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By CamsDiaper2025 · Posted
I'ma a dl, but kinda interested in the adult baby side of the community, and I'm looking for anybody that's a mommy or ab/dl girl -
By LostBBoyBear · Posted
Warning As with my previous stories, this one contains several elements inherent to break with social normities, though catered to often on this site. These include, but are not limited to: Diapers and their usage for their intended purpose Non-consensual mental regression through various means (Including possible drugs, hypnosis, and/or surgery) References to surgery to achieve various nefarious goals Humiliation Punishments (often unfair, degrading, and/or humiliating) Coerced or manipulated actions through possible means of white lies, gas lighting, or incentives Mild language or use of expletives Depictions of death, illness, or handicaps Political themes associated with revolutions or desires of change or freedoms Literal age regression Depictions of younger children and babies (formerly adults) Graphic imagery associated with any of these warnings This story has not been labeled as mature, due to a lack of specific acts to anything overtly sexual; however, some fetishes maybe touched on in this story more than my previous ones. Still, as usual, this warning serves as a 'turn back' point for any readers who do not wish to read about the previous warnings. Lastly, this list here is subject to change during the course of writing this story. While most of the plot is ironed out, more warnings may be warranted later if needed (though may not be added). If I deem any chapters to be too ‘triggering,’ I will issue another separate warning beforehand. Hey everyone! Unfortunately I'm not back quite yet. A few items popped up this week and let me tell you... greenery can be a big pain in the butt and time waster in a day. Oh well, but suffice to say, the full story will not be posted today. With that in mind though, the true chapter 1 of this story should pop up sometime next week (if not Monday, soon after), barring an emergency. Thank you for your patience! -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
88. The Big Day Tess opened her eyes and stretched out. After being away from home so long, it was weird being back in her own bed. The pink walls of the nursery surrounded her, and there were toys in all directions. Erminetrude was on her pillow, but there were a load of other colourful dooks all around her and in her arms. She snuggled them tight, and she was already laughing before she was fully awake. She knew she was feeling little, but that was only natural when she was in a nursery surrounded by toys. She didn’t feel the need to fight it today; she was going to let the hypnosis-induced veneer of childish joy cover up her real feelings, so that the grownups could have the wonderful Christmas they deserved. Even fake feelings would feel good enough while it was here. She apologised to all her plushies as she lifted them to one side so that she could check her diaper. She could see how silly that was, but she didn’t care now. It was Christmas. She was going to have fun. And she was supposed to be feeling like a little kid all day, so she didn’t need to be embarrassed about the toys. Or about the diaper, she thought. But it still made her blush when she touched the thick padding between her legs. She was wearing one of the ones from the second drawer tonight, made specially for adult babies. That made her feel even more childish, but she didn’t mind. She’d just wanted to make sure that she didn’t leak again, and there was no reason not to wear something cute when she was already going so far to make her cousin happy. Tess was dry. She was still a big girl! She blushed at that thought; she knew there was no reason to be feeling such pride about it, but that didn’t stop it feeling so good. She knew that she was feeling exactly what she was supposed to feel now. This was all part of the plan, and in a few minutes she wouldn’t even think about it. Because this morning she had to… Tess’s eyes widened as she sat up, remembering all the things they had talked about yesterday. She was going to have an accident, she remembered, because Ffrances had told her to. She could feel the pressure inside her already, and she automatically tried to hold it. But it was going to happen, it wasn’t something she had a choice about today, and her body just wouldn’t obey her. She squirmed, rushing to get out from under her warm and snuggly duvet without disturbing all her little ferret friends, and she pressed her legs together as tightly as she could. It didn’t make any difference; she could feel the diaper suddenly getting hot as she started to pee. She tried her hardest to stop, and to hold it a bit more, but it was useless. There was nothing she could do about it, not when somebody had told her it was going to happen. It was amazing how much Ffrances could make her do. She didn’t have any choice at all. And she felt herself starting to blush when she realised how excited she was by that feeling, even as she continued to wet herself. She was completely helpless, and her feelings about that weren’t something she could put into words. She giggled and rolled out of bed, and then turned around to grab Erminetrude and some of his friends. She was going to be a little girl today, and she was going to make Gabby and Ffrances really happy. She wanted to make herself feel even littler so she could do good. So she carried the little cuddlies around the room as she lifted out some clothes suitable for her age. She noticed as she did it that she was automatically grabbing the cutest things in the closet. Cuddling a bunch of rainbody ferrets had helped her to feel pretty little already, and her thoughts went down the right path automatically. When she could see it happening, and see just how easy it was to surrender adult thoughts, she really enjoyed the feeling. It was exciting to see herself changing; to try to understand what she was feeling; to think about which suggestions were leading to which effects; and to feel her control of her responses slowly slipping away. As a test, she tried putting on some big girl clothes, but she couldn’t find anything cute. She knew that something in her mind had changed to make her think that way, but when she tried to pick out the cutest of her regular clothes, she couldn’t choose any of them at all. She couldn’t even remember which of them normally seemed cutest, so she picked ones appropriate for her age instead. In the end, she settled on a fuzzy top that buttoned up between her legs. It made her look like a baby, but there were some snaps around the waist where she could fasten a skirt on. That made her look a bit bigger. But she still wanted to be pretty and have fun, so she tried extra hard to make everything perfect. She heard somebody walking down the stairs while she was sorting out her hair, but she didn’t rush. Her hands were clumsy today, and they wouldn’t quite go where she wanted them. Maybe that was because she was feeling little. And that just made her determined to try harder; she was going to braid her hair properly. It was harder, but she didn’t need to grow up. That would have been cheating anyway. She got it looking good enough, including a headband with a set of antlers on, which someone had left on her desk. The antlers had fairy lights all over them for extra Christmassitude. Somehow it was easier to sort out her hair when she was making the decoration a part of it as well, and it reminded her of how excited she should have been about Christmas. Once her hair was sorted, Tess straightened all her clothes. Then she looked down and realised that it would be better to change her diaper before she put everything else on and went downstairs. But she had to be quick, because they were probably making breakfast already. She hadn’t fastened the bottom of the outfit yet, so it was easy to take the diaper off and put it in the bin. Now there was no proof that she wasn’t a real big girl. She had to think about it to stop herself putting another one on. It was so natural to think of herself like a baby, but she knew that was only because Ffrances had told her to have an accident. She was going to be the big sister today, and she needed to kind of think clearly. So she put on some big girl underwear with mermaids on, fastened up the onesie, and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good, she was sure. So she picked up Erminetrude and one of his friends, and wobbled excitedly down the stairs. She only turned back briefly to grab her pacifier. If she was doing this, she wanted to do it properly. Once she was sucking on a pacifier, as well as wearing silly cute clothes, she knew it would be extra hard to think like a big girl. But that was fine if she knew it was happening. She could watch herself, and try to see where the difference was. She wanted to know what it was making her feel, and she could already feel the curiosity building up inside her. Tess skipped down the stairs, humming Christmas songs as soon as she heard the music from the radio, and wondered what the day ahead was going to contain. She was sure that she looked like more of a baby than ever before when she stood in the kitchen doorway, especially with the pacifier. But she could remind herself that this wasn’t something to be embarrassed about anymore. This was something she wanted to know more about; and allowing it to happen to her was the way she was going to learn. Ffrances and Gabby both smiled when they saw her, which had to be a good sign. She wanted everybody to be happy, especially today. And she was more than happy to see that Ffrances was dressed up in pretty clothes too. A little sister to play with; a chance to explore the other side of this weird hypno thing. Tess frowned for a moment when she couldn’t think of the right words for what it was she was so excited about, but she hoped that she would still be able to do it right. Before she could get nervous and scared, she ran forward and hugged Ffrances. It just felt like the right thing to do, and she knew that they were both going to have so much fun today. “You ready?” Ffrances asked, her eyes sparkling. There could be no doubt about how excited she was, and it would have been impossible to miss for anyone but her girlfriend. “Are you sure–” Gabby interrupted, right on cue. But Ffrances had clearly been expecting that, because a single finger on the bridge of Gabby’s nose silenced her. She wasn’t going to let anything stop her now, and she knew how much fun she was going to have today. She couldn’t wait. “Yeah!” Tess grinned, and giggled. “You ready to go? Should I say it now? The magic words?” For once she actually wasn’t scared of what was going to happen; she wasn’t even nervous. In the past her curiosity had always been balanced against a feeling that she didn’t know what she was getting herself into, but this time she would be making all the decisions. Even if she was super little, that made all the difference. It was too fun to worry about. “You can if you want. Are you going to let Gabby choose how little you are? Did you decide on that?” Tess hesitated. She could see her cousin trying to speak, and she knew that more than anything else Gabby wanted to be the one to regress her. But Tess wasn’t ready for that yet; she wanted to stay in control this time. She promised herself that she would think about it next time; and that she would go along with what Gabby told her to do. But this time, she would be the one making the decisions. “I’m getting younger,” she said, after quickly shaking her head. “I’m eight years old. But I get to say how little I am.” “Good girl,” Ffrances said with a blush. But as she spoke, Tess could already feel herself changing. Her thoughts getting simpler, like there was a happy pink mist flowing into her head, and the room getting bigger around her. It was just an illusion, it had to be. She hadn’t been that much bigger when she was older, not enough to see the room growing, or her shrinking. But it was still amazing that the magic words could do that. But she had to pay attention now, because it was her job to look after her new little sister; and Ffrances was saying her own words. “I’m getting younger again,” she said, breathing quickly as the excitement overtook her. “I already did but I’ll say it again to be sure. I’m going to experience all the little things that Tess says. I’m three years old.” Ffrances’s grin got wider, and she couldn’t stop laughing. There could be no mistaking how little she was now. “Kids like that get really excited about Christmas,” Gabby pointed out. “You won’t even realise that it’s not really Christmas, you’d just take the grown-up’s word for it.” Tess blushed. She could imagine how that would feel. She was only eight now, she was so young and she could trust Gabby to remind her when important things were, like holidays. She didn’t need to remember how to do it herself. She still knew the difference for now, she knew she had been with her parents on Christmas day, but she wanted today to be as much fun as possible. “Yeah,” she answered. “We’re that little.” She felt her thoughts changing as soon as she said it. She could feel whatever Gabby told her to feel, but it would always be her choice. Ffrances didn’t need to choose, she was too little to understand. But she was giggling too, so Tess knew they were both looking forward to opening all their presents. They’d been looking forward to Christmas for what felt like forever, but now it was finally here. And with a wonderful family like Gabby and Ffrances it would be even better, because they’d given her these magic words. Tess was sure that was the best present somebody could ever give. “Excited about all your presents?” Gabby asked. “It’s Christmas today!” “Yaaaay!” the two little girls cheered together. Tess was still kind of aware that this wasn’t real, but the tiny part of her mind that understood how big she was didn’t care. That part was having too much fun watching her, seeing how much the magic could affect her. Ffrances looked down at the plate in front of her, and started eating more quickly. Impatient to get to her presents, Tess thought. “And eating fast too,” Gabby grinned. “Trying to be a big girl? I think little kids like you don’t know how to use a knife and fork yet. You’ll need an adult to help you.” Tess smiled, realising that Gabby was nervous too. She wanted this to go well, she really did. And Tess wanted today to be fun for everybody. But she also wanted to understand properly how the magic stuff was going to work. And she wanted to test the power that she was going to have for today. She didn’t think she was little enough to need that kind of help, even if it would make Gabby happier. “Maybe later,” she said. “But Ffrances is that little.” Tess didn’t know how it would work. She could kind of imagine being too young to pick up a fork, but she was eight now and she was sure that she could eat by herself. As she watched Ffrances trying to pick up an egg and cram it into her mouth, she couldn’t help smiling. She’d given herself and Gabby some extra work to do looking after the baby, but it proved that everything was working like it was supposed to. And somehow, that was even more exciting than the presents she was looking forward to so much. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
83. My Little Girls The rest of the day was filled with moving boxes around. Tess seemed a lot more comfortable now; more excited, almost bubbling over like a watched pot that had finally boiled. Somehow she seemed nervous at the same time, but more enthusiastic than worried. Perhaps an evening spin around the countryside was just what she had needed to wake her up; or maybe it had dawned on her that she would have a chance to be a baby tomorrow. In either case, the necessary unpacking was finished in short order. The soft toy and pacifier that I’d snuck into her bag before she left now had pride of place on her nightstand, as if they had become prized possessions after defending her from adult thoughts for a week. A lot of her other things were still in two suitcases, but they were neatly set to one side and she said there was nothing in there that she would need for the immediate future. She was back; she was home. And tomorrow was going to be a very special day. Tess almost seemed to be enthusiastic, but with a hesitancy that I couldn’t understand. Something had happened, I was sure. Something I had said without thinking, or that Ffrances had suggested. Something she was really excited about, but didn’t know if she wasn’t ready to try just yet. I asked her if she would like to try regressing tonight, so that she could be feeling like a kid at Christmas from the moment she woke up. She hesitated, visibly blushing this time, and for once I was lost for words. “I already…” she mumbled, then swallowed and tried again. “Ffrances said the trigger. The regular one, not the new one. So I’m going to wake up like a baby anyhow. We can try the new one in the morning, unless I’m still up when she gets here.” But she agreed about taking some time to relax after a long day. So she changed into some pyjamas from the selection of baby clothes I had bought her; I offered to help her change, but she said she wasn’t that little yet. At least she smiled while she said it. As much as she protested at times, that nervous grin made it clear that this really was what she wanted, and that she was starting to accept it herself. And once she was properly dressed, I could sit with her in her room, watching kids’ TV on her computer screen. I figured that was probably better than going back to the lounge, because I could tell she would fall asleep before long and I wasn’t strong enough to carry her back without waking her. Not to mention that she was surrounded by her stuffies here, to further help her feel small. She didn’t argue at all when I vanished briefly and brought back milk and cookies before bed; or a short time later when I slipped a pacifier into her open mouth. Once the little one fell asleep, I pulled the side of her onesie slightly to make sure she was wearing a diaper. She had a BKS one on, which confirmed beyond any doubt that she wanted to be a baby now. An actual diaper, not more Goodnites, and with one of the most childish prints. That had probably helped her into littlespace as much as the rest of her surroundings. I gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, wished her good night, and pulled the covers over her before padding out of the room and up to my own bedroom. I was woken a long time before dawn by Ffrances slipping into bed beside me. Her shift had finished now, and she could take a break. She listened to that recording again before sleeping, so I could only assume that her negotiations with Tess had failed in the end. But still, I would have a little girl to look after in the morning. That was the most important thing. Tess had already listened, Ffrances told me. That must have been what she was doing before dinner. I might have asked more; I always liked to know every detail about what was going on, so that I could be sure everything could be turned to my advantage. But as soon as I heard Ffrances’s voice on the recording, my eyes began to close. And when it ended, my eyed flickered for only a moment, so excited as I looked forward to tomorrow, before I fell back into a deep and dreamless sleep. * * * When I woke in the morning, my first instinct was to listen for movement. I didn’t know if Tess would be awake yet, but she had fallen asleep before I did, so she was probably rested. She was going to wake up little, and hopefully wet as well. I’d realised at some point before falling asleep that she knew she was going to have an accident; perhaps this would be the first time she had been triggered with the new variation that would allow her to remember. I wondered if that would make her feel any different; if knowing that she’d chosen to wet the bed would make any difference to her little age, or to how strong the suggestions were for her. Whether she was awake or not, I wanted to make our first family Christmas extra special. So I stretched and slowly extricated myself from the covers. “Up already?” Ffrances purred. I hadn’t realised she was awake, but when I turned around she was stretching out and looked as desirable as ever. “I want to get everything ready for Tess. The baby should come first on Christmas day, even if it isn’t. And she went to bed in littlespace last night, so that we can start properly as soon as she wakes up. But maybe we have a few minutes…” “What about me? Aren’t I a baby in special need of attention? If we’re starting right away–” “You don’t have to join in until Tess asks. It’s going to be a long day, but she didn’t say you have to be regressed for all of it. We can help her to get into the role first, and by then she might not even remember that she wanted a –” “No,” Ffrances snapped, and glared at me. “Gabby, you know I love you, but you need to start listening more. I said I’m doing this. And you said the experience will be more enjoyable if it starts as soon as she wakes. If you really mean that, it must apply to me too. If I’m doing this, I’m doing it properly.” “I’m just going to put breakfast on, and make sure the radio’s playing Christmas songs. If she wants a little sister, then you can get changed once she’s up. I think all of our little clothes are in the nursery anyhow.” “I’ve got them right here,” she said, cutting off what I thought was a brilliant excuse. And she did. In the bag she was holding up I found a warm, fuzzy onesie with a detachable tutu type skirt, fluffy socks with cat faces on, and two diapers. “You don’t need those,” I said with a laugh. “The skirt’s poofy enough, she won’t be able to see the difference. You should try to retain some dignity, it’ll be less stressful that way. And–” “And you keep telling me that being little is a way to relieve stress. There’s that double standard again. Look, you can still choose. You can help me find this headspace that you keep saying will help her to relax. You can diaper me and dress me up like a little kid, maybe call it practice. Or you can go downstairs and I’ll do it myself. But you’re not going to be all stubborn and ruin this day after we’ve put so much effort into planning it. Understand?” I tried to explain that it was different. That regression would be good for Tess because she was a natural little, and that I’d seen it in her eyes all those years ago when I used to babysit for her. But Ffrances was drawing a line in the sand. She would do just as Tess had demanded. Maybe it would work out well; the idea of having a little sister had certainly made Tess more enthusiastic, but I couldn’t stop worrying about how a natural dominant like Ffrances would cope with not being able to make her own decisions. That could be so traumatic for her, but she wouldn’t believe it. So I gave in. I put my girlfriend in a diaper. Somewhat awkwardly, I might add, because it was something I’d never had to do before. I supposed that it would help if I had the experience before I could make Tess into a real baby. But I was so worried about how Ffrances would deal with the trauma. “Thank you. Now, perhaps we should go fix breakfast. I’m sure Tess will wake up when she’s ready. For now…” She took a deep breath and said it: “I’m getting younger. I’m going to experience all the little things that Tess says. I’m three years old.” I watched the grin break across her face. Ffrances must be feeling now what I had felt when they had made me a baby that day in the garden. Helpless, overwhelmed. Feelings of innocence and glee shutting down her thoughts, so that she could only be happy. She would enjoy herself, I was sure of that much now the trigger had been spoken, but she would still have to face the realisation of everything that she had done, and everything that had happened to her, when she went back to normal. Still, for now the only thing I could do was play along. I took Ffrances to the kitchen. She skipped down the stairs like a child who was proud of her ability to walk. It impressed me again just how powerful those suggestions could be, and I hoped that it wouldn’t be too much for her just yet. I helped her into her seat, and gave her a little plastic knife and fork with Santa and reindeer faces on. I knew she would still be able to use regular ones, but I wanted to be sure that Tess would be willing to take the cute ones when she arrived. I would give them both the same. While I cooked I turned the radio on as well. But rather than listening to whatever the DJ had selected for us, I plugged in a pendrive containing twelve hours of recorded broadcasts from Christmas day. That, I thought, would make it so much easier for the little one to get into character. When Tess came down a few minutes later, I couldn’t speak for a few seconds while I took in how adorable she looked. She had her hair in twin braids now, and was wearing a child’s party dress topped with fairy-light-strewn antlers on a headband. She had a stuffie in her arms and a pacifier in her mouth, and there could be no doubt that she was deep in littlespace. It was the best gift I could possibly have hoped for. -
Moon's Epilogue The hospital room had a crib for Star to sleep in, but he hadn’t used it in months. He had at first, when he and Sky first took a break from their studies for Sky to get better, but Sky hadn’t gotten better. Sky wasn’t going to get better. Star slept on the pillow next to Sky’s head now, their ears pressed together. Sky was too weak to move much at this point. Star wasn’t afraid of him rolling over in his sleep. He was afraid of the bars of the crib keeping him away from his other half for any of what precious little time they had left. Sky was dying, which meant Star was dying. When they brought the gurney, they’d bring the form, and Star would sign it. With any luck, they’d bring the syringe too. They could take them away at the same time and put them on the same death certificate. Star hadn’t told Sky this, though he was sure he knew. It was the first decision in his life that Star would have to make without Sky’s help. It stood to reason it would be the only decision in Star’s life that he would make without Sky’s help. There was a knock at the door. Usually when the nurses knocked, they came in without being asked, but it stayed closed. Star and Sky were both confused. “Come in,” Star said. He wasn’t going to make Sky say it. Even talking hurt him at this point. The door opened, and a wolf entered carrying a diaper bag on his shoulder. He didn’t have a fox with him. “Star, Sky, my name is Moon,” he said. “My fox, Sun, died several years ago, and I stayed behind without him. Sky, they couldn’t tell me exactly what’s wrong, but they made it clear that it was a matter of when, not if. I’m sorry for what you’re going through. And Star, I know it’s hard to imagine going on without half of yourself, but if you choose to stay, I would like to offer myself as your Replacement Wolf, and you can be my Replacement Fox. I’ve already spoken to the Treaty Implementation department, and they can make it official very quickly. They can issue us a new ID card within a day.” He paused, sensing that maybe he had gotten ahead of himself. “It would be strange. We wouldn’t know each other as well as a wolf and a fox are supposed to. We would probably be very different from each other, and we would have to figure out how to make that work. But we would know what each other are going through, and we could help each other get through it. And we could each carry the memories of our former other halves with us.” He seemed satisfied that that was the pitch he had intended to give. “I know this is a difficult decision to make on such short notice, especially if you think you’ve already made it. I think you should decide together. I’ll wait outside, and you can let me know what you agree on.” He backed out the door and closed it behind him. Moon stood against the wall in the hallway, not close enough to the door to make out what was being discussed. He had offered privacy and he would give it. He was pretty sure he heard both of them crying. After about ten minutes, the door opened, and Star stepped out, his cheeks wet and his generic hospital diaper dangling to the middle of his thighs, the tapes barely holding it up. He stood there silent for a while, looking Moon up and down. It seemed like a minute. It was probably shorter. Finally he spoke: “Would you change my diaper, please?” he asked hesitantly. “Of course,” Moon said, stepping toward him and scooping him up gently. There was an obvious lump below Star’s tail and it seemed too early in their relationship for Moon to press that into his fur, so he supported him by his thighs, which he immediately found were moist. The diaper was soaked to overflowing, as if Star didn’t think there was any point in asking the nurses to change him. As if he expected this to be the last diaper he would ever wear. He didn’t just need a diaper change, he needed a sponge bath. The supplies for that would probably be in the washroom in the ward. Moon carried him through the door. As they passed within sight of Sky, Star looked up and asked quietly, “would you cum my bottom, please?” Moon looked to Sky for permission. Behind the pain, a subtle nod, and the hint of a smile. “Of course,” Moon said. He cuddled Star tight against his chest and carried him into the washroom. The End
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