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  1. I wrote this story in a moment of boredom and as an experiment. the quality isn't the best but I wanted to share it anyway. Let me know if you like the "reverse regression" theme First post Hello my name is silvia, I am 22 years old and I am writing on this forum to tell you about my progress to using the potty. I never learned how to use it, I have always worn diapers since I was born. Actually thinking about it, I never sat on it. Don't get me wrong, I am not incontinent, I feel the urge to pee and poop but I am so used to using my diapers that if I don't think about it I just go. Of course this applies to pee, poop I have to try harder: it's impossible to do it sitting up, I have to stand up, spread my legs and push. I decided to join this forum to try to change; I don't want to be the little girl in the family running around with a loaded diaper anymore. One of the main problems is that I don't know how to take off my diaper, that is, I never cared, my mom is there to change me every time. Last thing, diapers are not the only baby thing I have, I still suck a pacifier, I drink from a bottle. I eat from a high chair that my father built for me being a carpenter along with the crib. Until recently I was convinced that maybe normal, no one ever told me anything about it. I always ate tied to a high chair, with my diaper full. One last thing, at night before I fall asleep my mother still gives me milk from her breast. In short I live like a 1-year-old who is 22. Of course none of my friends know all this, they only know that I wear diapers because of a medical problem. Hi all Second post Hi, I so appreciated your encouraging posts, as you advised me today the goal is to learn how to untie my diaper. This morning I woke up as usual to my mother's voice from the side of the crib saying good morning. He lowered leaving me time to get out of the crib. As usual I could feel my diaper drooping at the weight of the pee I took at night. He took me by the hand and made me lie down on the changing table. "So silvia, to take off the diaper you have to take off the two rips, bottom and top" After saying this he showed me the two rips at the top and bottom. My mother showed me the first two on the right, then it was my turn: I tried pulling left and right. My mother gave a good laugh: "No no dear, so you break the whole diaper, you have to pull them outward." Finally after the fourth attempt I managed to open it, my mother then finished changing my diaper. She put me in my high chair and gave me breakfast. From that change on I would open my diapers Post 3: Day 3 Today the goal was to learn how to open the clean diaper, like last morning I lay down on the changing table, peeled off the dirty diaper tears a little easier, and as long as my mom was changing me she gave me a diaper to figure out how to open it. I looked at it: I saw my favorite decorations, yes of course I am wearing baby diapers. "Now to explain a diaper you have to unroll it, look at this " I stayed and watched as the diaper slowly inflated ready to be put on. Post 4: Day 4 Guess what I just did? Poop! Now of course I'm sitting in my stinky diaper until my mom comes to change me, who knows what it must be like to go potty. Anyway, today I learned how to take off the dirty diaper. For now my mother takes care of the smelly diapers, while for the wet ones I am becoming quite independent. I must say that lately I have been thinking of continuing to take advantage of my mother to change my poopy-filled diapers since it is in fact a chore to do it myself. Since I don't know what else to describe, I'll say my current situation: let's start from the top down, my hair is up in two high pigtails, my pacifier is in my mouth, I have a pink onesie with a kitten drawn on it. My butt is covered by the diaper and my poop, I kind of like the feeling of something warm and sticky under me, maybe I will miss it. Before writing this post, my mom gave me evening feeding, the feeling is strange and hard to explain but I will try: My mother's milk is warm, sweet thicker than the cow's. When I suck it immediately fills my mouth and automatically I send it down, it's a good time, my mother caresses my hair while her other hand holds me to herself holding me by my padded rear. Now I have to go my mother is here to change me Post 5 Today I pooped in the potty! Obviously there was a diaper in the way but those are details. According to today's program as soon as I heard the urge I should have warned my mother that she would make me sit on the toilet. And so it happened, I sat down and pushed it hard into my diaper. I felt so big, basically I was one step away from taking it off. Pooping in a diaper while sitting in a toilet is very strange : the hole in the seat causes the diaper to expand downward, thus reducing fatigue. After five minutes my mother came in, looked at me and exclaimed: "Very good! I'm proud of you!" Now let's go change. I trot with my full diaper fixed to the changing table. My mother took plastic to cover the floor. "Come on take off your diaper like I taught you," as soon as I did the diaper is fell on the floor between my legs, then I opened the clean diaper as long as it cleaned me and made me put it on all by myself! Post 6 Today I pooped in the toilet without a diaper! No one said anything to me, I didn't even call Mom to take it off-I felt the urge, ran to the bathroom, opened the diaper and sat on the toilet. "Mom! Look what I did!" I said proudly. My mother showered me with compliments and helped me put my slightly wet diaper back on. "Perfect, tomorrow we would start wearing pull-ups!" "I am honored," replied Post 7: Day 7. This morning I took off my wet night diaper and my mother put on a pull-up. It was wafer-thin between my legs, and for the first time I could close them completely without a diaper blocking me In general, I had to learn to walk again, with a diaper I was used to swinging with my legs wide now instead I have to walk like adults by holding them tight and without swaying. The pull-up is not very comfortable, I kind of miss the soft plastic of the diaper. "Honey, remember that if you feel the need to pee you run to the bathroom, it's not made to hold a lot of wetness." Post 8 Tonight I did all my peeing in the potty! For the first time in fact nothing escaped me in the pull-up Today I had to say goodbye to my high chair-I would never be able to run to the bathroom if I was tied to a high chair. My mom also explained to me how a girl sits properly. It makes me laugh to think that I used to stand with my legs apart showing everyone my diaper full of pee. Post 9: Tonight I slept without a diaper, of course my pull-up didn't hold up and I wet the bed, I was a little sad but I knew that soon I would be wearing my first pair of panties. The rest of the day passed without incident-in fact I was getting better and better at holding my pee, by now I was no longer running to the bathroom. Post 10 Today I started using the panties, they were similar to pull-ups only much finer and would not absorb anything. I also stopped taking milk from my mother and am starting to drink from a cup instead of a bottle. The only thing I persist in keeping is the pacifier; I'm too attached to it. ***Two months later...**** Post 11 Sorry for the wait but I'm now a big girl in my own right, it's been months since I've used the toilet, eaten like everyone else in the chair, drank from a glass, and no longer acted like a child but the truth is: I WANT MY DIAPERS, MY TOYS, MY HIGH CHAIR BACK. I miss pooping in my diaper, playing with my toys with my pacifier in my mouth. I hate having to look for a bathroom every 2 by 3 and hope this one is clean if I am out and about. With diapers everything was easier. I want to be a child again. Post 12 Baby silvia is back! I talked about it with my mother while crying. She said nothing, walked me to the changing table and put a diaper on me, put the pacifier in my mouth and gave me my favorite teddy bear. I was ecstatic and as soon as I was left alone I ran to jump on the mattress of my crib feeling my diaper bouncing with me. I'll leave you now, I don't know if we'll hear from you again, but baby silvia has to poop, and she's certainly not going to poop in the bad, ugly potty. THE END PLS remember that all my old and new stories are in my ream account https://reamstories.com/scrittoreanon
  2. Mum Today had been annoying. Usually, I’m happy at work but today, well, it was all so niggly and bity... things not happening when it should or people not doing what they should when they should. It was that type of day. As manager of the team it is my responsibility to make it all work but I was at the mercy of others incompetence or lack of knowledge. Anyway, I got most of it sorted but it was all very frustrating and hectic. However, Friday night means a nice long weekend where I can relax, compose myself and spend a few hours totally absorbed in ME. Even though it was after 9pm when I eventually got home the moment I walked through the door of my flat I had it planned. Strip, bath and lovely long soak before doing what I was going to do. My new bedding had arrived a couple of days earlier but I’d been so busy I hadn’t had time to sort it out... so actually, that had to be my first job as that would lead nicely into the other bits of my planned weekend. A week or so earlier, in a moment of juvenile and giddy excitement, I’d noticed the Matalan store was selling fleecy duvet covers in their sale. I’d actually seen a review of them and one comment was “... it’s like sleeping with a big teddy bear, all soft and welcoming. 5*s” so I was sold. Anyway, I’d ordered a grey fitted bottom sheet and two matching pillowcases and a bright yellowy/mustardy coloured duvet cover with two matching pillowcases and when I’d fitted them to my bed... man it did indeed look welcoming. I ran my hand over the fleecy softness and whoever wrote the review was spot on... it instantly reminded me of the teddy bear I had as a child. Loads of memories came flooding back and that’s just what I intended. ***** I ran the bath and stripped out of my work clothes, hung up the suit but put everything else in the laundry basket for tomorrow’s big wash. I inspected myself in the full-length mirror seeing if at twenty-four I’d started to deteriorate physically. I mean the job isn’t anything that should wear my body out, it’s fairly sedentary but I was the youngest manager in the company so had a lot of responsibility and the need to keep proving that I was the right person for the job. When I was made manager there were quite a few doubts expressed by the Executive Directors about my ‘youth’. I needed to prove that I could cope, and not only cope, but excel at whatever they threw at me – thankfully, so far so good but that pressure was non-stop. I looked at myself in profile, not bad. I’m five foot nine, short black hair, reasonably good-looking (but who’s to say?). So far, not getting chubby but that was down to the fact that I only ate once a day and more or less lived on protein shakes and vitamin drinks. Skin was tight on my body and in general everywhere was firm without being too muscular. Before I took this job I played five-a-side footy a couple of times a week and squash at the weekends so I had a sporty side. Alas, work now occupied almost all of my time and, if I got a free weekend, I wanted to spend it winding down not getting exhausted. Even though I tried to deny it, I knew I’d got my priorities wrong. However, once on the corporate ladder, and at an early age, climbing down and finding other work that paid so well, would have been all but impossible. The hours were long but I was still proving myself to any doubters. So, to mix metaphors, the greasy pole was there for me to climb and I’d embarked on getting to the top. Anyway, I could hear the water still running so stopped this self-evaluation and made my way to the bathroom. On weekdays I get a morning shower but on Friday night (when possible) I liked to indulge myself in a long hot (very hot) soak with bubbles and assorted scents. It may have smelled like a whore’s boudoir but it helped me relax and dissolve away the week’s complications. ***** I breathlessly slid under the foam as my body tried to get used to the heat. I think even a lobster would have complained and not just about the bubbles. Then I got the giggles thinking how heartless it would be to cook a lobster in a scented bath, trying to get it to relax before dipping its lovely meat in liquefied butter - mmm my mouth watered at the prospect. Stupid head... but at least I wasn’t thinking of work but starting to have fun. I closed my eyes and let the heat permeate every inch of my body. The bubble bath made my skin silky and soft and after a slow but methodical sponge everywhere, I settled back down to let the soothing unguents do their work. I keep my hair short and have a strange dislike for facial hair of any kind. This isn’t a new thing; ever since I started growing hair ‘down there’ I always thought it looked untidy so why on earth would anyone want a face that looked like your pubes? At school I was one of the last to sprout a pubic display but when it kicked in, it seemed to take over. A couple of years ago, as a treat to myself, I had electrolysis and it has more or less left me permanently smooth, which as it turns out, is ideal. I raised my hips from the bath to watch the water part and the soft mound of dick and ball-sack rise through the suds. Not for the first time I thought what a lovely thing to have, the pleasure it can bring and the occasional demands it makes. I was looking forward to giving it something else it craved as soon as I dried myself off. For the moment though I intended to soak for as long as I could before the water became uncomfortably tepid. ***** Once out of the bath I dry myself slowly but thoroughly, getting into every crease and crevice, making sure there is no excess water anywhere. Then I get to the main event; the special soothing lotion that I spread gently but liberally around my groin. It has a warming note, as well as a special blend of sandalwood, highly refined botanical lipids, almond oil and vanilla. It’s a luxury I can afford and is composed especially for me. My groin feels baby soft and luxurious, without hair it doesn’t clump or pool it spreads evenly... even my arsehole benefits from a good mollified fingering. Once I let that soak in I sprinkle a little powder, a light talc because I just love that smell before I venture over to my dresser and take out the special, thick and colourful disposable that’s going to accompany me to bed tonight. Reverently I fluff the cute plastic backed material to give it chance of air to expand that little more. Cheeky cartoon animals are grinning at me and I’m grinning back, I simply cannot wait to have it snugly wrapped around me and taped into place. Now you may be wondering – Friday night, 24, good-looking and he’s taking a bath and putting on a nappy, what the hell is wrong with this guy? Well, let me explain. I don’t care. You do what you like and I’ll do what I like and trying to pick up someone in a noisy bar, drinking with people I wouldn’t want anywhere near me and being social... not my scene at all. I like my own company and more so, like the comfort and fantasy I can indulge in when I wear a nice bit of padding. As a kid mum always made sure that my padding was thick to avert any ‘preventable accidents’, which meant the bulge was substantial but, as that was how I was always wrapped when I wore a nappy, I just got on with it. Perhaps I should also tell you that I had potty issues until I was nearly eight years old. When I eventually managed to get to the toilet on time mum said that just to make sure, I still wore a nappy to bed every night until I was ten. Again, as it was something that she said I needed though I don’t remember wetting often during that time, I suppose it was necessary to have that safety net. Anyway, now I live on my own I was able to indulge in something I’d missed for a while when I lived at home. Mum and dad are both loving parents but once I’d gotten out of wearing protection I never went back. We all seemed happy that part of my childhood was behind me and I moved on happily into my teenage years. However, as I got older and started work I found myself craving the return to nappies and disposables. For a while this was something I tried to ignore. I couldn’t contemplate the reaction from my parents had I indulged myself so, when I eventually got a job and the raise that went with promotion, I found a little flat on the other side of town to my parents and began to slowly feed that need I’d been desperately trying to subdue. Of course, after that first night I opened the bag of disposables and put one on, that was it. I was hooked so, over time, I’ve made it into something special. Something I only indulge in at most, once a week but when I do... YEEESSSSS! ***** The bath had thankfully completely relaxed me and the dreadful day was now suitably in the past and I could spoil myself properly. The soothing oil had soaked in nicely and the sweet scented talc wafted in my bedroom’s air giving the most satisfying of atmospheres. Subdued lighting made it so I could relax but still see what I was doing as now the fluffed out disposable had gained some volume I inserted a couple of bamboo soaker pads to fill it out even more. At last I get to touch the pretty, colourful, childishly-emblazoned, yet erotically charged disposable my brain had been forming in my brain. It isn’t just the touch of course, but the entire sensual nature of the folds of fabric wrapped in a plastic coating and driving the sensuous nature of what I’m about to do. I wait a moment; savouring the luxurious physical way my body is anticipating that instant when expectancy is flooded by reality. I slowly slip myself onto the soft buffer of fabric and ease myself into position. I’ve done this many, many times but the ethereal nature, the building excitement, the absolute pleasure comes when I fasten the two sticky tapes tightly on to the plastic surface and we become one. That shiver, that mind-blowing phenomenal miracle that such a simple item my body and my super-euphoric brain has created immediately sends me into sexual meltdown. It’s no good trying to hold back because this is the start of a night given over to complete and utter pleasure. A pleasure, I contend, is matched by very little... well for me anyway. My body pumps the effect directly into the waiting bamboo; I’ll need the extra padding because my intention is to pump all night until I cannot pump any more. That first release is so damn satisfying and I can feel it trickle around my cock, greasing it up for the next spurt of orgasmic sustenance. I lay exhausted and slowly close my eyes imagining in my head what my next explosion will feature... except... ***** I wake up and it’s daylight. The sun is streaming in through my bedroom window and I’m laid on the top of my bed looking down at the large, but hardly used, bulky disposable I was so intent on demolishing with my... erm, um... what’s this? A cup of coffee, with a gentle spiral of steam coming off it, is on my bedside table. What the f*** # tbc #
  3. When I have trouble coming up with characters things like their personalities and such can anyone recommend a character generator for creating Female characters that involves them being a mum
  4. you know in my story Teenage baby I'm thinking about changing Amanda's dome ring to something else and here is the ring that I want her to wear. But I don't know how to best describe it. Here is a picture of the ring that I want to use
  5. Seeing that there is already a favourite stories topic I thought that I start this up. So out of all the stories that you have read and out of all the caregivers whather it's a Mum, babysitter or anyother caregiver who is your favourite and why?
  6. As some of you may or may not know that I'm one of those who likes to playwith or chew on my caregivers by which I mean mum's Jewellery and I was wondering is there anyone else that likes playing with/chewing on your caregivers' jewellery as well or am I the only one
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