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  1. The start of another story. I wrote this one ages ago, and it's been available on Amazon for years, but I'd love to share it with anyone who hasn't seen it before. So if there's anyone who's like me to keep on posting this one, please let me know There's a little relationship drama there, and someone who really needs a break from that drama so she can be a toddler again. A Little Break - Day 1 / Chapter 1: Introduction "You want to talk to somebody?" It was a tough question, but I knew I had to ask. I might not like what she had to say, and she might not want to tell me. But I knew Lynn had been through some pretty tough times lately, and if I couldn't do anything else I could at least offer a disinterested ear for any personal problems. "You've seen the shitstorm on Facebook, everybody knows more about me than they'd ever want to." She wasn't crying, but the bitterness in her voice made it clear that was more through force of will than any level of happiness. She could be on the point of breaking down in despair or lashing out in rage, or balancing an a narrow tightrope of sanity between the two with an equal pull in either direction. "I haven't," I answered, wishing I was close enough to offer a hug. "Lynn, I saw enough to realise a bunch of guys I don't know are being assholes to an old friend. I don't want to know what they have to say, because I know it won't be the truth. If you want to tell me what's happened, then I'll know, and you know I won't judge you.for anything. If you don't want to talk, then it's none of my business." "You want to know?" "A lot of problems are easier to deal with if you share them. I want to help you if I can." "You're not going to join in the slanderfest, or–" "Lynn," I interrupted, hoping it was the right thing to set her mind at rest. "I've been kicked out of online sadomasochist communities because of the things I'm interested in. I have to keep some things hidden even from groups whose defining feature is accepting other people's quirks. I'm not going to look down on anyone, because I know what it's like. And I doubt there's anything you can say that I haven't heard before. I'm not going to demand you tell me, because that's not my place. But if you want to share the situation with somebody who'll still be here for you..." "Thanks," she nodded slowly. "I think you must have some idea what's going on anyway. Everybody's talking about it, right?" "I've not been to a convention in four years. I don't hear anything from most of the people you know, I guessed that's why you got back in touch. I just know there's a bunch of people calling you all kinds of things that I'd rather not believe. I think I saw like one picture, but I don't know why that's got anyone so upset." The picture had been a typical selfie, showing off a new outfit, and seemed to be where this whole mess had started. I'd noticed it, a little smile to see that Lynn had her hair in bunches again, just like she had in college. I'd noticed a pacifier on the table behind her. I'd seen the top comment from a mutual friend asking if they were expecting a baby, and her husband Clark had given a multi-page response with such bile in the first few words that I'd stopped reading before finding out what he was so angry about. But the same picture had popped up every time I checked my messages for a few days, and it had been a real effort of will not to dive into the hundreds of replies from people I didn't know and people who must have changed so much since we'd last spoken. Lynn's later posts had been deliberately vague, trying to keep on with the normal blend of online socialising. But she'd attracted nothing but hate from people who were supposed to be her friends. And a week later, she was sending me a message out of the blue, asking if my current flatmates would have a problem with a couch-surfing friend. She needed a break, she said, cabin fever or something spending every day with the same few people. "You didn't see Clark's rant?" "I saw a wall of text, and people responding with angry or sympathetic cartoon faces. I don't read stuff like that online, especially when it's someone I don't really know talking about an old friend." "Thanks. Guess you're the only friend I got left now, then." This time, I could offer a hug. I didn't think about what was appropriate, I just saw a good friend – no matter how many years we hadn't really talked for – on the verge of tears. I put my arms round her shoulders and held her head against my chest as she started to sob. And maybe for once I found the right thing to do. She held me tightly and cried. I didn't say anything else, I didn't want to bring bad memories to the surface. Sometimes just being there is enough to help. "I think I want you to know," Lynn muttered indistinctly after a few minutes. "Before you offer me space here, you deserve to know what I've done so even Clark doesn't want me around. Better to hear it from me, before I got my hopes up." "I don't let my friends down," I said, "There's nothing you could say that would change that. You can tell me, but don't get worried about that. And if you're nervous about telling me, maybe I can help with that. If you want me to." "You have ways of making me talk?" A momentary grin broke through the storm of emotions, as she remembered something that had once made her smile a lot. "You're still practising that hypnosis thing?" "Occasionally. And if it makes things easier for you, that would justify all the time I spent learning it." "Wondering if you can turn me into a brainwashed sex slave while I'm vulnerable?" she asked, a little sarcasm evident. Given some of my interests, at least the ones I'd admitted to college friends, it could have been a serious worry. But I was sure she knew me well enough to know how much value I put on consent. "Or can you just force me to admit my big secret now the rest of the world seems to know?" "I'm not really into force," I had to think about that answer for a few seconds. When I started learning hypnosis, Lynn had been one of the friends willing to let me experiment, and I knew that she had a submissive streak a mile wide. I really wasn't interested in making anyone do something against their will, and wouldn't have tried that even if there was a reliable way to make it happen. But with Aimee and Lynn, who loved so much to feel helpless and out of control, I was happy to help them feel like puppets, or like helpless victims of my mental powers. "You know that's not my style. Maybe I'd make it a little easier for you to answer questions, help you to believe that you're not going to freak me out. But if you want to be interrogated," I gave a little shrug with one shoulder, and felt her head move slightly against my chest, "Well, if that makes you feel better, I'm sure it would be fun." "There's some stuff I started doing," she spoke slowly, carefully, "Stuff I never even thought about before. I bet even your S&M friends would call me a freak. And things I've asked Clark if we can try. And stuff I'm too nervous to even mention to him. Every time I asked for something, he'd tell me I was weird. Sometimes he'd do it, and make a big deal out of how messed up it is, so like I really owe him. Or he might do it, but it's got to lead to sex. That doesn't always feel natural, but I guess once I got what I want it's got to be his turn. Sometimes I ask too much, and he just says no. But there was just this one time I crossed a line, I guess. He said no, not now, not ever. And then a week later, I shared a picture online, and one of our friends might maybe have guessed something. And Clark doesn't want everybody to think he's the freak, so he comes right out and tells the world, telling all our friends what I'd been keeping secret," "Wow," I whispered. I wasn't sure what else to say, but I had to try. "Wow, that must be tough." It took a lot of willpower not to say that her husband sounded like a controlling jerk, or that he didn't deserve her. That wasn't what she needed to hear. I knew more than a few friends who had been forced to choose between someone they loved, and a fetish that made them feel alive. At least this guy had tried, that had to be worth something. "Yeah. It's not that bad, really. He did so much for me, even when it wasn't something that turns him on, you know? I don't want you thinking I hate him. It's just, now everybody knows, it's like all our friends are united to protect him from me. I don't know if I'll be able to get over that. It's like everyone's looking at me, everyone knows what a freak I am. And I don't know how I can go back to a normal life." "I can't tell you how to deal with that, I'm afraid. I ended up having to find a completely new group of friends when my secrets came out. But you know, some of those people might not be thinking the worst. Maybe they're interested in something similar. If the Internet has taught me one thing, it's that no matter what you're into, you'll never be the only one. And your secret shame probably seems a much bigger deal to you than it does to anyone else." "I wish. If you knew, you wouldn't want me staying here." "This... secret, this whatever it is, does it involve hurting someone who doesn't like it? No? Then it's nobody else's business, and I'm sure there's stranger things out there. You've found a guy who's willing to indulge you sometimes, right? So maybe once tempers have cooled down a bit, he'll admit he wants you back. There's a bright side, right?" "I guess so," I couldn't see her expression, while she kept her head pressed close against me. I didn't know what she was feeling at that point. "Let me guess, you're going to say that I should have married you instead, and you'd have been playing along with my sick fantasies for years. Right?" "I don't know what it is," another half shrug, "But I'd probably have given it a try, if you asked. 'Don't knock it until you tried it' is practically my middle name, right?" "Maybe I should ask you, then. I mean, Clark keeps telling me it's not something a normal couple does, so..." "So maybe it's okay to try with your friends? Well it's not like he'd be missing out. So if it's something I might be interested in, then I'll be sure to let you know... Or if you're still nervous, I can make it a little easier for you to say." "Can you make me forget?" Now she pulled away a moment to look up into my eyes. "Make me tell you, and then forget, so I'm not so embarrassed by sharing something so..." "Probably not as strange as you think. But if that's what you want, I'm sure I can help you." She nodded enthusiastically. "Just making it clear," I made sure to hold her gaze, making sure she was taking in everything I was saying. If I was going to hypnotise her again, then I needed to draw a line in the sand. I would always tell her what was on offer up front, when we could both be sure she wasn't being unduly influenced by any kind of suggestions I might have given her. In a dominance and submission game, or S&M in some ways, my partner might be unable to disagree with me, or unable to remember exactly what was happening, or have her ability to think clearly restricted. So I would always, always make sure they knew at the start exactly what was going to happen. The invisible sign in the air now would read 'This is your last chance to change your mind'. Even when the aim of a session was to help a friend relax, like now, I'd gotten into the habit of confirming what she wanted in the same way. Because no matter what we're getting up to, I think that safety and consent have to come first. I also love to see their reactions; that mix of nervousness and excitement before riding a mental rollercoaster. And from the wide eyes and the blush rising in her cheeks, Lynn still loved that line in the sand as much as I did. "I'm going to guide you into trance, and see if any of the things I taught you in college are still there in your mind. Maybe a little fractionation to help you sink deeper into trance, if necessary, and then you're going to find yourself waking up in a very calm and relaxed state. The questions I ask you about will seem completely normal, the kind of everyday minutia you might tell anyone who asked. You won't feel any negative emotions linked to any of the memories you tell me about, and if they're things you've been told you should be ashamed of, you won't realise that while we're talking. Everything will be as normal as if I was asking the name of your cat, or asking for directions. Any worries, whether about my questions or your answers, won't come to mind and you will answer honestly without thinking twice. "I'll ask you about these desires that you've been keeping secret, that are causing you some worry now. You will be able to answer without feeling bad. And then if it's something that I'd be comfortable helping you to enjoy, I'll tell you that, and I'll make sure that you remember that detail at least. And I'll do what I can to offer you a place safe from the harshness of other people's opinions, and make as much effort as I can to help you enjoy the next week. Then, after we've had this little discussion, I'll give you the option to forget part or all of it. So you will know that we've talked, but you will only remember as many details as you want to." I licked my lips, stalling for time for just a second. Looking into her eyes, I thought maybe I'd seen something there. A flicker of movement, a momentary half smile, I wasn't sure. But when I mentioned forgetting, I could see a second reason she might have asked for that. A reason that would explain whatever sign of faint hope my subconscious had picked up on. I continued: "And if the thing you're interested in includes parts that you would enjoy more if I were to surprise you in some way, or for which you would prefer not to be given a choice, I will try to propose scenarios to you while you are still in that open and honest state of mind, so you can tell me if you would like something without having to worry about what you 'should' like, or if you think I or anyone else might disapprove. Then you will tell me honestly if you want that, and you will be able to forget that we went into detail, so that the experience itself comes as a complete surprise." She nodded, but her eyes didn't leave mine. She was breathing a little more heavily now, and I knew she'd do anything that came to mind if she thought it would increase the chances of me playing along with her fantasy. Maybe this was a reason she'd come to me in the first place, rather than any other old friend; or maybe I'd just made her an offer she couldn't refuse. "And just to be clear, this is your chance to say no. Because whatever's on your mind, whatever fantasies you're hoping I might indulge, I might surprise you with it, or take the choice away from you any time this week once you've agreed to these terms. So if you just want to talk to me about it, say so now. Is all of that what you want?"
  2. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

    Santa just brought her a very special gift. Daddy husband and her little wifey are gonna have a very interesting Christmas eve.

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  3. A topic on another site made me wrote an abstract of a regression holidays week I made with my ex. I share here what we have done in a rented quite isolated home in switzerland 10 years ago. Those were my happiest time... Day 1 rebirth newborn, baby bottle feed, just crying (speaking forbidden) , just walking outside with nanny (walking as no adult stroller available) , but no auntonomous walking baby clothes when available , of course diapers , loooots of rests ... Day 2: 6 - 9 months , speech learning, , baby food, spoon feed, liquid in baby bottle , no walking , no speak , diapers of course Day 3 12-18 month, crawling , first words, trying to eat alone (huge work for the washing machine) play with baby toys diapers for #1 and 2 ... Day 4 2 years, walking, speaking about basics things, play with baby toys potty training diapers removed when awake, put on potty after eating worked for #2 but wet pants afterwards, Ask for potty on time a couple of time still diapers at night and nap Day 5 kindergarden eat alone, spent more time alone while pretending being in kindergarten (able to do some serious work , god I was late on my adult work after 4 days without checking my mailbox ) I was supposed not to ,but wet pants happened during kindergarten time. diapers removed for nap and night. Wet bed at night. Day 6 pre teen school time (I really had to work even if officially in hollidays ...) Talking normally with nany , (not the most interesting day...) Day 7 teenager day 6 and adult sex with nanny who needed that really badly ... end of hollidays , return home. We plays that scenarios fully twice but the 2nd time she disagree about waiting day 7 for having sex, too frustrating for her, we cheated on that ... We had more scenarios just for 2 - 3 years that lasted 2 to 10 days and required huge working for the washing machine ... with more or less cheating about sex and speech but at least we made the full rebirth fully once. gee I loved the 5 years we lived together....
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  6. Chapter One To tell the truth, Amelia didn’t know why she hadn’t gone before they left. Yes, the toilets weren’t the cleanest at the bar they’d ended the night in. It wasn’t a venue that you’d describe as swanky, but, like most women in their early twenties, Amelia had been in enough dives to have mastered the art of hovering over the seat rather than actually making contact. However, the cab ride home would be short and she’d thought that she would be able to hold on until they got home. She knew that she was in trouble when they got to the taxi rank. To say that there would be a considerable wait for a taxi would have been something of an understatement. At the sight of the endless queue of people waiting, Amelia felt a sharp pang from her bladder. She bent over and crossed her legs. ‘Are you okay?’ asked her concerned boyfriend, Lucas. ‘Oh, I’m fine,’ she lied. ‘Just need a wee.’ ‘You should have gone before we left,’ said Lucas. ‘It’s fine. I can hold it. I’m a big girl, you know.’ As the wait for a taxi went on, Amelia was less sure of that assessment, as she considered what might happen if she really couldn’t hold on. She hadn’t wet herself since she was in primary school, and that had been humiliating enough. All her classmates knew what she’d done after a boy in her class had pointed out the puddle under her chair and she’d had to borrow clothes from the school to wear for the rest of the day, including a pair of bright yellow knickers. She remembered wondering at the time how many other girls had worn those knickers after having a humiliating accident. Another pang from her bladder brought her back to the present. The queue was moving, but at a glacial pace. ‘Can we just find somewhere with a toilet quickly?’ she asked. ‘And lose our place in the line? You’ll just have to hold it. Should be no problem for you, seeing as you’re such a big girl and all.’ Amelia blushed remembering her words. She certainly didn’t feel like a big girl now. She felt like she was on the verge of piddling her knickers like a toddler. If she did, she wondered how Lucas would react. He’d probably be grossed out. They’d been together long enough now that she doubted it was a relationship-ender, but it might well be a passion-killer, at least for tonight. It didn’t matter though, because 22 year olds don’t wet their pants, do they? As they approached the front of the line, Amelia became more optimistic. Yes, it was true that she needed to go very badly. It took all of her self-control to not thrust her hand up her dress. However, they would soon have a taxi and then she’d just have to last the duration of the ride home. Plus, she’d be able to hold herself in the taxi and sit with her legs crossed, which should help. The taxi ride was torture. Amelia couldn’t get comfortable, despite her repeated efforts to do so. She was shifting and squirming in her seat, crossing and re-crossing her legs. Lucas clearly thought that the whole thing was ridiculous, as he looked at her with disapproval in his eyes. She couldn’t really blame him. If the roles had been reversed and he’d been on the verge of wetting his pants, she would almost certainly be teasing him about it. At least he wasn’t doing anything to make the situation worse. Each minute bump in the road was agonizing for Amelia. She knew she was really in trouble when she felt a spurt escape into her knickers. She’d opted for a tiny red thong tonight, so a second spurt would be sure to soak through. ‘Anywhere along here is fine,’ Amelia announced to the taxi driver. Fumbling in her purse she paid him and got out of the cab, with Lucas following behind her. ‘What are you doing? We’re still ten minutes away from home,’ said Lucas. ‘I know, but I was a bit worried that, well, you know,’ said Amelia. ‘Seriously?’ said Lucas as the taxi drove away, leaving them alone on the road. ‘It’s that bad?’ ‘I don’t know,’ said Amelia, embarrassed, as she started walking in the direction of her home. ‘But it’s a £250 fine if you make a mess in the back of a taxi.’ ‘I thought you were a big girl?’ teased Lucas. ‘Oh shut up,’ replied Amelia weakly. The truth was, now that she was able to stand up and was on the move, it didn’t feel quite as bad as it had in the taxi. If it hadn’t been for the dampness in her knickers, she’d have found it hard to believe that she felt the need to get out. However, she had, and now they had a ten minute walk ahead of them. The first three minutes or so were uneventful. However, the change in position could only alleviate Amelia’s desperation for so long, and when it came back it seemed even more intense than before. Amelia doubled over in pain. Lucas put a hand on her shoulder. ‘Why don’t you go and have a wee over there?’ he said, pointing to a hedge at the side of the pavement. ‘I’ll keep watch for you.’ ‘I’m not a bloody toddler!’ she screamed at him, tears in her eyes. He recoiled slightly at her sudden outburst, but then Amelia gasped as the dampness in her crotch turned to undeniable saturation. Without thinking, she spread her legs slightly. Lucas watched in astonishment as his 22 year old girlfriend stood in the street and wet herself. A cascade was falling onto the pavement from beneath her dress. Streaks of urine ran down her legs and into her boots, or rather, the boots that she had borrowed from a housemate. Her tears were flowing freely now, as all the shame and humiliation of her primary school accident re-emerged, only now, it was so much worse. Neither of them spoke for some time. Amelia couldn’t even bring herself to acknowledge that Lucas was there. She looked down instead, at the boots that she would surely have to replace. Eventually, Lucas broke the silence. ‘Are you sure about that?’ he asked. They walked the remainder of the way home, not talking to each other. Amelia’s feet were squelching in her boots, or rather Paige’s boots. The women were both a similar size and were very close friends, as well as housemates. This often led to lending and borrowing of clothes. However, Amelia knew that Paige would not be pleased about the state of her boots. They were expensive and undoubtedly ruined. Amelia would like to offer to replace them, but she was between jobs at the moment. When Amelia and Lucas got home, Paige was still awake. She was sat at her laptop in the living room, which the front door of the house opened directly into. ‘Hey guys,’ she began, before noticing that something was wrong, ‘what’s the matter? Has something happened?’ ‘I…your boots are ruined,’ said Amelia, clearly very upset. ‘Amelia had a little accident,’ said Lucas. ‘What do you mean?’ asked Paige. ‘She pissed her pants,’ said Lucas. ‘Yeah right….hold on. You’re serious, aren’t you?’ Paige walked over to Amelia and flipped her dress up over her waist, revealing Amelia’s saturated red thong. ‘Oh my god, you actually did!’ laughed Paige. Amelia stepped back, letting her dress fall back down to hide her shame. ‘Once I get a job, I’ll replace your boots, I promise,’ she said with sincerity. ‘Well that could be a while. I think it’s only fair to say that you owe me a favour in the meantime.’ ‘What do you need?’ asked Amelia. ‘Your boyfriend,’ said Paige. ‘What?’ said Amelia and Lucas in unison. ‘There’s a few social events coming up for work, and you know my boss. He’s a traditionalist. He likes the idea of a stable family unit, or at least committed couples. The singletons never get promoted at my place. So… if I can borrow your boyfriend for a few nights, I’ll pass him off as my own to the people I work with and hopefully put myself in line for that promotion I’ve been working towards.’ ‘You just want him to come to dinners and drinks and things?’ asked Amelia. ‘What, are you worried that I’m going to take him home for the night? We all live in the same house anyway,’ said Paige. She had a point. ‘What do I get out of it?’ said Lucas. ‘Well, I’m a modern woman with modern sensibilities,’ said Paige, ‘meaning that if you go along with it and charm and schmooze like I know you can, I’ll foot your bill for the lot. Fancy restaurants, swanky cocktail bars, all on somebody else’s dime. You have to admit, it does have some appeal.’ ‘Okay, fine, whatever,’ said Amelia, ‘I need to shower.’ ‘Yes you do, little girl. You stink!’ said Paige, laughing. **** After Amelia had showered, she made her way to the bedroom she shared with Lucas, wrapped in a towel. Lucas was sat on the bed. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘You’ve worked out how you’re repaying Paige. Any ideas for how you can repay me?’ ‘Repay you for what? I didn’t ruin your boots!’ protested Amelia. ‘No, but you know I’ll be getting stick for what you did as well. Having a girlfriend who hasn’t mastered potty training isn’t a good look.’ Amelia blushed. ‘What do you want? I’m really not in the mood for sex right now.’ ‘Sex wasn’t what I had in mind either,’ he said. ‘I think you should lay across my lap.’ ‘Lucas,’ she whined, ‘you know I hate doing that. It’s childish and humiliating’ ‘That’s why it’s fitting. It’s not like you don’t deserve it.’ Amelia didn’t have a good response for that, so she reluctantly dropped her towel and perched herself across his lap, with her bottom upturned. ‘Don’t get used to it,’ she said. He replied with a stinging slap which echoed in the room. Amelia was sure that Paige would hear and work out what was going on. She’d told Paige before that Lucas liked to spank but that she really wasn’t into it. Normally, he just liked to deliver a few slaps to her behind, then liked her to perform oral on him. This time, however, the spanking went on longer than usual and was accompanied by scolding, something which he’d never done before. He chastised her for wetting herself and warned her that if she couldn’t control herself there would be consequences. She couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t simply foreplay. He sounded like he meant it. After much job searching, Amelia had finally managed to land herself an interview. There was a slight issue in that she didn’t have any particularly suitable interview attire, but Paige had graciously offered to lend her a skirt suit and blouse that she had. Amelia showered, wrapped a towel round herself and knocked on Paige’s bedroom door. ‘Have you got that interview outfit?’ she asked. ‘Yeah about that,’ said Paige, opening the door, ‘it’s on the bed.’ The clothes were neatly folded on the bed, however, there was something else on top of them. ‘Why is there a nappy on top?’ asked Amelia. ‘Well, given that the last time I lent you something you ruined it, I thought it was reasonable to take precautions.’ ‘I am NOT wearing a nappy! And anyway, I said I would pay you back for the boots.’ ‘I’m sure you will pay me back, eventually, but you haven’t yet. As for the nappy, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but good luck getting another interview outfit at this stage. You’ve got, what, all of two hours?’ ‘You can’t be serious?’ ‘Oh, I am. If you’re going to wear my clothes, you’re going to wear protection with them. Nobody will be able to tell. And it’s not like you have to use it or anything. Come back here with it dry and we’ll say no more about it.’ ‘You won’t tell Lucas?’ ‘Not if you come back dry. If it’s wet, he probably has a right to know…’ ‘It won’t be wet!’ ‘Then there’s really not an issue, as far as I can see.’ ‘Fine,’ said Amelia, picking up the clothes, nappy and all, and going back to her room to get dressed. It took longer than anticipated. Putting a nappy on herself was something which Amelia had no experience of, but she was finally happy that it was secure and wasn’t going to slide down her legs. However, just to be on the safe side, she opted for a pair of nude tights over the top, which she hadn’t originally intended to wear. She put on the rest of the outfit and looked in the mirror. She looked every part the young professional, but didn’t really feel it because of the padding on her bum. As she was bending down to put her shoes on, she felt her skirt being lifted and let out a shriek. ‘Good girl for wearing your nappy,’ Paige said condescendingly. ‘I’m sure that you can understand that I needed to check. You didn’t seem keen on the idea.’ ‘Of course I’m not bloody keen on the idea. I doubt you’d want to wear one.’ ‘Well, no. But then, I’m a big girl who doesn’t wet her pants, and other people’s boots for that matter, so it’s not really a fair comparison. Good luck in the interview, and try to stay dry.’ Amelia could tell that Paige was really enjoying this. She’d expected a bit of teasing for her accident, but had never anticipated it going this far. It’s safe to say that Amelia’s interview wasn’t the best that it could have possibly been. She was distracted by her underwear situation. She was particularly aware of the need to keep her legs tightly closed to prevent any possibility of somebody seeing up her skirt, and she found the general feel of the extra padding to be most unusual. The tights weren’t helping in this regard as they were pushing the padding in against her most intimate places. She left feeling deflated, quite sure that the interviewers promise that they would be in touch was not entirely truthful. She also needed a wee. She hadn’t gone at home because she hadn’t thought of it until after she’d put the nappy on, and she didn’t need to go badly enough to warrant going through all that hassle again. Now though, it was different. The need was far greater. Amelia asked the young lady on the office building reception where the toilets were, and was given directions. She went in and closed the doors to one of the stools. She lifted her skirt and rolled her tights down to just above her knees, then tried to work out how best to deal with the nappy. She tried sliding it down like a pair of knickers. Not only was that unsuccessful, but it made quite a lot of noise. Amelia was grateful that she was the only one in the toilets. While she wasn’t feeling optimistic about how her interview had gone, being caught in the building wearing a nappy certainly wasn’t going to help her chances. She started to pull at one of the tapes and that was even louder. As soon as she registered this, she heard the door open and somebody entered the room. Amelia froze. She couldn’t risk it while somebody was here. She’d just have to wait for them to leave, though she was hoping they wouldn’t take too long as her desperation was increasing rapidly. After what felt like a lifetime to poor Amelia, she heard the other woman’s footsteps approach the door and heard it swing open, but as it did, a gaggle of female voices entered the room. Once again, Amelia opted to wait. However, this group of gossips took considerably longer than their predecessor. They didn’t appear to actually want to use the facilities. They’d simply come for a natter. Amelia seriously considered pulling the tapes off and just being done with it, but something in the mannerisms of the women told her that would be a bad idea. Eventually, they left, but once again, somebody else replaced them and Amelia was not alone in the toilet. The newcomer was on her phone, and Amelia recognised her voice immediately. She was a member of the panel that had interviewed her. ‘No, I’m afraid we didn’t have any particularly strong candidates. All baby-faced and inexperienced. No, I’m not exaggerating.’ Amelia was crestfallen. She was also on the verge of wetting herself in a nappy. ‘They don’t need a job. They need a babysitter. Honestly, you’ll find this hard to believe but one of the girls we interviewed crossed her legs quickly as she sat down, and I swear to God she was wearing a nappy under her skirt. Seriously. No, I’m not joking.’ Amelia realised two things. The first was that her attempts at keeping her shameful underwear a secret had failed in spectacular fashion. The second was that said shameful underwear was getting warmer. At the age of twenty two, while inside a toilet cubicle, Amelia had wet herself while wearing a nappy.
  7. I wrote this fic today for 3 hours straight. I edit it when I think of more to add but I will copy and paste it here for permanence purposes in case wattpad ever goes under. Hopefully I will add to it. https://www.wattpad.com/1198938971-i-need-my-mommy-chapter-1-new-year The new semester had just begun, and students were gathering in their new classes after the holidays. Dylan ran into the room seconds before the professor shut the door, looking nervous before quietly settling into the last empty seat in the classroom next to a girl he had met from other classes in the past. He had woken up late this morning and was woefully unprepared for class, but unworried about that as it was the first day with no assignments due. What he was worried about, however, was that he had forgotten to use the bathroom before racing out of his dorm room to get to his first class. He sighed and thought, 'I'm 21, not 4, I don't need to obsessively make sure to go potty before leaving the house every time. I can wait a mere 90 minutes for class to end,' and his anxieties were temporarily soothed. "Hey Dylan! Nice to see someone familiar. Did you have a good break?" The girl next to him greeted with a warm smile. She was always so nice to him when he saw her, he really wanted to get to know her better. "It was alright, I stayed on campus, played video games and watched Christmas movies." he told her, no reason to tell her the real reason he chose to stay behind while his dormmates were all going home for the holidays. After all, he wanted her to like him and not think he was disgusting, immature, unhygienic pervert for staying in his dorm watching comforting cartoons, coloring, suckling almond milk out of a baby bottle while wrapped in the warm embrace of his soft diapers. He reeled at the memory of his highschool girlfriend, Maddie, disowning him after the first and only night they shared a bed, and he had wet in the middle of the night, she was already mad, and when he grabbed some protection before going back to bed, she noticed almost all of his diapers had cutesie prints of animals and toys and lost it at him. He had longed for a mommy girlfriend for years, but was terrified of anyone knowing his secret lifestyle, that they might lash out at him over it too. It was too much for his little heart to bear the thought of. The words she said that night had played in the background of his thoughts frequently for the past 3 years. "I skipped visiting home this year too, but I wasn't on campus for long, I finally saved enough money to put the deposit down on an off campus apartment." Dylan burned with jealousy that she had the private living arrangements that he could only dream of, for reasons he'd never be able to tell her. With that the professor handed out a bunch of packets and turned on the projector. "Hello class, welcome to Psych 201. My name is Dr. Moore and I will be teaching this class. Please open your syllabus to page 1. Everything you need to know about this course is in that syllabus." She introduced the subject fluently, Dylan had been very engaged by Psychology 101 last semester, and he was listening intently to the professor talk about how the semester would go for a while, until when he felt a strong pressure in his tummy. His bladder was chastising him for leaving in a rush this morning instead of making time to relieve himself of that need. He pressed his legs together and tried not to make his need too obvious. This professor had a reputation for giving students an ultimatum between holding it until the end of class, or going and not being allowed back into the classroom. He thought about every time in the past 20 years that he had made this mistake. Despite getting good grades throughout his education, he just couldn't learn the simple trick of going pee just in case. He felt his sphincter twitch and it took every ounce of willpower and strength to not start leaking in his pants then and there. Tara noticed the boy next to her have a startle reflex suddenly, something she had learned about last semester. She saw him squirming and trying to hide it, she wanted to ask him what was wrong even though it was glaringly obvious to her what biological need of his needed immediate relief, but she didn't want to interrupt the first class of the semester and have the teacher think of her as someone who didn't care about the subject. She loved psychology more than any other class. If their professor wasn't known all around campus for her strict bathroom policy she would have even raised her hand and asked for him. For a professor from that background, renowned in her field for studying attachment and empathy, it was surprising that Dr. Moore would have such a callous policy that leaves desperate students to choose between accidentally missing an important lesson and the humiliation of having an actual accident. It seemed very callous for someone , but she had to admit she enjoyed what she was seeing Dylan do. She was sure that if no one was looking he'd be grabbing his crotch and dancing because he waited too long to use the bathroom. It made her want to take care of him, hold his hand, and lead him to the toilet so he wouldn't get lost. 'This is bad! Really really bad!' Dylan wanted to cry but he didnt want to risk alerting people to his predicament. He didn't want to leave a bad first impression on the teacher, embarrass himself in front of the class, or worst of all, gross out Tara. She was so kind to him but even she probably couldn't get over a grown man having a potty accident right in front of her. Right as he had that thought, he felt another twitch and this time he felt a tiny splash on liquid on his crotch. He desperately wished he was brave enough to wear one of his diapers under his clothes in public. He felt really dumb for being worried that people would notice that his ass was bigger and fluffier under his clothes with a diaper on under them, but now people were going to notice a puddle under his chair soon enough. He looked down at his pants and noticed their was no wetness on the outside. He then looked at the clock on the wall. 12:25, only 5 more minutes until class ends. Maybe I can make it out of here before it's visible, he thought, optimistically. A wave of desperation suddenly washed over him, his bladder felt like it was jumping up and down and it took all of the self control he had not to start squirming too obviously in his seat. He pressed his legs together even tighter and started bouncing one of his legs to add pressure to hold it in a little bit longer. He really, really, didn't want to have an accident in front of Tara. He had been crushing on her for a few months now but always felt too shy to do anything about it. He lost another squirt of pee, he clenched as hard as he could, but another spurt forced its way out of him. His pants had a subtle dark spot that could be expertly hidden by pulling his large hoodie down. A technique he had used with with humiliating frequency for anyone older than preschool, let alone college. The clock struck half past 12, and the professor reminded the class "The reading and homework for tonight and every night of the semester is listed in your syllabus, see you later this week everybody." Dylan breathed a sigh of relief, he was so close to being able to go without an accident, but then he remembered that he wasn't familiar with this lecture hall and didn't know where the bathroom was. His heart sank and with it another gush of pee leaked into his pants. 'Please I don't wanna have an accident not here not now not in front of her' he begged in his thoughts. He pressed his legs together, and started rushing to put his stuff into his bag when Tara distracted him. "Hey! I've seen you in some of my classes over the past few years, I'd love to get your number and have a friend in this class." Dylan's heart skipped a beat and for a short moment he forgot how badly he needed to find a toilet before he had an accident in his pants. "Uh sure, I'll put my number into your phone. We can hang out..." He was sharply reminded of the need he had been putting off for much too long. He needed to go right now, right now. "Uh soon." finished typing his number and said "H-hey have you had a class in this hall before? I don't know where the bathroom is" his pitch changed halfway through the sentence as the urge was too sudden and intense to hide. He hoped that she knew and that it was really close by because the wet spot on his crotch was growing and he was really worried he wasn't gonna make it in time and go potty in his pants again and Tara would hate him for being gross and infantile just like Maddie did. Dylan would never have guessed, and would have been mortified to find out, but Tara could see right through him. She looked into his eyes and saw the confused little boy living in his head that still had to learn how to figure out how to use his body, and how it cohabited with the same young man who was so ashamed of who he is inside that he studied to near the top of the class, just to distract people from noticing how deep down under his accomplishments lives a grown man who would rather be changed and have the front of his diaper rubbed than to have sex. But as ashamed as Dylan was of his unconventional interests and poor bladder control, Tara was intrigued, attracted even. "Yeah, its right down the hall" Dylan was so grateful that he just might be able to make it before the dam burst. Another leak sprung and Dylan jumped and grabbed his crotch. "SorryIgottagotextmesoIahaveyournumber, Bye!!!" he turned and went to run, but as soon as he moved his leg it was too late. He gasped and started running while holding his crotch with both hands, crying "Aaaah! I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait! I'm not gonna make it it's an emergency" so people would let him run by, knowing he needed to get through asap. The tightly pressed legs were keeping him continent while his bladder spasmed and twitched. He made it two steps before pee started hissing out of him at full force. In that moment he relived so many similar moments in his life and he felt so, so, so little and helpless. Dr. Moore looked up from organizing her desk in preparation for the next class, she had been keeping an eye on him throughout the entire class, people like him were her reason for putting the policy in place. It was a little unofficial experiment of hers, trying to figure out how far different types of people in her class would go before they give up on today's lesson and run to the bathroom. As a class full of full fledged adults, many aged 18-22, but some students as old as 60, this was not at all like elementary school teachers prohibiting toilet use. These students were her equals in all but educational attainment, free to obey or disobey her classroom rules with only the mere consequence of leaving the class, no fear tactics or real punishment, and almost everyone gives into nature's call before their body forces it out of them, and it was very fascinating to her analytical mind, those rare adults who still crave approval so much and try so hard to not disappoint others that they'd rather sit in a puddle of their own urine than not be allowed to reenter class. Given that the class was only 90 minutes, the sample size was also limited by the fact that most adults don't ignore or forget their need to pee like poor little Dylan did today. Like Tara, she could also see right through him. But instead of seeing a cute little baby boy to love, nuture and guide, Dr. Moore saw a fascinating subject. While he has the skills and work ethic to consistently be on the Dean's list, she could tell just by his mannerisms that he struggled with any sort of attachment. He had a miasma of insecure, anxious, neediness and nowhere to put it. She'd never seen his dorm but she was willing to bet it was full of stuffed animals and that he couldn't sleep without cuddling one, and she'd win that bet. She also noticed Tara eyeing him throughout the class, Tara was also fascinated with attachment last semester. Moore was very interested in seeing how the semester progressed. As the next class entered the room she heard muffled sobs coming down the hall and saw Dylan walking slowly with glazed eyes and his hand over his mouth to quiet himself, his hoodie tied around his waist did a poor job at obscuring his little secret. She waited a few minutes to give him time to avoid getting caught with wet pants by the janitor, then called the custodian's office to ask for a mop bucket to clean up Dylan's little accident from the classroom and hallway. Then she pressed the button on her spy camera to end the recording of the previous class and start the recording of the next. She'd gotten the best footage on the first day than anything that happened last semester. His cheeks burned red, mortified at how he must have looked loudly announcing his distress about such a private need that never should have been allowed to get so bad. A couple seconds and his legs and feet were wet and he was running to the bathroom, leaving a trail behind him. he was able to stem the flow briefly but it kept starting up again. His face burned red with embarrassment, a girl wanted to know him enough to ask for his number and he ruined it because almost 20 years after potty training he still can't stop having little pee pee accidents in his pants. His stomach turned as he thought of all the times his own real mother had chastised him for neglecting to take a bathroom break in time, even at the age of 18 as a senior in highschool she would get occasional calls to come into the school and bring him a change of clothes. Both of his real parents always threatened to put him back in diapers, but never went through with it, even though he wished he could go back to it. He missed being small. He missed having no responsibilities and being loved and cared for unconditionally, he was tired of having to be brave and suck it up. He'd felt something missing ever since his family stopped responding to his accidents with gentle reassurances and to his cries with cuddles, all he'd gotten for many years now is getting yelled at to be brave instead of weak and no one wants a crybaby man. He reached the door of the single bathroom down the hall and ran in as fast as he could, still alternating between big involuntary leaks and struggling to keep his bladder closed for just a few more seconds. Thankfully, the door was unlocked and Dylan was able to run straight to the toilet. He fumbled with his belt for a few precious seconds when suddenly he couldn't hold it anymore, the urge was too much and he waited too long and now it was coming out and he couldn't make it stop. His bladder was emptying right there on the floor and there wasn't anything he could do about it but rip down his pants and sit on the toilet, peeing through his underwear. He felt humiliated, he couldn't at least have made it 5 more seconds so at least Tara wouldn't have to see his trail of warm shame, or hear his cries of desperation. He tried to accept that he probably wasn't going to hear from her after what she saw. He swallowed a lump in his throat, washed his hands, and splashed water on his face so it wouldn't look like he was about to cry and walked back to his dorm room to go change, hoodie tied around his waist and sneakers making a squee gee sound as he walked. He wished taking off painful memories was as easy as taking off wet, icky clothes. He wanted new memories that would make him feel warm and secure on the inside, but today he has to settle with just being clean and dry on the outside. His roommate was in a longer lab class and wouldn't be home for a while, and Dylan really needed to let off some steam after that awful first day of class. His next class didn't start until 2:30 so he had a solid block of time for a good, cathartic cry. And cry he did for a while, until he checked his phone for the time and to his shock, there was a text from a number he did not have saved. "Hey! This is Tara from class. Are you okay right now? Also do you wanna grab lunch with me today, maybe after you go get changed? :)" Dylan's heart skipped a beat. She didn't hate him. She wanted to have lunch with him. He felt so light like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. "Yeah, that sounds great! I can meet you at the dining hall. I was worried you'd think I'm too weird." Before Dylan left his dorm, he put on a discreet pull up on under his new pants. They weren't the comforting cute diapers that would make his butt look suspiciously big, and they'd leak if he didn't change right away and had another accident, but it was a good enough buffer that he didn't need to worry about it if he forgets to use the bathroom once. Even though Tara wasn't mad about his embarrassing accident today, he didn't wanna go through that again, even though unbeknownst to him, the incident had made him look significantly more attractive to her and was why she reached out to him. They were both looking forward to meeting up for lunch, and to each other.
  8. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

    Which of these three doors you think your worth to enter? Enjoy it!

    © By OmutsuSama

  9. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    Gift for Aceheroic (Deviantart) Bonus panels I gave to Ace for being a super cool dude. His mommy, The Midwife (My OC) has a very unique ability...one that I'm sure every abdl has fantasized about at some point. One touch to any living creature, and they begin to instantly regress physically back to being a baby.
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    I enhanced my original Harley Quinn, with a colored background.
  11. How the Scholarship Works: Chapter1: A four foot eight darker tan girl with a round plushy child-like face sat in the passenger seat, her black bangs just long enough to cover her amber eyes from view, and her other black locks falling wildly to each side of her face in a rat’s nest of tangles. She smelled because she hadn’t bathed in almost three days, and her short blue jean shorts that didn’t quite cover the tops of her panties had a tear in the right legging that exposed her panty bottoms along the back of her thigh. Her yellow shirt that barely had sleeves was stained and dingy. She was a typical teenager from the poorest area of coban, a modest sized city in Guatemala. Sitting next to her, in the driver’s seat, was a man with yellow balding hair near the top of his head and blue sparkling eyes. He was nearly six foot three. Quite the contrast to the short teen, the man was wearing a crisp white clean button down short sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jean trousers that more than modestly covered him. He smelled more of soap and his hair of the shampoo that he had used not more than a couple of hours earlier. The girl was not really ashamed of what she was wearing, how she smelled, or that her panties were practically visible because this was what she had to wear most of her life since she could remember. All of her clothes were stained, even when she first got them since they were all hand-me-downs that people donated to her poor family. None of her clothes ever fit her properly, always having holes in the most intimate places, so that she was used to people seeing parts of her panties and she always wore an undershirt because otherwise, they would see her bra, not that even at the age of nineteen, she had a bosom that even required one. She did try to clean up a bit in the nearby lake that morning because she was going somewhere important with a man that claimed to have her future in his hands, but the lake could only get you so clean. In her own home, the water wasn’t working properly again, and so there was no way they could fill the tub with nice warm water for a proper bath. There was no working shower since she could even remember. “Your clothes are not appropriate for our school,” the man had told the young girl back at her aunt and uncle’s house. “They are too… inappropriate for the college I represent.” She could understand what he meant when she saw how nice he looked, even when they were just going to be on the road for the next few days. She nodded and left all of her clothes at home, not even bringing one change of clothes with her. “We’ll, that is the school, will get you some decent clothes,” the man had told the young girl. “It’s all a part of the scholarship that you’ve won.” Breanna was ashamed that she had to rely on the school’s money to get her something decent to wear, but she was also a bit excited to actually get to get some hand-me-downs that might actually look nice for once. She assumed it would be hand-me-downs. No one ever gave poor people new stuff after all. Who could afford to? As they drove through the rough country, driving up and down rolling hills that was in the mountains with trees and bushes lining the sides of the one lane a-side-road, sprinkled dots of water started to pepper the windshield of the red and black four door hatchback. It had the effect that that Breanna could imagine some Central American god was spitting at her, and she understood perfectly why, if that were the case. Breanna didn’t deserve any of this. Ever since she was around ten or eleven years old, she had been told how undeserving of a good home she really was, and that she was just lucky her aunt and uncle knew she was family. You see, she came to live with her aunt and uncle when she was almost eleven years of age, and at that time, she was still growing out of some shameful childish habits like wetting the bed, and even in her pants at times. She didn’t really mean to wet her pants or the bed, but for some reason, she just couldn’t control herself long enough, especially when at school during classes, so she wet herself not only in fifth grade, but also in sixth grade, seventh grade, and sometimes, even in the eighth grade before her daytime wetting had mostly stopped enough that she had no more accidents at school. She could still hear her aunt scolding her for that last time in eighth grade when she came to pick her up from school. “Breanna! How old are you?” she had asked her the way she always started a scold when Breanna had wet her pants. “It’s no wonder your father abandoned you after your mother died of drug overdosing. You wet your pants like a baby, you eye drugs like it was candy, and you never do anything right, not even your homework!” She felt her eyes tear up as she sat there in the car, knowing her aunt was right. She wondered why the school chose her. She surely didn’t write that good of an essay, and it likely had so many mistakes in it, that they probably wondered if someone in junior high or younger was trying to play a joke on them, trying to get into their school…. “What’s wrong?” Mr. Oswald glanced away from the road momentarily so he could see her sitting there, her head staring down at her lap, tears welling in her eyes, her body shaking with a vibration that had nothing to do with the ill-repaired roads that they were driving on. Breanna sniffled and pulled her head up, sniffled to try to will her snot and tears to go back into her body to hide away. She looked over at the man and shook her head. “No… nothing,” she whispered, through the raspy mostly air filled response gave away a different story. “Honey, you can tell me. It’s okay. It’s just the two of us and no one in this car is going to judge you whatever reason you feel like crying, honey.” She looked up at him. “I promise, I’m okay,” she was still having a hard time keeping mostly air out of her responses which made her voice sound strange, somewhere between a whisper and a voiced sound. He smiled and turned back on the road. “A lot of young people get homesick rather quickly when they realize they are on their way to school that would last four years,” he told her. “It’s alright to miss your family and to cry because you are scared.” She shivered. “I’m not crying cause I’m scared,” she whimpered. “Alright,” he said though his voice was sympathetic, and she wasn’t completely sure he believed her. “I… I don’t deserve to win the scholarship,” she told him under her breath. “I think you guys mixed up the papers or something for the essay.” He turned and looked over at her. “What would make you say something like that?” he asked her. “I just… I know I didn’t write better than anyone else that would be applying. I don’t even know why I tried to write an essay at all. I’m such a loser and never do anything right.” Tears once again came pouring towards the fronts of her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. “Who told you that?” he asked her. “It’s true,” she said. “Just ask me to spell anything you want. Ask me to write something. Tell me to do a math problem, or even….” She turned her head away too embarrassed to say anymore. “Breanna, we pulled the right paper. There is nothing wrong with your writing,” he told her. “You have a lot of typical mistakes that a lot of young people make who have not yet gone to college, but there is nothing to indicate that you write any worse than anyone else.” She just looked down at her lap, hearing the words that she had heard all her life since she was ten years old…. “You are such a loser! You are lucky your aunt and uncle put up with such a troublesome girl as you. You can’t do anything right! Do you still wet the bed? I bet you do. You are such a loser!” The girl shook in her seat. She had not wet the bed in a couple of years, and her pants wetting in the day was mostly behind her, though if she did have to wait too long without being able to find somewhere private, she did leak into her panties once in a while. The man turned to glance at her again. “Sweetheart, you are the winner of our scholarship, and you did it because of your essay and because when I visited your home yesterday to interview you, you impressed me. You did this on your own, and you are NOT a loser.” Breanna kept her head looking down at her lap. “Didn’t my aunt tell you why I’m a loser?” she asked him knowing that her aunt had insisted on talking to him privately even without her hearing. “Your aunt didn’t use that kind of word about you, baby.” “But she told you why I shouldn’t qualify, didn’t she?” He chuckled. “You mean like you just now tried to tell me why you didn’t think you qualified? Yeah. I told her that according to our interview, your essay, and what I picked up of samples of your high school work, you did qualify, and she shouldn’t worry about you failing school.” Breanna shivered and keep her head down. Outside the car, she could hear not only the rain that was picking up speed with the rate it fell from the sky, but she heard some mocking squawking laughing as though from one of those birds that sounding like loud laughing. The gods were mocking her. “Can you pull over for a minute?” she asked the man once he had seemed to fall quiet from trying to convince her that she was not a waste of student space at his school. “Honey, I’m afraid there is nowhere to really stop for a little distance. Why do you want to stop?” “I gotta pee,” she whispered and blushed as she looked over at him. “I can’t pull over here,” he told her. “I promised both your aunt and the school I’d look out for you until you get to the school, and that means watching for your safety.” “But… there’s no one around. I’ll just go behind a bush at the side of the road. Please. I gotta go.” “No,” he said as he continued to drive. “Just try to hold on a little longer, and when I see a decent place that is safer, I’ll stop then.” Breanna put her hand on her stomach and nodded. She knew there was no point in continuing the conversation. He was in control of the car, and trying to take control from him would only make matters worse. A half an hour later, she felt the first leak slip through her inner body, and spray from her folds into her panties. She wet her panties some, just like she always did if she didn’t get somewhere private in time. She hoped that that was going to be the extent of it, and he would find a place soon, but she also knew that there just weren’t that many rest areas on these roads. She closed her eyes and put her hands between her bouncing legs, and rubbed her knees together, hoping she could get to a toilet before anymore came out. The poor nineteen year old didn’t really know how much time had passed, when she started to stare at the floor, tried to shut off her muscle, and tried to keep from anymore coming out, but quite sometime later, she felt her muscle weaken, and a short stream took advantage, and peed a bit into her panties which then quickly went under her bottom and wet her bottom and she couldn’t help but feel her hand down under her shorts to make sure, but the car seat was barely damp. “Please, Mr. Oswald. I’m going to wet my pants,” she said hoping he didn’t smell her or realize she had already leaked twice now. He reached over and patted her arm. “If you wet, sweetie, you wet. There’s not much we can do about it until we find a safe place for you to go.” Blushing, she nodded and felt herself pee some more into her panties, now knowing the seat was getting wet under her. Her legs picked up in speed as her leg bounced up and down as though a jackhammer was trying to break a hole in the car floor. “Tell me the truth, honey. Are you already wet? Did you already go some in your panties, baby?” She looked over at him. She was scared that he had caught her, scared he would yell at her, but even more scared not to tell him the truth now that he probably caught her. “You always secretly pee your pants and go around dirty!” she heard a voice in the back of her mind. “No wonder everyone in town thinks you are a dirty girl! They must think we are the worst guardians ever, and you need to be spanked to learn not to do that!” That was the voice of her uncle, who would then take her thirteen and even fourteen year old self back to the back room, pulled her pants and panties down, and then whip her butt until it was red and raw. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered up at him. “I can’t hold it.” “I know,” he put another caring hand on her shoulder. “I’m not mad. I just want to know whether to stop or not.” “What do you mean?” “If your shorts are wet, and showing that you are wet, you’re going to be a lot more embarrassed to have everyone see you in wet shorts, that we can’t do anything about until we get where we can buy you some clean clothes than you are if you just wet all the way in front me, honey.” She looked up at him. Was he inviting her to just finish in her pants? “Open your legs, let’s see if your shorts are wet, baby.” She was so scared and nervous that her leg continued trying to jackhammer a hole into the floor, but she, shaking, parted her knees and as she did, more pee started to escape into the seat, and made a small puddle in it. “Yeah, you’re pretty wet, little girl. Just finish in your pants, honey. It’ll be less embarrassing for you than getting out and running to the toilet with those soaked things on, and everyone staring at you as go.” Breanna bit her lower lip. Her uncle had certainly never told her to just wet herself. Even if he did see a damp spot under her, he would warn her it better not get any bigger unless she wanted to be spanked twice as much when they stopped. “It’s okay, I promise,” the man next to her told her with a smile. “It’s not your fault, and I don’t want you to walk shamefully in front of a bunch of people showing them you wet yourself like a little girl until you have to, honey. And we both know it’s not your fault.” “It’s not?” she asked confused. How was it not her fault? It was her body that peed and was still leaking under her despite him telling her she can just wet. “No baby. You told me at least twice you had to go, but I’m not pulling over where I’m not sure it’s safe, and a little girl can only hold it for so long.” “But I’m an adult,” she whimpered. “So? Do you think an adult can hold it forever? If I have to go, I’ll stop on the side of the road, but I don’t have to try to go behind the bushes because I’m a man. All I have to do, is turn my back to you and the road, and no one can see me pee, but you’d have had to pull your pants down and everyone would see you naked unless you chanced going beyond the road-bush line, where it could be a sudden cliff, and you falling to your death.” She frowned. What he said made sense. Boys sure had it easy. She continued to feel her panties getting more and more warm and wet every few minutes because it was just too hard now, to hold it. Eventually, the flood broke, she saw a lake rise up around her front even wetting the top of her shorts, some of it rolling over her left leg and back around to her bottom from over top before she could stop peeing. The lake between her legs seemed to take a few moments before it went back down under her wetting all over her butt and then pouring down into the floor. “I wet,” she whispered up at him. “You did,” he agreed whispering back to her. “And it’s okay.” They continued driving, and now that she was already wet, when he saw a rest area, he just drove past it not thinking she’d want to stop like this, she supposed. “How come you not yelling at me or threatening to turn the car around or spank me or something?” the girl looked up at Mr. Oswald, her face serious and her eyes narrowed at him as though she couldn’t understand his actions. “Well, for one, you told me you had to use the bathroom, sweetheart. You told me not once, but at least three times before you finally just started really going. For two, it is not my place to spank you for wetting your pants whether you are nineteen years old or a child, and for three, I would never punish someone for causing themselves shame. You obviously didn’t do it on purpose, and whether you pee your pants or not has nothing to do with you getting the scholarship, honey.” She felt her jaw drop at his explanations. Even at nineteen years old, she was sure that if her uncle or aunt caught her wetting her pants, they would most certainly be punishing her, and likely even spanking her like the little kid she just behaved like. “Honey,” he looked over at her. “It’s not a punishment, but until your shorts dry out enough, I’m not going to stop anywhere for you to go in for anything. If I stop to get food, I’ll ask you what you want and bring it to you. If I get gas, I might use the bathroom, but if your shorts are still wet, and you gotta go, just go in your shorts, honey.” She opened her mouth to argue, but then closed it, and then tried to open it to ask him why he wanted that, but then closed it again. She understood that he thought he was protecting her, but to wet her pants on purpose because her shorts were wet from her accident? Was that really reasonable? But then, she was sure people would stare at an adult that just wet her pants, wouldn’t they? “I know,” he seemed to read her mind. “It’s not going to be easy to just sit there and wet your pants if we are near a toilet, but before we decide anything, we’ll check how wet your shorts are. If they could pass off as dry, I’ll let you go, but if they are wet, I don’t want you embarrassing yourself any more than you are by wetting in front of me, okay?” She nodded with tears in her eyes. “It’s not a punishment, but just to make sure you don’t have to deal with more than you already have to, sweetheart. I know you must be mortified at having wet yourself like a little girl.” Breanna nodded. He patted her arm a third time and even rubbed his hand up and down it. “It’s honestly okay that you didn’t make it, sweetheart. We were going to have to buy you some other clothes before we crossed the border to the United States anyway. Our school would have really frowned on both of us if I brought you there with your panties showing out of both the tops of your shorts, and through the left ripped leg. And that shirt is so stained, that the school would wonder if I was taking care of the people I brought to the school at all if we arrived with you wearing that.” Breanna blushed. “It’s not your fault. I know what your Aunt and Uncle’s situation is, so of course you didn’t have anything decent in your drawers, which is why we left all your other clothes at home. You and I will get you some stuff to wear when we get to Guatemala.” Of course, Guatemala was the capitol of the country named for the country. They drove along for quite some time, and when she did have to pee again, he demanded she move over on her hip, and let him see under her, the back of her shorts and the seat, and then he let her sit again. “Just wet your pants,” he told her. “You’re too wet to stop somewhere without anyone seeing, so you’re not getting out of the car until we get to Guatemala City.” She frowned. “For real?” “For real, sweetheart. Feel your hand on your shorts if you don’t believe me that you are too wet to get out.” She knew she was wet. She could feel it on her bottom without having to check with her hand. “But if I just wet on purpose, like… like a baby….” “Not a baby,” he whispered over at her. “Like an eleven year old that has already had one accident, and doesn’t have anywhere to go again. Think of it like what a child would do, if she was trapped and already wet, honey. Because honestly, you are not going to want to go into a store in an adult mindset the way you are anyway, are you?” Breanna looked at him knitting her eyebrows and her mouth forming a small pouty smile. “What do you mean?” “Well, you are going to end up going into the clothing store with me in those wet clothes, and even if they dry even a little, people are going to notice that you’ve peed, right?” Tears threatened her eyes again. She nodded. “You are short enough with an innocent looking enough of a face, you could pull off looking a lot younger. Wetting as a child is pretty embarrassing, but which would embarrass you more, people thinking a dirty adult woman peed her pants while we are getting your clothes, or a little kid that couldn’t hold it long enough while traveling, had had an accident in the car?” She looked down at her wet shorts. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was less embarrassing if people thought she was a little kid that wet herself. But how old did he think she could pull off looking. If he was thinking fifteen years old, that’s really not that much less of an adult than a nineteen year old. “Just pretend to be my little eleven year old daughter. I’ll explain that we were on the road from Coban, and that you just couldn’t hold it all the way here, and you were scared to pee in public with people passing on the road, so you tried to hold it, but couldn’t.” The girl frowned and looked up at him. “But you were the one that was scared of me going….” “Alright, I’ll them everyone I didn’t want you running off of the road to go, and so I wouldn’t pull over for you because you couldn’t promise to pee in front of your daddy. Most eleven year olds wouldn’t want to pee in front of their daddies, especially with other cars passing by, too, right?” She nodded with a sigh. “So, when we are shopping, you’ll pretend I’m eleven, and I had an accident in my pants because the rest areas were too far apart?” “That’s the plan, honey.” She nodded. “So, you spank me when we get to the store, and after I change my pants?” “No. I’m not spanking you, another or real child, or even my own for an accident in your pants, honey. An accident means you didn’t mean to do it, so there is no reason to punish you for something you just couldn’t control. You did what you could. You asked me to pull over, and I didn’t want you to just pull your pants down in the car on purpose… so you were a good girl.” She looked up at him again, really trying to understand why he kept saying she was a good girl and that wetting her pants was really okay. They got just into the capitol city when her bladder gave out, because she really couldn’t get comfortable with going on purpose even if he did tell her to, and she wet herself literally, moments before they pulled into the parking lot for a huge department store. “Here we are,” he told her. “Now, did you do as I told you and wet your pants completely yet?” She looked up at him with a frown. “Honey, I don’t want you peeing on the floor in the store on purpose, and we can’t take you to the bathroom to change you until we get you some clean clothes, so I want you to be finished wetting before we go in.” She signed and looked down at her lap. “I think I finished….” “Well, make sure. Push and see if anything comes out, honey.” She did, and when she pushed, she surprised herself as she started wetting, and the water literally flooded the seat again and all over her pants. Come to think of it, she really had not experienced the real flood the second time. She just thought she had just peed so slowly that it just didn’t come out as a flood this time, but there it was, when made to push to see if she could wet, the flood came, and it kept coming and coming and coming. She really had to pee, and before she was done, her seat was a soggy mess and the floor around her was soggy. She was surprised it didn’t make a lake on the floor. “Finished?” he asked her when it looked like the waters had stopped. She tried to push again to make sure. He wanted her to wet, and she didn’t want to make him mad at her, more mad, than he should be that she even already wet herself, twice, in his car. There was nothing left. She had completely wet, so she nodded. “Good girl,” he leaned over and hugged her a moment with one arm, and then he got out, and she sat there, waiting for him to come to her side of the car, hesitating to get out in the sopping wet shorts she was wearing. “Come on, baby,” he opened her door and helped her out getting her to her feet. “Embarrassed?” She looked down at her feet, her shorts just sopping wet. She nodded. “I know, honey.” Before she could object, and surprised at his strength, he lifted her up and started to carry her, just as if she really was a child. “Um…,” she wanted to object, but drawing too much attention, and people would surely look at her wet butt and know that she was probably in trouble for wetting, and if he was right, that she looked like a child, they would probably assume she was just being a brat because he was trying to get her into the store to get her some clean clothes, so she stopped herself from making a scene. “Trust me, baby. You’ll thank me for carrying you like a child and taking care of you. No one needs to know you are any older than eleven years old.” She nodded and sighed. Maybe he was right. When they got into the store, he put her down next to the shopping carts, and had her get one to start pushing. “Having a shopping cart in front of you will stop people seeing your wet shorts from the front, and ‘daddy’ will walk behind you also with my hands on it, so not so many people will get to see your wet butt, either, okay?” She nodded. Tears slid down her face as she let him push the cart with her, feeling no older than seven years old like this, maybe even younger. They pushed the cart, not towards the adult women’s section, but towards the preteen girls’ section. Breanna looked up at the towering man and coughed lightly. “What is it?” he asked her. “We… we’re going to the children’s area,” she thought she was alerting him. “I know, honey. You’ve wet your pants, and we need to get you some clothes, and if anyone sees you wet, they’ll definitely know we are getting a child some clothes by coming this way.” She blushed. “So… um… I have to wear children’s clothes?” “Do you want to go to the adult section and admit to everyone that a nineteen year old adult peed herself not once, but even did it a second time because she was asked to?” Her face got really hot with embarrassment and she shook her head. “Of course you don’t. So, it’s either kids’ clothes and I explain a little girl couldn’t hold it from Coban or it’s women’s clothes and everyone will assume a young adult just peed herself in the car for little to no reason.” She sniffled and but went along with what he was doing, and he took her to the little preteen panty area. Preteen panties, well, that should just be plain or pastel panties that were more or less, mature looking? But no… he took her to the colorful panty area with some pictures of cartoon characters on the butts and on the fronts, even. “Choose come cute panties, honey, like a child. Please.” She was scared to argue with him. At least he wasn’t really scolding her or telling the whole store she had peed her pants. He really was acting like a daddy that was walking behind his wet little girl, trying to keep her accident as little noticed as possible. Sighing, she eventually stood in front of the underwear rack looking at princess panties. She looked up at him. “Are these kind of okay?” she asked as she pointed at the panties that were colored yellow, purple, light blue, pink, and so on with Disney princesses on the butts on some and on the fronts of others. “Yes, honey. Now, what size can you comfortably get in. don’t tell me you don’t know, because with your height, I’m betting you’ve had to buy preteen panties before for one reason or another.” She blushed. He was right. Her aunt had even threatened to buy her preteen panties, was it last year, when she had accidentally wet herself partway, when they had been at church, and she couldn’t get away in time, that her panties had gotten wet. She didn’t remember how or why her aunt had found out she was wet under her skirt, but they had gone right to a store, and her aunt had drug her to the preteen panties, just like this, actually, and made her point out a pair of the most childish panties she could fit into. Luckily, her aunt had gotten her all the way to the cashier, before as red faced as Breanna could be, the aunt said that they must have picked up the childish panties by accident, and let her off. But he was not letting her off. It was either fully act like a child right now, or everyone in the store would know what a dirty woman she was. She couldn’t bare anyone knowing she was nineteen, wearing wet peed in shorts, and walking right next to him as if her daddy was trying to help her get clean clothes. He had her pick out three different pairs of panties, one pair of purple with Jasmine on them, one lightblue with Ariel, and one pink with Elsa, the Snow Queen on it. Then, he walked her towards the jeans and skirts area for preteens. She looked up at him for direction. “Get a couple of plain pairs that just look normal,” he told her. “Even preteen girls sometimes wear just plain jeans. And then get a pair of cute shorts, one pair of cute jeans and one cute skirt.” She did so. But if she was getting five clean bottoms, why only three pair of panties? She wasn’t really sure what he was thinking, but she figured better not think too much about it. Once she had bottoms that he was satisfied with, he took her to get some nice tops. Again, he allowed her two plain looking tops and then three tops had to be cute. After that, some undershirts, and then two pair of pajamas, some nicer shoes than she had on, and then they were back in a panty area, only, these panties looked even more juvenile than preteen panties. “Um….” “Honey, you need some panties for bed and our long car trip. These are the best kind if you are trying not to wet yourself, but leak in your panties.” “But….” He patted her back and whispered in her ear. “You are a good little girl,” he told her. “I know you aren’t wetting on purpose. But I don’t expect it to get any easier to find toilets on the road until we get past the US border, and honey, that’s still four days away.” She nodded. “And your aunt told me that you do wet the bed at night.” Her face went bright red when he said that. “I do not!” she rasped in a whisper. “My aunt was just trying….” “Your aunt showed me your bed mattress with all the stains from you wetting it.” She looked down. No wonder he thought she could wet herself so easily. Her aunt had betrayed the family secret, though she had not actually wet the bed in at least a year and a half, she wasn’t really sure how to convince him that it was just old stains that he saw. How was a nineteen year old young woman to convince someone that she just wet until she was around seventeen? What other seventeen year old wets the bed? “If you thought I wet the bed,” she finally gathered some strength to confront it while she looked over the more juvenile panties that definitely had a thicker feel as though they were made for little accidents. “How come you decided to still pick me for the scholarship?” “I already answered that question earlier, baby. Your scholarship has nothing to do with whether you can keep your pants dry at night or daytime, or anything like that. It is about your eagerness to better your position in life, and your essay was inspirational.” “But my essay was really bad, wasn’t it? I am bad at writing, always making the wrong word and spelling wrong, and it doesn’t make sense and stuff….” “Honey, your essay was really good,” he put a hand on her shoulder and sent a strong feeling through her when he did that he was telling her what he really believed. “You need to believe in yourself a little more, sweetheart.” She nodded. Of course, her aunt and uncle, and most of the people she had grown up for the last ten years or so would have been telling her the opposite. Her aunt knew just how immature and how much a loser she really was. He helped her pick out five pairs of basically potty training panties, though they were not quite so small and not quite so babyish as that. Once he had her clothes for her all ready to go, he made sure she was in position again, the cart blocking the front of her shorts and him standing behind her to block the view from behind, and they walked towards the checkout lines. Well, it wasn’t completely hidden, and when they were in line, a girl, maybe around the age she was supposed to be, maybe a little younger, tugged at her mom and then pointed at Breanna. “Mommy, look. That poor girl wet her pants.” Her mother smiled at Breanna and waved, and then she hugged her own child and whispered to her. “It’s not nice to point out other’s little booboos. Her daddy will take care of her, honey.” The child nodded and said “Sorry.” Oswald heard everything and he decided it was time to play up what he had told Breanna he would do. “Well, what can an eleven year old do? We were driving all day, from Coban, and well, she’s eleven. You don’t expect her to go out on the side of the road where everyone can see, right?” The woman smiled. “And of course, I wouldn’t let her run off into the bushes because some of those places are just freefalls on the otherside of the bushline, so I told her to either squat on the road or get back in the car, and she got back in the car. I can’t blame her.” The woman nodded approvingly. “You’re a good dad to not be mad at her for that. My husband would have killed our daughter if she didn’t just pee on the road like you told her to do, but I think it was wrong.” “Didn’t you tell him that he shouldn’t force her to pee in front of people like that?” “Um…. I…. Well, my kids need to know that you don’t fight about discipline in front of them, so I told my daughter to listen to her dad even though I didn’t like it.” Oswald nodded. “Well, if anyone tells me I’m wrong for understanding my little girl’s need to be modest, they can just go… well, go somewhere they don’t like and live there. If my little girl wets her pants, that’s really just between me and my own little child, right?” The woman nodded. Then, she was at the counter and taking care of her things. Breanna had blushed when they first started talking, but as they got into it, and the man was calling her modest, which was a good thing, and that whether she wet or not was really no one’s business but her daddy’s and if he wanted to let her be modest, and anyone that didn’t like that, could just die…. She started to feel better about the idea that he had said she was only eleven years old, and the lady bought it. They eventually got to the front to pay for their stuff, and then he started to walk her over where the bathrooms were, but he stopped in front of the men’s room. “I’m going there,” she pointed at the women’s. “Honey, I don’t want you doing in there by yourself….” As they were deciding, that same woman came by, and noticed their stand off. “Your little girl feeling too old to go in the men’s with her daddy, huh?” she asked him. “Yeah. But her mommy isn’t with us anymore, and I really feel nervous letting her go in there alone.” “Maybe I could go in with her?” “I appreciate it, but no. You’re still a stranger to me.” Breanna crossed her arms. “Then what am I going to do?” she asked him. “You don’t need to pee, do you?” “No. I already did that in the car, remember?” “Yes, baby. I know. Tell you what, let’s go unload what we have, and then come back into the store for a few more things….” “How’s that going to let me change my pants?” “You’ll see. Just trust daddy, okay?” he winked at her. “Fine, but I’m not going in a men’s bathroom.” “You don’t have to, sweetheart.” “And I’m not showing my butt to anyone outside.” “No, sweetheart. That’s why we need some more stuff in the store. I promise, you’ll have privacy to change, and won’t have to use the public toilets to change your pants.” She blushed but went with him to drop off their shopping, and then walked with him back into the store, the same as before, the cart and Oswald trying to block anyone from seeing her wet shorts again. Back in the store, Oswald picked up some cushions, a couple of soft matts, some short curtains and rods that seemed rather flexible, and eventually, they got back to the car, where he put a curtain in the back behind the backseat, one on each side window, and then, somehow, he got an adjustable rod to hold a curtain between the front seat and the backseat, so that even he couldn’t see her when she changed. “Alright now, we’ll put a changing mat on the backseat,” he told her. “Stand up in the back until you can get your shorts and panties down, so you don’t get your matt wet, and then when you put on clean clothes, they won’t get wet,” he told her. She looked up at him and nodded. Then she got in the car and he closed the back door, and even though the curtain divided the front from the back, he stayed outside the car while Breanna stripped off her wet things. She looked over the childish panties he had gotten her, but decided they were better than wet things, and put the Ariel panties on. Then she put on some plain jeans, and taking off her dingy shirt, she exchanged it for a pink shirt with a rainbow on it and a Unicorn head coming from under the rainbow. Have a Sparkling Day the shirt read under the picture. Once she was changed, she opened the car door to let him know she was done. He had her twirl for him and then smiled. “The front seat is all wet, where you were sitting, so you should sit in the back until it dries,” he told her. “Anyway, we are going to get something to eat for dinner and then stay the night here.” She nodded. She definitely didn’t want to sit in a pee soaked seat while wearing clean new jeans even if the panties under them were very juvenile. After reading over some of the other stories, and the rules say no underage characters, but I don't think this story breaks that rule... so I hope it is approved and you all like it. I used to write a while ago, but I've been out of practice for a few years, and this is sort of out of my usual because you just don't normally write about wetting pants for normal readers, you know? so I hope it comes across okay.
  12. View File Cheshire Being Regressed Happy Valentines Day Everyone!!! Hope your all doing well, despite the craziness that's been going on so far. This isn't anything too special, just a video from the "Forced Regression on significant other" genre as I like to call it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Description: Here's the plot, Basically, your in the POV of a lazy Boyfriend (Or husband, it isn't said anywhere in the video what kind of relationship it is, I'll just say BF/GF because whatever). Your Girlfriend comes home to find you haven't done any of your chores, which she is not happy about, and after she demands that you quit being a a lazy asshole, You begin to use your "magic regression powers" to slowly turn your wife into an adult baby, starting her clothes being replaced with a bra and a diaper, which then turns into Baby Clothes, and finally a pacifier which she immediately starts sucking on. While I'm not a huge fan of this one, the last 5 minutes of Cheshire in a mentally regressed state are pretty cute (at least in my opinion). Submitter Drag3n11117 Submitted 02/14/2021 Category Female  
  13. View File POV - Regression, Mommying, etc. Mommy gives you some attention, sometimes kind, sometimes firm... POV content. Enjoy. Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/17/2021 Category Male  
  14. i have been commissioned by zacybaby on deviant art to make a series of short regression stories. here is the first ^,^ The camera. Bell, a gorgeous 21-year-old college student, let out a loud grown as she walked down the street annoyed. She didn't want to be out here, but her stupid parents forced her. “Its Kaileys 10th birthday! You should get something for your sister.” Dad told her earlier. “But I don't have any money! All of it has gone into college.” Bell told them. “We weren't born yesterday.” her mother told her annoyed. “We know your grades have been slipping. Mostly because since you've turned 21 you've been spending all your extra money on alcohol. Bell couldn't defend herself becase It was all true. “So we're going to loan you some money to get her a good gift. And if we find out you spent it on anything else, you can go live with one of your friends while you finish college.” Dad told her before handing her $50. But as Bell walked the streets of their shopping district, she couldn't think of a single thing to get her sister. She never really cared to find out what her sister really liked or bothered to even ask. She looked at books, toys, games, and other random stuff but could not think of a single thing to get her sister. But one place did catch her eye. It was a simple building with a large camera on top. “Photobomb” said the sign. Thinking she had nothing to lose, Bell went inside to check it out and see what they sold. Inside was covered in cameras and camera related items. Bell was slightly amazed at just how many different cameras were in this place. “Hello! How may I assist you today?” a woman behind the counter asked. “Oh, im just looking around.” Bell told them as she continued to look at all the cameras. As she looked she saw modern cameras, old cameras, and everything in between. But as she was making her way back to the front of the store and about to leave, one camra stood out. It looked like an old polaroid camera but more modernised. It was sitting on a little table with a class lid over it to have it on display. The RC* camra. “How much is this one?” Bell asked “Oh, that one is not for sale, it's only for display at the moment while its on lone.” the woman behind the desk told Bell. “Well, is there anything a 10-year-old would like?” Bell asked. “I'm thinking of getting her a camera set for a present and I want something in pink.” “Hold on just a moment!” the woman said happily. “I think I have something in the back. The woman walked into the back room for 2 minutes and when she returned Bell was gone. “Miss?” the woman said as she looked around. Not noticing the weird camera gone and replaced with a 50 dollar bill. ********** “Here you go. Happy birthday.” Bell tells her sister as soon as she got home and hands Kailey the camera. A look of boredom plastered on her face. “A CAMERA! COOL!” Kailey shouted as she examined the camera. “Where's mom and dad?” Bell asked as she noticed both of them gone. “Daddy is at work and mom forgot something at the stoor so they will be right back.” Kailey told her sister. “Whatever.” Bell said as a birthday balloon floated near her face. “God damn those are annoying.” With her sharp nails she pop the balloon that was in her face. “HEY! That was mine!” Kailey shouted. “So what. Balloons are for babies anyways.” Bell said annoyed. “No their not!” Kailey shouted now growing upset. As her sister started to walk out of the room. “Whatever you say baby.” Bell replied and made Kailey upset. She wished there was some way she could get back at her sister. But she knew that would be impossible. So instead she decided to focus on her new camera and see what it could do. She looks over at her cake and balloons that were set up for her and decides to take a picture of them. She turns on and points the camera at the plain vanilla cake her mom got her. The store was out of chocolate so she got vanilla. As she was about to take a picture, the screen on the back asked: “what would you like to change?” “Huh?” Kailey said as she touched the cake on the screen and got a few options. One said chocolate and Kailey used it and pressed “change” That's when a polaroid picture came out of the camera and Kailey was able to see the cake in the picture was now a chocolate cake. When she looked up at the cake in reality, she was shocked to see it had also changed into a chocolate cake! It didn't take her long to realize just what had happened, or to come up with an idea on how to get back at her sister. After looking threw the settings a bit and finding some instructions, she learned that she can change anything around her with her mind remembering what happened before. Also, if she speaks just after the flash, she can influence even more change. With a smirk on her face, she goes to her sisters door and can peek into the room. Bell was sitting on her bed on her phone. This was the perfect time to test out the camera.” She pointed it at Bell and taped on the screen before taking the picture. “Hey! Don't take a picture of me!” Bell shouted. “Mom called and wanted me to check if your diaper is wet again.” Kailey said as she came into the room to now see her sister. Bell was still in her normal shirt but her pants were gone and replaced with a pull up with nothing covering them up. “They aren't diapers, their pull ups!” Bell shouted as she blushed and was reminded of the accidents she had been having lately. “What's the difference?” Kailey said sarcastically as she walked over to get a better look at the pull-up. “Watch it. Or i swear once i'm out of these i'll put you in them.” Bell told her little sister. “No you can't.” Kailey replied as she began thinking of more things she could do. “You want to bet?” Bell asked as she got annoyed “i'm still much bigger than you and can put you in them right now.” Bell then got up and marched over to her dresser to grab a pullup and when she turned around, she saw her sister taking a selfie and then a flash. Bell was now rubbing her eyes and trying to get rid of the spots she was seeing. "What a good girl getting your pull up for a change." A fomiller, yet different voice said. When Bell was able to see again, she was now looking up at her big sister Kailey. Kailey was a tall 13 year old girl who had straight A's in school, while Bell was a short 10 year old who had trouble keeping her pull ups dry. Bell was very jealous of her older sister and everyone knew it. "Want big sister to help you?" Kailey asked. "N-no! I can do it myself!" Bell shouted and stuck out her tongue in annoyance at her big sister. "You sure? That pull up looks awful full, did you poop in it again?" Kailey asked to tease. "That only happened once!" Bell shouted it won't happen again! "Well see." Kailey said with another smile as she left the room to let her now little sister change herself. Then she got another idea! Just before their parents got home, Kailey fiddled with the settings on the camera. "Bell. come here a moment,” Kailey said as Bell came into the living room, “want to try taking a picture?” Bell's eyes lit up for a moment as she came over to her sister and looked at the camera Kailey got. Kailey helped Bell set up the camera just right to take a picture of the cake and presents on the table when the door behind them opened and both their mom and dad came in. “What are you girls doing?” Mom asked. “Just taking a picture to remember little Bell’s special day.” Kailey told them with a smile. “Huh?” Bell asked as Kailey helped Bell take the photo and the flash went off. When Bell looked back she could see something strange had just happened. The table had far more presents than before, but there were other bigger stuff surrounding the table. And above it was a banner that said “happy back to diapers!” “W-wha?” Bell said in surprise. “It was so nice of you to share your birthday with Bell’s special day.” mom said to Kailey with a smile. “She is going to be such a happy baby girl.” “N-no! I'm not a baby!” Bell shouted but only got coos and awas back. “Sounds like someone is getting fussy,” Dad said as he walked over to the cake. “Let's give her a slice before we put her down for a nice nap.” “I don't need a nap!” Bell shouted but was pulled over to the table by her big sister. “Come one and have some cake baby girl.” Kailey told Bell as she forced her to sit at the head of the table were her mom gave her a tiny slice of cake. No one would listen to her whine and plead for someone to believe she wasn't a baby. But they fell on def ears as Kailey not only opened her presents, but Bell’s as well. Boxes of diapers, toys, changing supplies, meddasion, a rocking horse, clothes, and even a high chair. By the end, Bell was silently in tears as their was nothing she could do to stop this. “Arnt you happy Bell” Kailey asked with a smile as she fiddled with her camera and set a delay reaction. “You got so much nice stuff.” “Kailey, i-i don't want to be a baby!” Bell whined with tears in her eyes. “I don't like diapers!” “What do you mean?” Kailey asked as took a picture of Bell “This picture says otherwise.” For a moment, Bell couldn't understand what she was seeing in the picture, but as if her body was no longer her own, Bell stood up on the chair, turned around and squatted in front of everyone. “Look! My little baby is doing it, i'm so proud.” Mom said with a smile. “And just look at her face, she must really enjoy it.” Dad said with a smile as well. Everyone watched as Bell released the biggest poop of her life into her pull-ups. Making it well known she was to young for them and needing something more appropriate. But the look on Bell’s face was that of pure bliss and happiness. “Im pooping! Im pooping!” Bell shouted excitedly as the pull-up barely held it all it. Then gave her bottom a nice little shake to let everyone know just how much she loves it. “Now what do you say to sissy for making your day so special?” Kailey asked. “Twank you!” Bell shouted happily. “Your welcome baby girl, but I don't think you can really be a 10 year old anymore, i think your more fitting as 1.” With one last flash, Bell was now a happy, messy little one year old. Just so happy to be in her poopy diaper. Soon she will be upset when she is changed and want to be back in her dirty diaper again. But for the moment, she was happy. Especially when big sister Kailey bounced the messy baby on her knee, making Bell giggle in delight. “I'm so glad your happy Bell.” Kailey whispered into the baby’s ear. “You were always such a big baby.”
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