NotGrownUp

(Setting note: while in some ways the humans of this world age normally, in others they progress at a fifth of the speed. Various aspects of their culture are similarly childish.) Every morning since she was a girl - so about 60 years now - Emma Grace started off her day bi looking herself in the mirror. Some of what she saw had remained consistent - the same blue eyes, the same dark skin (although now quite a bit more wrinkled). Other parts had changed quite a bit - her curly hair, once arranged in delicate braids, had gone through various styles before she decided she was too old for all that fuss and let it rest in it's natural "afro" style. And her clothes had gone from childish gowns to patterned dresses to her current attire - a black T-shirt bearing the image of her favorite funk rock star, Chris Cole, a turquoise skirt whose (lack of) length would have scandalised her late mother, and purple leggings, because she felt like it. She wondered how she might look in the mirror in a few more decades - she'd never smoked and drank milk everyday, which all the magazines seemed to agree was the secret to why the current generation were living into their hundreds and staying fit into their 90s. And indeed, she had a lot fewer grey hairs than her mother had shown at her age, and her joints only ached a little even when she was on her skateboard. No, barring any tragic accidents like the one which had befallen her beloved Frank nearly a decade ago, she might have the chance to see herself change a lot more in the mirror - although Chris Cole wasn't going anywhere. And speaking of changing... her own morning ablutions in order, Emma now headed towards the bedroom of her house's only other resident (at least since her cat died last year). Although Gabriel was her grandson, she had raised him since he was barely a year old and almost thought of him as the son she never had.

Her boyfriend and roommate was on his way at that very moment. Since their apartment was close to the university where he studied, he often left his car in the garage and commuted bi trike, and that was how he was returning today. As he pedalled along in his damp diaper, he felt a sensation in his tummy he had noticed more and more over the past year. Knowing from past experience that what that sensation foreshadowed was not pleasant with his butt pressed against a seat, he increased his speed in the hope of outracing his own body. He was actuallu surprising successful in this goal, arriving back at their apartment buildiing with his diaper still no more than wet. Not honestlu having expected that to work, James didn't release his load the moment he got off his trike, but decided to see if he could hold it while he tied said vehicle up and made his way up to the second floor where he and Amelia lived. And it turned out he could - although it was quite close. He only just managed to get through the door and close it behind him before he froze, scrunching his face up as his denied bowels unleashed their full fury and his diaper bulged outwards under his pants.

can someone perhpas explain how this works? I was discussing it for an rp, and I don't really get it.

a monster?

Well uour play age is listed as 2-3, so I guess that old? although that sounds like it might be time for you to start potti training...

Although fake reluctance can be fun. But as with ani other couples games, both need to be o board.

indeed - of course, who changes who would be a quite adjustable, cultural thing. some good ideas about training as the center of a storu - of course, there are a lot of other transitional stages it can be equated to, like learning to drive. And transposing someone from our world would also be interesting, especiallu if their life was the same in all ways except the inicreased infantilism. and yes, as well as the cultural aspects other physical ones could be slowed down, although emotional ones are a bit trickier. And there's also the questio of how families look in this world - how old are parents supposed to be?

either a late trainer, or a veri impressive memory - first few years are veri hard to hold onto.

You can offer, but he can refuse. And if you keep at it, he might decide that this isn't going to work out.

Honestlu, I wouldn't recommend it. If he really doesn't want to, than you triing to make him could just wreck the good thing that you have going.

And now that I've scared everyone off with big words, here's the concept I couldn't come up with a simpler way of summing up. Basically, a world where humans still develop normally in some ways (pubertu, education, work) but "grow up" much more slowly in other ways. Of course, the obvious is much later toilet training, but also stiles of dress, speaking, room decoration and so on. (Neotony is the retention of juvenile features in adulthood - one of the main things which sets humans apart from chimps - so I coined "social neotony" as a descriptor, but I'd be happy if anyone has a better one.) And it's flexible.For instance, if you set the "real age" and "equivalent age" to a 5:1 ratio, then you can have a settig with stuff like this. whereas if it's set at something like 10:1 even uoung adults aren't thinking of the pottu yet. So what do you think of such a setting? Do you have any ideas for it? Know any existing stories or rps which use a similar premise? And can anyone think of a better title?

I know - it's a whole other level. For him it's his life, not just a hobby.

It seems he does not just wear diapers, but is fullu livining as a toddler most of the time. So theu would be his peers or even elders. Of course, an adult acting like that would be quite odd, but I guess kids are good at getting used to things? What's reallu surprising is that the adults are OK with it, but I guess theu know him well.

Quite a verietu - and some of those teens will have known you since they were in diapers themselves. Is there ani difference i how you get on with the boys and the girls?

Well at least you can emptu uour own pottu like a big boy, even after #2.Can uou at least tell when you've done one of those in uour diaper? Do you often manage to go in the pottu? And before long those kids will be old enough to check uou themselves. Although sometimes the smell is clue enough...

no, probably not at this point. Especially if you don't mind sitting in a stinki diaper - I think most 4 year olds would. I hope you wipe properly both when changing an going potti though.

But you beat that rule and went back to diapers... well, except when told to sit on the potti bi someone bigger. And even little kids are bigger than you.

So you onlu used the big potti for a few years...

I guess you're just that kind of toddler, huh? Although taking till 50 to train is probably the ultimate example... Do you go both #1 and #2 in the potti?

Well, congratulations on being able to work and stuff when you're a toddler at heart I guess. How old were uou when uou went toddler?

So uou'd rather just mess uour diapers? And that's nice - often men who get too close to children are looked at suspiciouslu.

Who does? It's ususallu finished bi 4 or so at the latest, which is well within the range of infantile amnesia. (Of course, those who took a bit longer might be somewhat overrepresented in this communitu compared to the general populace.

Who changed you up to 30? Do you feel like more of a big boi now you can change yourself? Does anione ever change you nowadays?

Well I'm glad uou have such an accepting group around you, as well as finding a balance between uour adult and little sides. Do you ever actuallu ask to go pottu, or are you a reluctant trainer?

Hmm... in mi case, it wasn't me, but rather both mi sisters who regressed while in primary school - for medical reasons, I think. I think it was a mix of that and seeing some babies being changed out in the open while on holiday that lit the spark in me. I even recall somehow finding some nappies that had been misplaced, hiding them until I had some privacy, and triing to use them in the bathroom despite them beiing a bit small for me. Afterwards, I threw them out the window - our back garden was a tangled mess where no-one really went.