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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. Hi there, Long time silent follower and reader of the stories on this site. Had been thinking of writing a story of my own for a while now and the backtoschool competition gave me the motivation I needed. I envision this as being the first part of a three or four part story so not all of the context is provided at the beginning however let me assure you that the characters mentioned are eighteen years of age and older. Further background to the school and its students will be explored in later instalments. Hope you all enjoy! Mount Usher Reform School Jesse Wilson fidgeted as discreetly as she could at her desk. She desperately needed to use the bathroom and wanted nothing more than to run out of the lesson and relieve herself. However, students were not permitted to use the bathroom during class time at Mount Usher Reform School. Gently, shaking her right leg to distract from her ever-growing discomfort in her bladder and bowels Jesse contemplated her options. There was still thirty-five minutes left until the bell and she did not think she was going to be able to hold it until then so she had figured she had three choices. First, she could try to get up and leave. The problem with this however was that the six Classroom Disciplinarians standing around the edges of the classroom were watching all of her classmates intensely, searching for any signs of misconduct, and if she tried anything she knew she would be down the back of the class over their knee before she could even open her mouth to plead her case. A spanking such as those delivered by the Disciplinarians was no small thing to endure and Jesse suspected, the way she was at the moment, it was likely it would result in her having an accident. No, she thought, there was no way she could leave without disaster ensuing. Even now, she had to be careful her less-than-full attention on the lesson did not give the Disciplinarians cause to punish her. Sparing a moment to focus on the board and what Ms. Smyth was saying she was glad at least that this emergency was occurring during Maths, which came easy to her, and she was confident would be able to answer any question without difficulty if called upon. Returning to considering her problem Jesse thought that her second choice was to just attempt to hold it regardless and hope that she would be able to make it despite how badly she felt she needed to go. It was possible she thought that if she could just keep her mind off things she may manage to get through the rest of the class. The only problem with this of course was if she was wrong and soiled herself. Not only would she be humiliated in front of all her peers and the school staff, it would bring her to the attention of the sixth Classroom Disciplinarian the so called “Potty Patrolman”. Toileting problems of any kind fell under the Potty Patrolman’s remit and once that happened it was an inevitable and demeaning return to fulltime diapers. In her one and a half years so far at Mount Usher it did not matter what reason or circumstance might have led to you having an accident – whether it was an illness, bedwetting, a prank, an oversight when wiping - the moment your school approved panties were any less than pristine at the 8am and 8pm inspections you were done for. Even now as Jesse feigned attention to the lesson she could see her friend and former roommate Hazel in the front or “Toddler” row with two other girls. A simple mishap with some orange juice and now she was strapped into a highchair styled chair, though at normal height, sucking a pacifier and wearing a onesie and thick diaper – the uniform for those at toddler level. No, Jesse shook gently shook her head, she could not risk an accident of any kind, let alone a messy one, if she were to retain what little independence, she had at the Reform School. This she knew left her with a final but almost similarly inconceivable choice. Although, it was made clear to the girls that they were not allowed to leave to go to the bathroom during class and all requests to do so would be denied and ignored, if it was an emergency, they could ask to use the class potty. This was a bright yellow, child’s potty with a smiling clown face, sized for adults located in its own demarcated “Potty Zone”. The rules stated that it could be used during class up to three times in one week before you would be placed under the care of the Potty Patrolman. The only problem was that the Potty Zone was in full view of the staff and students since it consisted only of a small plinth to the side of the classroom, upon which the potty sat, and a named sign which hung on the wall behind it. The logic of the Potty Zone being that the student was not really missing class if they used it no matter how long they took since they could keep following the lesson even as they went. Thinking it through Jesse knew what she had to do. Although it would certainly be mortifying for her, she was going to have to ask to use the classroom potty. It was rare enough that any of the girls took this option because of its nature, even just for peeing, so the fact Jesse was going to use it for both number one and two would be the talk of the school for a couple of days. However, she told herself that although no one was likely to completely forget the memory, at least she would not be moved down a level, and her experience would be overlooked once someone else had been embarrassed by the Reform School. Waiting until Ms. Smyth came to a natural rest in her explanation, Jesse raised her hand. Despite the anxiety and dread she was feeling over what she had decided to inflict on herself she was glad she was mature enough to make the decision. Already it was clear that a few of her silent but deadly toots had attracted the attention of the Patrolman’s two aids who were sniffing about and looking in the direction of the Toddler and Pre-schooler rows. After a few moments Ms. Smyth noticed Jesse’s hand and called on her. “Yes Ms. Wilson, do you have a question about the lesson?” “No Miss” Jesse replied with only a slight tremble in her voice. “I wanted to ask if I may use the potty? It is an emergency”. Hearing this, Jesse felt as though the classroom came to a complete halt and now everyone’s eyes and attention was focused solely on her. Her anxiety instantly went up a notch and she could feel her cheeks going red. “Really now” Ms. Smyth said grinning like a Cheshire cat and throwing knowing glances to the Classroom Disciplinarians and Patrolman’s Aids. “Well, I suppose …” she started and then paused as though considering things while Jesse waited in desperation “I suppose you may since it is not like you to try and waste class time, and since you stated it is urgent, if, you have been paying attention. Before you go tell me what is the answer to the following problem on the board?” she said pointing to a particular question. Jesses looked at the problem. It read: Solve for X: 3x+7=22 Thankfully it seemed easy enough to her. Jesse replied “Em… the answer is X is equal to five Miss”. Hearing her answer Ms. Smyth frowned for a moment making Jesse even more anxious and distressed. She was desperately trying not to fart or let anything out to prevent herself from embarrassing herself further than what was necessary. Eventually however Miss Smyth said “That is correct. How did you get the answer?” Rapidly, Jesse replied “To isolate X I subtracted seven from both sides. That left me with 3X is equal to fifteen, then I divided both sides by three to get X is equal to five.” Seeming satisfied then Ms. Smyth said “Yes, well done that is correct answer and solution. For those of you who are struggling… I am looking at you in particular Ms. Robinson” eyeing one particular girl in the second row “take note, as similar questions will be on the test on Friday”. “Now Jesse” she said motioning one of the Potty Aids “you can go and Mrs. King will help you. Everybody else begin working on problems three to fifteen in your textbooks. I do not need to remind you that the Disciplinarians will be watching to make sure no one is daydreaming or slacking off.” Having heard Miss Smyth’s words every one of their classmates turned to their books and copies with an exaggerated fervour all determined not to be punished, however Jesse knew each of them would be attentively following her shameful performance in a few moments out of the corner of their eyes. After all she would have done the same. Who and how someone was punished or humiliated was top gossip among the students at Mount Usher. Jesse waited until the old but fierce Mrs. King proffered her hand before standing, gently taking her hand in turn and allowing herself to be led to the Potty Zone. Instead, of taking the shortest path through the rows, Mrs. King brought her to the opposite side of the rectangular classroom, up the aisle to the top of the class and then finally back down the other side to her destination. Thankfully Jesse still had the presence of mind to watch out for other student’s feet up at the Toddler row who attempted to trip her in a bid to make her have an accident – misery loves company. Mrs. King stood Jesse on the plinth in front of the potty and then began to undo her skirt which she removed after checking it and placing it to one side. She then pulled down Jesse’s underwear and had her step out of them so that she was naked from the waste down but for her shoes and ankle socks. Once she had fully inspected Jesse’s panties for any sign of accident, she placed them on top of the skirt and then taking Jesse’s hand once more directed her bottom down onto the potty – and not a moment too soon. Jesse had practically been doing the potty dance while Mrs. King was going through the proceedings. Looking up at Mrs. King, the older woman finally said “alright Jesse try going to the potty like a big girl”. This was all the encouragement Jesse needed and having been given permission she proceeded to noisily empty her bowels and then bladder into the plastic container. A great squelching noise could be heard by all as her poo hit the bottom of the potty and then a loud hissing noise. Such was her relief that in spite of herself Jesses could not help but release a sigh as this happened. It was only as she was letting out a final few small but very audible farts that seemed to resound within the hollow potty that Jesse began to feel embarrassment over what she had just done. At first, as she came back to herself, she became aware that she was half naked, sitting over her own filth, the smell of which was awful, and there was no toilet paper in sight for her to clean herself up. Then she realised that not only had Mrs. King been watching her the whole time but she could also see some grins from the Class Disciplinarians. Suddenly, she felt tremendously vulnerable and ashamed, and if she could have hidden somewhere, anywhere she would have done so. It was only that Mrs. King was still gently holding her hand that she was prevented from running out the door and sobbing. Looking Jesse straight into her eyes which were beginning to look a bit lost as she receded into herself Mrs. King said “Well done, Jesse” as though she were congratulating a two-year-old who had just begun toilet training. “I bet that feels so much better having gotten that all out. Such a big girl making it to the potty on time!” Looking over to the Toddler and Pre-school rows before looking over to the teacher she said “There are a few potty pants who could take note here as well, isn’t that right Ms. Smyth. Ms. Wilson isn’t just good at maths, she’s also very good at using the potty, isn’t she?” “She certainly is Mrs. King. That was very well done. Exactly what a big girl should do when she needs to use the toilet” replied Ms. Smyth once again with a large grin on her face. Turning to Hazel in the front row, she said “I bet you wish you could be a big girl like your friend Ms. Wilson here, don’t you Ms. Fisher? Instead of being a silly little toddler who does all her pee-pee and poo-poo in her pampers.” Turning red at being singled out, Hazel squeaked behind her pacifier “Yeth, Mwis Swmyth”. “Well, maybe you’ll get there one day, but by the looks of your diaper not for a good long time yet. You have absolutely soaked it! You are quite the little super soaker aren’t you Ms. Fisher." Looking very ashamed and on the verge of tears Hazel said again “Yeths, Mwis Swmyth”. Although, it looked as though Ms. Smyth would keep berating poor Hazel or one of the other toddler girls, at her last comment, Jesse heard someone snigger from somewhere in one of the back rows which they quickly tried to turn into a cough. Unfortunately, for them once of the Classroom Disciplinarians caught them and dragged them up out of their desk by the wrist with an undignified yelp from the girl. Even as she still sat on the potty, Jesse could see that it was Margaret Carter who had been caught and knew from her demeanour that it was probably a nervous laugh she had let out rather than a malicious one. However, now Margaret had caught Ms. Smyth’s ire. “Is there you find funny Ms. Carter about a girl Ms. Fisher’s age still going to the bathroom in her pants?” Ms. Smyth asked giving Margaret a death stare. Jesse like all of the girls in the class knew that this was one of those questions with no right answer. If Margaret said yes then she would likely be given a lesson in empathy which could end in any manner of punishment. However, if she said no then she would be asked to explain why she was laughing and if she could not give a satisfactory answer be called a liar as well. Knowing she was trapped Margaret replied “Sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to laugh but I couldn’t help it. Super soaker is what my mother calls my two-year-old brother as well.” “So, you admit then” said Ms. Smyth “that you were laughing at Ms. Fisher”. “Yes, Ms Smyth” said Margaret hanging her head in shame. “And why did you try to conceal the truth by coughing?” asked Ms. Smyth “I, I didn’t mean to laugh at Ms. Fisher, I wasn’t trying to be mean Miss. It was just the word super soaker made me laugh so I tried to turn the laugh into a cough to hide it and also to try not to disrupt the class” Margaret replied hesitantly. “I see” said Ms. Smith. “Well even if that is the truth and you did not mean to offend Miss Fisher and disrupt my class, you have certainly done that, haven’t you…Haven’t You???” “Yes, Ms Smith. I am sorry Hazel I did not mean to laugh” she said turning to a still mortified Hazel, before turning back to Ms. Smith. “I am sorry Ms Smith for interrupting your class and wasting precious learning time”. “Good. I accept your apology” said Ms. Smyth “and I am sure Hazel does as well. I am glad you recognised your fault and you did not need me to tell you to apologise. That shows maturity. However, because I will not tolerate bullying of any sort in my classroom, even by accident, Mr. Moore is going to give you a sound spanking during recess this morning to ensure you do not do so again, even accidentally, and even when it is funny that a big girl like Ms Fisher is a super soaker. Do you understand and accept your punishment?” Margaret having gone pale knowing that she would not be able to sit down for a week after being paddled by Mr. Moore, otherwise known as Classroom Disciplinarian Number 4, said “Yes Miss. I understand and accept. I’m very sorry”. “Good, and I’m sure you will be very sorry indeed missy during recess! You are lucky though that you accepted your punishment so maturely. Next time I catch you laughing at anyone in my class you are going to have your bathroom privileges revoked and then we will see how funny you think it is being a super soaker yourself.” The whole class having just witnessed this discourse never looked busier to Jesse just then, who was still sitting, half- naked on the potty. “Now where were we” said Ms. Smyth turning back to Jesse and Mrs. King. Checking her watch Ms. Smyth said “there are only just under twenty minutes left in the lesson Mrs. King after dealing with all that silliness. If you could finish helping our potty superstar with her business and bring her back to her seat so that she can continue with the lesson I would appreciate it.” With that Ms. Smyth seemingly lost all interest in Jesse and began walking down the classroom rows, checking to see how much work the students had done so far. Jesse knew from experience that Ms. Smyth would find enough mistakes that there would be at least two or three spankings given out by the end of the lesson. Still out of sorts and feeling very exposed when Mrs King asked her, more quietly this time, if she was finished Jesse could only nod her head in assent. After that, she gently manoeuvred Jesse up off the potty and turned her to the side before forcing her to bend over. Mrs. King then produced a packet of Huggies Baby Wipes as though by magic and began wiping Jesse’s dirty bottom and genitalia before Jesse could even think to protest and ask to do it herself. After each wipe had been used Mrs. King made a point of showing it to Jesse and whispering things like “so dirty” or “disgusting” before throwing them into the potty. Once she had been cleaned to Mrs. Kings satisfaction, her school approved panties were then brought back and Jesse was asked to step into them. Mrs. King then drew them up Jesse’s legs pulling them up right to the top more tightly than necessary so that for a moment it almost seemed as though she were giving her a wedgie. She then had Jesse step into her skirt and tightened it for her, before patting her on the bum a couple of times and leading her all around the room and back to her chair. It was only as Jesse sat down, momentarily relieved despite being thoroughly humiliated she had managed to avoid total long-term disaster, that she realised something was wrong. Her panties felt a little bit damp and sticky under her bum where she was sitting. Jesse hoped it was only residual dampness from the baby wipes but she feared Mrs. King had deliberately failed to wipe her completely so that when she pulled the panties back up so tightly, they would be stained. Considering this new dilemma, Jesse looked on as the potty was being taken to be emptied by the other Potty Aid in the class. With the windows open and special air conditioner working overtime it would not be long until the potty smell would be gone from the classroom, unless of course one of the Toddler or Pre-school level students had a messy accident. If her soiled panties did not give off a potty smell, Jesse felt that it was possible this issue would go unnoticed until lunch when she could quickly swap her panties in her dorm room and wash her current pair by hand. However, she feared that for some reason Mrs. King was out to get her after what she had just done and she would make up some excuse for a panty inspection before then. Suddenly, it was looking all too likely to Jesse that all the indignities she had just put herself through may have been for nothing and there would be more to come soon. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
  3. I like to use and pee in the potty . You like to pee in the potty too?
  4. I think it's cute what accidents are called by different people. In my family: mommy called it: tee tee pants, Doo Doo pants gramma called it: wet britches, dirty britches sitter called it: pee pee, poo poo. what was it called for you?
  5. Looking for a new mommy who is willing to take care of me and change my diaper when I have a accident and also help me train on how to use the potty
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    From the album: Potty Training

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