. Her breath hitched, her hands clamping down hard over her bunny as shame crashed over her like a tidal wave.

No.

No, no, no.

Why—why did he have to say that?!

It was one thing for this woman to see her in a wet diaper. But this—this was worse. This was humiliating.

This woman—this stranger—who’s name she didn’t even know yet, now knew one of the most intimate, most embarrassing things about her. That just an hour ago, she had completely filled her diaper like the helpless little baby she was.

Marie could barely breathe, her entire body trembling with shame.

She chanced a glance up—just a tiny one—only to find the woman’s eyes twinkling with warmth and amusement.

“Oh, sweet girl,” the woman purred, her thumb gently stroking Marie’s cheek as if she could feel her embarrassment. “You really are just Daddy’s little baby, aren’t you?”

Marie whimpered, her face burning, but she couldn’t look away.

And then—

“Well,” the woman continued, still cupping Marie’s cheek with one hand while giving her diaper one last firm squeeze with the other, “I suppose you and Tim are more alike than I thought.”

Marie blinked, confused, her lip still trembling.

Tim?

Slowly, her wide eyes flickered past the woman’s shoulder—to the little boy still standing quietly behind her.

And before Marie could even process what she meant—

“Oh yeah,” the woman added casually, as if she were talking about the weather. “Tim already had his poopy Pampers first thing this morning.”

Marie’s jaw dropped.

Her stomach flipped.

Did she—did she really just—

Her gaze snapped back to the little boy in horror.

And what did she find?

Tim, grinning behind his pacifier, completely unbothered.

No blush. No shame. No embarrassment at all.

Just… a tiny giggle.

A tiny, amused, carefree giggle, like this wasn’t even a big deal.

Like he knew exactly what he was, and he didn’t care.

Marie could barely breathe.

How—how was he so okay with this?!

She felt like she was dying from the sheer humiliation of Steve mentioning her accident. Meanwhile, this boy had just admitted—completely casually—that he’d messed his diaper hours ago, and he was giggling about it?!

Marie couldn’t handle it.

Her hands flew up to her face, pressing her bunny tight against her burning cheeks as she squirmed helplessly in the woman’s arms.

“Oh, don’t be so shy, sweetheart,” the woman teased, bouncing Marie slightly as if she were just a fussy little baby. “It’s just part of being a little one, isn’t it?”

Marie squeaked.

She wanted to disappear.

But the woman just chuckled, as if Marie’s flustered state only amused her more.

Steve, of course, looked thoroughly entertained.

“I tried telling her that earlier,” he mused, crossing his arms as he leaned lazily against the doorway. “She’s still getting used to it.”

The woman hummed, clearly pleased. “Well, I suppose that’s what this weekend is for, isn’t it?”

Marie swallowed hard, her stomach twisting.

What—what did that mean?

[regressionschool]

Dave’s Valentine

Dave sighed as he loosened his tie, rolling his shoulders after a long day. Valentine’s Day or not, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of dressing up again just to sit through an overpriced dinner. The expectations, the small talk, the reservations—it all felt like a checklist he had to complete.

Still, he made his way toward the bedroom, expecting to find Emily zipping up a dress, maybe fixing her makeup in the mirror. Instead, as he pushed open the door, the sight that greeted him nearly made him stumble.

Emily wasn’t dressed for a fancy restaurant.

She was sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt—the one with a sleepy cartoon kitten on the front. But below that…

His breath caught.

A thick, white diaper crinkled softly as she shifted, the padding unmistakable between her thighs. She was playing with the hem of her shirt absentmindedly, but the way her lips curled into a knowing smirk told him this was anything but casual.

His heart pounded.

She noticed.

“Aww,” Emily cooed, tilting her head. “Something wrong, babe?”

Dave tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat. He swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck, willing himself to sound casual. “I—uh—wasn’t expecting… this.”

Emily giggled. “I know.” She stretched her legs out, letting the padding peek even more. “Thought I’d give you a Valentine’s surprise this year.”

Dave felt his face grow hot. He had never outright told her about his fascination. Not fully. There had been hints, little moments where his interest lingered too long, where his eyes flickered to certain things with too much curiosity. But he had never imagined she’d actually—

Emily tapped her chin playfully. “You’re awfully quiet,” she teased. “Usually, when I wear something cute, you at least manage a ‘wow.’”

Dave let out a weak chuckle, shaking his head. “This is… a lot.”

She crawled toward him, stopping at the edge of the bed, looking up at him with wide, mischievous eyes. “A lot of what?”

He exhaled, his hands flexing at his sides. “A lot of… temptation.”

Emily’s grin widened. “That’s the idea.”

Slowly, she brought her thumb to her lips, giving it a delicate suck before blinking up at him sweetly. Then, in a soft, sing-song voice, she whispered,

“Daddy… do you still wanna go out for dinner… or do you wanna stay home with your princess?”

Dave didn’t even need to answer.

The way he stepped forward said everything.

[regressionschool]

Vickie’s Valentine

Vickie sat on the floor, her legs splayed out in a clumsy, unladylike sprawl as she hugged the massive teddy bear tight to her chest. Her fingers clutched at its soft fur, little whimpers escaping her lips as she rocked slightly, frustration bubbling up like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum.

“Dis not fair!” she huffed, puffing out her cheeks. “I—I don’ wan’ dis anymore! Take it back!”

James raised an amused brow, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her pout and squirm. “Take what back, sweetheart?”

She glared at him, her lip wobbling. “You—you know!” she whined, stomping her foot against the carpet. “Da bear! Da dumb, dumb bear!” She squeezed it tighter even as she shouted, the contradiction completely lost on her regressed mind.

James chuckled, stepping closer. “But I thought you loved your Valentine’s bear, princess.”

Vickie let out a frustrated noise, shaking her head so hard her pigtails bounced. “Did! But now I don’! Now—now is bad!” Her words came out in choppy, childish syllables, and she let out a huff, rubbing at her eyes as if the frustration itself was making her sleepy.

James knelt in front of her, his gaze flicking to the way she shifted—squirming, fidgeting. The slight crinkle beneath her was unmistakable, and so was the telltale way she pressed her thighs together, the dazed, unconcerned look crossing her features.

She wasn’t even trying anymore.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, gently prying the bear from her grip. She whined but didn’t fight him, her hands balling into little fists at her sides. “What’s the matter?”

Vickie sniffled, blinking up at him with glassy eyes. “Dumb bear…” she muttered. “M-Made me all… all fuzzy… made me tawk dumb…” Her lip trembled, her voice wobbly, like she was barely keeping it together. “An’… an’…” She swallowed, her fingers curling into her skirt, tugging at the hem anxiously. “I—’m not spos’d to need diapees…”

James tilted his head, watching as realization flickered across her face, slow and distant, like it was only just registering. She let out a tiny, breathy gasp, her eyes going wide.

“Did… did I go potty jus’ now?” she whispered.

James smiled softly, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore, sweetheart.”

Vickie let out a high-pitched whimper, shaking her head. “Nuh-uh! Wan’ be big! Wan’ be big again!” But her voice was getting higher, needier, more frantic—like she was trying to convince herself.

James brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch soft, slow—like he was handling something delicate. “Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed. “But wouldn’t that mean givin’ up Teddy?”

Vickie froze. Her breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the bear’s plush fur. Give him up? No more snuggles, no more warm, fuzzy safety? The thought made her tummy feel all twisty and wrong. She shook her head quickly, but then hesitated, her lip wobbling.

She wanted to be big again. Right?

Didn’t she?

Her thoughts felt all foggy, hard to hold onto, like trying to catch bubbles only for them to pop in her hands. “B-But…” she mumbled, her voice growing smaller. “I… I dunno…”

James smiled, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “That’s okay, princess,” he murmured. “You don’t gotta decide right now.”

Vickie swallowed, but the words were already slipping from her mind. The bear was so soft. So warm.

Her grip loosened as she nestled against it, her body relaxing, her pouty protests melting into tiny, sleepy sniffles.

Maybe she’d think about it later.

[regressionschool]

A quick reminder, that I am happy to write more personals :)

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Bio Age: 18 (but counting down the months until 19!) Little Age: Toddler with the occasional newborn tendencies—think tiny giggles, sleepy snuggles, and just a hint of adorable chaos. Maturity Level: “Very mature” (until it’s time for cuddles and comfort). A touch too independent at times, though, because asking for help? That's a big step, even for a growing little!

Potty Untraining Status: Diaper training is a work in progress! While FUSIN's nighttime efforts are showing promise (waking up wet some mornings when padded), there’s still room for some bedtime consistency. The energy to diaper up after a long day of work might not always be there, but let's be honest—if a doting Daddy insisted, FUSIN wouldn’t argue one bit.

Favorite Comforts:

Stuffies: Dottie the beloved. This snuggly companion is non-negotiable; no Dottie, no dreams.

Cuddles: Big spoon, little spoon, or all wrapped up like a burrito—yes, please!

Dino Nuggies: Crunchy, shaped chicken magic = happiness on a plate.

Chocolate Milk: Because nothing screams “adorable little” like a sippy cup of sweet, chocolatey comfort.

Toys: FUSIN's not big into traditional little toys, but let’s just say the “adult” variety has their attention.

Disclaimer: Regression School reminds all prospective caregivers that the information above is as provided by the applicant. Truthfulness cannot be guaranteed, but the cuteness definitely can.

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[regressionschool]

What tumblr authors for diaper stories do you recommend?

That's an excellent question! Reading stories is a big part of why I write ABDL stories and captions. I also draw a lot of inspiration from the many other talented people in this community.

Below, you'll find a list without any specific order. I'm also 100% certain that I've forgotten many great writers and storytellers. @personalias

@all4thedips

@just4n0th3rus3r (mostly on Deviantart)

@thecradlequill

@junipercommunes

@destinedfordiapers

@welcome-to-alteredstates

@something-misremembered

@omnomnomdomcaps

@the-bunni-story-corner

@mellowsadistic

@curiouslittletoddler

@akumialice

@drdaddy19

@diapergirlstories

@regressionrevolution

@babywriter

@paddedlittleparadise

@brattyprettysub2 I really love a few works that are outside of tumlbr that i just have to mention: I adore Babystars Comics over at [link]

Princesspottypants is a big part of why I love captions [link]

And PieceofSoaps games are out of this world [link] Below you'll find a few stories/captions linked that I really enjoyed reading. They Grow Up so Quickly

Playground Rivalry

It’s the third day that usually breaks them.

You'll smell the difference

Huggies Playmates

the playground

Little Space, Big Mess

[regressionschool]

going full toddler part 4

Steve cradled Marie in his arms for a moment longer, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her head. The scent of baby powder and fresh linen surrounded her, mixing with the lingering sweetness of the juice Daddy had given her earlier. She felt safe, small, and completely taken care of.

And now, it was time for lunch.

“Alright, princess,” Steve murmured, gently shifting her in his arms. “Let’s get you settled in your highchair. Can’t have my little girl getting all cranky because her tummy’s empty, now can we?”

Marie’s cheeks flushed. The highchair. She had spotted it when they first arrived, standing proudly in the cozy kitchen of their weekend cottage, its sturdy wooden frame painted a soft white, with a cushioned seat made just for her. At the time, she had tried to ignore it, to act like it wasn’t really for her—like she didn’t belong in it. But now, after everything, the thought of being strapped in and spoon-fed made her tummy flip in a completely different way.

Still, part of her hesitated.

“B-But Daddy, I can—”

She never finished the sentence.

Steve’s smirk was knowing as he cut her off with a firm squeeze on her padded bottom. The fresh diaper crinkled audibly, a stark contrast to the wet, squishy one she had been wearing just minutes ago. “What was that, princess?” he teased, shifting her higher in his arms. “You can what? Feed yourself? Sit at the table like a big girl?”

Marie’s face burned as she buried it against his shoulder, whining softly. She couldn’t say it—not when she was still wearing nothing but a diaper and her soft, oversized T-shirt. She was not a big girl right now. And Daddy knew it.

Steve chuckled at her reaction, rubbing slow circles on her back as he carried her through the open-concept space of the cottage. The high ceilings and wide windows let in plenty of warm afternoon light, making everything feel so peaceful, so right.

As they entered the kitchen, Marie peeked up just in time to see the highchair again, waiting for her, looking far too inviting now that she was properly little. The tray was already attached, a bib resting neatly on top, waiting to be fastened around her neck.

She squirmed slightly, but Steve was already settling her down.

With practiced ease, he lowered her into the cushioned seat, pressing her back gently against the support before guiding her legs into place. Marie sucked in a tiny breath at the familiar feeling of the safety strap being pulled up snug between her legs, securing her in place. The thick padding of her diaper squished slightly beneath her, making her whimper softly.

“Shh, baby,” Steve soothed as he clicked the tray into place, locking her in with a quiet click. “There we go. All nice and secure, just how my little girl should be.”

Marie bit her lip, her toes curling as she tested the restraint. She wiggled slightly, but the tray pressed gently against her tummy, and the harness held her snugly. There was no getting out. No pretending she was anything but a helpless little one waiting to be fed by her Daddy.

Steve leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “No escape now, princess,” he teased. “Guess that means you have to be a good girl for Daddy, huh?”

Marie whimpered, squirming slightly in the seat, her cheeks pink. “M-Maybe…” she mumbled, her fingers fidgeting on the tray.

Steve smirked, reaching for her sippy cup first. “You’re probably still thirsty, baby. Drink up for me.”

Marie accepted the cup hesitantly, bringing the soft spout to her lips. She suckled slowly, the cool water refreshing after the sweet, thick juice Daddy had given her earlier. With each sip, she felt herself relaxing even more, the last remnants of her big-girl thoughts slipping away.

Steve watched her with quiet amusement, his sharp eyes taking in every little detail—how she held the cup with both hands, how her lips wrapped around the spout so naturally, how her body seemed to melt into the moment.

When she was finished, he took the cup back and set it aside before reaching for the bib.

Marie’s breath hitched.

She could handle the highchair, the sippy cup… but the bib was always the final step. The moment Daddy fastened it around her neck, there would be no denying what she was.

His little baby.

Her stomach fluttered as Steve lifted the bib, unfolding the soft, waterproof fabric. The pastel pink material had a small embroidered bunny on the front, and Marie barely had time to take in the sight before Steve was slipping it around her neck, fastening it securely.

“There we go,” he murmured, adjusting it slightly so it sat just right. “Now we don’t have to worry about my messy little girl getting food all over herself.”

Marie whimpered softly, instinctively reaching up to touch the edge of the bib. It crinkled slightly under her fingers, a constant, unavoidable reminder of just how small she was.

Steve chuckled at her reaction before turning toward the counter, grabbing the bowl he had prepared earlier.

The moment Marie saw what was inside, she squirmed.

It was mush.

A thick, warm blend of oatmeal and fruit puree, mixed to the perfect consistency for spoon-feeding.

Marie’s tummy flipped. She knew Daddy had been teasing her about being messy, but now she really wasn’t going to have a choice.

Steve smirked as he grabbed a plastic spoon, scooping up a spoonful of the warm, creamy mixture. He held it up in front of her lips, his voice soft but firm.

“Open up, sweetheart.”

Marie hesitated.

She fidgeted slightly, her fingers tapping against the tray, her toes curling. The food smelled good, and she was hungry, but—

“Princess.”

Her breath caught at the tone in his voice. Daddy wasn’t going to let her wiggle her way out of this.

Slowly, hesitantly, she parted her lips.

Steve wasted no time, slipping the spoon between them and pressing the soft food onto her tongue. The taste was sweet, comforting, just the right amount of warmth. Marie let out a tiny whimper as she swallowed.

“There’s my good girl,” Steve praised, already scooping up another bite. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Marie pouted slightly, but she opened her mouth again when he brought the next spoonful to her lips.

And just like that, the rest of the meal passed in a blur of gentle spoonfuls and warm praise.

Steve fed her slowly, deliberately, watching as she sunk deeper into her little space with every bite. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy, her hands completely still on the tray—no longer fidgeting, no longer trying to act like a big girl.

By the time the bowl was empty, Marie was a giggly, squirmy mess. Bits of mush clung to her lips, a tiny smear of banana on her chin.

Steve chuckled, reaching up to wipe her mouth with the corner of her bib. “You are a messy little thing,” he teased.

Marie giggled softly, too far gone to care.

Steve finished cleaning her up, then leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Such a good girl for Daddy,” he murmured, rubbing her back. “Now… I think it’s time for some cuddles, don’t you?”

Marie’s eyes lit up instantly.

Steve chuckled at her reaction before reaching for the tray’s latch, unlocking it with a quiet click. He unfastened her harness next, then lifted her effortlessly from the highchair, cradling her against his chest.

Steve carried Marie into the living room, her body molding against his as he rubbed soothing circles on her back. Her tummy was full, her limbs warm and heavy, and her mind was lost in the soft haze of little space. She barely even noticed when he lowered her back into the playpen, only whimpering softly as the thick padding of her fresh diaper crinkled beneath her.

“There we go, baby girl,” Steve cooed, adjusting the hem of her oversized t-shirt before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Daddy’s gonna clean up lunch, and you can play for a little bit. Sound good?”

Marie nodded sleepily, her fingers already reaching for her stuffed bunny. She rubbed its soft ears between her fingers, eyes half-lidded in contentment.

Steve chuckled, ruffling her hair before standing up. “That’s my good girl.”

As he disappeared into the kitchen, Marie settled back into her playpen, surrounded by her favorite toys. The plush blocks from earlier were still scattered about, waiting to be stacked again. She absently picked one up, turning it over in her hands before placing it carefully on top of another.

Stack.

Another block.

Stack.

Marie sucked her bottom lip, her brow furrowing in deep concentration as she carefully added more, her pigtails swaying slightly with each tiny movement. The thick bulk of her diaper crinkled softly beneath her as she shifted, but she barely noticed—too focused on building her wobbly tower higher and higher.

She lost herself in the simple, repetitive motions, the soft thumps of the plush blocks falling and the satisfying feeling of stacking them back up again. Her legs splayed lazily, her tummy still warm from lunch, her mind drifting deeper and deeper into her little world.

Until—

A tiny twinge in her bladder made her pause.

At first, she barely reacted, just shifting slightly in place. The thick padding hugged her snugly, soft and familiar. But then, the sensation came again—a gentle, insistent reminder that she needed to go.

Marie chewed her lip, hesitating.

She could call for Daddy. She could tell him she needed the potty.

But that wasn’t what little girls in playpens did.

Little girls in playpens didn’t ask.

They just… let go.

Marie squirmed, gripping her bunny a little tighter as the pressure built. Her toes curled slightly, her legs shifting again, the familiar crinkle beneath her sending a wave of warmth through her chest.

And then—

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed, her body melting into the moment as warmth spread through her diaper, soaking into the thick, fluffy padding beneath her.

She shivered slightly, her fingers tightening on her bunny.

It felt nice.

The warmth, the slow, inevitable squish as the wetness spread, the way her body let go so easily—it made her feel impossibly small, impossibly safe. She whimpered softly, rubbing her cheek against her bunny’s fur, letting the sensation sink in.

And just as she started to wiggle again, reveling in her new soggy state—

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang.

Marie froze.

Her eyes went wide, her entire body going stiff as the realization hit her.

Someone was at the door.

And she was sitting in the middle of the living room, dressed in nothing but a crinkly, wet diaper and her soft t-shirt, surrounded by plush blocks and stuffed animals.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her face flooding with heat.

From the kitchen, Steve’s voice was casual, unbothered.

“Oh? Looks like we have a visitor.”

Marie’s stomach flipped.

A visitor.

While she was sitting here like this.

Before she could even think to move, before she could even begin to process the idea of hiding, Steve’s footsteps were already approaching.

And then—

He smirked down at her, eyes twinkling.

“Looks like someone’s a little soggy,” he teased, crouching down to press a firm hand against the front of her wet diaper. The telltale squish made Marie whimper, her entire body trembling at the touch.

“Daddy—” she squeaked, barely able to form words, but Steve just chuckled.

“Hush, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “Be good and stay right here. Daddy’s going to see who it is.”

Marie could only squirm, her breath coming quicker, her soggy diaper very noticeable now as she sat there, helpless and blushing, listening as Steve moved toward the front door.

Her heart pounded.

Who was at the door?

Would they come inside?

Would they see her?

Marie sucked in a breath, clutching her bunny tighter as Steve reached for the handle.

And then—

The door opened.

[regressionschool]

going full toddler part 4

Steve cradled Marie in his arms for a moment longer, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her head. The scent of baby powder and fresh linen surrounded her, mixing with the lingering sweetness of the juice Daddy had given her earlier. She felt safe, small, and completely taken care of.

And now, it was time for lunch.

“Alright, princess,” Steve murmured, gently shifting her in his arms. “Let’s get you settled in your highchair. Can’t have my little girl getting all cranky because her tummy’s empty, now can we?”

Marie’s cheeks flushed. The highchair. She had spotted it when they first arrived, standing proudly in the cozy kitchen of their weekend cottage, its sturdy wooden frame painted a soft white, with a cushioned seat made just for her. At the time, she had tried to ignore it, to act like it wasn’t really for her—like she didn’t belong in it. But now, after everything, the thought of being strapped in and spoon-fed made her tummy flip in a completely different way.

Still, part of her hesitated.

“B-But Daddy, I can—”

She never finished the sentence.

Steve’s smirk was knowing as he cut her off with a firm squeeze on her padded bottom. The fresh diaper crinkled audibly, a stark contrast to the wet, squishy one she had been wearing just minutes ago. “What was that, princess?” he teased, shifting her higher in his arms. “You can what? Feed yourself? Sit at the table like a big girl?”

Marie’s face burned as she buried it against his shoulder, whining softly. She couldn’t say it—not when she was still wearing nothing but a diaper and her soft, oversized T-shirt. She was not a big girl right now. And Daddy knew it.

Steve chuckled at her reaction, rubbing slow circles on her back as he carried her through the open-concept space of the cottage. The high ceilings and wide windows let in plenty of warm afternoon light, making everything feel so peaceful, so right.

As they entered the kitchen, Marie peeked up just in time to see the highchair again, waiting for her, looking far too inviting now that she was properly little. The tray was already attached, a bib resting neatly on top, waiting to be fastened around her neck.

She squirmed slightly, but Steve was already settling her down.

With practiced ease, he lowered her into the cushioned seat, pressing her back gently against the support before guiding her legs into place. Marie sucked in a tiny breath at the familiar feeling of the safety strap being pulled up snug between her legs, securing her in place. The thick padding of her diaper squished slightly beneath her, making her whimper softly.

“Shh, baby,” Steve soothed as he clicked the tray into place, locking her in with a quiet click. “There we go. All nice and secure, just how my little girl should be.”

Marie bit her lip, her toes curling as she tested the restraint. She wiggled slightly, but the tray pressed gently against her tummy, and the harness held her snugly. There was no getting out. No pretending she was anything but a helpless little one waiting to be fed by her Daddy.

Steve leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “No escape now, princess,” he teased. “Guess that means you have to be a good girl for Daddy, huh?”

Marie whimpered, squirming slightly in the seat, her cheeks pink. “M-Maybe…” she mumbled, her fingers fidgeting on the tray.

Steve smirked, reaching for her sippy cup first. “You’re probably still thirsty, baby. Drink up for me.”

Marie accepted the cup hesitantly, bringing the soft spout to her lips. She suckled slowly, the cool water refreshing after the sweet, thick juice Daddy had given her earlier. With each sip, she felt herself relaxing even more, the last remnants of her big-girl thoughts slipping away.

Steve watched her with quiet amusement, his sharp eyes taking in every little detail—how she held the cup with both hands, how her lips wrapped around the spout so naturally, how her body seemed to melt into the moment.

When she was finished, he took the cup back and set it aside before reaching for the bib.

Marie’s breath hitched.

She could handle the highchair, the sippy cup… but the bib was always the final step. The moment Daddy fastened it around her neck, there would be no denying what she was.

His little baby.

Her stomach fluttered as Steve lifted the bib, unfolding the soft, waterproof fabric. The pastel pink material had a small embroidered bunny on the front, and Marie barely had time to take in the sight before Steve was slipping it around her neck, fastening it securely.

“There we go,” he murmured, adjusting it slightly so it sat just right. “Now we don’t have to worry about my messy little girl getting food all over herself.”

Marie whimpered softly, instinctively reaching up to touch the edge of the bib. It crinkled slightly under her fingers, a constant, unavoidable reminder of just how small she was.

Steve chuckled at her reaction before turning toward the counter, grabbing the bowl he had prepared earlier.

The moment Marie saw what was inside, she squirmed.

It was mush.

A thick, warm blend of oatmeal and fruit puree, mixed to the perfect consistency for spoon-feeding.

Marie’s tummy flipped. She knew Daddy had been teasing her about being messy, but now she really wasn’t going to have a choice.

Steve smirked as he grabbed a plastic spoon, scooping up a spoonful of the warm, creamy mixture. He held it up in front of her lips, his voice soft but firm.

“Open up, sweetheart.”

Marie hesitated.

She fidgeted slightly, her fingers tapping against the tray, her toes curling. The food smelled good, and she was hungry, but—

“Princess.”

Her breath caught at the tone in his voice. Daddy wasn’t going to let her wiggle her way out of this.

Slowly, hesitantly, she parted her lips.

Steve wasted no time, slipping the spoon between them and pressing the soft food onto her tongue. The taste was sweet, comforting, just the right amount of warmth. Marie let out a tiny whimper as she swallowed.

“There’s my good girl,” Steve praised, already scooping up another bite. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Marie pouted slightly, but she opened her mouth again when he brought the next spoonful to her lips.

And just like that, the rest of the meal passed in a blur of gentle spoonfuls and warm praise.

Steve fed her slowly, deliberately, watching as she sunk deeper into her little space with every bite. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy, her hands completely still on the tray—no longer fidgeting, no longer trying to act like a big girl.

By the time the bowl was empty, Marie was a giggly, squirmy mess. Bits of mush clung to her lips, a tiny smear of banana on her chin.

Steve chuckled, reaching up to wipe her mouth with the corner of her bib. “You are a messy little thing,” he teased.

Marie giggled softly, too far gone to care.

Steve finished cleaning her up, then leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Such a good girl for Daddy,” he murmured, rubbing her back. “Now… I think it’s time for some cuddles, don’t you?”

Marie’s eyes lit up instantly.

Steve chuckled at her reaction before reaching for the tray’s latch, unlocking it with a quiet click. He unfastened her harness next, then lifted her effortlessly from the highchair, cradling her against his chest.

Steve carried Marie into the living room, her body molding against his as he rubbed soothing circles on her back. Her tummy was full, her limbs warm and heavy, and her mind was lost in the soft haze of little space. She barely even noticed when he lowered her back into the playpen, only whimpering softly as the thick padding of her fresh diaper crinkled beneath her.

“There we go, baby girl,” Steve cooed, adjusting the hem of her oversized t-shirt before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Daddy’s gonna clean up lunch, and you can play for a little bit. Sound good?”

Marie nodded sleepily, her fingers already reaching for her stuffed bunny. She rubbed its soft ears between her fingers, eyes half-lidded in contentment.

Steve chuckled, ruffling her hair before standing up. “That’s my good girl.”

As he disappeared into the kitchen, Marie settled back into her playpen, surrounded by her favorite toys. The plush blocks from earlier were still scattered about, waiting to be stacked again. She absently picked one up, turning it over in her hands before placing it carefully on top of another.

Stack.

Another block.

Stack.

Marie sucked her bottom lip, her brow furrowing in deep concentration as she carefully added more, her pigtails swaying slightly with each tiny movement. The thick bulk of her diaper crinkled softly beneath her as she shifted, but she barely noticed—too focused on building her wobbly tower higher and higher.

She lost herself in the simple, repetitive motions, the soft thumps of the plush blocks falling and the satisfying feeling of stacking them back up again. Her legs splayed lazily, her tummy still warm from lunch, her mind drifting deeper and deeper into her little world.

Until—

A tiny twinge in her bladder made her pause.

At first, she barely reacted, just shifting slightly in place. The thick padding hugged her snugly, soft and familiar. But then, the sensation came again—a gentle, insistent reminder that she needed to go.

Marie chewed her lip, hesitating.

She could call for Daddy. She could tell him she needed the potty.

But that wasn’t what little girls in playpens did.

Little girls in playpens didn’t ask.

They just… let go.

Marie squirmed, gripping her bunny a little tighter as the pressure built. Her toes curled slightly, her legs shifting again, the familiar crinkle beneath her sending a wave of warmth through her chest.

And then—

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed, her body melting into the moment as warmth spread through her diaper, soaking into the thick, fluffy padding beneath her.

She shivered slightly, her fingers tightening on her bunny.

It felt nice.

The warmth, the slow, inevitable squish as the wetness spread, the way her body let go so easily—it made her feel impossibly small, impossibly safe. She whimpered softly, rubbing her cheek against her bunny’s fur, letting the sensation sink in.

And just as she started to wiggle again, reveling in her new soggy state—

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang.

Marie froze.

Her eyes went wide, her entire body going stiff as the realization hit her.

Someone was at the door.

And she was sitting in the middle of the living room, dressed in nothing but a crinkly, wet diaper and her soft t-shirt, surrounded by plush blocks and stuffed animals.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her face flooding with heat.

From the kitchen, Steve’s voice was casual, unbothered.

“Oh? Looks like we have a visitor.”

Marie’s stomach flipped.

A visitor.

While she was sitting here like this.

Before she could even think to move, before she could even begin to process the idea of hiding, Steve’s footsteps were already approaching.

And then—

He smirked down at her, eyes twinkling.

“Looks like someone’s a little soggy,” he teased, crouching down to press a firm hand against the front of her wet diaper. The telltale squish made Marie whimper, her entire body trembling at the touch.

“Daddy—” she squeaked, barely able to form words, but Steve just chuckled.

“Hush, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “Be good and stay right here. Daddy’s going to see who it is.”

Marie could only squirm, her breath coming quicker, her soggy diaper very noticeable now as she sat there, helpless and blushing, listening as Steve moved toward the front door.

Her heart pounded.

Who was at the door?

Would they come inside?

Would they see her?

Marie sucked in a breath, clutching her bunny tighter as Steve reached for the handle.

And then—

The door opened.