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Anna is concerned. Ryan did as he was asked and yet no help as arrived. When the re-regressed Jane starts getting upset, Anna thinks of one way to make her friend feel better. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Jane was sat on the floor of the living room laughing and playing with dolls. She had just finished doing all the chores and when Anna could think of nothing more for the regressed woman to clean, she had been told to play. Anna watched on from the couch forlornly. Her friend hadn’t received any of the medicine she needed in several days and she was back to square one. “Thith oneth you!” Jane said as she held up one of the dolls for Anna to see like a baby showing off a favourite toy. “She’s very pretty.” Anna replied with all the enthusiasm she could muster. Jane would likely need a diaper change soon. It had been several hours since the last one and when Anna had checked her an hour previously, she had already been soggy. Anna wasn’t in a place to judge though; her own padding was soaking wet. She should’ve changed a while ago, but she found it difficult to motivate herself to do, she hated the diapers with a passion and interacting them was the absolute worst. “Still no word?” Ryan asked as he walked up to the doorway. “Nope.” Anna replied glumly as she looked at the phone Thorn had previously contacted them on, “You definitely did what they asked, right?” “Anna, I’ve told you a hundred times that I did.” Ryan replied wearily. “I’m just wondering if you made a mistake or something because…” Anna said. “I checked the computer yesterday.” Ryan interrupted with a calm voice, “Thorn’s friend was sent to the right place.” “Then I don’t understand…” Anna’s shoulders slumped as she looked at the phone again. The screen still showed no notifications. When Anna looked back up to Ryan, she could see that he was holding something back. He had never been good at hiding his emotions or inner thoughts. Anna raised her eyebrows and subtly nodded her head to encourage Ryan to speak up. “It’s just…” Ryan’s hand went up to rub the back of his neck, “How well do you know Thorn?” “What do you mean?” Anna asked. “I mean, how well do you know her?” Ryan repeated, “Look, she clearly has the capability to help Jane, we saw that, but what if she just doesn’t care. Have you considered that she might just be using us to get her agent safe?” The thought had crossed Anna’s mind. She didn’t know Thorn at all. Anna could’ve literally bumped right into the leader of The Rose Resistance and never noticed. Maybe this had all been just a way to help Lynn West avoid a worse fate. Anna had thought she was smart and couldn’t be fooled by any tricks like that, she considered herself wise to deception having had to live a lie so often, but maybe her desperate need to help Jane had clouded her judgment. As she sat in silence, she suddenly became aware of a foul smell in the air. Her first instinct was to check her diaper which remained thankfully clean. Jane was still so distracted by playing it hadn’t seemed like she’d registered any conversation happening right in front of her. Anna stood up with a flourish of crinkles and walked forwards a few steps. She leaned down and put her hand against the back of the pink onesie Jane was wearing. Pressing down she could feel the unmistakeable squishiness of a full diaper. “Oh.” Jane suddenly said. Anna’s hand pressing against the padding must’ve been the first Jane knew about her messy accident. The stinky woman’s lip trembled as she threatened to burst into tears. “It’s OK.” Anna said softly, “Come on, I’ve got you. Let’s get you changed.” Anna helped Jane to her feet with a downcast expression. The regressed woman whimpered as she waddled heavily, and Anna led her from the room past Ryan who was still at the doorway. Now that she was standing up Anna could feel her own diaper sagging heavily, she was wetter than she thought. She prayed that she had just peed more than she thought she had and not that it was happening without her noticing. The thought of losing her potty training that had been so recently won was like a hammer blow to her chest. With Anna at the top of the stairs and whispering encouragement to Jane the front doorbell suddenly rang out. Anna was thankful they were at the top so they could walk on to the landing and out of sight before Ryan opened the door. That said, she hung back a bit and leaned around the edge of the banister as Ryan answered. “Oh, yes, come on in. You can leave the bags here and I’ll take them through.” Ryan said as she stepped aside. Of course, it was the shopping being delivered. Living in a gated community where the people in charge clearly didn’t like you leaving made it make a lot more sense for others to bring the groceries to you instead. “Come on.” Anna said softly to Jane as she led her to the nursery. Anna knelt down and pulled the poppers of the onesie apart. As she stood back up, she saw Jane with tears running down her face as she seemed to be battling back the sobs which clearly wanted to get out. It made Anna’s heart break. Somewhere in there was the real Jane who was no doubt feeling terrible about what was happening and yet was powerless to prevent it. “Don’t cry…” Anna said softly as she reached up and wiped a tear from Jane’s cheek, “Accidents happen.” The words didn’t seem to help Jane who was still sniffling sadly. It seemed like Jane was worried she had done something wrong, Anna was reminded of the family dog she’d had as a child and how it acted when it went potty inside the house. The dog had always seemed embarrassed and worried even though when it happened it was only because one of the family had failed to let it out. The words didn’t seem to help Jane who was still looking heartbreakingly sad. Anna bit her lip as she tried to think of a way to help her friend feel better. An idea came to her and although it wasn’t a pleasant one, she thought for sure it would make Jane feel a little better. “It happens sometimes.” Anna said as she took a step back, “Look…” Anna turned away from Jane and lifted the back of her dress up to expose the wet diaper underneath. She had second-thoughts about what she was about to do but decided she was already committed. She pushed down with her tummy muscles and squatted slightly. For a few seconds it didn’t seem like anything was going to happen. Anna widened her legs, she didn’t feel any particular need to go but also knew there must be stuff to come out since she hadn’t pooped that day. A pressure started to build and finally she was in business. She closed her eyes as she felt the familiar feeling of warm stickiness emerge from her body until it was pinched off to nestle in the back of her diaper. Anna pushed again and this time found it easier. Several small lumps dropped out of her, and she was finally able to let go of the breath she had been holding. She opened her eyes and sighed as she felt the familiar yet gross feeling of a freshly dirtied diaper. Slowly but surely, she stood up straight again and let the dress drop behind her. “See?” Anna said as she turned to face Jane again with a shrug, “It happens.” For as gross as Anna felt she was grateful that she had seemed to cheer up her friend. Jane wasn’t crying anymore. As Anna waddled back over to the table, she felt the slipperiness in her diaper as the mess spread. As nice as their house was Anna so desperately missed using the bathroom. After working so hard to potty train herself it was extra embarrassing to be reduced back to doing this again. Anna gave Jane a hug and then patted the padded changing table to indicate for her friend to climb on up. She hated feeling messy and would’ve much preferred to change herself first. Each small movement was a reminder as to what she had done. She pushed her own discomfort to one side as she pulled on the tapes and opened her friend’s diaper. As Anna went through the process of cleaning Jane she let her mind wander. It had been a little while since she had been asked to do anything by the government, in that time she had spent most of her time looking for things to do. A lot of her time was spent “playing” with Jane, at least when the regressed woman wasn’t obsessing over the chores, and she had to admit it was nice spending time with Jane even if it wasn’t under the best circumstances. Eventually Jane was clean and dry. Anna stepped back as she hopped off the changing table and leaned in to give her a hug. With a sigh Anna started getting her things ready for her own diaper change. “I’ll help!” Jane said enthusiastically. “You really don’t have to.” Anna quickly replied. Her cheeks blushing red. Jane wasn’t going anywhere. Anna contemplated ordering her friend to leave so she could have some privacy but that seemed cruel, Jane was smiling and really looked like she wanted to do what Anna had done for her. Hopping up on to the changing table Anna tried to keep from squishing her mess around as she laid back It wasn’t the first time Jane had changed Anna. When sent to Finishing School it seemed that Jane was both regressed and trained to be helpful in whichever way she could. As much as Anna didn’t like feeling as if she was taking advantage of her friend, she had to admit it did make diaper changes easier. Anna stared up at the ceiling as the front of her diaper was lowered and the stink of her own “accident” joined the lingering scent of Jane’s. If Jane had a problem with changing a diaper, she didn’t let it show. She pulled a handful of baby wipes out of the tub and started getting to work. “Anna, you’re go-…” The nursery door opened, and Ryan strode in carrying a package. He froze as he saw his wife flat on her back with her dirty diaper open. It wasn’t the first time Ryan had walked in on Anna in a compromising position. He seemed to have a habit of finding the worst times to walk in on her. His cheeks blushed red as he quickly averted his eyes. “Oh, geez, I’m sorry. I’ll…” Ryan started. “No, don’t worry about it.” Anna said with a deep sigh as she felt some cool wipes cleansing her skin, “You’ve seen it all now anyway.” Anna looked over at her husband who was still stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. He had a half-wrapped package in his hands but whatever urgency he’d had when coming into the room had seemingly dissipated. He was staring at the open diaper still. “Ryan?” Anna said. “Oh, right, yeah…” Ryan shook his head and then marched forward until he was standing at the side of the table, “I was just putting the shopping away and look what I found at the bottom of one of the bags.” Ryan held out the package and Anna took it. Just looking at the box she realised what it was. She quickly sat up, inadvertently making herself dirty again from the diaper that Jane was still working to change. She hardly noticed the renewed sliminess on her skin though; her attention was entirely focused on what Ryan had brought in. Anna opened the lid and felt a jolt of excitement as she saw the syringes inside. The small vials of pink liquid sloshed slightly as her hands trembled. She looked at Ryan with a big smile. “It worked!” Anna exclaimed. “Yeah!” Ryan replied though his enthusiasm couldn’t quite reach his wife’s levels. Anna put her hands out for a hug, but Ryan simply cleared his throat and looked down to her waist. Looking down herself, Anna realised celebrations would have to wait. She laid back down, clutching the medication to her chest as Jane started to clean her again. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mktpnjdq94048518 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2304577 -
By BabyLouise · Posted
As part of being more open about wearing, I am trying not to hide when I need to change. Been away for work and had to change on the train and then the next day whilst I was at a conference. I have a new bag 8 keep in my work bag with a change of diaper and a waste bag. I carried this to the toilet on the train and across the conference hall to the disabled bathroom. Very noticeable but not sure if anyone did notice but it felt good not to hide. Can’t load picture! -
By HornySubBoy432 · Posted
Im looking to chat with and potentially meet with a diaper mommy but unfortunately ive still not met someone near me whos into this. If this is you please dont hesitate to message me -
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By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Chapter 43: Clean Slate Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe I don’t know what she ordered for us, but it smelled amazing as I walked down the street towards Bound, with takeaway food in hand, almost skipping my way down the relatively empty street. I didn’t tell her what I even wanted, but I trusted her to have picked well. I mean… during the brief time we dated she always seemed to be able to pick the right things for me. She did, didn’t she? Ugh. No. Chloe. Not these thoughts again. It’s made the past month unbearable, stop thinking about her. Sam is amazing, I’ll admit that. But no. I can’t be interested in her again. I’m freshly out of a breakup. Ugh… what a wild year it’s been. Three partners in a single year. That’s three partners more than I’ve ever had… or at least been in serious relationships with. Shame each one was wrong in some way. Whether they were keeping secrets from me, manipulating me or they just weren’t compatible, they all didn’t work out. And I need to remind myself of that. But that doesn’t matter. I’m out of the game for now. No more dating. Just me and my friends. That’s all I need. And no matter what Lydia says… I don’t need a caregiver. I don’t need my little side. I know she said ‘it was clear I did’... whatever that means… but she’s wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Double wrong. I don’t need my little side. I’m not some dumb baby who- AHHHHHK! ----------------------------------------------------------------- “So tell me how you managed to walk into the door and nearly break your nose…” “It’s only a bit bruised! I didn’t hit it that hard!” I replied, as Sam attended to my injury, both of us sat on the sofa. “It was bruised enough that I had to break out the extra special teddy bear plasters just to make you feel better…” “I… I just was in my own head.” “Somewhere nice in there, I hope?” “It’s not exactly a holiday destination, but it’s not exactly a warzone either…” I said, continuing the joke. “Oh, so like a B&B in Skegness?” I giggled. I’ve never actually been to Skegness, nor have I ever stayed in a bed & breakfast, but I’ve heard enough about both to know that that combination isn’t my kind of thing for a holiday. “...Yeah.” “Well good girl for not dropping the food, at least! Maybe you need a bib though… you clearly can’t be trusted…” Sam teased. I know she means well, this is just her usual teasing that she gives me for being a little, she does it with all littles. Though lately I haven’t really been feeling little, despite what Lydia says. So it just kinda felt like nails on a chalkboard? But at the same time… she was so good at playing the Mummy role that I just kinda… couldn’t help but feel more and more little the more she teased me. Which doesn’t help when she kissed me last month and my feelings for her have been all over the place! “Nuh uh!” I replied, totally sounding like the adult I really am… She didn’t say a word, she just raised her eyebrow in that way that she does when she really doesn’t believe a word you’re saying… then stood up straight and walked off to the kitchen, where our food had quickly been left so she could attend to my injury. Moments later, she walked back out, tray of food in hand, over to me. Placing the tray on my lap as I sat on the sofa, she didn’t immediately stand up straight and go get her food… That’s when I saw on the tray were an empty baby bottle and a bib. “Seriously?” I asked, as straight-faced as I could. “You literally just walked into the front door of the shop because you were in your own head. I’ve not even done that whilst drunk!” ‘Yeah but you’ve done lots of other things whilst drunk, you just can’t remember it…’ I thought to myself, feeling catty even in my own head and feeling shameful for being so bitchy even if it was in my own thoughts. “But… I’m not a baby!” I whined. “Sweetie, you specifically wanted the cute plasters, you’re in pain, and you clearly don’t want to be an adult with your whole ‘nuh uh!’ attitude. I’m just giving you what you clearly want. But… if you want me to stop, tell me, and I will stop. Fuck. She’s got me there. It’s been far too long since I was properly little. Nat was… overbearing. She was overwhelmingly focused on enacting her dreams and fantasies, she never had time to make sure I was ever in my little headspace. And Lydia… as lovely as she is and as good a domme she is… she’s not a Mummy and not once did I feel little whilst dating her. And believe me, I’ve tried doing it on my own, but for some reason I just can’t get into that headspace whilst I’m on my own. It’s like my brain starts rejecting it the moment I get padded or put on some babyish cartoons. ‘You look ridiculous!’ and ‘what kind of grown woman gets off on this?’ and lots of ‘I bet your parents are really proud of their girl, who rejected all that time they put into potty training their daughter, only for her to want to get back into nappies!’ And I know I’m way too self-conscious. I know I’m way too hard on myself. But I can’t ignore the thoughts when they invade my mind the moment I put on some padding and grab my dummy. I wish they’d shut up. Go away. Leave me alone. Let me be little. My little side helps me so much with my depression and my anxiety. It lets me feel genuinely small, and free from worry and anxiety and all the bad thoughts. Problem is… it appears I need someone to get me into the headspace for me to shut that little voice in my head up. I really need to find myself a Mummy, not a domme, this time. But… I’m not going to turn down some free babying from my friend… so I played the part, I let her tease me… and I made sure to only resist a bit, as I wanted her to realise I wanted this… but not enough that I wanted her. Because right now I’m not sure what I want. Or what she wants. Because one minute she’s like my best friend… then the next she’s drunk kissing me and throwing my feelings all over the place. I can’t tell whether she’s actually interested in me or was just drunk and feeling horny or whatever. Anyway… I broke her heart. Why would she even want me back? All I’ve done is make mistake after mistake after mistake. Why would anyone want me? “Do I need to get the aeroplane?” she joked, causing me to realise some time had passed with me just staring off into space… and I had no idea how long that had been. “Huh?” Suddenly she was sitting on the other end of the sofa, with a tray of food on her lap… and I noticed the full baby bottle of juice on my tray and the bib that was already tied around my neck. I hate zoning out like that. “Enjoy your meal, sweetie?” “U… uh huh…” I mumbled back, feeling like my cheeks were on fire. “Good job I put that bib on you…” I looked down to see little patches of masala sauce on the bib I was wearing… and I felt mortified. But at the same time I felt… …Happy? Happy that I could just be silly and let myself be… me? That I could be as little as I want with no expectations or requirements. No pressure like I had with other people. I was given the bare minimum and allowed to be as little as I needed. I bet she doesn’t even realise how happy this made me, especially after I was rejected by my partner for this side of me so recently. Again, Lydia isn’t a villain, she wasn’t mean or cruel. It was amicable. She knew I’d never be truly happy with her, as it was obvious to even her that my little side is too important, and she could never satisfy it. So she let me go. Right into Sam’s arms. The woman I rejected so hastily all those months ago. The woman I got closer to anyone with, then was too fucking scared to be in a relationship so I came up with the pettiest of reasons to break up with her. Obviously I didn’t realise all this at the time. It took many, many, maaaaany months of reflection and being treated like shit to realise it… but I did. And that guilt has been eating away at me ever since. And it’s hurt every moment I’ve spent time with her since. But I also couldn’t imagine her not being in my life now she’s in it. From her cute laugh, to how protective she gets of her friends and those she cares about. Her cute little hair tuck she does to herself when she’s happy, or the cute little hair tuck she does to other people that she likes. Her nerdy interests mixed with just the right amount of ‘Mummy’, all combined with a huge dose of gorgeous domme… made her so… not perfect. No one is perfect. But she’s pretty fucking close. At least to me. Do I even deserve her at this point? I was a selfish, scared piece of shit who threw her away the moment she fucked up. And honestly… if I was in her position back then, I would’ve kept all that a secret too, too ashamed to show anyone my weaknesses. And I just threw all that away because I was scared it was getting serious and I would’ve taken any excuse to run at that point. So maybe I don’t deserve her. She deserves better than me, definitely better than Cassie… not that I’m much better. She’s an amazing Mummy and I fucked everything up and ruined our relationship. I’m not sure we could ever put it back together again. “Earth to Chloe…” “Huh? Oh sorry… what did you say?” I asked, worried that I was out of it whilst she was trying to talk to me. “I was just asking if you want dessert?” “There’s dessert?” my inner toddler had activated, it seems. “If your little tummy can fit it, I have some cake leftover from today.” “YES PLEASE!” not even a second had passed after her mouth closed before I burst out in excitement. “The bib stays on then, poppet…” I blushed and looked at my feet. “...Okay…” She took my tray and carried it into the kitchen, and as she did, I thought to myself. Even if I don’t deserve her… I can’t let her go again. Even if I can’t be with her… I can still be in her life. I can accept only receiving the little bits of teasing and babying I get as friends. I think. I hope. But then… she kissed me the last time I was here. She… kissed… me. No. Chloe, don’t be stupid. Even if she wants you, and you may want her… you fucked things up. You can’t do that to her again when you inevitably run for the hills when it gets serious again. That’s if she even wants to take you back. She likes you… enough to kiss you… but that doesn’t mean she’s ready to be in a relationship with you just yet. That was drunk her, a version of her without inhibitions. She just wanted me at that moment. The actual Sam wouldn’t want to date you again. “You’re zoning off again. Are you sure you’re okay, sweetpea?” Sam asked, standing right in front of me once again, holding a little plate with a slice of cake on it. “I… I’m fine.” “Clearly you’re not. Tell Auntie Sam what’s wrong…” ‘Auntie Sam’. Pff. It felt so… wrong. But when I think about calling her Mummy… it doesn’t. It sounds perfect… just right for her. But no. She’s Auntie now. Accept that, Chloe. This is what you get for your actions. You get ‘Auntie Sam’ instead of ‘Mummy’. “I’m fine,” I replied, lying through my teeth. And it appeared that ‘Auntie Sam’ could tell I was lying too. “Would it help if Auntie Becks talked to you instead?” “‘Unno…’” I replied, not even realising how childish I sounded. “I think you need to talk to someone, sweetpea. If something is bothering you, you can’t just bottle it up. I know you’re freshly out of a relationship, and it may be awkward talking to your ex about it… so why don’t you and Becks have a chat about it all tomorrow? You can come up to my apartment whilst I run the shop and you two can talk. You don’t work weekends, right?” “I…” I mumbled, still feeling the recoil of her calling herself my ex. That hurt my heart more than I thought. “...Okay…” Becks and I have gotten close enough that I could probably trust her with what’s bothering me, knowing she won’t instantly turn around and tell Sam. I know those two are extremely close, they’re like soulmates but in best friend form… but she also values consent and privacy so much. She helped me accept my submissive side, she helped me manage my wants and needs whilst I was with Lydia, and she taught me a lot so I didn’t feel like a complete newbie with my now-ex girlfriend. “Good girl. I’ll tell Becks in the morning you want to talk, then when you pop round you two can talk in private up here.” “...Why are you so nice to me?” I asked, on the verge of tears. “What do you mean, sweetie?” “I broke your heart.” Fuck. I said the thoughts out loud. She didn’t reply instantly, instead she cupped my chin with her finger and lifted it so we were staring into each other's eyes. “And I made you leave. How about we call it even and wipe the slate clean?” I smiled, my heart still feeling as heavy as it was just moments ago. There was no wiping the slate clean. 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