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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. This one is a bit of an experiment. I keep seeing people saying that you can't be a real artist/writer/etc anymore because you can get an AI to do it instead. I wondered how true that really is. So I've got a short story partly written by AI. I let it write chunks of text, as well as suggesting some events in the story. I do actually have 2 other stories I've tried to work on in this way (one that I had a detailed plan for in advance, and one started by using the AI to brainstorm), but not sure if anyone would be interested. This story is partly written by me, partly by chatGPT, and partly by sudowrite (both of which I believe use the GPT-3 language models). If anyone is particularly curious, my Patreon people have access to a document which has the prompts that I gave the AI, as well as its responses, with the parts that I added or replaced highlighted in a different colour. My conclusion is that editing this to remove continuity errors, and working out how to phrase the prompts so that it doesn't go completely off the rails, is harder than writing the words myself, but I can get through it a little quicker. I don't think it's as good as human-written text yet, but it's a pretty close thing. What do you think? Christmas Child As I woke up, I couldn't help but feel excited and curious about what the day had in store. Although it was my third year at university, this would be the first time I had spent Christmas away from my family. I had been working a part-time job and was offered a large bonus to continue working over the Christmas break, so I had decided to stay in town this year. My boyfriend, Noel, was also staying in town, and he had promised to give me a very special present. I had no idea what it could be. I couldn’t help wondering about the present as I lay there in bed. I knew that it was going to be exactly what I wanted, but that didn’t give me too many clues. There were some things I wanted that were too embarrassing to even talk about, let alone ask for, and I’d resigned myself to the fact that they could only ever be fantasies. For many of them, it was the thought of how embarrassed I would be that made them so appealing. But over the last few weeks, Noel had hypnotized me several times, saying that he could help me to tell the truth so that he could find out exactly what I wanted most. I knew now that I had told him, but had since realized that I had no idea which of my desires we had discussed and planned for. As I lay in bed, still failing to guess what my special present might be. I felt like a kid at Christmas again. I found myself guessing impossible and things like a pony, or a time machine, just like I had when I was small. And when I laughed at myself for that, it just reassured me that this was going to be the most wonderful Christmas ever. I got out of bed and looked at the presents under my little tree, all gift-wrapped and waiting to be opened. I couldn't wait to see what was inside. I was really feeling like a child again, and it was such a wonderful feeling. I finally dragged myself out of bed and put a couple of Pop-Tarts in the toaster for breakfast. They were almost done when I heard a knock at the door. It was Noel, somehow managing to look dashing despite a truly dreadful Christmas sweater and a fluffy Santa hat. Finally, my boyfriend had arrived and I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me. "I feel like a kid at Christmas!" I said as he walked in the door. "That's exactly what I had hoped for," Noel replied with a grin. "During the hypnosis sessions, I told you that the more you act like a child, the more you'll feel like a child and experience the excitement of Christmas again. I hope you're ready for a day of fun and play." I was thrilled by this news. It was just what I needed to kickstart my holiday cheer. I served breakfast and poured a coffee for Noel, and then thought that the little kid who got so excited about Christmas probably wasn’t big enough to enjoy coffee. So I poured myself a big glass of apple juice instead. I found that it really did help me feel even more excited about the day ahead. A couple of Pop-Tarts later, we sat down to open our presents, and I couldn't wait to see what was inside. There were a dozen small gifts from friends and family, mostly little trinkets to show that they were thinking about us. I tore into the gift-wrapped packages, eager to see what everyone had sent, and even more excited as I got closer to discovering what Noel had gotten me. As I unwrapped each gift, I felt more and more like a child on Christmas morning. The biggest surprise was a pair of green and white fluffy knee socks, that seemed perfect for the winter weather. In between the gifts, we sat on the floor beside the tree and chatted about our plans for the day. Noel suggested a whole bunch of fun activities he had planned to help me feel more childlike, including making gingerbread houses, decorating cookies, and playing board games. I couldn't wait to get started. And then there was just one box left. The special gift from Noel. The one that he had assured me would lead to the most embarrassing thing we’d ever done together, if I was brave enough to look inside. I knew he was giving me a choice to back out, but when I was feeling so energetic I couldn’t wait to discover what he had got for me. The parcel was oblong, but it didn’t have the sharp edges that a cardboard box might have had. It was wrapped in shiny red paper with a big white ribbon, and I could hardly contain my excitement as I started to tear off the wrapping. I made a few guesses about what might be inside, suggesting everything from a new laptop with way too much protective packing, to a giant stuffed animal. When I picked it up and felt the weight, my first thought was a tightly-rolled new duvet. I think it was about the right size, but that would have been round. There were a couple of layers of wrapping paper, with different designs. I grew more and more excited as I ripped through each of them. By the end, I even used my teeth to attack the tape, which I hadn’t done since I really was a little kid. Under the last layer, I saw plastic wrapping with a couple of festive images on; Christmas trees, stars, and dancing baby reindeer. But that gave me no clue what was inside. I couldn’t guess, until I pulled wrapping paper away from the corner and saw a BKS logo on the pack. That was a brand I’d heard of before, but not something I had expected to receive. But as I tipped my gift out of the last piece of paper, I realized that my last guess had been correct. “Diapers?” I asked, confusion and embarrassment fighting for my attention. But then realization dawned: “This is part of making me experience Christmas like a little kid, right? If I put them on, I’ll get even more childish and excited?” “Exactly. Every childish thing you do will make you feel younger. And when you use your diapers, you’ll feel like a real baby for a few minutes. You’ll be amazed and excited by all the decorations, and the Christmas lights, even if you’re too young to understand what Christmas is about.” “I don’t think I’ll do that,” I said. Wearing diapers to feel younger was one thing, but there was no way I would be brave enough to wet myself in front of the man I adored. But I opened the pack carefully, and pulled out a diaper from one end. It was large enough for an adult woman, but printed with the same childish, christmassy design as the packaging. As I wondered if I even knew how to put one on, I saw that Noel had already produced a bottle of baby powder from somewhere. “Let me help you with that,” he said, and reached out to take the diaper out of my hand. “A little one like you doesn’t know how to change her own diapers.” I blushed, but lay back on the carpet where he directed. Noel gently tugged on my pajama bottoms, and folded them neatly in the corner. Then he carefully placed the diaper under me and began to fasten the sides. He talked to me in a gentle, soothing voice, like he would to a real baby. "There we go,” he said. “All snug and dry. You're going to have such a fun day, little one. We're going to build gingerbread houses and decorate cookies and play board games. And when you use your diaper like a good girl, I'll give you lots of hugs and kisses. Won't that be fun?" I couldn't help but giggle at the way he was talking to me. It was silly and playful, and it made me feel like a child again. I made a half-hearted attempt to reassure him that I didn’t really intend to use the diaper, but stopped myself when I realized that was still an adult thought. If I wanted to get more into the role, I needed to say it like a real child would. “I’m not gonna!” I said, decorating my face with a playful pout. “I’m gonna go potty like a big girl!” “Of course you are,” he said, barely containing a laugh. He helped me to sit up, then helped me change my pajama top for a sweater top that looked just like an awful Christmas jumper. Those fuzzy socks completed my festive baby outfit, and I was all set for the day. I couldn't wait to see all the fun activities he had planned. When I stood up again, I caught sight of my reflection in the TV screen. I looked a little silly in just a Christmas jumper, a diaper, and socks. But I looked so cute as well, and somehow none of the clothes were quite as childish as the grin on my face. I even did a twirl to get a better look at myself. I snuggled up next to him on the couch, feeling cozy and warm in my diaper. I felt so safe when he put his arm around me, like he was all I needed in the world. I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about how the diaper felt, both physically and emotionally. On the one hand, it was a little strange to be wearing something so childish, especially in front of Noel. On the other hand, it was also kind of fun. I had always been a little bit of a neat freak, and it was liberating to let go of that and just be a little careless. I was surprised by how much it pushed my legs apart, and made it just a little bit harder to walk. And I suspected that sooner or later, I would end up crawling instead, and that would make me feel even more childish. “How would you like to watch TV?” Noel asked, and I nodded energetically. I knew that it would be easy to find something fun to watch, especially today/ We browsed through the movie options, and I couldn't help but make childish suggestions like "The Grinch" and "Frosty the Snowman." In the end, we decided to watch “A Charlie Brown Christmas," and I found myself getting more and more into the spirit of things as the show went on. I laughed at all the silly antics of the Peanuts gang, and even found myself getting a little teary-eyed during the more emotional parts. As the cartoon neared its end, I started to realize that I needed to go to the bathroom. I moved slightly, and was immediately reminded of the bulk of the diaper. Could I use that? I quickly decided no; it was still too embarrassing to contemplate. But I’d already noticed, in my inspection of the diaper, that the tabs were hook and loop fasteners rather than sticky tape. So it should be easy enough to take the diaper off, go to the bathroom, and put it back on when I was done. I turned my attention back to the screen, knowing it would only be a few minutes before the credits rolled. "What's up, little one?" Noel asked, noticing my movements. "I need to go to the bathroom," I said, feeling a little embarrassed. "Oh? he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Did you know that your diaper has a special feature that might help you?" “The tabs?” I said. “I saw that on the pack. So there’s no problem using the bathroom.” “Not that. There’s a magic button, too.” He ran his fingers across one of the stars on the front of the diaper, and I felt a funny tingling. I could imagine sparkles and fairy dust swirling around it when he touched it, and I knew this must be something he’d done with the hypnosis. "Here," he said, "Press this one." I hesitated for a moment, but my curiosity had always been powerful, even when I wasn’t feeling like a little kid. I decided to go along with it. I pressed the star and felt the tingling in my tummy intensify. Suddenly, the need to pee became urgent. I had to go right away, not wait for the show to end. I couldn’t hold it another second. I tried to stand up, but before I could even make it off the couch, Noel tapped the star again. And then, it was like the dam burst. I couldn't help wetting myself, feeling the warm sensation spreading through the diaper, and all my big girl thoughts draining away. "See? It's like magic," Noel said, grinning. "Now you don't have to worry about going to the bathroom. You can just relax and enjoy being a little one." I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. I didn’t even know why I was laughing; I didn’t know what he was saying. I didn’t understand the words on the TV either, but I liked the bright colours, and the feeling of relief as I flooded my diaper. Somewhere in my mind, the words I’d heard were stored away so I could understand them later. But right in that moment I was way too young for language, or for thoughts. I was filled with joy, and laughing in a world that seemed like an incomprehensible kaleidoscope of colours interesting colours and things for me to taste. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I started to remember how to think and talk again. It was a strange feeling, like waking up from a deep sleep. I looked around and saw Noel sitting next to me, still grinning from ear to ear. "Hey there, little one," he said, ruffling my hair. "Did you have fun?" "I think I did," I said, running my finger across the stars on my diaper. I could feel the magic inside, even before I started pressing the stars. It was like when you're little and you make a wish before blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. "So," Noel said, "Just so you know, you can use the magic stars whenever you want. Today or in the future." "Of course," I said, giggling like a child. "Maybe I will. But not today." "Good girl," he said. "Now, should we get you into a fresh diaper before we do anything else?" I nodded, and he helped me off the couch, then pulled at the tapes on my diaper. As it fell away from me, I saw that it was only a little damp, and probably hadn't needed changing right away. I felt so happy then, I knew I could have changed back into my regular clothes and still been giddy until the evening. But Noel was already pulling a clean diaper out of the pack. Noel carefully laid me down on the rug and began to wrap me in fresh plastic and soft cotton, taking care to tuck it all in snugly. As he fastened the tapes I felt as if everything was right in the world. I couldn't help but smile up at him as he gave me a gentle pat on my bum. Once we were both satisfied with my diaper, Noel helped me up and we went into the kitchen for lunch. We had a light snack of fruit salad and cheese sandwiches, washed down with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The meal was simple but delicious - just like being a kid again! Afterwards we returned to the living room, where I half expected we would watch cartoons on TV until it was time for our Christmas dinner. But instead, I saw that he'd somehow found time to unpack more stuff from his bag while I was eating. In the middle of the floor was a large plastic sheet to protect the carpet, and in the middle of it there were little pots of paint, brushes, and little pieces of coloured card. "What do you think?" Noel asked. "Does my baby girl want to try making her own Christmas decorations?" I couldn't believe my eyes. Making decorations was something I'd only dreamed of doing while I was still in diapers. Of course, I said yes and Noel started to spread out everything on the plastic sheet. He brought a bunch of toilet roll tubes from the recycling box, and we spent an hour painting them like Santa, angels, and elves. My painting was very clumsy, but he helped me do well and praised me for it. Every time I finished decorating one of the pieces he gave me a big hug and told me how clever I was. When all the decorations were finished we hung the angels on my little Christmas tree with all the tinsel and string lights. The other figures stood around the base of the tree, like they were having a party. It was so much fun seeing them all twinkle in the soft light as we sat back and looked at our handiwork. The magic that day seemed almost tangible; it felt like this happiness would never fade away. But eventually, I began to feel tired. The excitement and energy of the day was beginning to take its toll on me. Noel noticed this, and suggested that I take an afternoon nap, like a real baby. I couldn't help but agree; this had been an incredibly energetic Christmas already, and I couldn't wait to close my eyes. I didn't know if I would even be able to sleep, when I was so excited. But as Noel tucked me in he gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead, and seconds later I was drifting off into a deep sleep. * * * "Are you awake?" Noel asked. Noel's voice filled my head, and I felt like I was being gently rocked in my crib. I opened my eyes to see Noel standing over me, a big smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile back, so happy to see him again. "Are you awake?" he asked again. "Do you want to change back into a big girl?" I thought hard about it, because I was starting to feel the need to poop, and didn't want to use my diaper for that. But after a moment of consideration I realized that I could wait until after dinner. "Can I stay little a bit more?" I asked, wondering how much work he was putting into this. "If it's okay with you…" "As long as you want," he said. "My present today is the sweetest little baby to play with, so you just think about what you want." So I stayed in my diaper a little while longer, and we went down to the kitchen. There, Noel prepared a traditional Christmas dinner for us - turkey and all the trimmings. He served me carefully with one hand, as if I was still a tiny baby; he even fed me some of the food like I was too clumsy to do it myself. Here and there he gave me gentle pats on my bum whenever I did something cute or made him laugh. While I was eating, I felt the pressure building in my bladder. I knew that I could have gone in my diaper, or even used the magic stars to make it easier. But I thought that if my mind went fully baby, I might lose control of my bowels as well. So told Noel that I was okay when he asked. He must have seen me squirming a little, because when I jumped down from my chair his hand went straight to tap the star on the front of my diaper. At first, I thought it was just the same as last time. My need to pee went from pretty urgent to right-this-second, and I turned to run to the bathroom. But then I realized that I was doing a magical pee-pee dance! It was incredible; my legs were doing a little shimmy and jig without me even thinking about it. With each step, the sensations in my bladder became stronger and stronger, while the urge to dance kept me from moving towards the bathroom. I couldn't even press my legs together because the diaper was so thick. I grabbed the diaper and pressed on it, but nothing helped and a second later I felt the first spurt of pee escape into the padding, and my big-girl thoughts dissolved. I was just a baby again. I couldn't understand the words Noel said as he laughed, or anything that was going on around me, but that didn't matter. I didn't know enough to connect the warmth spreading through my diaper with the relief from my bladder, but that didn't matter. I could just let it go without another thought. I couldn't remember how to stand up either, but that didn't matter either because I was happy lying on the soft carpet, rolling around. Instincts were all I needed now. There was a feeling that meant I needed to push, and then my tummy felt a lot bigger as the poop filled the back of my diaper. I giggled again, vaguely aware that Daddy was calling me a good girl. I don't know if I was trying to roll over, or to sit up. I just joyfully waved my arms and legs in the air, and reached out towards colourful things that I didn't know anything about. After a few minutes of laughter, I felt my thoughts start to return. I wanted to hide in shame, after realizing what I had done. I tried to crawl away, but the full diaper weighed more than usual and seemed to be weighing me down. I couldn't move at all without feeling the mess squish against my skin. Noel was there in an instant, to hold me close. He kissed my hair and murmured soothing words, telling me that everything was okay. Once we reached my bed, where the changing mat was already spread out, Noel laid me gently on the bed and started taking off my diaper with careful hands. "That’s better,” he said. “Let’s get you all clean. Would you like to grow up now, or shall we keep you in diapers for a little while?” My heart fluttered and I thought about how safe I felt in his arms. But then I remembered the accident, and I shook my head firmly. "No, I want to stay in diapers," I said, my voice quavering a little. "I want to enjoy my gift all day. But... don't make me have an accident again, please?" "I won't," he said. "But sometimes accidents happen, and that's okay. I'll keep you safe, no matter what." He started to put a clean diaper back on me then, and I couldn't help but frown a little. It seemed weird that I felt completely innocent while I was lying naked in front of him, but that didn't matter. As long as he would just hold me, I could be happy whatever I was wearing. "Open your legs," he said. I did, and he slid the new diaper under me. I felt him wipe my bottom clean, and then slide it into place, between my legs. I was amazed at how soft and comfortable the diaper felt. I relaxed into the mattress, and smiled contentedly. "There we go," Noel said. "Now ickle baby won't have so much trouble going to the bathroom." I giggled. I didn't understand why going to the bathroom was so funny, but it was. "Jingle bells, jingle bells," Noel was saying. "Jingle all the way." I couldn't quite remember what he was singing, but as I heard him hum the tune I thought I remembered. I started to hum along too, then to hum a few of the words as well. I thought it was odd that I was singing a Christmas song while I was still in my pajamas, but it didn't matter. Noel stopped singing and looked down at me. I was still sitting there in my underwear, singing away, and couldn't remember why I had stopped. And then I jumped a little when I saw him. He must have heard my confusion, because he asked, "Was I singing? Oh well, never mind." He picked me up, and I couldn't help but smile as he carried me out to the living room. Noel laid me down on the couch, and arranged a warm blanket around us. We snuggled up together and watched TV for a while as I slowly started thinking like an adult again. He held my hand and pointed at things that were on the show, telling me what they were, until I knew that I was just playing along. I felt safe and loved in his arms, and the diaper was just a comfortable thing to wear. I could feel the warmth of his body, while his calming voice kept my worries away. His presence made everything feel right; all of my earlier distress vanished away until I released a contented sigh. “Was it a good Christmas gift?” he asked, as we watched the end credits of ‘Elf’ scrolling past. “The best,” I said. “I love you. And before you ask, I want to let you know that I'm happy to be your baby any time you want." We carried on watching Christmas movies, just because neither of us wanted to move. It wasn't long before I was grown up enough that he felt it was okay to kiss me in the quiet moments. The sun was well below the horizon when the next movie ended, and the only lights visible outside the window were the reds and blues of my neighbours’ Christmas decorations. I smiled softly at Noel, who had fallen asleep with his head on my shoulder. He looked so content with me in his arms, just as I felt with him. I shifted position slightly, and he murmured. I knew there was no way I would be able to get up without waking him, but he looked so peaceful right then. And really, I didn’t want to move. I was still just a little embarrassed, but I didn’t want to let anything spoil this moment. I looked down at my diaper, and traced the edge of the star with my fingertips. Then I smiled, and pressed the magic button one more time.
  3. Dear fellows, I stared this new set of artworks: The ABDL clinic. This new wonderful enterprise is being though to provide facilities to host and/or train ABDL patients. This is the proper place where you can submit your submissive partner to be trained and regressed back to incontinence and babyhood. They´re equipped with the most modern techniques of ABDL regression therapies and high-tech facilities. They also offers nusering services to host your subby partner and many other services for ABDL patients. Enjoy it, and let me know your suggestions for future artworks regarding this subject.
  4. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

    The ABDL clinic offers many facilities to train your sub back to babyhood. Now, with their new robotic nurse technology, patients can be nursed almost without human intervention for the convenience of jelous partners.

    © By OmutsuSama

  5. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

    Wanna train your wifey back to babyhood? The ABDL clinic will provide you with the best facilities and the most efficient trainers for her ABDL regression.

    © By OmutsuSama

  6. 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.

    © By OmutsuSama

  7. 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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  10. 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.
  11. 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.”
  12. View File Nanny Vanessa and Sahsa - Plastic Nanny Regression Sasha gets regressed by Nanny Venessa and made to wet her nappy from Plastic Nappy Submitter Zackwood Submitted 02/06/2019 Category Diapers and ageplay
  13. Miyu's Regression Chapter 1: A Second Chance at Life A/N: So... I need to start writing again since I don't know how to continue the first SAO DL story, my "Trouble With Yui" story. (Had it on Fanfiction back in 2013. I inspired the guy to write the SAO DL stories. Who knew! So I hope you enjoy! Remember to comment or follow or whatever. I never had a childhood... the time where I was little were rough. To me parents I was a mistake, I wasn't worth caring for. Then... they got sick. I gave up everything to help them even though they were so mean to me. As much as I tried, they would later die a few years later. I was a orphan... I had no where to go. I was kicked out of my home since I couldn't pay the bills to stay. When I thought all hope was lost... Yuri found me. She took me in and cared for my needs. She didn't know the situation I was in but she still took me in without question. She wanted me to call her Senpai... that meant a lot to me... Ever since then, Yuri has been caring for me. She has been giving me food to eat, clothes to wear, and a place to sleep. I went from the orphan red-haired girl to the red-haired girl who had someone. Little did I know, what would happen today. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I'm home, Senpai!" Miyu shouted with glee. Miyu then took off her shoes and walked towards the kitchen to see her blond-haired senpai cooking a nice juicy steak. She was still dressed in her business attire as usual. Miyu then got two plates down as her Senpai cut the steak in half and set the halves on the two plates. They then sat down at the table and began eating with their forks. "How was work today?" Miyu asked taking a bite of her steak. "It was fine. I almost lost my nerve today with another employee. Honestly, your their to do your job, not to sit around playing games on the computer," She growled before closing her blue eyes and taking a deep breath. "How was school?" "Well, I passed some tests. I hung out with my friends who started a food fight when I was not around. They are idiots!" Miyu giggled while Yuri showed no emotion what-so-ever. She then took her final bite of steak and put her plate in the sink before sitting back down. "Miyu, I'm going to get serious now. So this is no time for playing around. Since I've been your legal guardian for about a year, I obtain so files about you and I thought you wanted to read them. I already read through them so I thought you would." Yuri said sliding her a file full of papers in them. Miyu put her plate in the sink and sat back at the table and opened up the file which had her name on it. "Miyu Asaka, Born July 15th 2002. Sex: Female. Mother, Asura Asaka. Sex: Female. Deceased. Father, Kai Asaka. Sex: Male. Deceased," Miyu said out loud. Images from her past flashed before her eyes as she then broke down in tears and threw the file on the grown. "This was something I chose to forget... now I remember why I did." "Its alright, baby girl." Yuri raced by her side and hugged on her as she grabbed her hand and dragged her to her bedroom. Miyu sniffled as she noticed her door was shut. Usually it was always open. Was she preparing a surprise or something? Yuri than opened the door as Miyu noticed her room was different. She first noticed a crib then a changing table full of diapers as well. She also noticed the bright colors in her room as well as the play things and a rocking chair. Miyu eyes popped as she looked at Yuri with a grin on her face. "Your pregnant! I get to be a big sister! I've always wanted to be a older sibling!" Miyu sounded stoked. "You got the wrong picture, Miyu. I'm gonna have to show you for yourself. Strip, Miyu!" Yuri demaned. "Eh?" "Take off all of your clothes, Miyu!" Yuri demanded once more. "Why?" Miyu asked confusely. "Don't ask me why. Just do it." Yuri said in a iritated voice. Miyu shook as she unbuttoned her white shirt. She then took off her black skirt and stood there wearing nothing but pink panties and a pink bra. "T..there I... stripped." Miyu shook nervously. "Your panties and bra too, Miyu." Miyu blushed as she took off her bra and panties and tossed them aside. "There... but what does this have to do with you showing me?" Miyu shivered. Yuri then walked over to the changing table and grabbed a diaper, a pink skirt and a white flowered shirt. "Lay down, Miyu." She demanded. "What... why do I need to lay down... I'm still wondering what does this have to do with you showing me your baby?" "I don't need anymore questions! Lay down like a good girl." Yuri baby talked Miyu. Miyu did as requested and layed down on the floor and looked up at Yuri knelt on the floor. She than lifted her legs up and slid the diaper underneath. "I don't need diapers.... I'm a big girl. I'm not a baby!" Miyu fussed and kicked her legs up and down. Yuri smacked her butt as Miyu began to cry. Yuri than pulled the diaper up over her privates and then taped the sides. Miyu sniffled as she saw the child-like design of animals on her diaper. Miyu began crying again as Yuri started to hush her. "Its alright baby girl. I read you didn't have a good childhood so I'm giving you a second chance at life. Your the baby, Miyu." Yuri cooed her. Miyu sniffled as Yuri began to dress her with the pink skirt and white flowered shirt. Yuri then put a red bow in her hair and picked her up. She then rocked Miyu in her arms and sat her on the ground. Yuri started to tickle her while Miyu was giving no reaction what-so-ever. "I'm not a baby... Senpai. I'm a big girl and big girls go to school." Miyu sniffled. Yuri then grabbed Miyu once again and sat in the rocking chair, bouncing Miyu on her leg. "Yes, you are a baby. First, you shall address me as mommy. Secondly, I took you out of school. Lastly, big girls don't wear diapers. Now, I'm gonna warm you up some baby food. When I get back I expect you to use that diaper because your not gonna use the toilet." Yuri placed Miyu on the ground as she left the room to make her soom baby food. "I'm not a baby. I'm gonna take this all off and put on my big-" Miyu then noticed her school clothes, her bra, and her panties were no longer in the room. Miyu face palmed herself as she felt her diaper snug up against her privates for a brief moment. She sat there for a moment before a warm stream of pee started entering her diaper. "This feeling... am.. I... PEEING!?" Miyu said to herself as she tried to stop the flow but couldn't. The flow then stopped as she could feel the wetness all around her lower body. "That was gross..." Miyu sat her in her warm wetness as she felt a sudden push from her bowels. "No... no no no. Please not that." Miyu shook in fear as she felt the warm squishy poo enter her diaper. Like with the pee, she tried to stop it but she couldn't. Once after her movement was finished a small stream of pee came after and ended quickly. "Did I just.... use my diapers," Miyu sniffled before accidently sitting in the mess she just made. Miyu then realized she was no longer a big girl and started to cry loudly. Yuri rushed in the room and picked up Miyu and cradled her. "Its alright baby girl. What's the matter?" Yuri hushed her before smelling the stench of poop. "You made a mess didn't you? Momma is here and she will clean you up." Yuri then placed Miyu on the changing table and slowly took off her black skirt and put it off to the side. "I'm a... big girl... I can change myself..." Miyu cried trying to keep every ounce of her older self intact. Yuri then wiped the tears off of Miyu's white cheeks before replying, "Sshhhh your not big enough to change yourself. This is why momma is here." Yuri then undid her diaper as she saw her privates and her butt covered in poo. Miyu saw this and turned away and bawled her eyes out. "Your such a messy girl, Miyu." Yuri baby talked Miyu. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Next Time: Chapter 2: Yuri's New Baby Girl
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