Regression School

The waiting room buzzed with a nervous energy, a mix of anticipation and dread that hung thick in the air. Rebecca fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her fingers tracing the lace pattern absentmindedly. Beside her, Olaf was tapping his foot, his face a careful mask of indifference, though the slight tremor in his leg betrayed his unease. Anna, the calmest of the trio, sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, her posture straight, and her expression serene. At twenty years old, they had all reached the first critical milestone in their lives—the Maturity Test. Every person was required to take it at twenty, and then every five years after that. The test was designed to determine their place in society, not just in terms of their roles and responsibilities, but their very lifestyle. No one knew exactly how the test worked; it was a closely guarded secret, passed down through generations, the results shaping the course of every citizen’s life. A door at the far end of the room opened with a quiet hiss, and a woman in a crisp white lab coat stepped out. “Rebecca Green,” she called, her voice soft but commanding. Rebecca stood up, smoothing her dress one last time before following the woman through the door. Olaf and Anna exchanged a glance, but neither said anything. What was there to say? They had all grown up together, gone through school together, and now this test would decide their futures. The door closed behind Rebecca, sealing her into a small, sterile room. A single chair sat in the center, facing a large screen. The woman gestured for her to sit. “Relax, Rebecca,” the woman said, her tone soothing. “This will only take a few minutes.” Rebecca nodded, though her heart was pounding in her chest. She sat down, the chair surprisingly comfortable. The screen in front of her flickered to life, displaying a series of images, words, and scenarios. Rebecca tried to focus, answering the questions as they appeared, making decisions, reacting to scenarios, all while trying to keep calm. After what felt like both an eternity and only a few seconds, the screen went black. The room was silent, save for the soft hum of machinery. Rebecca’s hands gripped the armrests of the chair, her knuckles white. Finally, the screen lit up again, displaying a single word in bold letters. TODDLER Rebecca stared at the word, her mind reeling. Toddler? What did that mean? But before she could process it, the door behind her opened again, and the woman in the lab coat re-entered, this time accompanied by a man in a similar uniform. He held a small bundle in his hands. “Rebecca, your classification is toddler,” the woman said, her voice still calm. “This means that, from now on, your lifestyle will be adjusted to fit your new status. This includes, but is not limited to, the wearing of diapers, a supervised environment, and the cessation of adult responsibilities.” The man stepped forward, handing her the bundle. It was soft, wrapped in pastel-colored fabric. Rebecca’s hands trembled as she took it, unfolding it to reveal a thick, padded diaper. Her breath caught in her throat. “Your new caretaker will meet you shortly to explain everything,” the woman continued. “Please follow the attendant, and they will guide you to your new quarters.” Rebecca could barely move, her mind swirling with confusion, embarrassment, and a strange sense of resignation. She was led out of the room, clutching the diaper to her chest like a lifeline. As she passed by the waiting room, she caught Olaf’s eye. He gave her a tight, sympathetic smile, but there was nothing he could say. Anna, still composed, offered a small nod, acknowledging Rebecca’s fate. The door closed behind her, leaving Olaf and Anna in silence once more. “Olaf Lindstrom,” the same woman called, and Olaf rose to his feet. He walked through the door, his heart pounding in his ears. The process was much the same. The questions, the scenarios, the flashing images on the screen. But Olaf’s mind kept wandering back to Rebecca, to the diaper in her hands, to the word TODDLER that had flashed on the screen. Was that really her future now? What would his be? When the screen finally settled on his classification, Olaf felt his heart skip a beat. PRESCHOOLER The woman re-entered the room, but this time she held something different—a package of pull-ups, adorned with cartoon characters and bright colors. “Olaf, your classification is preschooler,” she said. “This means that while you have some independence, you will still require supervision and assistance with certain tasks. You will wear these pull-ups, and your activities will be limited to those appropriate for your status.” Olaf stared at the pull-ups, a strange mix of relief and disappointment washing over him. He wasn’t a toddler like Rebecca, but he wasn’t classified as an adult either. He was stuck in some in-between stage, not quite a baby, but not fully independent. He was led out of the room, clutching the pull-ups. When he passed the waiting area, Anna’s eyes met his, her expression unreadable. She offered him a small, reassuring smile, but Olaf could see the concern behind it. They had all known that their futures would be decided today, but none of them had expected it to be so drastic. Finally, it was Anna’s turn. She walked into the room with her head held high, her steps confident. The test followed the same pattern—questions, images, scenarios—but Anna’s mind was calm, focused. She had always been the responsible one, the one who took care of her friends, who excelled in school, who made the right decisions. When the screen displayed her classification, Anna felt a sense of vindication. ADULT The woman in the lab coat entered, holding nothing this time. She simply smiled at Anna, a warm, approving smile. “Anna, your classification is adult,” she said. “You will continue to live as you have, with full responsibilities and privileges. You have passed your Maturity Test.” Anna nodded, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. But as she left the room, her thoughts drifted back to Rebecca and Olaf, to the diaper and the pull-ups, to the new lives they were about to lead. As Anna walked out of the room, she glanced back at the door where Rebecca and Olaf had exited. Her heart ached for her friends, especially for Rebecca, who had been reduced to a toddler by the system. But she knew there was nothing she could do. The classifications were final, and everyone had to live by them. As she continued down the street, Anna silently vowed to check in on Rebecca and Olaf, to be there for them despite the gulf that had just opened between their lives. Because while the system had classified them differently, they were still her friends, and she wouldn’t let that change. Anna walked up to the familiar house, the one she had visited so many times before, yet it felt different now. It had been two years since the Maturity Test, and so much had changed. She had just finished her BSc, an accomplishment she was proud of, but now that she was back home, she felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation about reconnecting with her old friends, especially Olaf. As she approached the front door, Anna could hear muffled laughter from inside. She knocked gently, and within moments, the door swung open to reveal a beaming Olaf. He looked almost the same as she remembered, but there was something different about his demeanor—something softer, less assured. "Anna!" Olaf exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he pulled her into a warm hug. "It’s so good to see you!" "You too, Olaf!" Anna replied, hugging him back tightly. "It’s been way too long." Olaf stepped aside to let her in, and as Anna entered the house, she noticed the subtle changes. The living room had a more childlike vibe now, with toys neatly arranged in one corner and colorful educational posters on the walls. A large stuffed animal sat on the couch, and there was a faint scent of baby powder in the air. Olaf looked a little different too. His clothes were casual, a bit more childlike than she remembered—loose overalls and a bright, playful t-shirt. And there was a visible outline beneath his overalls that hinted at something... padded. Lilly appeared from the kitchen, wearing a soft smile and holding a tray of snacks. She looked every bit the doting caregiver, dressed in comfortable clothes that belied her new role in Olaf’s life. "Anna, it’s so great to see you again," Lilly said warmly, setting the tray down on the coffee table. "I’ve heard so much about how well you’ve been doing." "Thanks, Lilly," Anna replied, returning the smile. "It’s good to be back home, even if just for a bit." Olaf began chatting animatedly about his life, clearly eager to share. “So, I’m in preschool now,” Olaf said, his voice carrying a mix of pride and something else—a hint of embarrassment, maybe? “It’s... well, it’s different from what I thought I’d be doing, but I’ve made some really good friends there.” Anna nodded, listening intently. “That’s great, Olaf. What kind of stuff do you do in preschool?” “Oh, you know, we have story time, arts and crafts, and lots of outdoor play,” Olaf said, his eyes lighting up as he talked about the games they played. “It’s really fun, actually. And we have nap time after lunch, which is... kind of nice.” Lilly chuckled softly, ruffling Olaf’s hair. “He’s the star of the class, aren’t you, sweetie?” Olaf blushed deeper, looking down at his juice box. “I guess...” Anna smiled, sensing the comfort yet slight awkwardness Olaf felt in this dynamic. “Sounds like you’re doing great, Olaf. It’s good to see you so happy.” But then Lilly’s expression turned slightly mischievous. “Olaf, why don’t you tell Anna about that big milestone you hit last year?” "And, uh," Olaf continued, his tone shifting slightly as he glanced at Lilly, "I also... well, I passed 'Unpotty Training I' last year." Anna blinked, taking in the information. She had heard of Unpotty Training classes but hadn’t really considered what that meant for someone like Olaf. The idea of Olaf, her old friend who used to be so independent, having accidents like a toddler was hard to wrap her mind around. Lilly, however, looked absolutely delighted. "He did so well in that class," she said proudly, as if discussing an academic achievement. "He’s such a good boy. He was one of the first in his class to have real accidents." Olaf squirmed in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. "I-I guess..." Anna glanced at Lilly, noticing the way she gently but firmly guided Olaf’s behavior. There was a subtle push and pull in their dynamic—Olaf trying to hold on to his independence and maturity, while Lilly seemed eager to encourage his regression. It was an intriguing contrast. “That’s... really interesting,” Anna said, trying to be supportive while still processing the situation. Lilly smiled, sensing Anna’s curiosity. “Olaf’s doing great in his preschool class, and he’s learning to embrace this new phase of his life. But, of course, I’m here to help him with whatever he needs.” Olaf looked at Anna, his expression somewhere between pride and a plea for understanding. “It’s been... different, but Lilly’s been really supportive. She... she helps me a lot.” Anna watched the interaction, noting how Lilly’s influence seemed to be gently guiding Olaf further away from the maturity he was trying to cling to. It was clear that Lilly enjoyed her role as a caregiver—no, as Mommy. "So, what happens after these five years?" Anna asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. Lilly’s eyes gleamed slightly as she looked at Olaf. "Well, after five years, we all take the Maturity Test again. Depending on how things go, Olaf might stay a preschooler, or... maybe he’ll move on to the next smaller stage." Olaf’s blush deepened as he looked down at his hands. "I don’t want to move backward, Anna. I want to stay a preschooler... or maybe even move up, if I can." Lilly chuckled softly, clearly amused by his determination. "We’ll see, sweetie. There’s no rush. For now, let’s just focus on enjoying where you are." Olaf looked up at her, his expression a mix of resignation and affection. "Yeah... I guess you’re right." Anna walked through the bright, cheerfully decorated halls of the regression school nursery, a place she never imagined visiting until now. She hadn’t seen Rebecca since before her classification, and she wasn't sure what to expect. The walls were lined with colorful murals, depicting scenes of playful animals and idyllic nature, clearly designed to be soothing and engaging for the residents. The soft hum of lullabies played in the background, adding to the nursery’s serene atmosphere. Finally, she reached the room number she had been given and knocked gently on the door. A moment later, it swung open, and Anna was greeted by a young woman with a warm smile, dressed in a uniform that marked her as one of the caregivers. “Hello, you must be Anna,” the caregiver said kindly. “Rebecca’s been talking about your visit all week. She’s just inside, playing with her toys.” Anna smiled back, feeling a mix of emotions—anticipation, curiosity, and a twinge of sadness as she stepped into the room. It was spacious, filled with soft, pastel-colored furniture, and various toys scattered across the floor. In the middle of it all sat Rebecca, her back to the door, completely absorbed in stacking brightly colored blocks into a wobbly tower. Rebecca was dressed in a simple shirt with a cartoon character printed on the front, and Anna’s eyes were immediately drawn to the diaper peeking out from beneath it. The thick padding crinkled softly as Rebecca shifted. “Becky,” Anna called softly, using the childhood nickname that felt oddly appropriate now. Rebecca turned around, her face lighting up with a broad, innocent smile that made her look younger than her twenty-two years. “Anna!” she squealed, dropping the blocks and crawling over to her friend. When she reached Anna, she wrapped her arms around her legs in an enthusiastic hug, her diaper crinkling loudly with the movement. “Hi, Becky,” Anna said, crouching down to return the hug. She was struck by how different Rebecca seemed. The way she moved, the way she looked up at Anna with wide, expectant eyes—it was as if Rebecca had truly turned into the toddler she had been classified as. “Wanna play blocks with me?” Rebecca asked, her voice slightly lisped, whether naturally or from the regression, Anna wasn’t sure. “I’m makin’ a big tower!” Anna smiled gently. “Sure, I’d love to.” She sat down on the plush rug next to Rebecca, who immediately returned to her task of stacking blocks, her small tongue poking out in concentration. As they played, Anna observed her friend closely. Rebecca’s mannerisms were so childlike—the way she clapped her hands in delight when the tower didn’t fall over, the way she babbled excitedly about the different colors and shapes of the blocks. It was clear that Rebecca had regressed quite a bit since her classification. “So, Becky,” Anna started, picking up a block and turning it over in her hands, “how have you been? Do you like it here?” Rebecca nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bouncing with the movement. “Yeah! It’s so fun! I get to play all day, an’ the caregivers are really nice. They give me cookies when I’m good!” Anna smiled, though there was a hint of sadness behind it. “That sounds nice. And you’re happy?” “Uh-huh!” Rebecca chirped, not a care in the world as she continued stacking her blocks. “I don’t hafta worry ‘bout big girl stuff anymore.” Anna nodded, watching Rebecca with a mix of concern and curiosity. The girl in front of her was so different from the Rebecca she once knew—carefree, unburdened, but also entirely dependent on the nursery and its routines. It was a stark contrast to Anna’s own life, where responsibility weighed heavily on her shoulders every day. As they continued to play, Anna couldn’t help but notice something strange—Rebecca’s diaper, which had been dry when she arrived, was still dry. She had been there for nearly three hours, and Rebecca hadn’t shown any signs of needing a change. It struck Anna as odd, considering everything she’d heard about regression schools and their “residents.” But as the hours passed, Anna started to see small signs. Rebecca would squirm a little more, shift her weight from side to side, and occasionally pause in the middle of talking or playing, as if she was distracted by something. Anna noticed but didn’t say anything, not wanting to embarrass her friend. Finally, after about three hours, Rebecca paused mid-sentence, her eyes going wide for a moment. She looked down at her diaper, then back up at Anna, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks. “Uh-oh...” she mumbled softly, her voice tinged with both embarrassment and a hint of relief. Anna watched as the colorful designs on Rebecca’s diaper began to fade, the telltale sign of it absorbing wetness. There was a faint, almost imperceptible hiss, and then Rebecca sighed softly, a look of contentment spreading across her face. “I did a pee-pee,” Rebecca said quietly, almost to herself, as she absentmindedly patted the front of her now-soggy diaper. There was no shame in her voice, just a simple acknowledgment of what had happened. Anna reached out, gently rubbing Rebecca’s back. “It’s okay, Becky. Do you want me to get someone to change you?” Rebecca shook her head, leaning into Anna’s touch. “No, it’s okay. I’m comfy.” Anna continued to rub her back, noticing how Rebecca seemed completely at ease with her situation. "You really seem to enjoy it here," Anna said softly. Rebecca’s smile faltered for a moment as she looked down at her soggy diaper, then back up at Anna. "Well... I heard that if I'm a good little girl and don't put up a fuss, they might let me grow back up before the next... matur... matuwity... test," she said, struggling with the word. Anna’s eyes widened slightly. “Maturity test?” Rebecca nodded, a proud smile spreading across her face. “Uh-huh! If I’m a good girl and don’t make a fuss, maybe when it’s time for the test again, I can grow back up!” Anna’s heart ached a little as she listened. It was clear that Rebecca had latched onto the idea, hoping that by being the perfect little toddler, she might get a chance to return to her previous life. Anna wasn’t sure if that was really how it worked, but she didn’t want to burst Rebecca’s bubble. “That’s a good plan, Becky,” Anna said softly, pulling her friend into a gentle hug. “You’re doing great.” Rebecca beamed up at her, the simple praise enough to make her day. Anna had been away for three years, throwing herself into work and life, the memories of her last visit to the regression school nursery and her friends there fading into the background. But now, it was time for her reclassification, and she found herself once again driving the familiar road back to the place where her friends had been left behind. She wondered how much had changed. How much had Rebecca and Olaf changed? How much had she changed? Arriving at Olaf's place first, Anna hesitated before knocking on the door. She had kept in touch with Olaf and his girlfriend, Lilly, over the years, but hearing stories and actually seeing the changes were two very different things. Taking a deep breath, she knocked, the sound echoing loudly in her ears. A moment later, the door opened, and there stood Lilly, a bright smile on her face. "Anna! It's so good to see you!" she greeted warmly, pulling Anna into a quick hug before stepping aside to let her in. "Olaf’s been looking forward to your visit." Anna stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the subtle yet significant changes in the apartment. The living room had transformed into what could only be described as a preschooler’s haven. Bright colors adorned the walls, and scattered toys filled the floor. A large playmat with a road map pattern lay in the center of the room, and in one corner stood a small table with coloring books and crayons. But what really caught Anna's attention was the large potty chart on the wall, covered in stickers—mostly clouds with only a few suns scattered here and there. It was clear that Olaf’s potty training had regressed significantly. The sparse suns stood out like sad little beacons amidst a sea of rain clouds. Lilly noticed where Anna’s gaze had fallen and chuckled softly. “He’s had a bit of a rough time with his potty training lately,” she explained, her tone both affectionate and slightly teasing. “But he’s doing his best, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Anna turned to see Olaf emerging from the hallway. The sight of him was both shocking and heartbreaking. He was wearing a pair of blue pull-ups, the childish design visible beneath his t-shirt. His once-confident demeanor was now replaced with a more subdued, almost shy, expression as he shuffled over to greet Anna. “Hi, Anna,” Olaf said softly, a pacifier hanging from a clip on his shirt. He didn’t seem to notice it as he absentmindedly popped it into his mouth after saying hello, sucking on it softly as he stood there, fidgeting slightly. “Hi, Olaf,” Anna replied, trying to keep her voice light and not show how surprised she was at how much he had changed. She could see the subtle influence Lilly had over him—his behavior, his clothes, even his posture all screamed little boy. “It’s good to see you again.” Olaf nodded, his cheeks flushing a little as he tugged on his t-shirt, which didn’t cover his pull-ups. “Yeah, it’s good to see you too. We’ve been having lots of fun, haven’t we, Mommy?” he added, looking up at Lilly with a small smile. Lilly beamed, reaching down to ruffle his hair affectionately. “We sure have, sweetie” “I’ll go get us something to drink,” Lilly announced suddenly, giving Olaf a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing into the kitchen. The moment she was out of earshot, Olaf’s demeanor changed. His shoulders slumped, and he let out a heavy sigh, pulling the pacifier from his mouth and dropping it onto the table with a soft clatter. He looked up at Anna with a mixture of shame and desperation in his eyes. “Anna,” he began quietly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Lilly wasn’t coming back yet. “I need to talk to you. I—Lilly—she signed me up for Unpotty Training III,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. Anna blinked in surprise. “Unpotty Training III? What’s that?” she asked, leaning in closer. Olaf sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “It’s not like the first two levels. Unpotty Training I and II were about getting you to have accidents, you know, just losing control sometimes. But this… this is different. It’s not about accidents anymore. It’s about not using the potty at all. They teach you how to… just let go whenever, wherever. No more control.” Anna’s eyes widened as she processed his words. “And you’re the only one in the class who’s not… fully regressed?” Olaf nodded, looking down at his pull-ups. “Yeah. It’s so embarrassing, Anna. All the other guys are in diapers, and here I am, still in pull-ups but being told I need to stop using the potty entirely. Lilly says it’s for my own good, that it’s part of accepting who I’m supposed to be, but… I don’t know. I want to grow back up, at least a little.” “And that’s not all,” Olaf interrupted, his voice tense with frustration. “She signed me up for pacifier dependence too. I can’t go anywhere without it now. If I don’t have it... I just get so anxious, Anna. I don’t know what to do.” Anna reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Olaf, why didn’t you tell her? Why didn’t you say anything?” “I tried,” he muttered, his eyes darting toward the kitchen again. “But she doesn’t listen. She thinks this is what’s best for me, but... I don’t want this. I want to grow back up, Anna. I don’t want to be stuck like this forever.” Before he could finish, Lilly’s cheerful voice cut through the air as she returned, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of coffee and a sippy cup filled with juice. Olaf quickly popped the pacifier back into his mouth, his frustration hidden behind the plastic shield. “Here we go!” Lilly said brightly, setting the tray down on the coffee table. “Two coffees for the grown-ups and a nice sippy cup of juice for my little man.” Olaf forced a smile, taking the sippy cup in his hands. “Thanks, Mommy,” he mumbled, his previous frustration buried under a veneer of obedience. Lilly beamed, clearly pleased with his response. “Oh, and Olaf, I don’t think we need to worry about you drinking from a cup anymore. Those days are long gone, aren’t they?” Anna watched as Olaf’s grip tightened on the sippy cup, his knuckles turning white. He didn’t respond, just brought the cup to his lips and began to drink, his eyes focused intently on the table. As they sipped their drinks, a faint hissing sound reached Anna’s ears. At first, she thought it might be coming from outside, but then she realized it was much closer—too close. Olaf was wetting himself. She glanced at his pull-ups, noticing the way the material was gradually swelling, the childish design fading as it absorbed the wetness. Olaf’s face remained calm, his eyes focused on the sippy cup in his hands as he continued to drink, completely unaware of what was happening. He looked so small, so helpless—more like a toddler than a preschooler. Lilly, who was casually sipping her coffee, noticed Anna’s concerned expression and followed her gaze to Olaf’s pull-ups. A knowing smile spread across her face. Lilly glanced at the clock on the wall, her eyes widening slightly as she realized the time. "Oh, look at the time," she said, her voice tinged with both excitement and a hint of urgency. "We need to get ready for the reclassification, Olaf." Olaf looked up from his coloring, his brow furrowing in mild confusion. "Already?" he asked, sounding a bit unsure. The thought of the reclassification had clearly been on his mind, but he hadn’t expected it to come so soon. Lilly nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "Yes, sweetie. We don't want to be late. Why don't you get up and stretch your legs before we head out?" Obediently, Olaf pushed himself up from the floor, his movements a bit clumsy as he shifted his weight. Then, with a soft sigh, she stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to gently pat the front of his pull-up. "Uh-oh, Olaf," Lilly said, her voice laced with gentle teasing as she placed her other hand on his padded bottom. "Looks like someone’s a bit soggy. Did you forget to tell Mommy you had an accident?" Olaf's cheeks flushed a deep red as he looked down at himself, his eyes widening in embarrassment. "N-No..." he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the dampness of his pull-up now that it had been pointed out. Anna couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him as she watched the scene unfold. She could see how much it bothered him to be caught off guard like this. Lilly gently guided Olaf over to the corner of the room where his potty chart hung on the wall. “Come on, sweetie,” Lilly said softly, her tone warm but firm. “Let’s put another cloud on your chart, okay?” Olaf’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he nodded, clearly embarrassed by the ritual. He hesitated for a moment, but under Lilly’s gentle guidance, he picked up the blue marker and drew another cloud in the appropriate square. The marker squeaked slightly against the chart, a sound that seemed to echo in the room, making Olaf cringe a little. “There we go,” Lilly said with a soft chuckle, ruffling Olaf’s hair affectionately. “Such a good boy.” As Olaf stood there, looking up at the chart with a mixture of embarrassment and resignation, Lilly couldn’t resist adding a bit of teasing to the situation. “You know, Olaf,” she began, her voice playful, “if you keep this up, maybe this will be your last pull-up. If you get reclassified as a toddler today, we will switch to diapers full-time. Wouldn’t that be something?” Olaf’s eyes widened in surprise and mild horror at the idea, but before he could protest, Anna, who had been quietly watching the interaction, decided to join in. “Or,” Anna chimed in, trying to help Olaf smile, “maybe this will be your last pull-up because you’ll be allowed to grow up, Olaf. Maybe they’ll finally let you wear big boy underwear again.” Olaf face showed a mix of confusion and hope, the idea of being allowed to grow up again clearly appealing to some part of him that still clung to his former sense of independence. But before he could latch onto that hope, Lilly gently shot it down with a playful smirk. “Oh, Anna, you know Olaf’s too incontinent to ever go back to normal underwear. Even if they let him grow up, it’ll probably still be in pull-ups,” she said with a lighthearted laugh. “I mean, we wouldn’t want him having too many big boy accidents, would we?” Olaf shifted again, this time more awkwardly, caught between the two women’s contrasting views of his future. Anna couldn’t help but smile at Lilly’s fierce defense of Olaf’s regression, though she knew better than to push the subject further. It was clear that Lilly had a vision for Olaf’s life that involved a lot more clouds on that chart, and perhaps even the inevitable transition to diapers full-time. "Well," Anna said with a light shrug, "we’ll just have to see what the reclassification decides, won’t we?" She winked at Olaf, who gave her a small, uncertain smile in return. Lilly gave Olaf’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Alright, let’s get you into a fresh pull-up before we head out, okay?” she said, her voice softening again. “We can’t have you going to your reclassification all soggy.” Olaf nodded quietly, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as Lilly guided him over to the changing area. She moved with practiced ease, quickly removing the damp pull-up and replacing it with a fresh one, giving Olaf a suppository for his nerves. The crinkling sound filled the room as she snugly fastened the sides, her hands gentle but efficient. “There we go,” Lilly murmured, smoothing out the front of his pull-up before giving him another reassuring smile. “All set. Now, you’ll be nice and comfy for the big day.” Once Olaf was dressed, the three of them made their way to the door. Anna, Lilly, and Olaf arrived at the reclassification center, the atmosphere tense with anticipation. The building, sleek and modern, loomed ahead, its polished glass reflecting the bright afternoon sun. The trio stepped inside, the cool air conditioning a stark contrast to the warmth outside. The reception area was quiet, a few others waiting with the same mix of nervousness and hope that hung around them. They were guided to a private room where the reclassification tests would take place. The room was simple, with a few chairs, a large table, and several machines designed to assess the various levels of maturity, competence, and independence. Olaf fidgeted nervously, clutching Lilly’s hand for comfort. Anna watched him with concern, noticing how little and anxious he seemed. This was a far cry from the Olaf she remembered from their school days. Beside him, Lilly exuded calm, her presence a constant reassurance for Olaf. Rebecca entered the room next, her demeanor noticeably different from the last time Anna had seen her. Today, she wasn’t in her usual thick diaper but in pull-ups. She hadn’t worn one in so long, and the idea of showing off her “potty training” skills made her feel like she was on top of the world. Even though she hadn’t sat on a toilet in five years, she still clung to the hope that this was her chance to prove she was ready for a little more maturity. Her eyes lit up when she saw Anna, and she ran over, her pull-up crinkling as she moved. “Anna!” Rebecca called, throwing her arms around her friend. “I’m so glad you’re here!” Anna hugged her tightly, a mix of relief and sadness washing over her. Rebecca looked so proud in her pull-up, but Anna knew this reclassification would determine her fate—whether she’d remain in pull-ups or be placed back into diapers. “You look great, Becky,” Anna said, smiling warmly. “How are you feeling?” Rebecca grinned, her excitement palpable. “I’m gonna be a big girl again, Anna. I just know it!” Olaf, on the other hand, was much quieter. His pull-up was already starting to feel damp against his skin. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his thumb creeping towards his mouth before he caught himself. Lilly, standing nearby, exchanged a knowing glance with Anna. The stakes were high for all of them, and while Rebecca’s enthusiasm was endearing, Anna couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at her. The reclassification tests were unpredictable, and the outcome was never guaranteed. Soon, the testers arrived, ushering each of them into separate assessment rooms. Anna felt a pang of anxiety as she watched Rebecca and Olaf disappear behind the doors. She and Lilly were led to their own rooms, where they were quickly and efficiently tested on their maturity, decision-making skills, and ability to handle adult responsibilities. The process was routine for them, and both women were confident in the outcome. After what felt like hours, Anna and Rebecca were finally reunited in the main room, where the results were to be announced. The atmosphere was thick with tension as the testers entered, carrying the documents that would determine their futures. The head tester, a stern-looking woman with a clipboard, began reading out the results. “Anna,” she said, looking up briefly before returning her gaze to the clipboard, “remains classified as an Adult.” Anna let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, relief flooding through her. “Rebecca,” the tester announced next, her tone neutral, “has been reclassified as a Preschooler.” Rebecca’s face lit up with a mixture of pride and relief. “I did it!” she whispered excitedly to Anna, practically bouncing in place. But as they celebrated, the evaluator’s expression turned more serious. “There’s just one issue,” she said, her tone somber. “Rebecca, since you’ve been reclassified as a preschooler, you’ll need to have a caregiver assigned to you. Unfortunately, the regression school nursery is only for toddlers, so if you can’t find a caregiver, you’ll have to stay classified as a toddler.” Rebecca’s joy faltered, her face falling as the weight of the situation settled in. “But… I don’t have a caregiver,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I don’t want to be a toddler again…” Anna’s heart ached as she saw the distress in Rebecca’s eyes. She couldn’t bear the thought of her friend being forced back into toddlerhood after all the progress she had made. And in that moment, the decision became clear. “I’ll be your caregiver, Becky,” Anna said softly, reaching out to take her hand. “You don’t have to go back to being a toddler. I’ll take care of you.” Rebecca’s eyes filled with tears, but this time they were tears of relief. “Really, Anna?” she asked, her voice wavering. “You’ll be my mommy?” Anna nodded, squeezing Rebecca’s hand gently. “Yes, Becky. I’ll be your mommy, and I’ll take care of you, just like you deserve.” Rebecca threw her arms around Anna, hugging her tightly as she buried her face in Anna’s shoulder. “Thank you, Anna,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you so much.” As they embraced, Lilly returned with Olaf. Lilly couldn’t contain her excitement as she led Olaf back towards Anna and Rebecca. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous joy, and she was practically glowing with pride as she looked down at Olaf, who was now waddling awkwardly beside her, his thick diaper forcing his legs apart. The word "Toddler" was emblazoned across the front of his diaper, a clear indication of his new classification. “Oh, Anna, you won’t believe it!” Lilly gushed, her voice brimming with excitement. “Olaf had a little messy accident during his test. It was so unexpected, they had no choice but to regress him further!” She let out a lighthearted laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Isn’t that just adorable? He’s officially a toddler now, and I have to say, he looks so cute in his thick diapers, don’t you think?” Anna looked at Olaf, her heart sinking as she saw the expression on his face. His eyes were wide and glistening with unshed tears, his bottom lip quivering as he processed Lilly’s words. The weight of the situation seemed to crush down on him all at once, and his thumb, which had been hovering near his mouth, found its way between his lips. But even the comfort of his thumb wasn’t enough to hold back the flood of emotions that had been building inside him. His eyes welled up, and within moments, the first tear slipped down his cheek, followed by another, and then another. Before anyone could react, Olaf began to sob, his small shoulders shaking with the force of his cries. “I-I don’t want to be a toddler!” Olaf wailed, his voice muffled around his thumb as he buried his face into Lilly’s side. The tears came faster now, streaming down his cheeks in a torrent of grief and frustration. “I-I’m not a baby… I’m not…” Anna, feeling her own heart ache at the sight of Olaf’s anguish, stepped closer, her hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder. “Olaf,” she said softly, trying to catch his tear-filled gaze. “It’s okay to be sad. It’s a big change, and it’s okay to feel upset about it.” But then, something clicked in her mind. She remembered Lilly had done something before the reclassification that she hadn’t paid much attention to at the time. Earlier that day, when they were getting ready to leave for the reclassification, Anna had seen Lilly give Olaf a suppository. Anna hadn’t thought much of it, assuming it was just something to calm his nerves. But now, as she watched Lilly’s calm demeanor in the face of Olaf’s accident, it all made sense. Anna’s eyes widened as the realization hit her. Of course. It was why Lilly hadn’t been worried about Olaf making it through the reclassification without an accident. She had planned this all along, ensuring that Olaf would be humiliated and further regressed. The suppository would have ensured that Olaf’s body would betray him, no matter how hard he tried to control it. She couldn’t stay silent any longer. What Lilly had done wasn’t just manipulative; it was cruel. "Lilly, what the hell were you thinking?" she snapped, her eyes blazing as she glared at her. "That suppository was not to calm Olaf down, was it?" Lilly paused, looking up at Anna with an expression of feigned innocence. "Anna, what are you talking about? I’m just taking care of Olaf, like any good mommy would." "Don’t play dumb with me!" Anna shot back, her voice rising. "You knew exactly what you were doing. You set him up to fail! You wanted him to mess himself right at the reclassification, didn’t you? So that he’d be more dependent on you, sure to be reclassified as a toddler." Olaf, who had been lying quietly, now looked up at Anna with wide, confused eyes. He hadn’t connected the dots, but now, hearing Anna’s words, a look of realization slowly dawned on his face. He turned to Lilly, searching her face for any hint of denial, but found none. Lilly’s expression hardened, the pretense of innocence slipping away. "And what if I did?" she said coolly, standing up and facing Anna with a defiant tilt of her chin. "Olaf needs someone to take care of him. He’s happier this way, aren’t you, Olaf?" Olaf didn’t answer, his face a mix of shame and uncertainty. He wanted to protest, to say that he didn’t need this, that he could manage on his own, but the truth was, a part of him was scared. Scared that without Lilly’s constant care, he would be lost. The dependency that had grown between them was undeniable, even if it wasn’t something he had chosen. Anna’s anger only grew at Lilly’s cold response. "You don’t get to make that decision for him, Lilly. You’ve been manipulating him, controlling him, and now you’re pushing him further and further into regression just so you can have control. It’s not about what’s best for Olaf; it’s about what you want!" Lilly’s eyes flashed with anger. "You have no idea what it’s like, Anna. He needs me. He can’t take care of himself—" "But he could try!" Anna interrupted, her voice filled with frustration. "He was doing fine before, and now he’s so dependent on you that he doesn’t even realize when he’s wetting himself. That’s not care, Lilly. That’s control." Lilly opened her mouth to retort, but Anna didn’t give her the chance. She turned to Olaf, her expression softening as she addressed him. "Olaf, listen to me. You don’t have to do this. You can still make your own choices. You can still try to be independent, to be more than what she’s trying to make you." Olaf looked between the two women, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt torn, confused, and overwhelmed. The reality of what had happened was sinking in, and he didn’t know how to process it. Part of him wanted to cling to the comfort that Lilly provided, but another part of him was angry—angry at himself for being so easily manipulated, and angry at Lilly for doing this to him. Lilly’s voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and cold. "Olaf, don’t listen to her. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t know what’s best for you like I do." Anna shook her head, tears of frustration and anger brimming in her eyes. "Olaf, please. You deserve better than this. You deserve the chance to be more than just… this." But before Olaf could respond, Lilly turned and marched toward the center’s entrance, pulling Olaf along with her. Anna followed, her heart pounding with a mix of determination and fear. When they reached the reclassification center, Anna didn’t hesitate. She stormed up to the front desk, demanding to speak to someone in charge. The receptionist, startled by her intensity, quickly made a call, and within minutes, Anna was ushered into an office where a stern-looking official sat, waiting. Anna didn’t waste any time. She laid out everything she had witnessed, her voice trembling with anger as she described how Lilly had manipulated Olaf, how she had purposely sabotaged him to ensure he would regress further. The official listened carefully, her expression grave as Anna recounted the details. When Anna finished, there was a long pause, the air thick with tension. Finally, the official spoke, her voice measured and calm. "This is a serious accusation, Anna. If what you’re saying is true, it goes against everything we stand for in this program. We aim to support individuals based on their needs, not to force them into a classification that isn’t right for them." Anna nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Olaf deserves the chance to be more than what Lilly’s trying to make him. He deserves the chance to choose his own path, not to be manipulated into one." Olaf was led into a small examination room, looking more anxious than ever. Lilly tried to maintain her calm demeanor, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. The officials began their examination of Olaf, asking him a series of questions while conducting some basic tests. It was clear that Olaf was uncomfortable, shifting nervously as he answered, his gaze flickering between the officials and Lilly, who stood nearby, her expression unreadable. One of the officials, a stern-looking woman with sharp eyes, took a sample from Olaf to test for any foreign substances. Lilly’s face paled slightly as she watched the process, but she kept her mouth shut, not daring to say anything. Anna, who had been waiting outside the room, was finally called in after what felt like an eternity. She walked in, her heart pounding in her chest, wondering what they had discovered. The lead official, the stern woman, looked up from the results, her expression grave. "Anna, we’ve completed our tests, and it appears that there were indeed traces of a substance in Olaf’s system—something that would have induced a bowel movement." Anna felt a mixture of vindication and anger surge through her. She glanced at Olaf, who looked bewildered and on the verge of tears, and then at Lilly, whose composure had finally cracked. There was fear in her eyes now, a fear that she had been caught. "Lilly," the official continued, turning her gaze to Olaf’s so-called caregiver, "do you have anything to say for yourself?" Lilly opened her mouth, but no words came out. She seemed to struggle for an excuse, for some way to explain away her actions, but she knew there was nothing she could say that would justify what she had done. Her silence was damning. Anna took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "This isn’t just about what happened today," she said, addressing the officials. "Lilly has been manipulating Olaf for a long time, keeping him dependent on her, making sure he doesn’t have the chance to grow up and live his life." The officials exchanged glances, clearly concerned by what they were hearing. The lead official nodded. "We take these kinds of accusations very seriously. We’ll need to conduct a full investigation into Lilly’s actions and her treatment of Olaf." Olaf, who had been quiet up until now, finally spoke up, his voice shaky. "I... I didn’t know. I thought Mommy was just helping me..." He looked at Lilly with wide, tear-filled eyes, confusion and betrayal written all over his face. Lilly’s eyes softened, and she stepped forward, trying to reach out to him, but the officials quickly intervened, keeping her at a distance. "Olaf," Anna said gently, stepping closer to him, "you didn’t do anything wrong. We’re going to make sure you’re taken care of, okay? No one’s going to hurt you." Olaf nodded slowly, but it was clear that he was struggling to process everything that was happening. His world was being turned upside down, and he didn’t know what to think or who to trust. The lead official turned back to Anna. "We’ll be taking Lilly into custody for further questioning. Olaf will be placed in temporary care while we complete our investigation. Thank you for bringing this to our attention, Anna." Olaf's eyes widened in panic as the officials began discussing his placement in temporary care. The very idea seemed to terrify him, and he instinctively reached out for Anna, his hands clutching at her arm with a desperate grip. "Anna, please," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I don’t want to go with strangers. I want to stay with you... and Becky. Please don’t let them take me away." Anna's heart broke at the fear in his voice. She knew how much Olaf had come to depend on Lilly, as manipulative as she had been, and the thought of being taken away from the only familiar person left in his life was clearly overwhelming for him. She turned to the lead official, her voice steady but firm. "Olaf doesn’t want to be placed in temporary care. If it’s alright, I would like to take care of him instead. He can stay with me and Becky. I know how to take care of him, and he’ll have someone familiar around." The official looked at Anna thoughtfully, then back at Olaf, who was still clinging to her. "You’re sure you can handle this, Anna? Taking care of someone in Olaf’s condition is a big responsibility." Anna nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "I’m sure. I’ve known Olaf for a long time, and I want to make sure he’s in a safe and loving environment. Becky’s at the regression school, and she’d be thrilled to have Olaf stay with us. She’s always wanted a sibling." The official considered her words carefully before finally nodding. "Alright, Anna. We’ll grant you temporary guardianship of Olaf, provided you meet the necessary requirements. We’ll conduct regular check-ins to ensure his well-being." A wave of relief washed over Olaf’s face as the official agreed. He squeezed Anna’s hand, his fear slowly subsiding. "Thank you, Anna," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Anna smiled down at him, brushing a stray tear from his cheek. "Of course, Olaf. You’re going to be okay. We’ll get through this together." The official began preparing the necessary paperwork, explaining the responsibilities and conditions of temporary guardianship. As she handed the documents to Anna, she also retrieved Olaf’s reclassification report. "Now, Olaf," the official began gently, "I understand you were hoping to be reclassified as a preschooler again. But after reviewing your test results and observing your behavior, we need to have an honest conversation." Olaf looked up, a flicker of hope still lingering in his eyes. "Yes, I... I tried really hard to stay a preschooler. I didn’t even... I mean, I tried not to have any accidents." The official’s expression softened as she continued, "You did your best, Olaf, and that’s something to be proud of. But the truth is, even if you had managed to keep your pull-up clean and dry, your overall regression has reached a point where we would have had to reclassify you to the toddler level." Olaf’s face fell, his hopes crumbling at the official’s words. He stared at the floor, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of his shirt. “So… I’m going to be in diapers again? Full-time?” The official nodded sympathetically. “Yes, Olaf. You’ll be placed in the toddler category, which means you’ll be wearing diapers full-time and receiving the care and supervision appropriate for that level. I know this might be disappointing, but it’s what’s best for you right now.” The official finished with the paperwork, handing the finalized documents to Anna. "We’ll keep in touch to monitor Olaf’s progress and ensure he’s adjusting well," she said kindly. "If you have any concerns or need assistance, don’t hesitate to reach out." Anna nodded, thanking the official for her help. She then guided Olaf out of the room, holding his hand as he waddled toward the car.

Tim stood in front of the mirror, examining his reflection. He wore a pair of snug, brightly colored boxers that seemed slightly out of place on his adult frame. His girlfriend, Amy, had been encouraging him to wear them, claiming they looked cute. He had shrugged and decided to give them a try a few weeks ago. "Come on, Timmy," Amy called from the bedroom, her tone playful. "Let's see how you look!" He stepped out, feeling a bit self-conscious. Amy's eyes lit up when she saw him. "Aw, don't you look adorable!" she cooed, walking over and giving his bottom a gentle pat. "They fit perfectly!" Tim blushed, not used to this kind of attention. Amy grinned and handed him a pair of Pull-Ups. "But I got you something even better," she said, her eyes twinkling. "These are even more comfy and fun." Tim hesitated but then seeing Amy’s smile "Okay, why not?" he said, slipping off the boxers and stepping into the Pull-Ups. The snug fit and the crinkling sound they made were odd but strangely comfortable. Amy clapped her hands, delighted. "You look so cute!" she exclaimed. "Now you don't have to worry about little accidents." Tim laughed, thinking she was just being playful. Little did he know, this was just the beginning. A few weeks had passed, and Tim had grown used to wearing Pull-Ups around the house. They were surprisingly comfortable, and Amy's constant praise made him feel good about himself. One lazy afternoon, Tim was lounging on the couch, watching TV. He felt a slight urge to pee but didn't feel like getting up. He thought, "Why not?" and let go, feeling the warmth spread through the Pull-Up. Amy walked in just as he finished. "Did my little Timmy have an accident?" she teased, her tone light but condescending. Tim blushed but nodded, expecting her to be annoyed. Instead, Amy smiled and hugged him. "That's good, sweetheart. That's what your Pull-Ups are for. Let's get you changed." She led him to the bedroom, where she had a fresh Pull-Up ready. Tim lay down, feeling a mix of embarrassment and comfort as Amy cleaned him up and put on the new Pull-Up. "There we go," she said, patting his padded bottom. "All better. See? No need to worry about anything." Tim stood in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. The Pull-Ups had become a regular part of his routine, even more so after he’d started having the occasional nighttime accident. It was just easier to wear them, he told himself, especially with how supportive Amy was. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed every time he woke up in a damp Pull-Up. One night, as they were getting ready for bed, Tim felt a familiar urge but was too sleepy to get up. He sighed, deciding it would be fine to just let go. The warm, spreading sensation was comforting in a strange way, and he drifted back to sleep without a second thought. Morning came, and as Tim stretched and yawned, he felt a wet, cold sensation around his hips. The Pull-Up had leaked. He sighed, a bit frustrated with himself as he looked down at the damp sheets. Amy came in just then, noticing the wet spot. “Oh, Timmy,” she said softly, her voice a mix of sympathy and something else—almost like she had been expecting this. “Looks like your Pull-Up wasn’t enough last night.” Tim blushed, feeling like a little kid who had wet the bed. Amy, ever the comforting partner, quickly reassured him. “It’s okay, sweetie. It happens. Let’s get you cleaned up.” That night, after dinner, Amy approached Tim with a different package in her hands. She pulled out a thick diaper, the crinkling sound unmistakable. Tim’s eyes widened slightly. “After last night, I think it’s time we try these,” Amy said, her tone gentle but firm. “These will keep you dry all night, and you won’t have to worry about leaks anymore.” Tim hesitated, glancing between the diaper and Amy’s reassuring smile. “I... I don’t know, Amy. Isn’t this a bit much?” Amy shook her head and patted the bed, encouraging him to lie down. “Not at all, Timmy. This is just for extra protection. You’ll sleep so much better knowing you’re completely safe from accidents.” Tim sighed and reluctantly agreed, lying back as Amy expertly taped the diaper around his waist. The difference in thickness was obvious, and Tim felt a bit more self-conscious as he stood up, the bulk between his legs making him waddle slightly. Amy smiled, giving him a kiss on his padded bum. “There you go, all set for bed. Doesn’t that feel better?” Tim nodded, though the crinkling sound that followed his every move was something he would need to get used to. As they snuggled into bed, Tim couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. Yet, as he drifted off to sleep, the thick diaper providing a strange sense of security, Tim found that he didn’t mind it as much as he thought he would. Maybe, just maybe, Amy was right—this was better and after all, he only had to wear them at night. Early morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the living room where Tim sat on the floor, deeply engrossed in his video game. The crinkle of his diaper was barely audible over the sound effects emanating from the screen. He was completely absorbed, his fingers deftly maneuvering the controller. Amy, still in her pajamas, walked in, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She paused, watching Tim for a moment, a fond smile tugging at her lips. Noticing the sag in his diaper, she approached and sat down beside him. “Morning, Timmy,” she said softly, her voice still thick with sleep. “Why didn’t you wake me for a diaper change? You look like you’ve been up for a while.” Tim glanced at her, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “I didn’t want to wake you, Mommy. You looked so peaceful sleeping, and I was just playing my game. I didn’t mind the diaper.” Amy reached over, gently squeezing his shoulder. “Sweetheart, you know I don’t mind getting up to take care of you. You shouldn’t have to sit in a soggy diaper just because I’m sleeping.” Tim looked down, fiddling with the controller. “I know, Amy. I just… I kind of forgot. It really doesn’t bother me.” Amy nodded, a smile dawning on her face. “Okay, sweetie. But remember, it’s no trouble for me. Let’s get you changed now, okay?” Tim found himself in another pressing situation as he strolled through the park with Amy. The sun was shining, birds chirping, and everything seemed perfect—except for the growing pressure in his stomach. They’d been out for a while, and the nearest bathroom was all the way across the park. Tim tried to ignore the urge, focusing instead on Amy's cheerful chatter, but each step made it harder to hold it in. “I think we should start heading back,” Tim suggested, trying to keep his voice steady. He could feel the sweat forming on his forehead as the urge grew more intense. Amy looked up at him, noticing his strained expression. “Are you okay, Timmy? You don’t look so good.” Tim bit his lip, trying not to panic. “I… I just really need to go to the bathroom.” Amy’s eyes softened with understanding. She glanced around the park, seeing how far they were from the nearest restroom. “Oh, sweetie,” she said gently, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “I don’t think we’re going to make it in time. You might want to just… let go.” Tim’s eyes widened in shock. “But… but I have to go poopies,” he stammered, his face flushing red. The idea of doing that in his Pull-Ups, out in public, was mortifying. Amy’s tone was soothing, but there was a hint of firmness in it. “Timmy, it’s okay. I’m here. You don’t need to worry about accidents.” Tim felt his resolve weakening. The pressure was becoming unbearable, and the bathroom was so far away. Despite his best efforts to hold on, his body betrayed him. A faint crinkling sound accompanied the warm, spreading sensation as his Pull-Ups filled up. Tim’s eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment, unable to believe what he’d just done. Amy noticed immediately and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a comforting hug. “Shhh, it’s okay, Timmy,” she whispered soothingly into his ear. “You did your best, but sometimes accidents happen. There’s no need to be embarrassed.” Tim leaned into her, his face buried in her shoulder. He felt a mix of shame and relief, the warmth in his Pull-Ups both uncomfortable and oddly reassuring. But this was different—worse, somehow—than just wetting himself at home. He had really tried to make it to the bathroom, but it was like his body just couldn’t hold on anymore. Tim looked down, his thoughts swirling. He remembered how comforting the thick diapers had felt at night, how they made him feel safe and secure. He mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “ I don’t know. Maybe this is a sign that I should be wearing… you know… a diaper.” Amy’s eyes lit up with surprise and excitement. She had been slowly guiding Tim to this point, but she hadn’t expected him to suggest it himself. “Oh, sweetie,” she said softly, her voice full of warmth. Tim blushed as Amy carefully removed his messy Pull-Up and wiped him clean with gentle care. The crinkling of the fresh diaper as she unfolded it sent a shiver down his spine, the thickness much more noticeable than the Pull-Ups he’d been wearing. Amy expertly taped the diaper snugly around his waist, her hands moving with practiced ease. Tim felt a strange mix of emotions—embarrassment, yes, but also a deep sense of relief. The thick padding between his legs felt familiar and comforting, like a protective barrier against the world. Amy helped him sit up, patting his padded bottom affectionately. “There you go, all snug and safe,” she said with a smile. “How does that feel?” Tim shifted slightly, feeling the bulk of the diaper as he moved. It was a little awkward at first, but as he settled back into the car seat, he couldn’t deny the comfort it provided. “It… it feels better,” he admitted softly, his cheeks still tinged pink. Amy beamed and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before buckling him back into the seat. “I’m so glad to hear that, Timmy,” she said, her voice full of warmth. “Now you don’t have to worry about anything. Just relax and enjoy the ride home.” As they drove, Tim found himself sinking into the comfort of the thick diaper. He stared out the window, watching the world pass by, when he suddenly felt a all to familiar warmth spreading between his legs. He blinked in surprise, realizing that he hadn’t even noticed the urge this time. The diaper absorbed everything effortlessly, and Tim felt a strange sense of freedom knowing he didn’t have to worry about holding it anymore. Amy glanced over at him, noticing the slight blush on his cheeks. She reached over and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” she asked softly. Tim nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah… it does,” he admitted, his voice full of contentment. Amy smiled back, her heart swelling with pride and affection. “I’m so proud of you, Timmy. You’re doing great.” Amy watched from the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips. She had seen how much Tim had changed over the past few months. The little hesitations, the self-consciousness—those had all but disappeared. In their place was a relaxed, carefree version of Tim, content and happy in his padded state. "Timmy," Amy called softly, walking over to him. "How's my little boy doing?" Tim looked up, his eyes lighting up as he saw her. "Hi, Mommy!" he chirped, his voice carrying a hint of childish excitement. He gestured proudly to his legos. "Look, I made a farm!" Amy knelt beside him, admiring his work. "Wow, that's amazing, sweetie! You're so good at building." Tim beamed at the praise, clapping his hands together in delight. Amy ruffled his hair affectionately, then glanced down at his diaper. She noticed the slight sag in the front and the way the material was puffier than before. "Timmy, did you use your diaper?" she asked gently, already knowing the answer. Tim blinked, as if just realizing what she'd said. He shifted slightly, feeling the warm, squishy sensation around his bottom. A small giggle escaped him as he nodded. "Uh-huh, but I didn’t notice. I was too busy playing." Amy smiled and gave his soggy diaper a soft pat. "That’s okay, sweetie. That’s what your diaper is for, remember? To keep you comfy and dry while you play." Tim nodded, his attention already drifting back to his toys. Wet diapers had become such a regular part of his life that he didn’t even think twice about them. In fact, it had been days—maybe even weeks—since he last used the toilet. The diapers were just... easier. They let him stay in his little world, where everything was soft, simple, and fun. Timmy sat on the plush carpet in the corner of the living room, surrounded by a colorful assortment of blocks and stuffed animals. He was humming a little tune to himself, entirely absorbed in stacking the blocks as high as they would go. His diaper, thick and crinkly, peeked out from beneath the pastel-colored onesie Amy had dressed him in that morning. The soft fabric was adorned with cartoon animals, and the snaps at the crotch made it easy for Amy to change him whenever needed—a task that had become a routine part of their day. Amy sat on the couch with two other women, their conversation drifting between sips of tea. They spoke in low voices, occasionally glancing over at Timmy with fond smiles. He was blissfully unaware of the discussion, his focus solely on the wobbly tower he was building. "And he’s like this all the time now?" one of the women, Karen, asked, her eyes wide with curiosity as she watched Timmy giggle to himself. Amy nodded, a proud smile on her lips. "Yes, he is. It took some time, but once he got used to the Pull-Ups, things just… progressed naturally. He didn’t even notice when he stopped going to the toilet. Now, he’s just my sweet little baby boy." The other woman, Laura, leaned in closer, her voice full of intrigue. "How did you do it? My husband would never agree to something like this." Amy chuckled softly, glancing over at Timmy, who was now babbling happily to his stuffed bear. "It’s all about patience," she explained. "I started with the Pull-Ups, telling him they were just for convenience. At first, it was just around the house. Then, little by little, I encouraged him to use them. Made it sound like it was no big deal. He was hesitant at first, but I kept reassuring him, praising him every time he did. It wasn’t long before he started using them without thinking." Karen watched Timmy with a mix of amazement and amusement. "And now he’s just… like this?" Amy nodded, her smile widening. "He’s completely regressed. Doesn’t even notice when he wets himself anymore. It’s all second nature to him now. He’s happy, carefree, and he loves all the attention. Plus, he calls me Mommy now—it’s the sweetest thing." Timmy, oblivious to the conversation, gave his block tower a final pat, then turned to his stuffed bear. "Look, Teddy!" he said in a high-pitched, sing-song voice, "I did it! Big tower!" He clapped his hands, giggling as the tower wobbled precariously. The women exchanged knowing glances, each lost in their own thoughts about how this might work in their own relationships. Laura, who had been taking mental notes, leaned forward, her voice curious. "But doesn’t he… resist at all? I mean, he used to be an adult." Amy shook her head, her expression calm and confident. "Not anymore. Once he started to rely on the diapers, he just let go of all those adult worries. Now, he’s happiest when he’s like this—no responsibilities, no stress. Just my little Timmy, playing all day." Karen couldn’t help but smile as she watched Timmy shake his plush bear in excitement, his diaper crinkling loudly with every movement. "He’s adorable," she said softly, her tone almost envious. "And he really doesn’t care anymore, does he?" Amy’s eyes twinkled with pride. "No, he doesn’t. He’s fully embraced being my little one. And honestly, I think it’s better for him. He’s more relaxed, more content. And I get to take care of him, just like I’ve always wanted." Timmy suddenly crawled over to Amy, tugging gently at her skirt to get her attention. “Mommy,” he lisped, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. “Look what Teddy did! Teddy made a big tower!” Amy beamed down at him, reaching out to pat his head affectionately. “That’s wonderful, sweetie! You and Teddy are so clever.” Timmy giggled, clapping his hands in delight before toddling back to his play area, his soggy diaper sagging heavily between his legs. Laura noticed Amy’s gaze and followed it to Timmy’s soggy bum. "Does he need a change?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity. Amy nodded, but there was no rush in her movements. "He does, but there’s no need to hurry. He’s perfectly comfortable, and it’s not like he notices anyway." Karen chuckled softly. "You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?" Amy shrugged modestly, though her smile was full of pride. "It’s just about knowing what he needs. And right now, he needs this—his diaper, his toys, his Mommy. That’s all that matters."

Chapter 5 Excitement bubbled in Sophie as she grabbed Tim's hand, pulling him towards the playrooms. "Come on, Timmy! Let's build a castle with the blocks!" she chirped, her enthusiasm contagious. Tim followed her, his steps a bit more careful now. The wet diaper between his legs felt thicker than before, creating a gentle bulk that made him waddle slightly. He was surprised by how it didn't feel moist at all. The diaper's absorbency was impressive, and it caused him to smile, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Let's start with the base," Sophie said, pulling out a large block and setting it on the floor. Tim crouched down next to her, his diaper crinkling softly with the movement. He couldn't help but notice how the thickness between his legs actually felt kind of nice. Together, they began to stack the blocks, creating the foundation of their castle. Tim's initial self-consciousness faded as he got absorbed in the activity. The blocks clicked together satisfyingly, and he found himself smiling more and more as their creation took shape. Sophie was a whirlwind of energy, darting back and forth to fetch more blocks, her pigtails bouncing with each step. "We're gonna need towers! Castles always have towers!" she declared, placing a tall block at one corner of the base. Tim nodded, adding another block to the structure. "And we need a moat! A castle isn't complete without a moat." Sophie's eyes lit up. "Good idea! We can use the blue blocks for the water." She rummaged through the bin, pulling out several blue blocks and arranging them around their castle. Sophie and Tim continued building their castle, engrossed in their imaginative play. They added towers, a moat, and even a tiny garden made from green blocks. Time flew by, and their castle grew more elaborate with every passing minute. Tim and Sophie continued their playtime, meticulously designing the castle. The walls grew taller, and the towers reached impressive heights. Blue blocks formed the moat, encircling their grand structure. Laughter and excitement filled the room as they worked together, their imaginations running wild. "Look! A drawbridge!" Sophie exclaimed, placing a flat piece of wood across the moat. "Now we can let the knights in!" Tim nodded enthusiastically, adding more blocks to fortify the walls. "We need a flag too," he suggested, grabbing a small stick and a piece of cloth to fashion a makeshift flag, which he proudly placed on top of the tallest tower. Just then, Miss Emma entered the playroom, carrying Tim's stuffed bear, Mr. Snuggles, and a white bunny, Tuffy. Sophie's eyes widened with delight at the sight of the bunny. She jumped up, her dress lifting slightly, revealing the soggy diaper underneath. "Bunny!" she exclaimed, running towards Miss Emma. Miss Emma smiled warmly, holding the bunny out to Sophie, who hugged it tightly. "Here you go, sweetheart. And Timmy, here's Mr. Snuggles for you." Tim, still sitting on the floor, looked up at Miss Emma as she handed him his beloved stuffed bear. "Thank you, Miss Emma," he said, a warm feeling spreading through him as he hugged Mr. Snuggles. Miss Emma knelt down to their level, her gentle eyes twinkling with kindness. "Why don't you both play with your stuffies in the castle? They can be the king and queen!" Sophie giggled, her excitement renewed. "Yes! Tuffy can be the queen, and Mr. Snuggles can be the king!" She placed Tuffy inside the castle walls, adjusting the blocks to create a royal chamber. Tim smiled, placing Mr. Snuggles next to Tuffy. "Mr. Snuggles is very brave. He'll protect the castle from any dragons!" Sophie nodded, her eyes sparkling with imagination. "And Tuffy is very wise. She'll make sure everyone in the kingdom is happy." Miss Emma watched them with a satisfied smile. "You two are doing a wonderful job. Keep up the good work, my little builders." As Tim and Sophie continued to play, they added more details to their castle. Tim used small pieces of fabric to make beds for the king and queen, while Sophie arranged tiny toy figures as the castle's inhabitants. Their world expanded with each addition, their creativity boundless. Suddenly, Sophie looked up at Tim, her face serious. "Do you think the castle is strong enough to keep out the bad guys?" Tim thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I think it is. And even if they try to get in, Mr. Snuggles and Tuffy will protect everyone." Sophie grinned, her worries melting away. "You're right, Timmy. Our castle is the best." Miss Emma clapped her hands softly. "Alright, my little ones, it's almost nap time for Sophie. Let's clean up a bit before we head to the ap room." Tim and Sophie exchanged a glance, then began to carefully disassemble their castle. They placed the blocks back in the bin, making sure everything was tidy. Once the playroom was clean, Sophie looked up at Miss Emma, a pout forming on her lips. "Miss Emma, why does Timmy not have to take a nap?" Miss Emma smiled gently, kneeling down to Sophie's level. "Well, Sophie, when Timmy signed up for daycare, he chose not to have nap time. Some littles like him don’t need naps anymore." Sophie looked puzzled. "But why? Naps are good for you." Miss Emma nodded. "That's true, sweetie. Naps can be very good for you. But some littles, like Timmy, are used to staying awake longer. And your Daddy made sure you have a nap every day because he knows it's good for you." Sophie sighed, her pout deepening. "I guess so. But I wish Timmy could nap with me." Miss Emma smiled warmly. "I know, Sophie. But remember, after your nap, you'll have plenty of time to play together again.” Sophie brightened at the thought. "Okay, Miss Emma. I'll try to sleep fast so I can play more with Timmy." Miss Emma gave her a gentle pat on the head. "That's the spirit, Sophie. Now, let's get you ready for nap time." As Miss Emma led Sophie to the nap room, Tim waved at her. "See you soon, Sophie!" Sophie waved back, clutching Tuffy tightly. "See you after my nap, Timmy!"

Chapter 4 As Tim finished his meal, a familiar sensation built up inside him. He felt the need to pee, a need that he had been ignoring while engrossed in his conversation with Sophie. Now, with his plate empty and his sippy cup half-finished, he decided to try and wet himself. After all, he was at daycare and wearing diapers. He closed his eyes, trying to relax and let nature take its course. But it wasn't as easy as he thought. Despite being in diapers, the ingrained habit of holding it in was hard to overcome. He shifted in his seat, focusing on the comforting feeling of his diaper, trying to encourage his body to release. Sophie noticed his fidgeting and leaned over, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You okay, Tim?" Tim blushed, nodding slightly. "Yeah, just... trying to relax," he said, hoping she would understand without needing more explanation. He tried to think about the beach, the sound of waves crashing, and the warmth of the sun. Slowly, he felt his body begin to relax. After a few moments of concentrating, he felt a trickle start, then quickly turn into a steady stream as the floodgates opened. A warm sensation spread through his diaper, accompanied by a faint hissing sound. The feeling of relief washed over him, and he couldn't help but smile. Tim opened his eyes and looked around. No one seemed to notice or care about what had just happened. Sophie was busy chatting with another little, her pigtails bobbing as she laughed. "See? That wasn't so hard," Tim thought to himself, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "All done, Timmy?" Miss Emma asked as she returned to their table, a warm smile playing on her lips. Timmy was startled by Miss Emma's question. Did she notice he wet himself? His face turned bright red, his mind racing with embarrassment. He shifted nervously in his seat, his heart pounding. But then, he saw Miss Emma was reaching for his plate and sippy cup, her warm smile still in place. "Did you enjoy your lunch, Timmy?" she asked, her tone gentle and kind. Tim let out a small sigh of relief, realizing she was talking about the food. "Oh, yes, Miss Emma. Thank you," he said, his voice still a bit shaky from the sudden rush of emotions. Sophie chimed in, her cheerful voice breaking the tension. "Thanks for the food, Miss Emma! The pancakes were super yummy!" Miss Emma's smile widened as she collected Sophie's plate as well. "I'm glad you both enjoyed it. “ Miss Emma nonchalantly lifted Sophie’s school girl dress to reveal a diaper underneath. Tim watched in amazement as Miss Emma squeezed the front of Sophie’s diaper and then inserted a finger to check the dampness. "Hmm," Miss Emma said with a practiced eye, "you're a bit wet, Sophie, but not in need of a change just yet." Sophie nodded, unbothered by the inspection. "Okay, Miss Emma!" she chirped, pulling her dress back down as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Tim's eyes widened in astonishment. Seeing someone roughly his age being checked like it was nothing fascinated him. The casualness of the act made it seem so normal in this setting. He felt a mix of emotions—half fearful that it might be his turn next, but also a strange excitement at the thought. Much to Tim's relief, Miss Emma moved on to another little. Without any hesitation, she pulled down the little boy's pants, revealing soggy pull-ups to the whole room. She shook her head and laughed softly. "Louis, what am I going to do with you?" she said with a gentle smile. Louis looked a bit sheepish and embarrassed as Miss Emma pulled his pants back up. "Let's get you into a fresh pull-up, okay?" She led Louis to a changing table, her demeanor calm and reassuring. Tim watched, his curiosity piqued. This place really was different—there was no judgment, only care and understanding. Sophie turned and whispered to Tim, "That's Louis. He's also in preschool, but he's not very good with potty training. I think I've never seen him sit on a potty... not even once." Tim chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Well, you’re in a soggy diaper right now," he teased back. Sophie stuck her tongue out at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "That’s different, Timmy. Diapers are meant to be filled!" She crossed her arms, a mock-serious expression on her face, but it quickly dissolved into a giggle. Miss Emma returned without Louis, her hands now free as she walked back toward Tim and Sophie. Tim's curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, "Where's Louis?" Miss Emma smiled warmly. "I brought him to the changing line. He'll wait there until a spot on the changing table opens up." Tim looked puzzled, trying to understand what she meant. Sophie noticed the confusion on his face and leaned in to explain. "If you need a change, you can go to the changing line. It's where littles wait until it's their turn to get changed. Sometimes it gets busy, so we have to wait a bit." Tim nodded, understanding a bit better now. He imagined a line of littles, each with a full diaper, waiting their turn to be changed. "So, if I needed a change, I should go there too?" Tim asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. Miss Emma nodded, her expression kind. "That's right, Timmy. Whenever you feel the need for a change, just let me know, and I'll bring you to the changing line.”

Chapter 3 Miss Emma smiled warmly at Tim before heading off to fetch his lunch. "I'll be right back with your food, Timmy. You get to know your new friends." Tim watched her leave, feeling a bit nervous but also excited about talking to Sophie. He turned back to her, and she was still smiling brightly at him. "So, Tim," Sophie began, swinging her legs under the table. "Is this your first time here?" "Yeah, it is," Tim admitted, feeling the warmth of her friendliness. "I just got here today." "Wow! That's so cool!" Sophie exclaimed. "I'm here every day while my daddy is at work." Tim was taken aback by her casual mention of being at the daycare daily. "Really? Every day? What does your daddy do for work?" Sophie's face scrunched up in confusion, her pigtails bobbing as she tilted her head. "Work? Um... he does... grown-up stuff. I'm not really sure." Tim chuckled at her innocent answer. "Oh, okay. What did you do before coming here every day?" Sophie brightened up, clearly understanding this question. "When I was a big kid, I worked as a barista at a coffee shop. But then my daddy rescued me from that, and now I get to be a little girl all the time!" Tim was intrigued. "Rescued you?" "Yeah!" Sophie said with a big smile. "I don't have to pretend to be a boy or worry about adult stuff anymore. It's so much more fun being a little princess!" Tim nodded, understanding a bit more about Sophie's life. "I go to college," he said, thinking about his own responsibilities. Sophie's eyes widened in surprise. "College? What's that?" "It's, um, a place where big kids go to learn like a school," Tim explained, realizing how complicated it sounded. Sophie looked Tim up and down, her eyes lingering on his shortalls and the slight bulge of his diaper. She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "You don't look like you're big enough to go to school," she said with a mischievous grin. Tim blushed deeply, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "I-I am, really," he stammered. "It's just that... well, I needed a break from being big." Sophie giggled again, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Well, you sure don't look anything like a big boy now. But that's okay! Being little is way more fun." Tim couldn't help but smile at her playful teasing. "Yeah, it is," he admitted, relaxing a bit more. Miss Emma returned with a tray in each hand, her smile warm and reassuring. She set Tim's tray in front of him first, revealing a plate of pancakes already cut up into bite-sized pieces and a very blunt fork. The syrup was drizzled in a smiley face, adding a touch of whimsy. "Here you go, Timmy," Miss Emma said gently, patting his head. "Enjoy your lunch." She then placed Sophie's tray in front of her. Sophie's pancakes were whole, accompanied by a regular knife and fork. Miss Emma glanced back at Tim. "I'll be right over there if you need anything," she said, pointing to a highchair where a little was already fussing for her attention. She left them to take care of the other little, who was eagerly waiting for her feeding. Tim picked up his fork, feeling a bit self-conscious about his meal being pre-cut. Sophie, on the other hand, seemed unfazed as she started cutting her pancakes with practiced ease. "These pancakes are the best," Sophie said between bites. Tim took a bite of his pancakes and had to agree—they were delicious. "Yeah, they are really good." Sophie looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. "So, Tim, what do you like to do for fun? When you are not pretending to be a big boy at school " Tim blushed again at Sophie’s playful teasing, but he couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I like reading, playing video games, and sometimes writing,” he said, taking another bite of his pancakes. “I’m studying journalism in college, so I do a lot of writing.” Sophie’s eyes widened with interest. “Journalism? What’s that?” “It’s about telling stories and reporting on things that happen in the world,” Tim explained, trying to make it simple. “Like writing news articles or making videos about important events.” Sophie scrunched up her nose in thought as she pondered what Tim had said. “Important things, huh? Like when Tykables changed how their unicorn diaper looks?” Tim chuckled, finding her enthusiasm for such a seemingly small change endearing. “Yeah, I guess that’s important in its own way. Do you wear Tykables?” he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. Sophie nodded, grinning. “Sometimes! They’re really cute. But I wear pull-ups during the day too, especially when I’m running around and playing a lot. Daddy says it’s good to have both options.” Tim smiled, appreciating Sophie’s openness. “That makes sense. It’s nice to have choices.” “Do you always wear diapers, Timmy?” Sophie asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. Tim hesitated, feeling a bit shy about discussing it. “Well, I decided to wear them for my stay here. It helps me feel more like a little and less like a big kid who has to worry about everything.” Sophie giggled, giving him an understanding look. “I get it. Sometimes it’s nice to just be taken care of and not worry about making it to the potty.” Miss Emma returned to check on them, carrying a sippy cup of milk for Tim and a regular cup for Sophie. She placed the sippy cup in front of Tim, making him blush again. “Here you go, Timmy. I thought you might like some milk with your pancakes.” “Thanks, Miss Emma,” Tim said, accepting the sippy cup. He took a sip, feeling oddly comforted. Sophie grinned at him, while grabbing her cup with both hands. “Don’t worry, Tim. You’ll get used to it.” Tim nodded, feeling grateful for Sophie’s kindness. “Yeah, I guess I will.”

Tim's heart fluttered with anticipation as he stuffed clothes into his worn-out suitcase. The zippers strained against the fabric, mirroring the tension he had felt during the last few months. College courses had been demanding, and the internship as a social media advisor had piled on more stress than he could handle. But now, spring break was here—a well-deserved escape from the chaos. The sun cast a warm, golden glow through the window, highlighting the scattered textbooks and notes that had taken over his desk. He could still hear the faint echo of late-night cramming sessions for his journalism classes and the relentless ticking of deadlines. But today was different. Today, the only ticking he would listen to was the countdown to freedom. As he folded his favorite hoodie, the smell of detergent and a hint of his cologne wafted up, comforting him. Tim had other plans than most of his college friends, who were out drinking at some frat party or chilling on a beach somewhere warm. Tim would spend his spring break attending a special daycare for littles, where he could embrace his little side—a side he normally hid from the world. He carefully placed his stuffed animal, a worn but beloved teddy bear named Mr. Snuggles, into the suitcase. The soft, familiar fur brushed against his fingers, and he felt a wave of comfort wash over him. The daycare was a sanctuary where he didn't have to pretend, where he could let go of the pressures of adulthood and be his true self. He zipped up his suitcase, the sound a final seal on his preparations. Stepping outside, Tim felt the cool breeze ruffle his hair. The drive to the daycare wasn't far, but it felt like a journey to another world. The streets were quieter now, the usual buzz of student life subdued as many had left for their own adventures. Tim's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness, each mile bringing him closer to the haven where he could truly unwind. Tim arrived at the daycare, an unassuming building that nobody would suspect of housing such a special place inside. He parked his car and sat there for a moment, gathering his courage. Before exiting the vehicle, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, imagining the little word he was about to step into. The anticipation was almost overwhelming, but he knew that this was exactly what he needed. Finally, he opened his eyes, grabbed his suitcase, and stepped out of the car, ready to embrace the sanctuary awaiting him. Tim entered the daycare, finding a reception area that could have easily been mistaken for a doctor’s office. The walls were painted a soothing pastel color, and soft music played in the background. The receptionist, a friendly woman with a warm smile, greeted him as he approached the desk. "Welcome, Tim! We're so glad you made it," she said, her eyes sparkling with genuine kindness. "Let's go over the details of your stay." She pulled up his information on the computer, quickly reviewing the questionnaire Tim had filled out online. "So, you'll be with us for four days, including sleeping over each night. Your name is Timothy, and you're 22 years old." Tim nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as she continued. "You were very lucky to get a bedroom all to yourself. Those are hard to come by during spring break," she added, making Tim feel fortunate and relieved. "And I see that you've already paid in advance. That's great!" She then glanced at him, a hint of playfulness in her eyes. "Now, let's go over a few more personal details, shall we?" Tim's heart pounded in his chest. He knew what was coming next. "I see here that you've chosen to wear and exclusively use diapers for your whole stay," she said, her tone encouraging. "Good boy," she added, causing Tim to blush deeply. The praise made him feel a strange mix of pride and embarrassment. "You've opted not to have your diaper checked regularly," she continued, her voice gentle. "But remember, at any time during your stay, if you feel comfortable, you can always opt in to diaper checks. It can make the experience more immersive." Tim nodded, grateful for her understanding and the flexibility offered. "And lastly," she said, glancing at the screen, "you've chosen not to have a set bedtime or mealtime assistance. That's perfectly fine. We want you to feel as comfortable and relaxed as possible." Tim appreciated the balance of structure and freedom. He felt a sense of relief knowing that he could control certain aspects of his stay while still embracing his little side. "All set?" the receptionist asked, her smile reassuring. "Yes, thank you," Tim replied, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Wonderful! Miss Emma will be here shortly to show you to your room. Welcome to Little Haven, Tim. We hope you have a magical stay." While they waited for Miss Emma to arrive, the receptionist placed a metal bracelet on Tim's wrist, explaining: "Here you go, Tim. This will get you into your room and any other areas you need access to.” Tim nodded, fidgeting with the bracelet. Finally, Miss Emma arrived, apologizing for being late. "During spring break, it's always full, and I had to help a seasonal worker who is just assisting during this busy time," she explained, her tone cheerful despite the delay. Leading Tim through a hallway, she chatted about the daycare's activities and amenities, making him feel at ease. As they reached his room, Miss Emma gestured for Tim to open the door with his bracelet. Inside, Tim found a bed with Bluey bedsheets, clearly sized just for him. He couldn't help but feel a bit bashful, which Miss Emma clearly enjoyed as she teased him playfully. "Oh, look at that blush! You're just too adorable," she chuckled, causing Tim to blush even deeper. She then explained where everything was, from the shower to the closet. The toilet has a lock similar to that of the room, and it can be activated by the bracelet, but of course, not with Tim's bracelet," Miss Emma explained with glee. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she delivered the information, leaving Tim blushing and squirming. "Now, Tim, it's time for you to wear a diaper before there are any puddles," she said, her tone light but commanding, making Tim's cheeks flush a deeper shade of red. He felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement wash over him. "Can you undress yourself, sweetie?" she asked, her voice gentle but expectant. "Y-yes, I can," Tim replied meekly, his voice barely above a whisper. He hesitated for a moment, feeling Miss Emma's expectant gaze on him, before finally starting to undress. His hands trembled slightly as he removed his shirt, exposing his lean torso, and then he awkwardly kicked off his shoes before sliding out of his jeans. He stood there in just his underwear, feeling vulnerable and exposed. "Good boy," Miss Emma praised, her voice laced with amusement. "Now, let's get you into your first diaper." She guided him to lie down on the bed with the Bluey bedsheets, the childish pattern adding to his feeling of regression. Miss Emma pulled out a thick, pastel-colored diaper adorned with cute baby animal prints from a nearby drawer. The crinkling sound of the diaper filled the room as she unfolded it, and Tim felt a wave of nervous anticipation. "Lift your hips for me, Tim," Miss Emma instructed, her tone sweet yet authoritative. Tim complied, lifting his hips off the bed, and she slid the diaper underneath him. The soft, cushy material felt strange against his skin, a stark contrast to his usual underwear. Miss Emma gently lowered his hips back down onto the diaper, positioning it perfectly. "This might feel a little different at first, but you'll get used to it," she teased, her hands deftly pulling the front of the diaper up between his legs. Tim's heart raced as she smoothed out the material, her touch both clinical and nurturing. Miss Emma secured the diaper snugly around his waist, fastening the tapes on each side with practiced precision. The diaper crinkled loudly with each movement, reminding Tim of his new reality. The thick padding forced his legs apart slightly, and he could feel the soft, absorbent material enveloping him, creating a cocoon-like sensation. "There we go, all snug and secure," Miss Emma cooed, giving the front of the diaper a gentle pat. "How does that feel, Tim?" "It's... different," Tim admitted, his voice tinged with embarrassment. The diaper felt bulky and foreign, but there was also a strange comfort in the softness and security it provided. "Well, you look absolutely adorable," Miss Emma teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think you'll make a perfect little one here at Little Haven." Chapter 2 Having put Tim into his first real diaper, Miss Emma gave him a gentle pat on the head. "I'll leave you to relax and unpack your things, sweetheart," she said with a warm smile. "Take your time and make yourself comfortable. If you need anything, just call for me." "Thank you, Miss Emma," Tim replied, still feeling a bit bashful. He watched as she left the room, closing the door softly behind her. Tim took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. He opened his suitcase and pulled out his beloved stuffed animal, Mr. Snuggles. The familiar, comforting presence of his teddy bear made him smile. He placed Mr. Snuggles on the bed and started organizing his belongings, carefully hanging up his clothes in the closet and arranging his toiletries on the small dresser. Once everything was in its place, Tim turned his attention back to the bed. The Bluey bedsheets looked inviting, and he couldn't resist the urge to cuddle with Mr. Snuggles for a moment. He lay down on the bed, hugging Mr. Snugglesl tightly, the soft padding of his diaper crinkling as he moved. The sensation was new and a little strange, but also oddly comforting. As he lay there, Tim felt the weight of the past few months start to lift off his shoulders. The stress from his college courses, the pressure from his internship, and the constant need to keep up appearances all seemed to melt away. The soft, secure feeling of the diaper combined with the comforting presence of Mr. Snuggles created a sense of peace and safety he hadn't felt in a long time. His eyelids grew heavy, and he yawned, snuggling deeper into the bed. The gentle rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of the room made it impossible to stay awake. Within moments, Tim drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and secure in his little sanctuary. Tim was startled awake by repeated knocks on his door. He sat up quickly, feeling the thick diaper between his legs crinkle as he moved. As he looked down, he couldn't help but smile at the cute animal designs on the diaper. But then, realization struck—he hadn't put on any pants, and somebody was at the door. Blushing deeply, he got up with a sheepish smile and shuffled to the door, opening it slowly. Miss Emma stood there with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, hello there, sleepyhead," she said playfully. "It's time for lunch. I was beginning to think you were going to sleep the whole day away!" Tim rubbed his eyes, still feeling groggy. "Sorry, Miss Emma," he mumbled, embarrassed. His face turned an even deeper shade of red as he remembered he was only in his diaper and t-shirt. "Looks like someone forgot to finish getting dressed," Miss Emma teased gently, her tone light and teasing. "Maybe Timmy needs help getting ready for lunch?" Tim's face burned all the way up to his ears. "I-I can do it myself," he stammered, but Miss Emma was already stepping into the room, clearly not convinced. "Let's get you into something more appropriate, shall we?" she said, her voice soothing. She walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair of shortalls—a soft, denim-like material with snaps at the crotch, perfect for a little. Tim stood there, feeling vulnerable but also comforted by Miss Emma's nurturing presence. She helped him step into the shortalls, guiding his legs through the openings and pulling them up over his diaper. The snug fit of the shortalls made the thickness of his diaper even more noticeable, and Tim couldn't help but blush again. "There we go," Miss Emma said, fastening the snaps at his shoulders. "All set. You look adorable, Timmy." Tim looked down at himself, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and comfort. The shortalls were undeniably cute, and they made him feel even more like the little boy he was embracing during his stay at Little Haven. Miss Emma reached out and took his hand, her touch gentle and reassuring. "Come on, let's go to lunch," she said, leading him out of his room. Tim followed her, feeling a sense of security as she guided him down the hallway. The soft, rhythmic crinkle of his diaper with each step reminded him of his new reality, but it also made him feel cared for in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. Tim's heart pounded with anticipation and a touch of nervousness about meeting other littles for the first time. He squeezed Miss Emma's hand a little tighter, drawing comfort from her presence. "Don't worry, Timmy," Miss Emma said in a gentle, reassuring tone. "The other littles are very nice. They'll love you. It's like a big, happy family here. You'll make lots of friends, I promise." Tim nodded, trying to calm his racing thoughts. The idea of being around others who shared his interest was both exciting and intimidating. They approached the dining area, and as they stepped inside, Tim's eyes widened at the lively scene before him. The room was filled with littles, each group distinct in their attire and behavior. Some littles were seated in highchairs, wearing onesies or t-shirts that left their diapers visible. These were clearly the babies of the group, giggling and babbling with one another as caregivers fed them. Tim couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at their carefree demeanor. Another group, the toddlers, wore shortalls or dresses similar to Tim's outfit. They seemed slightly more mature than the babies, and while some sat in highchairs, others were seated at the regular tables. The toddlers were a bit more independent, though their diapers were still noticeable under their clothes. They chatted animatedly, their voices a cheerful background hum. The third group, looked almost grown-up compared to the others. They wore adorable school uniforms, the boys in smart shorts and shirts, and the girls in cute pleated skirts and blouses. One girl in particular caught Tim's eye. She had blonde pigtails and wore a plaid skirt with a white blouse, her uniform complete with knee-high socks and shiny black shoes. Tim couldn’t*t help but briefly wonder if she was wearing a diaper underneath her skirt. Miss Emma noticed Tim's lingering gaze and smiled. "That’s Sophie," she said softly. "She’s one of our preschoolers. She's very sweet and loves making new friends." Tim blushed, feeling a bit self-conscious for staring. Miss Emma gently led him to one of the "big kid" tables, which coincidentally was the same table where Sophie was seated. "Timmy, why don't you sit here?" Miss Emma suggested, pulling out a chair for him. "I'm sure you'll enjoy lunch with these wonderful friends." Tim hesitated for a moment before sitting down. As he did, he felt the bulk of his diaper against the chair, a constant reminder of his new reality. Sophie, noticing the new arrival, beamed at Tim and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Sophie!" she said brightly, her eyes sparkling with friendliness. "What's your name?" "Hi, I'm Tim," he replied, still feeling a bit shy but encouraged by her warm greeting. Sophie giggled, her pigtails bouncing with each laugh. "Nice to meet you, Tim! This is such a fun place. You're going to love it here!"

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]