Regression School

Date: December 11th Came across a weird ad today. Showed grown-ups acting like kids, all happy and carefree. Got me thinking, you know? Can I ditch the whole adulting thing and join them? Life's okay as it is — work, bills, adult stuff. But those happy faces in the ad got me wondering if there's something more. A simpler life, carefree and easy. Questions buzzing in my head. Can I really ditch the usual grind? Leave behind what everyone expects? Take a plunge into something unknown? Feels like I'm at a crossroads. One path is what I know, the other is this whole regression gig. Simple, carefree, but who knows? The unknown is scary. What if it's all a gimmick, and I end up regretting it? But then again, that joy in the ad, the freedom from adult crap — kinda tempting. Sleep on it, see what tomorrow brings. Life's weird sometimes. Date: December 27th Couldn't shake off this weird obsession. Been thinking a lot about those diapers they showed in the ad. How do they feel? The thought won't leave me. Spent some time today just imagining it. The softness, the snug feeling. It's nuts, but I can't help but wonder. You know what? Screw it. I did something impulsive today. Sent off that registration form for the regression school. Yeah, me, the guy who's always got everything planned out. No turning back now. Excitement's there, mixed with nerves. Wonder what they'll say. A part of me hopes they call me crazy, that this isn't for real. But deep down, a bigger part is hoping they welcome me into their world. Guess I'll just wait now. See if this was a momentary lapse of reason or if I'm diving headfirst into the world of diapers and pacifiers. Whatever happens, it's gonna be a hell of a story to tell someday. Date: December 31st The year's winding down, and so is the time before I jump headfirst into this regression thing. Tomorrow's the big day, the beginning of a journey I never thought I'd take. I've got the sabbatical lined up, so no work for the next six months. Full immersion into whatever this is. Nerves are kicking in. Can't help but second-guess what I put on that registration form. Total removal of potty training? Reducing my speech? Man, what was I thinking? It sounded fascinating at the time, but now the doubts are creeping in. Is this too much, too fast? But, truth be told, there's a part of me that's looking forward to it. As crazy as it sounds, the idea of regressing, letting go of all the adult crap for a while, has this strange appeal. Maybe it's a way to escape the grind, or maybe I've just lost my marbles. Let's see how it goes. Here's to hoping it's not a total disaster. Cheers to a new year, a new experience, and a version of me that's gonna be all kinds of messed up. Date: January 1st Started the day in my normal adult clothes, but that didn't last long. A female caregiver, friendly but assertive, made it clear that it was time for a change. Before I knew it, I was stripped down, underwear included, feeling more exposed than I had in years. There's a weird blend of humiliation and liberation in being undressed like that, as if shedding my adult clothes was shedding some of my adult responsibilities. And then came the diaper. It felt like a cloud wrapped around my privates, strangely soft and comforting. I couldn't help but blush as she fastened it snugly around me. I've never had anyone else diaper me, and there's something oddly intimate about it. But here I was, surrendering control willingly. She dressed me without asking for my input, asserting her role as the one in charge. All I got was a t-shirt that left my diaper exposed. It was an amazing feeling, an unexpected rush that I didn't anticipate. It's funny how the smallest things can make you feel little, and it's even funnier how that makes you feel taken care of. With a gentle spank on the butt, she sent me off to play. The mix of embarrassment and excitement stayed with me, each step a reminder that I was willingly diving into this regression experience. Day one down, and I'm already feeling like a little kid with a whole new set of rules to navigate. Let's see where this journey takes me. Date: January 4 th The caregivers have a routine of checking our diapers periodically, seemingly without any regard for our dignity or privacy. It's not like they ask if we're dry or need a change; they just dive right in and inspect, their faces devoid of judgment but their actions speaking volumes. Each diaper check feels like a spotlight shining on my new position as toddler. There's something about the way they lift up the back of my shirt and peek inside my diaper that makes me feel so small, like a helpless little kid but I’m guessing that’s the point. Today's diaper check was no exception. Samantha, with her gentle but firm demeanor, beckoned me over for my turn. I complied reluctantly, feeling every bit like a toddler. With practiced efficiency, she groped the front of my soggy diaper. The sense of embarrassment only intensified when she announced matter-of-factly that I needed a change. As Samantha proceeded to clean and diaper me, I couldn't shake the feeling of infantilization that washed over me. Each tug of the wipes and rustle of the fresh diaper served as a stark reminder of my regression journey, leaving me feeling smaller and more helpless than ever before. Date: January 17 th So, I'm two weeks deep into this regression experiment, and it's insane how fast I've gotten used to it. The craziest part? I haven't sat on a toilet for the past five days. Not at home, not anywhere. It's all about the diapers now, and honestly, it's not a bad gig. Every morning, I waddle to regression school with a loaded diaper, and it's become this routine that feels oddly freeing. The reactions from the caregivers and other students range from surprise to straight-up cheers. It's like waddeling with a loaded diaper is a badge of honor around here. Got a wild story from today. I was focused in some play, felt the urge to mess my diaper, and just went for it right then and there. No shame, no holding back. It's funny how quickly I've embraced this side of things. Went straight to Samantha, my favorite caregiver, with a big grin on my face. She sees the messy diaper and praises me for being a good boy. The tingles that went down my spine were something else. It's strange how a simple act can make you feel both empowered and vulnerable at the same time. But Samantha's praise made it all feel right. Who would have thought messing a diaper could be so, well, thrilling? Can't wait to see where it goes from here. Date: January 23rd OMG, guess what happened today? Samantha totally surprised me with a pacifier, and get this—it's got my fave animal, a fox, on it! It's crazy how something so simple can be super calming. When I put that paci in my mouth, it's like I'm being cuddled, all safe and cozy. But the best part? When Samantha and the other caregivers see me with it, they go all "aww" and call me cute and adorable. It gives me this warm, fuzzy feeling. It's like I've hit a new level of being noticed. The good vibes just keep coming, making me feel so comfy and happy. Napping has become part of my day too. The paci was amazing, it helped me fall asleep soooo quickly today during naptime. The sucking and the soft feel on my tongue make me feel even more secure. Date: February 6th Today was super surprising! While they were checking my diaper like they always do, the caregiver decided I needed a change. I was so surprised because I thought I only wet it once. But guess what? I must have had a real accident when I was busy playing with my Legos.. Yep, I was so into building my Lego masterpiece that I didn't even notice. It was a big surprise for me, and the caregiver got really happy when she saw my surprised face. What's really getting to me is that it's not just about wetting. They want me to be like, super not able to control it. It's kinda sinking in, and I'm starting to get how deep this whole going-back thing is. It's not just about toys and pacifiers; they're changing everything, even how my body works. Date: February 24 I wonder if my talkin' is gettin' more little or if it's just me imaginin'. Like, when I put these words down, they seem simple, like when I was a kiddo. But am I really talkin' like a little one now? Sometimes I think, "Hey, Eli, you're talkin' like a grown-up." But then, I look at these words, and they're all basic. Today, I heard two friends talkin' 'bout tryin' not to pee for as long as they can. They're all serious 'bout it, like it's some big competition. I just don't get it. Why try not to pee when we got these comfy diapers? I ain't tryin' to hold it, and guess what? I've been waking up with a super soggy diaper at night lots of times. But you know what's cool? The grown-ups who take care of us really like it. They're super happy that I'm all into this part of bein' a little one. Date: March 13 Today was a fun one! So, there I was, at the changin' table with Samantha, waiting for her to clean me up. She starts sayin' all these nice things 'bout me, callin' me a good diaper filler. Gotta admit, it made me feel all warm and tingly inside. Then, she starts rubbin' my soggy diaper, and I'm tryin' not to moan too loud behind my paci. It's like she knows just how to make me feel all tingly and excited. And then somethin' even funnier happened. Samantha noticed how excited I got, and she kept on rubbin' my diaper until, well, I had a sticky accident right there. Golly, to me, nothin' has ever felt as good as havin' a sticky accident in my soggy diaper. Oh, I forgot to mention somethin' important. You see, before I was a little guy, I used to have these accidents, but back then, we called 'em somethin' else. Grown-ups and big boys have a special word for it, but I'm not supposed to use those words anymore. Well anyway I stopped having them when I joined the regression school. Now, they're back but only as sticky accidents in my diaper, and Samantha says I'm a good boy for it. Journal Entry - March 23 Guess what happened today? I was playin' with the big, colorful building blocks, and it was so much fun! I got so caught up that, well, I kinda messed my diaper. Oopsie! But you know what? It didn't bother me much 'cause I was havin' too much fun. Later, I saw Samantha talkin' to Lisa, a new caregiver. They both looked at me and started laughin'. I didn't know why, but then Lisa walked over, and she squished the mess in my diaper! It made me giggle and wiggle; it was silly and funny. Being a little guy is so much fun, and the caregivers are super nice. I don't even mind the messy diapers that much. They just make me feel all little and happy. Journal Entry - April 7 Eli here with more little updates. So, things have been kinda interesting lately. Lisa, you know, the caregiver pals with Samantha, spends lots and lots of time with me. She's always there, putting my paci back in my mouth even though it's practically glued there. I'm such a good boy that I don't even need reminders anymore! She teased me today 'cause I dribble a lot in my diaper. I can't help it; it just happens. But you know what? I kinda like it. Lisa said I'm never dry anymore, and she laughed. It made me feel little and happy. Being a big boy and staying dry is overrated, right? Oh, and guess what? Lisa only lets me have sticky accidents when I've eaten my veggies at lunch and my diaper is already messy. Samantha's happy with just the messy diaper, but Lisa says I need to be a good boy all the way. Journal Entry – April 21 It's Eli with another little update. Today was a bit different, and I'm not sure how to feel about it. So, I saw Samantha and Lisa, you know, the caregivers who take care of me, sharing a kiss. It felt kinda strange, like a twinge in my tummy. I think I felt...jealous? Yeah, that's the word. I wanted all their attention on me. I mean, they're both so nice, and I love when they play with me, but today, seeing them together like that...it made me want more. Anyway, watching them kiss made my little buddy down there feel all tingly again, pressing against my soggy diaper. It's like it wanted some attention too. Silly little thing! Journal Entry - May 2 Guess what? Something big happened today. So, Lisa and Samantha, you know, the caregivers I always talk about? Well, they told me something amazing. They're actually a couple! Can you believe it? I didn't see that coming. And get this – Lisa started volunteering (that's a big word, huh?) at the regression school because Samantha wanted to adopt me. Yeah, me! I couldn't believe it. It's like a dream come true. I've got two mommies now, and they take such good care of me. They even asked me if I'd like to move in with them. Can you imagine? Being the baby of two mommies! I giggled and clapped my hands with joy. Of course, I said yes. Why wouldn't I? It's like living in a world full of cuddles, playtime, and soggy diapers. Life is pretty awesome right now. Journal Entry – May 29 Big news today! Lisa and Samantha officially adopted me! Can you believe it? Now I get to live with them, and it's amazing. They turned one of the rooms into a nursery just for me. Let me tell you about my room. There's a cozy crib that's super comfy, a changing table for when my mommies decide that I need a fresh diaper (which is quite often), and lots and lots of soft toys. No Legos, though. Lisa says I'm too little for that. But hey, who needs Legos when you've got plushies to cuddle with? I love it here. The nursery feels like my own little kingdom, and Lisa and Samantha are the best mommies ever. They take such good care of me. I even get to go to the regression school with Samantha, so I still get to see all my friends. Journal Entry – June 4 Hiya Diary, Today was another day of fun and surprises. Lisa asked me if my diaper was wet while I was in my stroller, all snug and cozy. I was a bit puzzled; after all, I can't really tell if it's wet or not. This seemed to make Lisa super happy, though. I told her it's probably just because of my shortalls. Usually, I can peek and see if my diaper is soggy or not, but with these cute shortalls, it's a bit tricky. I guess that's why I didn't notice. Anyway, mommy seemed pleased, so I'm pleased too. Journal Entry – June 26 Today was a bit different. Mommy Samantha had a special lesson for me. She wanted me to stay in a messy diaper for a few hours, all to help me learn to be messy without even noticing. The thought of it made my little buddy all tingly again. Samantha was quick to rub my diaper, but she stopped just before I had another sticky accident, leaving me panting and wanting more. After sitting for what felt like forever (I can't read the clock anymore, oopsie!), she finally let me have that sticky accident. It was like a little reward for being such a good boy during the lesson. Journal Entry – July 8 Today was super fun! Mommy Lisa fed me lunch in my highchair, and she was so proud that I didn't remove or spit out my paci all day. It stayed in my mouth since this morning, and it made me giggle lots. After lunch, Mommy Lisa happily explained that she's also proud of me for not noticing that my diaper is messy. But when she said that, I suddenly sniffed and realized it was! I guess my nose tricked me. But I'm happy about it because I know it makes my mommies happy. Mommy Lisa asked if I wanted a fresh diaper after lunch, but I said no. I want to be in a messy diaper for Mommy Samantha when she comes home. This made Mommy Lisa so happy that she decided to make me have a sticky accident right then and there. As she rubbed my diaper, I felt a tingly excitement building up, and before I knew it, I had a sticky accident in my messy diaper. It's happening faster and faster, needing always fewer touches or rubbing. Mommy Lisa praised me again, saying what a good boy I am. It felt warm and fuzzy, and I couldn't stop giggling. When Mommy Samantha came home and found me asleep in my crib with a messy diaper, she decided to wake me up in the most special way. Gently, she started rubbing my diaper, and before I knew it, I had another sticky accident. She called me a good baby and hugged me tightly. I felt so safe and loved in her arms.

As the hours pass, Nora and Emma continue their playtime. They lose track of time in their imaginative world, going on adventures, pretending to be princesses, and exploring their make-believe kingdom. Their laughter fills the room, creating a joyful atmosphere. Daddy occasionally checks in on them, making sure they're comfortable and happy. He smiles, pleased to see the girls having such a good time together. It warms his heart to know that they're bonding and enjoying each other's company. With a hint of nervousness, Emma turns to Nora and whispers, "Nora, I kinda need to pee. What should I do?" Nora grins mischievously, clearly enjoying the new adventure. "Well, Emma, you're wearing a diaper now, remember? Just relax and let it happen. It's okay, I promise!" Emma looks at Nora with uncertainty in her eyes. "I know I'm wearing a diaper, but it still feels a bit strange. What if it leaks or something?" Nora reassures her, placing a comforting hand on Emma's shoulder. "I understand, Emma. But these diapers are designed to handle it. Just trust me, and you'll see that it's not a big deal. And if anything happens, it's all part of the experience, right?" Emma nods and closes her eyes, trying to let her body do what it needs to. After a moment, she feels the warmth spreading through the diaper. Nora smiles warmly, proud of Emma for taking this step. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Nora observes with a mixture of curiosity and support. She notices the initial tension in Emma's expression, followed by a gradual relaxation as she lets go. Nora sees a faint blush spread across Emma's cheeks, a sign of both embarrassment and the novelty of the experience. The diaper swells slightly as it absorbs the liquid, and Nora can hear the faint crinkle of the material. She notices how Emma's posture shifts subtly, adjusting to the changing sensation. There's a moment of vulnerability in Emma's eyes, quickly replaced by a mixture of surprise and a hint of amusement as she realizes that it's not as uncomfortable as she anticipated. Nora chuckles playfully at the wet diaper. "Well, look at you, Emma! You did it! You're a natural at filling diapers," she teases, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Diapers aren't so bad, are they?" Emma can't help but blush, a mixture of embarrassment and a growing sense of comfort settling in. She giggles nervously, grateful for Nora's light-hearted approach to the situation. "I guess not," she admits, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her friend. Nora, still playfully teasing, leans in closer to Emma and whispers with mock seriousness, "You know, Emma, if you keep that diaper wet, I might just have to call your daddy to come and change you. Are you sure you want that?" Emma, though still feeling embarrassed, shakes her head vigorously, her cheeks flushing even more. "N-No, please don't do that, Nora. I can manage." Nora giggles, reassures her, and says, "Alright, I won't call him this time. But remember, you're in a diaper now, so accidents happen, and it's okay!" She pats Emma's back playfully before they continue with their playtime. As the afternoon sun started to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow through the windows, Emma and Nora continued their playtime. They built forts, played with dolls, and shared giggles and secrets. The initial awkwardness had faded, replaced by a newfound comfort and trust between them. Occasionally, Emma would discreetly check her diaper, still getting used to the sensation of being in one. Each time, she felt a mixture of curiosity and a tinge of embarrassment. It was a strange but oddly comforting feeling, knowing that she didn't have to worry about finding a bathroom. As the hours passed, Emma's initial nervousness gave way to a sense of freedom. She moved and played without the usual constraints of needing to find a restroom. It was a liberating experience, and she was grateful to Nora for guiding her through it. Eventually, as the sky outside darkened, signaling the approach of evening, Daddy appeared in the doorway, a warm smile on his face. "How are my two little ones doing?" he asked, his voice filled with affection. Nora beamed up at him. "We're having so much fun, Daddy!" Emma nodded, her cheeks still carrying a faint blush. "Yes, it's been... an interesting day." Daddy chuckled and knelt down beside them. "I'm glad to hear that. Are you two ready for some dinner?" Both girls nodded eagerly, and with that, they made their way to the kitchen, hand in hand. Daddy smiled warmly as they entered the kitchen. "I've got a special surprise for you, Emma," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Emma looked at him curiously, not sure what to expect. "Oh, really?" Daddy nodded and pointed towards a corner of the kitchen. "I brought in an extra high chair, just for you." Emma's eyes widened in surprise, and she felt a rush of mixed emotions. She was both touched by the thoughtfulness and a little self-conscious about sitting in a high chair. She was used to sitting at the table in a grown-up chair. Nora, sensing Emma's hesitation, squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It'll be fun, Emma! Like a little adventure." Emma mustered a smile and nodded. "Alright, let's give it a try." Mr. Johnson gently lifted Emma into the high chair, and as he did, he couldn't help but notice the faint yellowish hue of her diaper. He smiled warmly at her, a mixture of pride and affection in his eyes. "You're doing great, Emma," he said, his voice filled with encouragement. "I'm really proud of you for wetting your diapers." Emma blushed at his words, feeling a swell of warmth in her chest. It meant a lot to her to hear him say that. "Thank you, Mr. Johnson," she replied, her voice soft but filled with gratitude. Daddy made sure Emma was securely strapped into the high chair, then leaned in closer, his tone gentle and reassuring. "After dinner, if you're comfortable, we can take care of that diaper change, okay?" Emma nodded, a mix of apprehension and anticipation swirling within her. She was still getting used to this new experience, As he helped Nora into her high chair, he chuckled playfully. "Looks like I've got two soggy butts to take care of after dinner," he teased, a twinkle in his eye. Nora beamed with happiness, clearly enjoying the attention and playfulness. Emma couldn't help but blush at Mr. Johnson’s words. It was still a bit embarrassing for her, but she also felt a strange sense of comfort knowing that she wasn't the only one with a wet diaper. The delicious aroma of freshly baked pizza filled the air. Daddy had prepared a mouthwatering spread of pizzas, each topped with a variety of ingredients. The golden crusts were perfectly crispy, and the cheese was bubbling and gooey. Nora couldn't resist showing off a bit. She leaned over to Emma and whispered with a mischievous grin, "You know, my daddy learned how to make these in Napoli. They're the real deal, and I promise you're going to love them!" Emma's curiosity was piqued. She was eager to try the pizza and see if it lived up to Nora's praise. As they all dug into their slices, the flavors exploded in their mouths, and it was clear that Daddy's pizza-making skills were top-notch. The combination of the delicious meal and the warm, accepting atmosphere made Emma feel more at ease. After the last slice of pizza had been devoured, Daddy took out some napkins and began to gently wipe the girls' hands and faces. He praised Nora for her enthusiastic approach to the meal, saying, "Nora, you sure know how to enjoy a good pizza! You're quite the messy eater, but that just means you really savor every bite." Nora beamed with pride, clearly pleased with the compliment. Daddy noticed that Nora's diaper was getting quite full and was close to leaking. He gently said, "Alright, girls, let's get you out of those high chairs. Nora, sweetheart, your diaper looks like it's had quite the workout. We should get you first changed before we have any leaks." Daddy led Nora and Emma to the nursery, where the changing table was prepared for their diaper change. He gestured for Nora to lie down first, giving her a reassuring smile. "Alright, sweetheart, let's get you into a fresh diaper." Nora obediently lay down on the changing table, excited for the comfort of a dry diaper. Emma watched, still feeling a little nervous but also intrigued by the process. Daddy skillfully changed Nora, chatting with her in a gentle, reassuring tone. "Alright, Nora, this will be your nighttime diaper, which means we won't need to change you until morning. You'll be all snug and cozy." Meanwhile, Emma felt a small pressure in her bladder. She shifted nervously, realizing that she might need to pee soon. As Emma observed the diaper change, a worry began to gnaw at her. She knew that if she didn't use her diaper now, she might end up sleeping in a wet one. This made her a bit anxious. Taking a deep breath, Emma mustered up the courage. She relaxed and let go, feeling the warmth spread through her diaper. The room fell momentarily quiet, save for a subtle hiss that emanated from Emma's diaper. It was a soft, almost delicate sound, like rain gently tapping against a window. Both Daddy and Nora turned their heads toward Emma, their expressions a mixture of surprise and amusement. Daddy's eyes twinkled with warmth and a hint of mischief, while Nora's cheeks dimpled with a mischievous grin. Daddy and Nora exchanged playful glances, their eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, it seems like Emma's getting the hang of it," Daddy remarked, his tone teasing. Nora giggled, unable to contain her amusement. Emma blushed, but deep down, she couldn't deny that there was a strange sense contentment at being accepted like this. Daddy finished changing Nora, and then with gentle hands, he lifted Emma onto the changing table. As he did, a soft squishy sound filled the air, emanating from her well-wet diaper. It was a telltale sign of her recent adventure in potty training. Emma blushed even deeper, feeling a mix of self-consciousness and curiosity. Daddy, undeterred, proceeded to expertly change her, his movements smooth and practiced. With both Emma and Nora safely snug in their dry nighttime diapers, Daddy tucked them into bed. He then picked up a storybook and began to read to them. “<Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a princess named Ella. Princess Ella was known for her adventurous spirit and kind heart. However, she had a peculiar challenge - no matter what she did, she always seemed to find herself in need of a fresh, dry diaper. One sunny morning, Princess Ella declared, "I shall embark on a quest to find the legendary Dry Diaper Tree, said to bear the softest and driest diapers in all the land!" With determination in her heart, Princess Ella set off on her grand adventure, traversing forests, crossing rivers, and climbing mountains. Along the way, she met talking animals and helpful fairies, all of whom offered their guidance and support. As the days went by, Princess Ella faced many trials and challenges. She encountered diaper-clad dragons and soggy swamps, but she pressed on, determined to find the elusive Dry Diaper Tree. One moonlit night, as she gazed up at the starry sky, Princess Ella heard a gentle voice whisper in the wind. It was the Wise Diaper Fairy, who appeared before her with a knowing smile. "My dear Princess," the fairy said, "the Dry Diaper Tree is not a place you must find on your own. It is the love and care of those who cherish you that will always provide you with the comfort and dryness you seek." With newfound wisdom, Princess Ella returned to her castle, where her loving King, her Daddy, awaited her. He greeted her with open arms and a soft, fresh diaper. From that day forward, Princess Ella learned that she need not embark on grand quests to find comfort and care. Her Daddy was always there, ready to ensure she was dry, happy, and loved. As Daddy finished telling the fairy tale about Princess Ella and the Dry Diaper Tree, both Nora and Emma looked at each other, their eyes wide with wonder and amusement. Nora giggled first, her cheeks rosy from Daddy's storytelling. "That was such a cute story, Daddy! And it's so true, isn't it?" Emma, still feeling a bit shy but comforted by the tale, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it really is. It's all about being taken care of by the ones who love you." Daddy smiled warmly, proud of the way his story had resonated with the girls. "That's right, girls. Daddy stood by the bedside, his tall figure casting a gentle shadow in the dimly lit room. He reached over to the switch, his hand enveloping it with a reassuring confidence. With a soft click, the room plunged into a comforting darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of the nightlight. "Goodnight, girls.“ In the soft glow of the nightlight, Emma and Nora sat on the bed, their matching nighttime diapers crinkling softly as they shifted. They whispered to each other, sharing secrets and dreams. Emma turned to Nora, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. "Nora," she began, "today was... well, it was so different from anything I've ever experienced before." Nora, nestled under the blankets beside her, listened intently, her own eyes sparkling with anticipation. She nodded, encouraging Emma to continue. "I mean," Emma continued, "I've never spent a whole day in diapers before. It was... strange, but also kind of liberating. I didn't have to worry about finding a bathroom, and I could just focus on having fun with you." Nora's face lit up with understanding. "I know what you mean, Emma. It's like being in a little bubble of comfort. And, you know, I've been wearing diapers every day for a while now, so it's become really normal for me. But I'm so glad you gave it a try." Emma smiled, grateful for Nora's support. "Yeah, it was definitely an adventure. And you and your Daddy... you're both so caring and understanding. It made it a lot easier for me to try something new like this." Nora nodded, her eyes filled with warmth. "Daddy really is the best. He always makes sure I feel safe and loved. And I'm really glad you felt comfortable too, Emma." hey both fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of the day settling around them like a cozy blanket. It was a day filled with firsts for Emma, and she knew it was a memory she'd cherish forever. As they drifted off to sleep, the room filled with the gentle rustling of their diapers, a comforting reminder of the special bond they shared. They knew that tomorrow would bring more adventures, more laughter, and more moments of discovering new things. [the end]

Nora and Emma skipped down the sun-dappled street, their laughter harmonizing with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Hand in hand, they approached Nora's house, a cozy abode adorned with cheerful colors and an inviting warmth. Nora's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Emma, I'm so happy you're here for a sleepover! We're going to have so much fun!" Emma, equally thrilled, couldn't help but grin. "I can't wait, Nora! Your house is so pretty!" As they entered, the nursery greeted them with an array of stuffed animals, vibrant toys, and a soft, comforting ambiance. Nora's daddy, Mr. Johnson, stood nearby, his welcoming smile making the girls feel right at home. "Hello, you two! Are you ready for your sleepover?" Mr. Johnson's warm voice filled the room. "Hello, Mr. Johnson!" Emma greeted with a bright smile as she entered the cozy nursery. "Hello, Emma!" Mr. Johnson replied warmly, pleased by Emma's politeness. "Are you ready for a fun sleepover?" Emma nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mr. Johnson! I can't wait to play with Nora." Daddy checks Nora's diaper to make sure she's comfortable. He gently pats her diaper, feeling for any signs of wetness. Nora, with her bright eyes and cheerful demeanor, giggles playfully. "All dry, Daddy!" she chirps, confirming that her diaper is still snug and dry. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Emma playfully nudges Mr. Johnson and grins, "You know, Mr. Johnson, Nora's only dry because she just got changed at the Regression School. She had a messy accident, but they took good care of her." Mr. Johnson chuckles, appreciating Emma's teasing tone. "Well, it sounds like they're doing a great job over there. Thanks for keeping an eye on Nora, sweetheart." Nora joins in the light-hearted moment, giggling and adding, "Yeah, they really are nice, Daddy!" Mr. Johnson turns to Emma with a warm smile. "And what about you, Emma? Did you get a change too?" Emma blushes even deeper, her cheeks turning a shade of pink that matches her outfit. She clears her throat again, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. "Um, no, Mr. Johnson," she stammers, "I'm, uh, still fully potty trained." Mr. Johnson gives her an understanding nod, his warm smile never wavering. "That's perfectly alright, Emma. We all have our own preferences and experiences. Just remember, we're here to support you in whatever way you feel comfortable. If you want to borrow one of Noras´s diapers just give me a call."Emma, appreciating the offer, shakes her head with a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you, Mr. Johnson, but I'll be alright. I'll stick with Panties for now." As Nora and Emma adjourn to the nursery, Daddy heads to the kitchen to prepare a snack or perhaps a meal for his little girls. He knows that after a day of learning and play at the Regression School, they'll need some nourishment to keep their energy up. In the nursery Emma looked at Nora with genuine curiosity. "Nora, if you don't mind me asking, what made you choose to wear diapers? Nora giggled. "I just really like how soft and cozy they feel, Emma. It's like wearing a big, warm hug all day! And they make me feel safe, like a little kid who doesn't have to worry about finding a potty in time. Plus, they come in such fun colors and patterns, it's like wearing cute clothes all the time!" Emma couldn't help but smile at Nora's enthusiastic explanation. Emma bit her lip, looking a bit concerned. "But Nora, what about accidents, don´t they feel uncomfortable or...icky?” Nora looked at Emma with a smile, trying to explain. "Well, Emma, it's like... it's all warm and cozy, and it makes me feel safe, like a big hug. And when it's wet, it's like a little tickle, and it reminds me that I'm being taken care of, just like a baby. It a really like being a wet diaper princess." Emma listened, trying to understand. "So, it's like being hugged by a warm, tickly cloud?" Nora giggled. "Yeah, kinda like that! And I don't have to stop what I'm doing to go to the potty, and I never have to worry about finding a bathroom. It's all taken care of right here," she said, patting her diaper with a smile. "And if it gets wet or messy, well, it's not really my problem, is it? Emma blushed, processing Nora's words. "I guess it’s not," she admitted blushing, feeling a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "That's right!" Nora giggled. "It's Daddy's or a caregiver's job to take care of it. They make sure I'm all clean and comfy again. It feels really nice, like being taken care of just like a little kid." Emma, feeling curious, looks at Nora and says, "You know, Nora, I've never tried diapers before, and I'm starting to wonder what it's like. Would you be willing to help me give it a try?" Nora's eyes sparkle with excitement as she claps her hands gently. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun, Emma! Don't worry, I'll help you with everything. It's like being wrapped in a soft, fluffy cloud," she exclaims.Nora gently takes Emma's hand and leads her to a cozy corner of the nursery. She smiles reassuringly. "Alright, Emma, let's get you all set up." With a tender touch, she helps Emma remove her clothes, folding them neatly on a nearby chair. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Nora encourages, her voice warm and comforting. Nora realized with a shock, that didn’t know the first thing about diaper changes, it having been Daddy´s responsibility for so long. Nora hesitates for a moment before deciding to go to the kitchen and fetch Daddy. She walks in, blushing a little, and finds him in the kitchen. "Daddy, um... could you come to the nursery? We, uh, need a little help with something," she stammers, feeling a bit awkward about the situation. Daddy looks up from what he's doing, a curious expression on his face. "Of course, sweetie. What do you need help with?" Nora shifts uncomfortably, glancing back towards the nursery. "It's, um, about the diapers," she mumbles, her face turning even redder. Daddy nods understandingly and sets down what he's holding. "Alright, let's go." He follows Nora back to the nursery, where Emma is waiting, her face also flushed with embarrassment. They all stand there, a mix of curiosity and nervousness in the air. Daddy notices Emma's uncertain expression and gently asks, "Emma, would you like to give diapers a try? It's perfectly okay if you're not sure, but if you're curious, I´m here to help." Emma looks between Mr. Johnson and Nora, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity. After a moment, she nods shyly. "I... I think I'd like to try, just to see what it's like," she admits, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. Nora´s Daddy smiles warmly. gestures towards the shelves filled with various diapers. "Emma, why don't you go ahead and pick out a diaper that you think you'd like?" Emma walks over to the shelves, her heart pounding with nervousness and anticipation. She examines the colorful designs, finally selecting one with soft pastel patterns, similar to the diaper on Nora´s butt. She turns back to Mr. Johnson, holding it in her hands. "I think... I'll try this one," she says, her voice a bit shaky. Mr. Johnson smiles approvingly. "Good choice, Emma. Now, let's find a comfortable spot for you." He leads Emma to a changing table, gently guiding her to lie down. He reassures her, "Remember, there's no rush, and you can let me know if you're uncomfortable at any point." Emma nods. Daddy skillfully unfolds the diaper and gently lifts Emma's legs, sliding it underneath her. He carefully applies some powder and then smoothly fastens the tapes, ensuring a snug but comfortable fit. Throughout the process, Emma feels a mix of vulnerability and trust. Nora watches with wide-eyed fascination, giggling at the sight. "You look so cute, Emma!" she exclaims, unable to contain her excitement. Emma blushes deeply, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and a surprising sense of comfort. She looks up at Mr. Johnson, who offers her an encouraging smile. "There you go, all set," he says gently, helping Emma sit up. Emma shifts experimentally, feeling the soft padding of the diaper against her skin. It's a strange sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. She looks down at herself, still adjusting to the sight of a diaper peeking out from under her clothes. Daddy and Nora exchange a knowing glance, both clearly delighted that Emma has taken this step. "You're doing great, Emma," Daddy praises, patting her on the back. Daddy gently lifts Emma off the changing table and sets her back on her feet. The girls are then free to return to their play. Emma, however, can't help but be distracted by the unusual sensation of her diaper. As she moves around and plays with Nora, she finds herself periodically touching or adjusting the diaper, still not entirely used to the feeling. Nora notices Emma's preoccupation and chuckles. "It's okay, Emma. Diapers take a little getting used to, but you'll see, they're not so bad once you get used to them. Let's keep playing!" She grabs Emma's hand, eager to continue their imaginative adventure. [too be continued]