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By Kitty Angel · Posted
86. Acceptance Dinner turned out to be something like porridge made from beans, with pieces of roast ham in it, served with turnip and beetroot chips. It was something she’d never encountered before, although it was somewhat similar to Greek fava. Gabby introduced it as a family tradition; and Tess was left wondering if her dad had ever come across it, or if this was from the other side of Gabby’s family. But after she’d started eating, she knew that this meal was filling and surprisingly warming; something she would be happy to try again. Ffrances didn’t say anything about Tess’s accident, for which she was grateful. Gabby didn’t say anything either; it was just a little easier for Tess to think about it when she told herself that her cousin would never know. All the conversation was small talk; there was nothing big left to say. Tess found that she kept glancing towards the door, wondering when the rest of her luggage would be delivered; but she had everything she really needed already. She was sure that it would show up sooner or later. “Looking forward to tomorrow?” Gabby asked. “Opening all your Christmas presents?” “Yeah,” Tess said, and nodded. She’d seen them earlier; boxes wrapped in glittering paper under the tree in the lounge. She was curious to see what they had got for her, as well as nervous that she might be getting in over her head again. It still seemed a bit weird, but she was getting used to the idea that this was something that some people were into. Even if she wasn’t one of them, she wasn’t going to judge anyone else for what they liked. Last time they’d done a whole age regression hypnosis thing, she had gone along with it because Gabby wanted to. Now she knew that Gabby hadn’t been entirely honest about what she wanted, Tess wasn’t sure if she should regret that choice. But this time she was doing it to help Ffrances, and that was a choice she had made herself. That made a world of difference; and the hypnosis would still mask her real feelings, so she could be sure it would feel like fun while it was happening. “Yeah,” she repeated. “It should be fun.” And as she said that, Tess was surprised to find that she really meant it. Even if being a little kid wasn’t her interest, she could enjoy the experience of being changed. Making other people happy had always been the best feeling for her. And if she could learn more about how this kind of thing worked, she could come to understand it better. Maybe it would be the first step towards exploring other roles that could be achieved using hypnosis; although she was sure that most of the ideas in her mind would be best left until both she and Spike were adults in the eyes of the law. Childish headspace would be a place she could experiment for now; wholesome and innocent, even if it was embarrassing. And she could learn so much; easily enough to make it worth trying. “Would you like to try being little tonight? If you’re a child overnight, you’ll be so excited when you wake up in the morning.” “I have to work, babe,” Ffrances pointed out. “Don’t think I’d be so good at my job if I was a little kid.” “I meant Tess,” Gabby said, apparently missing the point. She really didn’t seem to understand how much her girlfriend wanted to be a child, and just ignored any comments that didn’t fit in neatly with her expectations. “You don’t have to join her all the time. She could start relaxing, winding down after all a long day having to do grown-up things. It would be good for her, and then she could wake up tomorrow already feeling little. Start off in the right mood so it’s easier to feel it.” “I don’t know,” Tess mumbled, but she wasn’t really sure what she should say. She knew that Gabby was just looking for an opportunity to explore her own ‘Mommy’ fantasies without oversight from Ffrances; but they had been very careful with the latest batch of new suggestions. Tess was sure that she could stop it at any time if it got too much. And waking up Christmas morning feeling like a kid – even if it wasn’t the usual date – sounded like it would be an interesting experience. Would it be worth trying? “I could do with that chance to relax,” Ffrances answered while Tess was still thinking about it. “It’s going to be a tough evening, but I think it’ll only be a couple of hours. Maybe–” “I’m sure I can think of something to work your stress away,” Gabby interrupted, and this time the frustration was clearly visible on her girlfriend’s face. She knew that Gabby would try to stop her exploring her own little headspace, and she didn’t expect anything else. But she kept on hoping that she would get a chance to do it. “Maybe later. I think I’m going to go for a drive, get out in nature for a bit. Relax before I get to work. Oh, maybe… I was going to lend you the next few issues of Ex Humanis. Do you want to come for a ride and we can pick it up, Tess? I’ll drop you back here before I go back to work.” “Did we watch the movie of that one?” Gabby answered first. “I think–” “Yeah,” Tess cut in, seeing her chance slipping away. With what Ffrances had already said, she was sure that this was an excuse to get out of the house so that she could have a few private moments with Spike, wherever he was now. She needed to give Gabby some motivation to go along with the plan, and the right words came so easily now she had a better understanding of what her cousin wanted. “I’m a bit peopled out, it might be good to ride around the country roads for a while, and I can bring the comics back. Maybe walk in the park a bit on the way back, and give Gabby a chance to get everything ready if she wants me to be her little girl overnight.” “Are you okay with that?” Ffrances asked. “Don’t feel obligated on my account, if there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with.” Tess thought about it, and then shrugged to say that she was fine. She would be able to control her regression, she was sure. She would only be as little as she consented to. And she knew that playing along and keeping Gabby happy would probably make it easier for Ffrances to join in later. However it turned out, she wouldn’t wind up experiencing anything without agreeing to it, and she was curious enough to play along and find out what Gabby had in mind for her. Especially if it gave her a chance to see Spike. “Yeah. Something tells me you both missed me. You’re looking for an opportunity to subtly reinforce the new triggers through conversation, right? Like you did last time? And Gabby’s impatient to try it out. Well, I can’t say no to that, I’m pretty curious too. So, sure. Let’s go for a drive. But I hope the offer of those comics is real too.” The adults laughed, and Gabby couldn’t argue now. She could see that this was something that benefited her; she was probably already congratulating herself for her good planning. * * * “I probably don’t need to reinforce those suggestions,” Ffrances said, once they’d taken a few minutes to put on coats and boots. “We had three sessions before you went away, and you’ve listened to the file twice, I think. Plus you know that the triggers are already working. If you weren’t omitting anything before.” “I know. And no, it works fine. But Gabby was going to insist on coming with us, so I wanted to come up with an excuse for her not to. If she thinks I’ll be her little girl…” “Just so long as you’re happy with that. I don’t want to push you if it’s just for my sake. Is it something you enjoy, really? Gabby pushed you to do this for her, and I want to know that you’ve not just switched to doing it for me. That wouldn’t be fair on you.” “No,” Tess shook her head. “It’s not specifically… my kind of thing. But it’s close enough, I think. I’d like to learn more about it, about how it feels and what it can do. I can’t even… I don’t know what I feel about a lot of it. But I know there’s something in there. More about control than the baby thing, I think. When you triggered me before… I tried to fight it, and I couldn’t. I think I can say I like that feeling somehow. But it would be nicer if it wasn’t just… peeing. You know? I’m sure there’s more you can do with it. But it’s not really a bad thing. I’m happy to go there, and there’s a part of it I can enjoy even if it isn’t what Gabby thinks it should be. How about you? No second thoughts?” “No. You’re going to be in control. You’re okay with that? Even if you’re regressing yourself?” “It’s perfect. Responsibility makes me feel alive. It isn’t a burden, at all. Trust me, what I said to Gabby isn’t a lie. I don’t know if I’d be willing to keep on being her little girl to keep her happy. But having a little sister to take care of… I’m looking forward to that so much. Maybe as much as you are.” “I doubt that,” Ffrances grinned. “But I’m glad you can enjoy it too. I feel like I should say, you don’t have to let Gabby play with your triggers tonight. That’s up to you, and if she tries to push it you text me right away. Understand? But if you’re doing it, would you like to test that one out again? There was an option to make you drop even more deeply into your littlespace, which we didn’t include in the previous test.” “You mean like… making me wet the bed so I wake up little? That’s…” Tess paused for a while. Ffrances didn’t know that her mum had inadvertently triggered that one. But at the same time, she still wasn’t sure why trying to resist and finding that she couldn’t was such an important distinction to her. Even if the actual effect of the trigger wasn’t one she was excited about, she wanted to explore those feelings. And how much hypnosis could change her perceptions; she couldn’t wait to analyse how it felt when that happened. “I mean… it’s embarrassing, but maybe. I guess. If I know it’s going to happen, so I can properly test how hard it is to fight it. I might actually… And I guess it would help me get ready for whatever you got planned in the morning.” She couldn’t believe she’d just said that. But she was starting to realise that hypnosis was something that really, really intrigued her. She wanted to understand it properly, to know what it was capable of. And she wanted to try it more, even if she was a little less than one hundred percent certain whether she would prefer to be the person saying the trigger words, or being overpowered by them. Ffrances outlined a rough idea. That she would tell Tess to have an accident like a baby when she woke in the morning, so that she could see how it felt to sink into her headspace. And after a little hesitation, Tess nodded. It would be easier to please Gabby that way, and a happy Gabby was more likely to be flexible. Tess would still be mostly adult tonight, just playing along until bedtime. So she would be available to help Ffrances get into that same headspace, if she was in the mood when she came home. And in a weird way, it felt like a more mature choice. Wetting the bed because hypnosis had made her… somehow that was okay, because it was part of an experiment. A whole world away from the nightmare of real accidents. She wasn’t sure she could explain the distinction well, but Ffrances seemed to understand. She said the trigger words. “Thank you,” Tess said, blushing furiously. “No, thank you. But I think we still have time for a little break. Not feeling little yet, are you?” “No. Is… Wait, we’re going to see Spike, right? I just assumed…” “Briefly. He’s been throwing himself into it so much, he barely takes a break. I think in some ways, he might feel like he’s under pressure to take responsibility for everything. Maybe you can talk him out of it for a while. But you at least deserve a chance to see him.” The car pulled into Pine Ridge Municipal Care Trust, and Tess knew there was nothing else to say. She would get to see Spike again, even if she had no idea what she wanted to say to him. In spite of every possible obstacle, Ffrances had made the day perfect. And tomorrow, Tess knew, she could look forward to returning the favour. -
I wear diapers to bed every night and my wife is the one who puts them on me. She actually enjoys it and makes a game out of it. I normally don't wear them during the day, but I've worn 24/7 for some short periods and she would only occasionally change me if she had the time, not more than once a day normally, and then at night, the rest of the changes were up to me. The one thing she never did was check my diaper, which I think would be very fun if she did, but she has told me some times that my diaper is smelly and offered to change me. All in all, can't complain, she is very open and willing to help me, even if she herself doesn't really enjoy it. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
82. My Mixed Blessings Tess was half asleep on the way home; I guessed that was the effects of jet lag. It could be so hard for a little one, especially travelling on her own. But when she dozed off for a few moments, she looked so peaceful slumped in her seat. I wondered if we would be able to get her a proper car seat, to help her feel more like a toddler. But I knew there was little chance. She was small, for sure, and she had a baby face, but I didn’t think she would fit comfortably in any of the seats I’d seen. Still, she was adorable. We sat in front of the TV for a good chunk of the afternoon, just killing time. She went up to her room briefly, saying that she had some extra homework to deal with. I thought she’d done everything before she went away; that was the kind of organised girl she normally was. But apparently that wasn’t the case. She explained that for some reason they were supposed to be writing a paper about festive traditions that they were unfamiliar with; and she had decided that the best way to approach it was to watch how things were different celebrating in San Lorenzo, and write about it when she got back. I could kind of understand that. It sounded kind of like one of the assignments I’d had in college, where the objective was more to assess your ability to do research and select the important points than any interest in what the question was about. Ten minutes after she left the lounge, I stood up and stretched. If I took her a coffee now she would probably be grateful, unless she was already asleep. And I was still hoping against the odds that there was a possibility of triggering her during the day. I’d sent her a message earlier and she’d shown no sign of having seen it. Did that mean that she had seen it, but for some reason hadn’t been mad? Or that she’d forgotten it just like the posthypnotic suggestions said, but the trigger only worked when she was going to sleep? Or could it be that she’d wet herself right away, while she was standing in line, but had managed to hide the fact from us because she’d already been wearing diapers for some reason? I didn’t think it was likely; she had way too much resistance to diapers even when I was directly pushing her, but it was possible. And a quick inspection of the trashcan in her room would tell me right away. “Huh?” I grunted, as I felt a hand on my wrist. I followed the shapely arm with my eyes, right up to Ffrances’s shapely body and captivating eyes. “I said, I’d like to check something. You relax, I’ll talk to Tess.” “I can–” “No. Listen, Gabby. This is me telling you what I am going to do. I want to talk to Tess, and I want a little privacy for this. It is not something for you to stick your nose into. Do you understand?” I nodded slowly. When she was in that kind of mood, I didn’t want to anger her. Even if all the ways she had to punish me turned out being fun in the end, I still wanted to make her happy. And perhaps this was when she finally realised she couldn’t play chicken. She might be begging Tess to find someone else to be the little girl for our Christmas plans. It would be impossible to do that at such short notice, and we’d probably have to call the whole thing off, but I was glad my girlfriend had finally seen some sense. She wasn’t cut out to be little; she was far too dominant. And pushing herself into that kind of situation would have proved it to her in the worst possible way. So I sat in the lounge and played stupid games on my phone for five minutes until Ffrances returned. She didn’t tell me whether Tess had agreed, or if the little girl was still trying to blackmail us. I didn’t push it; I met Ffrances’s eyes once, and immediately knew that she had decided this was her business. I wanted to be a big part of her life, but I knew that she was good at setting boundaries if there was something she didn’t want to talk about right now. Showing weakness in front of a small child was probably one of those times; she couldn’t bear me talking about something like that. So I let her process it herself; it wouldn’t be long before she was back to firing on all cylinders again. By the end of the show, I was sure she would be feeling better; but she still didn’t want to talk about it, whatever it had been. Instead we worked together to assemble dinner; Ffrances had suggested pease pudding today, served with slices of beet, peppers, and ham. We had the combination at least once every winter, and she’d told me before that it was a regional delicacy that her family preserved, although I didn’t know what region it could have originally come from. It was easy enough to make, in any case. I tried to make my excuses and check on Tess while the meat and veg were baking, but Ffrances was just as certain that our little didn’t want to be disturbed. I suggested that she would be tired, and that coffee would help to perk her up, but my girlfriend was having none of it. And of course, I couldn’t tell her why I really wanted to check. “Look,” she said. “I asked her to do something for me when she finished her homework, if there’s time before she comes down. Something private. You’re not going to disturb her. Okay? Just like I don’t want to be disturbed when I’m listening to those recordings I made.” That at least I could understand. I would have been able to check Tess’s trashcan and laundry bag for any signs of an accident without disturbing her; but that would have been even harder to explain to Ffrances. So I had to wait, and hope that after dinner I would have time to poke my head into the nursery. It turned out to be easier than I thought. Ffrances was off back to work this evening; working a late shift on a hotline for people who weren’t coping with seasonal anxiety. She said that she needed to unwind a little first, and invited Tess to come with her for a drive, and to pick something up from home. I could have gone too; it would have been just as easy. But I made my excuses to stay while those two made the quick trip up to Pine Ridge and back again. Ffrances said it was great to clear her head; Tess liked the reminder of how different the scenery here was; and when she was home again, she would be able to start unpacking in earnest. As soon as they were out of the door, I was rushing up to the nursery to check what had happened with Tess before. There was a pull-up in the trash, as I had expected, although she had put a bunch of candy wrappers on the top in an attempt to hide it. And she hadn’t even been here overnight, so I could be certain in my diagnosis. The trigger had worked. It was designed for overnight use, but it worked during the day as well. Even over XV. I congratulated myself, but resisted the urge to empty the bin. That would have told her I’d been snooping, and I didn’t want that. I just needed to wait until she returned. The arrival of a delivery van distracted me from any further musings on that subject. It was Tess’s luggage, showing up from the airport now. I guess that not waiting for her bags at the carousel had allowed her to leave ten minutes earlier, and she’d found it easier to get her homework done when she didn’t have to unpack the rest of her belongings first, but it still seemed strange to me that people would really pay for this service. Still, I pulled the bags inside, thanked the guy, and then carried them one by one upstairs. I put them down outside the nursery, as Tess had left the door locked, and if the bags were in there when she returned she might think that I’d been in her room without a good reason. I guessed I still had another five minutes before those two were back again; long enough for me to take a look at the laptop Tess had left open on her desk; to take another look at my FriendSpace profile and upvote a couple more ABDL-adjacent posts I had shared. It wouldn’t make much difference, but I knew there was a chance Ffrances would be watching those posts closely, and if she saw a note under some article, “Tess Naylor approves of this company”, it would be easier for her to believe in Tess’s enthusiasm for her new lifestyle. And then all I had to do was wait. * * * I was fretting a little when they had been out for nearly an hour. I knew that they might have a lot of time to talk about, but Ffrances should have already dropped Tess off and be on the way back to work if she wanted to start on time. She would be even more stressed than usual if she was late into the office; she couldn’t tolerate her own tardiness even if she knew that it was justified. Sometimes I wished that I could find a way to help her stop judging herself; but right now I was just worrying that something had happened to them. I’d been pacing for a few minutes before I decided to ask. I sent Ffrances a message on XV, asking if something had happened. Five more minutes passed before I got a response. She said she’d dropped the little one off and was on the way back into work, which could only make me worry more. I double checked Tess’s room, in case she had somehow come into the house without me hearing. I was sure that was impossible, but I still had to look, and the nursery was as empty as before. I was staring at my phone, trying to work out what could have happened or how I could ask, when I heard the door open. “Tess? Ffrances?” I called out. “Just me!” Tess was the one to answer. I got out of her room and closed the door quickly behind me, not wanting her to know I had been inside her private space. When I was downstairs she explained that there hadn’t been any problems. She had simply decided that she wanted to walk home, so had asked Ffrances to drop her off at the far end of the linear park. I knew that there were lights all the way along the cycle path, but cautioned her that it was cold outside and she should be more careful. She just said that was the point; it was freezing for the first time since she had been home, and she wanted to take photographs of the frost on the trees, illuminated by lights that cycled through all the colours of the rainbow along the sculpture trail. I hadn’t seen that before, and I couldn’t deny that she’d managed to capture some great images. -
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Only just seen this, but I'm about the same distance into 24/7 as oznl and Little Sherri. 1. I use my nappies for #1 only. I've had some very close calls with involuntary #2s though - not connected with stomach upsets. 2. Am I incontinent now? I really don't know. I know that may sound strange to some, but I just let my bladder do its thing. I learned how to relax my muscles down there years ago and it's been on automatic wetting setting for years. I have never tried to stop the flow from starting or tried to stop it once it's started. Could I stop it if I tried? I've no idea. I do know I've a lot less control over urgent #2 calls nowadays. I suspect I've little control over #1s these days but I'll probably never find out. I don't wet in my sleep, but when I'm in bed and awake or half awake, wetting usually starts without any notice. I never feel as if my bladder's full. I can wet by choice if I want to, and sometimes this makes sense when I'm in the bathroom having a shower or about to put on a fresh nappy - no point in wetting it the moment I pin it on is there? 3. I've probably covered that one already. 4. None really, once i went 24/7. That was the big milestone. I was very much ready for it by that time. 5. Very OK with it. I don't look back, I don't have regrets. It's part of my character, and I'm happy with that too. 6. Covered that too. 7. Yes, the rest of my life is relevant to it. My wife and I live a fairly quiet life without a huge amount of socialising. That makes 24/7 living a lot easier and suits me fine anyway.
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