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  1. A Mother's Mistake Elle thought it was an innocent idea. Her younger sister, Lucile, had explained that in order to be a better mother, she needed to understand how her daughter felt. It did make sense. Her daughter, Camille, was two years old, and things had not been good lately between them. Elle felt it was because she couldn’t connect with her no matter what she tried. Whether it was breastfeeding, playing, napping, or watching cartoons, nothing seemed to make things work. It was as if Camille didn’t recognized her as her mother. But, why? Elle had asked herself that question ever since they returned from the hospital after giving birth. In Elle’s mind, she was not living up to being a mother, and that was weighing on her and her personal life to the point that she had not slept with her husband for over a month already. He had moved to the guest bedroom and was disconnecting from her further and further every day. Afraid that it could end her marriage, she had turned to her most trusted friend, her younger sister, Lucile. “It’s all about helplessness,” said Lucile while helping Elle babysit, “If you don’t understand what’s like to be helpless, then you cannot take care of a helpless being, can you?” “That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?” “And yet, it works wonders. At least with my patients.” “What would being helpless look like?” “Well, it’s obvious. You need to be treated like a baby again, around the age of your daughter, of course. That’s how you can connect with her. You’ll play together. You’ll be bathed together. You’ll eat together. You’ll sleep together. Among other things.” “How do you come up with this kind of stuff? And how you get people agree to it?” Lucile chuckled, “Well, because it works. That’s why they pay so much money. It just works.” Elle turned her eyes to her baby girl, which was in the arms of her sister. Camille seemed happier with Lucile than she did with her, and that made her feel like the worst mother on earth. Perhaps her sister was right. Perhaps she could try to connect with her daughter through some role play, and if she could do so, maybe she could make life with her husband better. And she could finally have the happy family she’d always wanted. “How do we do it?” asked Elle. Lucile smiled. “Next weekend, I know Steve is gonna be traveling for work. Why don’t I come and become Camille’s and your caregiver? I will treat you both the same way, and you’ll get in touch with your baby.” “Like the same the same?” Lucile nodded. “You know, diapers and stuff. It’s important for your to feel that so you can understand what it’s like for your daughter.” “You mean wearing or using?” “Well, both.” “I don’t know, sis. It sounds too wacky. Do your patients really do it?” “Oh, yeah. So many of them, and some actually enjoy not having any care in the world for a couple of hours a week. Although the one that suffers it is me, changing an adult’s diaper is not the same as changing a baby’s.” There was a short moment of silence. “So, what say you?” asked Lucile. Elle sighed, “Alright. But don’t tell anyone about it.” “It’ll be our secret.” Steve left Friday night as expected. He gave Elle a small kiss, but there were no goodbye words or anything. He did, however, tell Camille that he loved her and that he was going to miss her so much. Elle did her best not to take it personally, but it made her cry herself to sleep that night. The next morning, Lucile knocked at her door quite early. She seemed eager to start the experiment as soon as possible. “I have everything we need,” She said, carrying a couple of bags, “So you don’t have to worry about anything.” Elle smiled thinly, trying to help her sister carry the bags. But Lucile stopped her immediately. “Hey, you are a baby today, remember? You do nothing but what I tell you to do. Alright?” Elle nodded. “Where’s Camille?” “She’s still sleeping.” “Good. That gives us enough time to get you ready.” “Ready?” “Yes. So come with me. We are going to give you a relaxing bath.” “I can bathe myself.” “Adult Elle can. But you are not adult Elle, right?” “I guess so.” Lucile took her sister’s hand and dragged her upstairs to the master bathroom. One of the perks of Steve’s job was that they did not have to care about spending, and their bathroom was a sign of it. It was beautiful and elegant, from the tiles to the glasses and everything in between. “Alright. I’ll get the bath running. Why don’t you help me and get naked? Get into the shower, and I’ll be with you in a minute.” “I don’t know, sis. It sounds weird to be naked in front of you.” “Oh, honey. I’m going to see you naked more times than your husband had in a while. At least this weekend. There’s nothing to be awkward about. I’m a professional today, okay?” Elle nodded again and did as told. She really wanted to connect with her baby. She really wanted to connect with her husband again. And if she had to be a baby for a weekend, well, it was just a weekend. She could do it. It was all for a purpose. It’s not like she was going to enjoy any part of it. So she got naked and walked into the shower while her sister started the bath. She wasn’t sure why she needed to shower before her bath, but she supposed Lucile had something in mind, and she was the expert, after all. “Alright, now let’s get your body ready,” said Lucile, also getting naked. Lucile was just five years younger than her older sister, but her body seemed out of Elle’s league. She was tall and curvy, with long blonde hair and beautiful, massive breasts. Elle’s breasts were also big, though it was mostly because she still breastfed Camille. A bit shorter than her younger sister. She didn’t look thirty-two years old, but she also didn’t look twenty-two. “Ready?” asked Lucile. Elle nodded. Her sister cleaned her carefully, paying extra attention to her most private parts. But it was not just the washing that caught Elle off-guard. Lucile also applied some sort of cream around her body. Once the cream was washed away, Elle saw her smooth skin lose every sign of body hair, including her pubes. Feeling even more naked than before, she rushed to cover herself. “Is this really necessary?!” Lucile just nodded, “It is. Believe me, you don’t want to use your diapers while having pubes. It’s a recipe for disaster.” After the shower, Lucile helped her older sister into the already-filled bath. She gave her a rubber toy, as if she was a little girl, and left her there for a while. Five minutes passed, and Elle decided to play with the rubber toy as there was nothing else for her to do. During baths, she would usually read a book while drinking some wine, but that wasn’t really an option. “Let’s get you out,” said Lucile, still naked, though completely dry by now. Carefully, Lucile dried her older sister and then took her to the master bedroom. There, waiting for her, Elle could see why her younger sister had left her in the bath for so long. There was a pile of diapers of every color on top of the king-size bed, and they were not baby’s diapers. No, those were big enough to fit an adult, big enough to fit Elle herself. Diapers weren’t the only thing in bed. Baby powder, baby wipes, and colorful clothes that looked like they belong in a toddler’s closet but were big enough for an adult, among other things one would find in a nursery. “Sis, what’s this?” “Alright. I will lay down the rules now. This weekend, I’m not your sister. This weekend, I’m your mommy. Understood?” Elle chuckled. “You think it’s funny? You’ll have a change of heart when I spank you until you are a sobbing mess.” Elle said nothing, but a fast chill traveled through her spine, making her tingle a little. A few drops of pee rolled down her smooth and long legs. Lucile must have caught it because she smiled, getting closer to her younger sister and placing her hands right over her pussy, making Elle blush. “What are you doing?” “Did you just pee a little?” Elle blushed. “You did, right?” “It-It’s a normal thing. A lot of women get slight incontinence after birth. You must know that.” Lucile chuckled, “Well, diapers will come in handy, then.” “Don’t laugh. It’s not funny.” “No more talk,” said Lucile, towering over her sister, “The experiment won’t work unless you get into character. So, from now on, you either get this,” she paused, showing a pacifier, “Or your thumb on your mouth. If I ever see you without either, you’ll be spanked. Understood?” Elle thought about complaining, but she thought it better. She had never been able to stand against her younger sister, and she felt sorry because Lucile was actually doing all of this to help her. So she nodded. “Bathroom is off limits,” said Lucile, grabbing Elle by the hand and placing her carefully over the bed, “So it’s diapers for you until the end of the weekend.” Elle looked away as her sister diapered her. She had worn them before after giving birth, albeit none as childish as the one Lucile had just put her on. She blushed quite red when Lucile spread the baby powder over her private parts and then again when she taped the diaper, trapping her crotch in the fluffy prison. Finally, Elle was dressed in a onesie that resembled something her daughter would wear. “Last rule. What mommy says,” said Lucile, helping Elle stand up, “What mommy says goes. No complaints. If not, well, you know.” Elle nodded. There was a short moment of silence as Lucile scanned her older sister. She must have been pleased with herself because she smiled as she had done whenever she won something. Without hesitation and with an overpowering grip, Lucile took Elle in front of a mirror and forced her to see her own reflection. What Elle saw in the reflection wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. Staring right back at her wasn’t an adult. It wasn’t a mother. It was a little girl, a rather tall one. Her pink onesie did nothing to hide her diaper. And compared to her younger sister, who was still naked and standing next to her, Elle felt like such a small being. Pathetic. Childish. And that made Elle start to sob. “It’s okay. Mommy’s here.” Elle hugged her younger sister the way a little girl would hug her mother when they cried. Lucile wasn’t expecting it, but she didn’t say anything. She embraced her diapered older sister, holding her tight, which only, made her feel warm inside. A sort of warmth she had not felt before. “Shall we start the weekend?” asked Lucile, cleaning her sister’s face from tears. Elle nodded, feeling better now. Though, she was unsure of what her younger sister meant by starting the weekend. It couldn’t be worse than this, could it? .................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... You can find the first There Chapter of this story on my Patreon - patreon.com/LittlerWriter . You can also find other stories, including Rebecca’s Second Babyhood, Evelyn’s Regression, Regressing the Older Sister, Miss Helena's Ballet Academy for Immature Mothers, and so much more. Captions, photos, short stories, and everything related to ABDL role reversals.
  2. Hi guys! I've been told this particular story has some politic tendencies. I'm not American, I'm actually from Peru, living in Peru. Anyway, the political aspects of it are to develop the characters in less conventional way. Hope you enjoy it! .............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. It was a hot summer morning when Helena arrived at her ballet academy. She worked hard the entire year to market her brand-new little girls’ division. Her method was new and innovative and would take those little girls to become the best ballet dancers in the world. But, as the day of the grand opening drew closer, she discovered one simple truth about living in a first-world country. People, especially mothers, can be assholes. Classes hadn’t even begun, and she already had dozens of complaints of preoccupied mothers with nothing better to do with their lives than micromanaging their daughters. Not to mention the helicopter trend everyone in America eagerly jumped into. She couldn’t believe she was missing the days of hard work in Belarus. But it didn’t matter. It was the first day, and she was going to enjoy it. No matter how difficult parents were, she knew she had it in her to deal with the mothers. She had even gone as far as to use makeup that morning. Not as if she needed it. The twenty six-year-old’s fair skin was impeccable. Her body was something to marvel at. Her fashion sense was beyond what most people in America could even comprehend. And all of it combined with her methodic and pragmatic mind. A force of nature, some called her, and they were right. Few things were out of her control, and if parents thought they could come and press her into giving their daughter special treatment, they had something else coming. She opened the door to the academy. The place had cost her a lot of money, but it was worth it. Her husband was willing to invest, and she had proven resourceful. Beautiful as she was, her mind and dominant personality actually got Robert to marry her. She knew that. And she knew that whatever she decided to do with her life, she would succeed. “Good morning, Miss Helena,” said her assistant. “Morning, Greta.” Greta was an older woman, around forty-five. Very husky and stern. She dressed the part and intimidated the shit out of most people that met her. However, Helena found her presence comforting. Greta reminded her of her old ballet teacher. The one that had turned her from a scared little girl into the woman she was now. “Are you ready for the kids?” Greta nodded. “I will need your help, uhm, dealing with the parents. They can be, uhm, a little out of touch with reality.” Greta nodded again, “I’ve got just the thing to deal with immature girls.” “Perfect,” said Helena, “Then let’s begin the day.” Chapter One Marissa couldn’t believe how bad traffic was that morning. She left an hour earlier ‘cause she knew that taking Camille to her ballet lessons was important for the girl. Her husband was not going to do it, and even if she had an important meeting that morning, Camille was her life. Her own mother never took her to any type of lesson, not even to school. She was a drunk and an absent parent, and Camille wasn’t going to deal with that. Not if she could help it. Marissa was not going to be like her mother. Camille looked so much like Marissa herself. The girl had the same perfect eyebrows and hazel eyes. Although, obviously, Marissa was much taller and with massive breasts. Even for someone with a kid, she kept herself looking fine. Some would call her a MILF. She would call herself a sexy, independent, and powerful woman. “Mom, it’s going to start soon.” “It’s okay, darling. We’ll be there in no time.” “You promise?” Marissa nodded. “She’s supposed to be the best of the best. I wanna make a good impression.” Marissa speeded up so much that she didn’t notice the biker next to her, which crashed against her driver’s mirror, ripping it off immediately. “You mother fucker,” she shouted, lowering the window, “I’m going to fucking sue you into oblivion. You dumb cunt.” “Mommy,” said Camille, “We are not supposed to say bad words.” Marissa turned to see her daughter. “Darling, let mommy deal with this.” “But my classes.” Marissa breathed in slowly, as her therapist had told her to do. They were just two blocks away now, and there was no point in fighting the biker that had disappeared already. Her car had a built-in camera specifically for this type of situation, so she would just have to deal with the insurance company later. “Alright, let’s get you there,” said Marissa, kissing her daughter’s forehead. Camille smiled. She drove straight to the academy, thinking she would take a long sabbatical one day. No more responsibilities. No more driving. No more anger management therapy sessions. Just her, a mimosa, and some massages. Probably someone to give her some pleasure. Her mind went straight to her college days, and a kiss with someone she had not seen since. Those were the days. Finally they arrived at the academy, but unluckily, classes were already on their way. Marissa knocked at the door of the room where Miss Helena was teaching. The tall woman with beautiful blonde hair and a physique that made her feel ashamed of her own turned to face her. A cold glare that would’ve fulminated anyone. But Marissa wasn’t anyone. She was the regional manager of one of the most respectable pharmaceutical companies in the country. She had a two-hundred-dollar salad the night before, and there was no way she would lose against a slav bitch. So, she knocked again. “Mommy, it’s okay. We are late. We can come back tomorrow.” “I didn’t come all the way here just to have that pretentious Russian asshole send us away.” She knocked again. But it wasn’t the ballet teacher that opened the door. Instead, it was a very rough-looking woman with a clear German background. Strong and menacing didn’t begin to describe her presence. She glared at Marissa, though smiled kindly at Camille. “No lateness in ballet,” she said with a clear foreign accent. “Excuse me?” Asked Marissa. “No lateness in ballet. No punctuality, no classes. Now get out. You blocking door.” “Who the fuck do you think you are? I’m paying for these classes, and I don’t like your tone.” Camille grabbed her mommy’s hand, pulling it away. “Not now, sweetie. Mommy is talking.” Greta got closer until the mother was now face to face with the teacher’s assistant. The tension could be felt in the cold air around the two of them, but before either could say anything else, Miss Helena herself stepped out. “What’s going on?” Asked Helena with another clear foreign accent. “This old cow is being very disrespectful,” said Marissa. Helena scanned the mother and turned immediately to smile at the little girl beside her, “Hello, sweetie. Would you like to join us?” Camille nodded. “Greta, would you please take the lady to the waiting area? I’d like to have a little chat with her after classes.” “I can’t stay. I have things to do,” said Marissa, holding her phone in one hand as it rang, “An important meeting.” Helena grabbed the phone. Marissa was shocked. “Look, Misses…Not important. I’m allowing your daughter in my classes even when she broke the rules. But if you want to leave with your daughter, never to return to my academy again, I see no problem.” Marissa felt a chill traveling through her spine. The tall teacher, though almost ten years younger than her, was towering over her personal space and glaring at her, like Marissa’s own mother had done when she was a kid. She could choose to leave. But the disappointment in Camille’s eyes made her reconsider. “Give me my phone back, and I’ll wait,” said Marissa, not wanting to cause a further scene. “No phones allowed. Rules,” said Helena, giving Marissa’s phone to her strict and rough-looking assistant, “Take her with the others, Greta, please.” “Ya, Miss Helena,” said Greta, “Follow me.” Helena and Camille returned to the practice room, and the door closed. Marissa, on the other hand, followed the rough-looking assistant through some halls and corridors until they reached a mundane door on the other side of the academy. “In,” said Greta, opening the door, “Wait there. Miss Helena will be with you after classes.” Marissa went in, and the door closed. But she wasn’t alone. The room was painted pastel pink with cartoon characters from the shows and movies that her own daughter was already too old to watch. Even the chairs were colored and too small for adults, yet three other women were sitting in them. She made eye contact with the one closest to her. A beautiful woman with dark skin and an elegant presence. She was having a hard time fitting into the chair she had been given. Smartly dressed, with heels and a suit. She smiled at Marissa. “Another one?” Asked the adult woman sitting next to the tall and beautiful dark-skinned one. This one was the opposite. A bit short, funny-looking, with one of those boy haircuts that was trendy amongst lesbians. The way she dressed was also rough and boyish. If the word tomboy was a person, it would be her. “What chu do?” Asked the tomboy woman. “Late,” said Marissa, “You?” “I might have insulted ballet as a whole in front of that weird-looking assistant of hers,” said the Tomboy woman, “The name’s Brett. You?” “Marissa.” “Candace,” said the tall and beautiful dark-skinned woman, “The one in the corner is Stella.” Marissa turned to see the last woman in the room. It wasn’t much of a woman but a young adult. She looked barely twenty, maybe some girl’s sister. She was hot, young-fucking hot. Marissa had never done anything with another woman, but she felt tempted. The girl’s body was definitely the extreme version of femininity that one would attribute to Aphrodite herself. Although, unlike most girls her age, she didn’t have a phone in her hands. “Why are you here?” Asked Marissa to Candace. “Had a little argument with one of the kids.” “With a kid?” “She was being disrespectful of my daughter. And, I may or may not have made her cry.” “No judgment her,” said Marissa, “Some people are just not designed to be parents.” “True,” said Brett. “What about her?” Asked Marissa, turning to see the young woman on the other side of the room. “She had her phone with her while talking with the teacher. She wasn’t happy about it.” Said Candace. “So, is this like detention?” Candace nodded, chuckling, “Yeah, and the warden is that awful woman. The one with the little mustache.” Marissa knew she meant the assistant. Minutes passed as they sat there, waiting for Miss Helena to come back for them. Had Marissa not wanted to make her daughter’s life better than hers was when she was a kid, she would already be gone. Dealing with her insurance company and working hard to eventually make more money than her husband. But alas, she didn’t want to disappoint Camille. Not again. “That’s so fucking insensitive. I’m a proud married member of the LGBT community,” she heard Brett say, “You can’t just read that in front of me.” “Why not?” Asked Candace. “Because it’s homophobic, racist, transphobic, and anti-woman.” Marissa turned to see what the argument was about and realized immediately what was happening. Candace, tall and beautiful as she was, was reading the new Trump biography. One of them black republicans, perhaps. “I find it so funny when a white woman tells me something is racist,” said Candace, standing up and towering over Brett. Brett did the same, “I’m one-sixteenth Cherokee. Just so you know. I’m not just white.” Candace laughed in her face. “You wanna fight?” “Bring it, hobbit.” “Hey, girls,” said Marissa, standing up too, “Let’s not get into any more trouble today.” “This doesn’t concern you,” said Candace, “It’s between this libtard and me.” “There’s no room for your kind here,” said Brett. “I’m trap here with you, so it does.” “Fuck off,” said Candace. Marissa was rd with rage. “Yeah, fuck off,” said Brett. She didn’t want to do it. But all the anger she had been holding inside her couldn’t be kept buried any longer. She went straight to Brett and slapped her right on the left cheek. But Brett wasn’t shocked. The little woman with the boyish haircut gave Marissa a big ol’ punch in the face, and that’s when Candace got in the fight. The other woman, the young one, stood up too. Though, unlike them, she went straight for the door. “What are you doing?” Asked Marissa, pulling away from the fight while Candace and Brett kept going at it. “I need to pee,” answered the young woman, “But I can’t seem to open the door.” “That’s impossible. They wouldn’t keep us here without a way out,” said Marissa, walking towards the door, “You probably aren’t doing it right.” She turned the doorknob over and over again, but nothing happened. The door was definitely locked from the outside. “Hey,” said Marissa to the two women that were still trying to fight each other, “We’ve got a problem.” They stopped. “We are locked.” “No way,” said Brett and Candace in unison. Stella started banging on the door, “Get me out of here. These old people are fighting. Please, let me out. I need to pee.” “Stop that,” said Marissa, annoyed at the young woman’s antics, “Why are you even here?” “I brought my stupid stepdaughter to this stupid class.” “Stepdaughter? Are you some sort of trophy wife?” She nodded proudly. Stella stomped on the door again, “Let me out, you old cows. Let me out. I need to pee.” Marissa was about to say something, but then the door opened. The rough-looking assistant walked inside the room. “I heard one of you girls needed the potty.” Stella raised her hand. “Come with me,” said Greta, glaring at the other three mothers in the room, “Have you been fighting?” No one said a word. “Miss Helena will know about this.” “What? Why?” They asked in unison. But the assistant didn’t answer. “Hey, you can’t just lock us here!” Said Marissa, but Greta and Stella were already gone, and the door was locked again. … Stella rushed behind Greta. She had always had a problem with making it to the bathroom if she waited too long, but it was okay. She should be able to hold for some more minutes. Even though a few drops had already found their way into her panties. It was okay, she kept telling herself. But then, she felt pain in her wrist. Before she knew it, the rough-looking assistant had grabbed her, pulling her not to the bathroom but to the room where all the little girls were dancing. “Wait, I need to pee. Leave me alone,” she complained, but she could do nothing. The woman was not only older than her, but her superior strength meant Stella couldn’t even fight back. “Please, don’t. I truly need to pee.” The door to the ballet room opened, and she was greeted by her stepdaughter, her friends, and Miss Helena herself. “What’s the meaning of this, Greta?” “We have a big girl that likes to whine and complain.” “And what do you recommend?” Asked Miss Helena. “Punishment.” All the little girls in the room began chuckling, especially Stella’s stepdaughter. “What say you, girls? Does this big girl need to be taught a lesson?” “Yes,” they all said in unison. “Go to the corner, darling,” said Miss Helena, towering over the stepmother, “You will remain there until the lessons are over.” “But.” “No buts. Or should I call your husband and explain you are the reason his daughter was not accepted into my academy.” Stella wasn’t scared of many things, but she did fear her husband’s rage. He was not abusive, but as a trophy wife, she just couldn’t displease him. “To the corner,” said Miss Helena. And Stella obeyed, sobbing and avoiding eye contact with the girls. She just hoped she could hold it for ten more minutes. “Thanks for your help, Greta. How are the others doing?” “Nasty little girls that require punishment too.” “I see,” Mis Helena paused, smiling, “We’ll deal with them soon.” .............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. You can find the first three chapter on my Patreon - patreon.com/LittlerWriter . Chapter Four drops on Sunday! You can also find other stories, including Rebecca’s Second Babyhood, Evelyn’s Regression, A Mother’s Mistake, Regressing the Older Sister, and so much more. Captions, photos, short stories, and everything related to ABDL role reversals.
  3. Hey guys, I’m working on role reversal stories. I have created a Patreon where this story is already finished, but I will be posting more chapters in here. What other scenarios you’d like to see? Let me know so that I can add them to the list. Get access to all Evelyn’s Regression chapters, From Fatherhood to Babyhood, Rebecca’s Second Babyhood, and more, including some Patreon exclusives. My Patreon is https://www.patreon.com/LittlerWriter?fan_landing=true Rebecca’s Second Babyhood Rebecca sat in her crib. Her diaper was completely soaked, making her feel uncomfortable. She knew what she had to do, but the adult in her didn’t want to do it. In the same room, on the other crib, her baby daughter was sleeping peacefully. Probably, just as wet as her. Though, that’s what’s expected of babies and what was now expected from Rebecca herself. Just a couple of months ago, she had been the proud mother of a six-month-old baby. She was about to return to work, and she had the support of a wonderful husband. But, that changed, slowly at first and then very fast. It changed, according to Rebecca herself, when she hired her. It changed when she hired Nelly. Chapter One Rebecca had always been a go-getter, and that translated into the perfect life. She wanted the successful career of a lawyer, and she got it. She wanted the perfect husband, and she got it. She wanted a kid, and as of last year, she’s got one. But, there was something no one told her about the entire process of becoming a mother, and that’s how dependent babies are. She didn’t mind her body changing during pregnancy or changing again after birth. Why should she mind? She was still gorgeous, and at thirty-three, she still looked in her mid-twenties. Beautiful long black hair, olive skin, and piercing black eyes. Plus, she gained some massive breasts, which her husband really liked. What she minded, however, was having to stop her career. It got even worse because her daughter needed a lot of medical attention during her first months of life. She went alone with it because she had to. But she resented every second she spent far from her job. So, when her husband offered to hire a nanny, Rebecca was more than pleased. “Good morning,” said Nelly as Rebecca opened the door. “Good morning, you must be Nelly.” Nelly nodded. Rebecca was stunned by Nelly’s presence. She had imagined her to be a bit manly and tomboyish by the way she talked during their phone interview. But, boy, she was wrong. Nelly was tall, even taller than Rebecca, who was already above average. The nanny-to-be was also slim but fit and had shoulder-length hazel hair that combined perfectly with her hazel eyes. She didn’t look a day over twenty. No wonder Emmet, her coworker, recommended her. “Please, come on in,” said Rebecca. “So, how long have you been doing this?” There was a short second of silence. “It’s a bit embarrassing. But, I developed a condition that makes me produce milk even if I don’t have kids of my own. At first, it was horrible. But, it opened a door.” “Wet nursing?” “Wet nursing, yeah.” Rebecca smiled. She herself knew how much producing milk could affect a life. New bras that aren’t sexy, pumping, and just overall discomfort. “You are highly recommended. Emmet tells me you are studying engineering. That’s a very unusual job for a woman.” “I’m a very unusual woman,” said Nelly, smiling. Rebecca chuckled. She could feel the alpha essence emanating from Nelly. The same essence she herself was proud to have. Though it would make it hard to live together, most of the time, she would be working, so it wouldn’t matter. “I think I’ve heard enough. When can you start?” “When do you need me?” Rebecca liked that answer. “What about if you move in this Saturday, so you get used to Amy during the weekend?” “Sounds perfect,” said Nelly, standing up to handshake Rebecca, “I’m sure you’ll be happy with my work.” Rebecca felt the nanny’s handshake. Strong, firm. The trades of a dominant personality. She wondered if it was a mistake to hire someone that resembled her so much, but she was intrigued by her. She will give it a go. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?
  4. Hi guys, sorry for not posting too often here. A lot of work and some health stuff. Here's Evelyn's Regression finished. My other stories are either finished or well advanced in my Patreon: https://patreon.com/LittlerWriter?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator Soon I'll be updating the tiers with Captions and more fun ABDL Stuff! Anyway, enjoy Prologue Hailee heard her mother crying through the baby monitor, and as she was already used to it, she left her desk and went straight to the nursery. When she opened the door, she was hit by the smell of a very stinky diaper. Knowing how bizarre the situation was, she stood there for a minute, with her eyes scanning the woman sitting in her pink crib. Her mother, who had been an elegant and beautiful woman just three months prior, looked uncomfortable, with her eyes watery. Hailee knew she wanted a change as if the smell wasn't telling enough, but her mother's eyes were saying something more. She could talk. If she needed something, she could say it, but that's not how babies work, is it? Hailee got closer to her, ready to be the grownup of the house. Chapter One Evelyn and Hailee couldn't be more different from one another. The mother, Evelyn, was an English teacher at the local college. She was chubby, but at almost 40 years old and 5'7 feet, she still looked young and attractive. Though, all eyes were on her daughter, who, at 6'0 and only 19 years old, was a towering woman with a stunning body. Hailee was into fitness, and her body was a testament to it, but she was more than just her look. She worked from home as a manager for a small but successful company, though her mother knew nothing about and she liked to keep it that way. They had what could only be described as a difficult relationship, though you wouldn't know by just looking at them interact in public. If there was something Hailee hated the most was public scenes, especially from teenagers or young adults, her peers. So, whenever her mother would piss her off, she would wait until they were home and try to talk things with her. However, Evelyn wasn't interested in having calm or polite conversations, which made Hailee question who was the actual adult in the house. Now, you might be wondering what happened to make Evelyn end up in diapers at the mercy of her daughter. Well, it all began three months ago, after Hailee turned 19, just a couple of months before Evelyn would turn 40. Hailee woke up that morning, ready to hit the gym as she did every morning, it was not even 6 a.m, but that was her routine. She was already used to the fact that her mother would oversleep, whether it was constant drinking, waking up late, or the toxic friends she would hang out with. Hailee knew that her mother was who she was at this point in life, and there wasn't much she could do about it. So, she picked up her bag and left home as she did every weekday. Almost two hours later, Evelyn woke up in her room, crying her eyes out. She didn't want to move; she knew what had happened. It had been happening for almost a month now; every other night, more in the last couple of days. She didn't know why, and she only wanted to be swallowed by the earth instead of dealing with it. But she had to get ready soon, and she couldn't be late anymore, or things would worsen. She stood up, doing her best to ignore the smell and the cold touch of her PJs, and went straight to shower. It was lucky that she had her own bathroom attached to her room, or else she would risk being discovered by her daughter. However, when she entered her shower, she noticed she had run out of shampoo. With no time to get a new one, she left her room completely naked and went to her daughter's bathroom, taking Hailee's. She returned to her room and went straight to her shower. It was as if the hot water washed her worries away, and part of her didn't want to leave at all. But she had to. Evelyn finished showering, got ready, opened a window in her room, and went straight to work. She would deal with her wet bed when she returned because she didn't have the time nor the mental energy to deal with it right now. Just a couple of minutes after Evelyn left for work, Hailee arrived home in need of a shower. She went to her bathroom, hoping for a nice hot shower, but there was no shampoo. It couldn't run out. She just got a new one, which meant only one thing, her mother had forgotten to get her her own and had come for hers. Hailee sighed, but knowing Evelyn should already be gone to work, she went to her mother's bathroom to reclaim her precious shampoo. All the way, thinking how irresponsible her mother was, but that stopped when she opened the door to Evelyn's room. The smell hit her like a punch in the face, a combination of ammonia and sweat and something more. She had never babysat or been close to a baby before, but the smell was too obvious to ignore. She went to her mother's bed to find it completely soaked, and in her mother's bathroom, she found her soaked clothes. There was no doubt about what had happened, and her mother, responsible as she was, didn't even clean after herself. Had her mother drunk too much that she peed herself? Why would she not even remove the sheets to wash them? Or do something with her soaked clothes? Seriously, sometimes she was worst than a baby. Hailee sighed, not knowing what to do, and left her mother's room. She needed to do something, but what? Then, it hit her. She had an idea, she needed a plan, but that was her specialty. Chapter Two At work, Evelyn couldn't think of anything but the last month and the many times she had almost peed herself while dictating her class. It was one thing to wet the bed, but an entirely different issue was to wet herself in front of her students, many of whom were the same age as her daughter. "Okay, so..." said Evelyn, clutching her tights, "That's everything for today. "Remember that the test will cover the entire second chapter of the book," she kept saying as most of her students left. Well, all of them but one. Her star student, and a very handsome one, to say the least, Michael. His manly voice and dark hair and, obviously, a body that felt like it didn't belong to a mortal. "Amazing class," he said, smiling at her. "You have so much knowledge of the Beat Generation. Who's your favorite?" "I would have to say Kerouac, and it is a cliché, but his writing is so...," she stopped, her bladder was screaming now, "Honest," she finished, picking her things, "I'm afraid I have to go now, Michael, have some stuff to do." "Sure, I'll see you around." Even if Evelyn enjoyed chatting with him as much as possible, she couldn't help to notice that she was starting to drip a little into her panties. So, she said nothing else and left straight to the bathroom. "Fuck," she muttered as she released her pee, noticing that she had indeed wet herself a bit. Not enough to be noticeable, but enough to make it uncomfortable to move around. Thank god, I'm wearing black pants and panties, she thought, trying to dry as much of her underwear with toilet paper as she could. Finally, when she felt it was good enough, she left the restroom and headed to her car. With every step, she could feel her wet panties getting colder and colder and more uncomfortable. She only hoped no one would be able to notice. Before she could reach her car, someone stopped her. "My, my, if it isn't the hottest MILF in the world," Evelyn heard and turned to see her friend, Brenda. She was slightly shorter than Evelyn herself, but her body was amazing, especially for a fifty-year-old teacher. Though with all her drinking, her face looked a bit older than her body, something Evelyn feared would happen to her. But, nowadays, drinking was the only thing that kept her sane. "How was your class? Oh, don't tell me. Boring? But what about that exquisite specimen you teach?" "Shhh," said Evelyn, blushing slowly as she noticed Michael also entering his car not too far from them. He was looking so hot, and she felt herself getting wet, though she was glad this time it was because of how horny she felt every time she saw her student. "Don't worry. He didn't hear. Though, if he did, I bet he would be interested." "How are you a teacher in here?" Asked Evelyn, chuckling, hoping Michael would actually try to do her. Brenda did something with her mouth that answered Evelyn's question. "Everything is settled. We are going to Vegas the weekend of your birthday.," said Brande getting closer to her friend, "We'll get fucked all the way to your 41st birthday." Evelyn only smiled, feeling her bladder getting full again. Fuck, she thought. I just went to the bathroom. "That sounds good, though I haven't told Hailee yet." "I mean, she can cum with us. If you know what..." "Stop. I know what you mean, and yuk." "Just kidding. Anyway, I still have one more class, so I'll leave you to it," said Brenda, spanking Evelyn's butt. The impact made Evelyn let out some drops of pee in her panties. Brenda stopped, feeling her hand a bit wet. But that couldn't be unless...unless Evelyn had peed herself. No, that's not possible. Not even she would do that unless she drank more than usual. "Is everything okay?" Asked Evelyn shyly. "Yeah, yeah, I'll talk to you later. Love," said Brenda, leaving the parking lot. Evelyn got into her car and decided to hold her pee until she got home. Just a twenty minutes drive that shouldn't be too hard. Should it? Chapter Three Traffic was the worst, especially around five, and as if traffic was not enough punishment, Evelyn's bladder was desperate to release its contents. Just ten more minutes, Evelyn kept saying to herself, just wait ten more minutes, please. But, there was no sign of movement, and her bladder was just not having it. She started panicking when five minutes had passed, and she had not moved one bit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she kept saying. She's had close calls in the car, but nothing as bad as what was happening. Evelyn kept cursing traffic until it began moving slowly, which let her see the small accident that had stopped traffic for so long. She could make it. She was a responsible adult, and adults didn't pee their pants. Or at least that's what she thought, but right as she entered the corner of her block, her bladder gave up. Evelyn stopped the car suddenly as her pee began filling her car's seat, falling down the side and into the car's floor. As the pee kept falling, her tears began appearing. She cried like a baby would. She cried for comfort and help but knew no one would come to her rescue. She must have spent minutes crying on the side of the road with her pants wet, 'cause she only stopped when the warmth against her skin had turned cold. Keep it together, he kept saying to herself, be an adult. What kind of adult would piss her pants twice in one day? Evelyn began driving again until she got home. However, she was unsure how she would get inside without being noticed. Luckily for her, when she opened the door to the house, she wasn't met by her daughter's voice or her presence. She sighed. She got lucky this time. The first thing she did at home was clean herself, then her car, and finally her bedroom, which was already stinking too much. With a lot of effort, she managed to make her mattress stop stinking, and when she finished, she sat down in front of the TV in the living room, filled a glass of wine, and turned the TV on to find one of her favorite shows. At that precise moment, not far from there, Hailee was walking back home, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to go through with her plan. After all, even if her mother was a wreck, it was still her mother. She was supposed to respect her. Though, how could she respect a woman who could barely take care of herself? How could she respect a woman that would irresponsibly drink whenever life got difficult? How could she respect someone that would wet her bed and not even clean after herself right away? These thoughts flooded Hailee's mind as she opened the door, only to find her mom sleeping on the couch with her glass of wine spilled on the floor. Hailee closed the door and got closer to her mother. There she was, almost forty, sleeping like a baby and, as she suspected, with her pants completely soaked. No more doubt, Hailee was going to act now. She would have to leave home again, but if she succeeded, things at home would change dramatically. The question now was, how would her mother take it? Chapter Four Evelyn woke up, and her heart stopped. No, no, no, she kept saying to herself as her hands began feeling her wet clothes and the wet couch. She wanted to cry again, but that's when she noticed Hailee sitting opposite her. "Hi, mom," she said calmly, like a grownup finding a toddler in a difficult position. "Are you okay?" "Hailee," said Evelyn, almost out of breath, "I'm fine. I thought you were going to stay out late with your friends." "It's already past twelve." "Well, why aren't you sleeping already?" Hailee only smiled. "Maybe, if it had only been the wine spilled on the ground and the broken glass. I would've just left you to it," she said, towering over her mother with only her presence, "But the smell of your pee is too terrible to ignore. You should start drinking more water." "Pee?" Evelyn chuckled, pretending not to know what her daughter was talking about, "I'm afraid I'm not following." "Oh, I'll put it in words you can understand then. Baby Evelyn went potty in her pants. Is that better?" "I will not tolerate your sarcasm, young lady," said Evelyn, standing up and feeling her cold soaked clothes against her skin. But, even standing straight, Evelyn was shorter than Hailee, and her daughter's fitness routine had paid off. She was built like an athlete compared to Evelyn's wobbly bits and slightly chunky face. "You go to your room," said Evelyn, mustering all her rage and frustration, trying to intimidate her daughter. Hailee only smiled, "I don't think so. You see, mom," she said, holding Evelyn by the wrist, "I think it is time for some changes around here, especially where it concerns our relationship. For years I've been worrying about you. After dad died, you stopped being yourself. Drinking, being irresponsible with your work, going out with your dead-beat friends. But I said nothing out of respect. Now I understand that I must do this, not because I respect you but because I love you." Evelyn did not understand what was said, or that was until Hailee sat down and placed her against her lap. The first swap was enough to make the grownup feel like the smallest and most pathetic creature in the world. As it continued, she cried like the toddler her daughter claimed she was. She couldn't stop it, she tried, but Hailee's strength was too much for her. Once she finished, Hailee removed her mother's soaked clothes and began caressing her mother's butt. "It's okay," she said to the crying 39-year-old, "It's okay. If you are good and listen, I won't have to do it again. Understood?" Evelyn just kept crying, though she had to admit that the caressing was helping with the pain. "Understood?" In fear, Evelyn peed herself a little. She nodded. "I want you to say, yes, mommy," said Hailee, "Now, do you understand?" Evelyn didn't answer, which made Haile place her back on her lap. But, before she could start spanking her again... "Please, mommy, I'll be good," said Evelyn, sealing her faith. Chapter Five Hailee took her mother to her bathroom, where a hot bath awaited her. She deposited the 39-year-old woman there as if she handling a toddler. Even going as far as to give her some rubber ducks to play with. Evelyn, however, seemed to just be broken inside and rejected the toys. But, that didn't discourage Hailee. She also got naked and got inside the bathtub with her new baby. She cleaned Evelyn, paying extra attention to her butt and special parts, knowing they had already been resting in pee for hours. When she finished, she left the bath and got dried. It was at that moment that Evelyn noticed the difference between her daughter and her. Hailee was already taller, and she knew that, but her body seemed to have been carved by the gods. Not only could she see her muscles and low-fat abs, but her breasts were massive and perky, and her butt was round and classy. Not even at her best had Evelyn looked that way, making her feel even smaller than the bath and spanking combined. Her daughter was a grownup and looked like one, and she felt like a toddler comparing herself to her mommy. Once Hailee was dried, she helped her mother out and dried her too. Evelyn felt a tingling sensation when she started drying her butt and parts but said nothing and hoped Hailee hadn't noticed. Then, Hailee took her mother by the hand and led her to the room. Evelyn stood in shock as soon as the door opened. "No, no, please. I'll be better," said Evelyn with her eyes on the package of diapers lying on her bed. Besides them, a small, babyish skirt and what seemed to be a pink adult onesie with the words I Love Mommy, "I will not wear that. It was just one accident." Hailee pulled her inside the room. "Just one accident?" She asked, placing her mother on the bed, "Just one accident? Are you lying to mommy?" Evelyn froze. "I...I...I swear it was just this time." "So you haven't been wetting the bed for the last couple of weeks? Your room does not stink to pee because of that? What could it be then?" Evelyn felt like crying again as her daughter placed the diaper under her butt, carefully spread some baby powder around her special parts, and closed the nappy. "I can't believe the first time I'm changing a diaper is to my own mother, and not because of old age," said Hailee, finishing her mother and helping her get inside the onesie. "I think I did an outstanding job, don't you think?" Evelyn didn't answer. She just sat in bed, looking at herself in the mirror. Instead of an almost 40-year-old woman, she saw an overgrown baby. Her hair was put in pigtails for the final touch, and her shame was completed. She thought about Michael and what he would say if he ever saw her like this. She thought about Brenda and how she would react if she saw her. And then, she began crying again. Hailee reacted almost immediately. She carried her mother, though with a little difficulty given her size and weight, but still, she managed to do it. She moved her around in her arms the way parents do with babies. After some minutes, Evelyn felt better; soon, she was fast asleep in her daughter's arms. Chapter Six Evelyn woke up in her room, disorientated but rested. She was glad there was no pee in her bed this time. However, that was only until she remembered what had happened. There it was, between her legs, the completely soaked diaper she was wearing under her pink onesie. It was already morning, so she stood, decided to take a shower, and start her day, putting behind the nightmare of the previous night. Luckily, it was already Saturday, and she had no classes or other responsibilities. She could just rest and avoid Hailee all day if necessary. But, before she could start removing her soaked diaper and pink onesie, her door opened. Hailee went in, holding some baby powder and a bag full of adult diapers. Like the day before, she looked stunning and towering; Evelyn couldn't help but feel like the toddler her daughter claimed her to be. "Good morning, little one," said Hailee, "I see you are wet." "How did...?" Muttered Evelyn. "Your onesie is sagging. Big time" "I...I was gonna take a shower." "Oh, well, it's not your fault. I forgot to explain the new rules." "Rules?" "Yes, rules," said Hailee, sitting in her mother's bed and calling her to sit by her side, "Come to me, baby" Evelyn did as told, though she felt her legs heavy with every step she took toward her daughter. She sat, her soggy and wet diaper pressing against her skin. She felt a shiver going through her body. "Do you know why I'm doing this to you?" Cause I peed myself, Evelyn thought, but she didn't answer. She only shook her head while staring at her feet. "Since dad passed away, you've been acting irresponsibly. I thought it was your way of coping with it. Still, I was hoping you would move on," said Hailee, holding her mother's chin so they could look each other in the eyes, "But things have actually gotten worse. Well, most people are like that if it was just the lateness, messiness, or the drinking. I don't like it, but it is what it is. The pee, though." Evelyn felt like crying again; everything her daughter was saying was true. That's when she began feeling a rumble in her tummy, which could only mean one thing. She hoped Hailee would end soon so she could go straight to the bathroom, but her daughter kept going. "That was the straw that broke the camel's back. How can I respect you, my mother, if you are peeing yourself in your sleep? Apparently, peeing your car too. And now, sitting next to me wearing a wet diaper. Don't you feel this as something more natural?" Evelyn began crying again. "You don't have to pretend to be an adult again. You will have no more responsibilities around the house but being a good girl, and I think even you could manage that." Said Hailee, pulling her mother towards her and embracing her the way a mother would do to an upset child. Evelyn was feeling like a failure of a mother. She didn't want to admit to her daughter that it did feel more natural. But, her body chose to answer for her. It was first a wet fart that made Hailee chuckle, and Evelyn cried even more. Then, her bowels gave up, and she felt the mushy warmth of her own poo filling her already soggy diaper. She began crying even harder, like a baby, and Hailee knew what was going on. She did not push her mother away. She embraced her even closer as she filled her diaper. When she was finished, she carried her again, the way she had done the day before, and kissed her forehead. "It's okay. It's okay, baby. I will take care of you." She took her mother to the bathroom and began undressing her- First the onesie, to reveal a completely soggy brown diaper already starting to leak. Evelyn did nothing as her mommy began to remove her diaper. The smell was too much, but none said a word about it. The poo sticking to her butt and special parts were hard to remove, so Hailee didn't even try. She placed her mother in the shower and turned on the hot water. When the poo was gone and her mother was clean, she dried her and took her back to the room, where she placed a fresh diaper on her and dressed her in a baby blue onesie. As for Evelyn, this was her life now. She was no longer the mother but the baby of the family, her daughter's baby. Chapter Seven "Okay, let's try again," said Hailee, sitting in the bed with Evelyn in her lap, "We didn't really get to the rules, did we?" Evelyn shook her head. "Well, obviously, the first rule is that you will call me mommy. No matter who is around or where we are at. Understood?" "But, what about at..." Evelyn wanted to protest, but Hailee shut her up. "No matter who is around. I know you are a small, little baby, but it shouldn't be too difficult to understand that. Now, do you understand?" Evelyn nodded. "I want you to use your word." "I understand, mommy," said Evelyn, burying her face against her daughter's perfect breasts. "There, there, look, I'm doing this because I love you, mom, though I think calling you mom at this point will feel weird. So, you'll be baby Evy or baby Evelyn if you misbehaved," She said, holding her mother close to her, wondering how far she could push her into her new babyhood. When Evelyn was feeling more comfortable, she continued. "The next rule is a bit tough but important. You are not allowed to go to the bathroom as long as you are home. You will go to work like normal, for now. But once you come back is diapers, onesies, and everything I choose for you. Is that understood?" Evelyn was glad she didn't have to wear diapers outside her home, but the idea of not being able to go to the bathroom at all seemed too far. "What if I need to go potty for number two?" She said, surprising herself and Hailee with how babyish her answer was. Hailee smiled. "You already pooped yourself in your diaper. I think that's enough of an answer." Evelyn felt ashamed and pathetic again. She was about to turn 40. How could she be sitting in her daughter's lap, wearing only a diaper and a onesie, and listening to her many accidents? "The last two rules I do because I care about you. You are not allowed to go out again. From now on, you come straight home to be my baby. And the last rule, nor more drinking. I mean it." "But my birthday..." "Not buts. Babies only drink their mommy's milk, which at this moment is not possible, but soon." Soon, thought Evelyn, what did she mean for that? But before she could ask, Hailee stood up, carrying her with no problem, and took her down to the living room. She could not believe it. In her living room, where once was her favorite reclinable chair, now stood a big playpen filled with toys, dolls, and other babyish items. "What do you think?" "I...I..." "As I said before, there will be no more responsibilities for you. So, while mommy cleans, cooks, and works, you'll be in your playpen. I can even put on Encanto or Coco for you while you play. I know you like them." Evelyn felt like walking out, she wanted to stand up for herself, but she didn't. Her bladder let go, and she allowed her daughter to get her inside her new prison. Chapter Eight Evelyn watched Encanto first. She had to admit that she did enjoy the movie; then it was time for Coco, though before Hailee could put the other movie, she placed her hands on her mother's diaper. Wet already, but it could take a little more. "Ready for Coco?" She asked. Evelyn only nodded, accepting Hailee's offer of a coke-filled baby bottle. She was glad it wasn't just milk or something less tasty. She was given some chips to snack on while watching the movie, and then Hailee left her alone in her playpen again. In Evelyn's mind, if she could prove that she was a good girl, she could regain her mother's status in the house. But, to do so, she needed to stop having accidents and be on her best behavior. That shouldn't be too hard. She was an adult, after all. Time passed, and before she could think about it, the movie was at its climax. But that's when she felt a familiar sensation in her tummy, and it was a strong one. She tried to stand up and leave the playpen, but the bars were too tall for her, and her soggy diaper didn't help at all. The cold sweats started, and she knew if she didn't make it to the bathroom right away, she would have another accident, and she wanted to avoid that as much as possible. So, she climbed the playpen bars, using all of her strength to get out, which she almost did, but that's when Hailee got back into the room. "What do you think you are doing?" She asked with a severe tone. Evelyn didn't know what to say, but her body did. Once again, she let out a wet fart, followed by another one and another one. She felt herself beginning to cry, and she fell back inside her playpen. The fall was enough to let loose everything inside of her. The mushy and warm poo began feeling every part of her diaper, making her more uncomfortable as she cried her eyes out. When she had finished disgracing herself, her bladder released its contents. She was left in a poodle of her own making, hoping her diaper would hold. She cried. She cried like a baby would. She wanted to be clean and be done with it. "Mommy," she said in between sobs of despair, "Mommy." Hailee looked down at her mom, sitting on her own shit and crying like a real one-year-old. A part of her felt bad for what she was doing to her mother, but another one felt a strong urge to hold her until she felt safe. After all, a grownup woman wouldn't be crying because she messed her diaper, only a baby would, and her mother was only a baby now. Chapter Nine The rest of the weekend went by as expected, at least to Hailee. Her mother had constantly failed to keep her dignity, peeing and pooping herself multiple times a day and crying whenever it happened. It hadn't even been a week, and her mother was already acting like the baby Hailee knew she was. But, Monday was here, and Evelyn would have to go to work soon. "Good morning, baby," said Hailee, waking up her mother. "Morning," she said, still half asleep. "It's time to wake up. We need to get you ready for work, remember?" "But..." Evelyn said, thinking about all the accidents she's been having in the last couple of days. Would she be able to go through an entire class without one? "But what?" Asked Hailee. "I don't want to go," she said, like a little child not wanting to go to school. "You have to, though. Unless you want our little arrangement to become more permanent," said Hailee, helping her mother off the bed. "Permanent?" "Well, the only time you'll be out of diapers and pretending to be an adult is at work. So, if you don't want to work anymore, I don't see any reason to keep pretending at all. You'll be my baby 24/7. How does that sound?" She asked, smiling and kissing her mother on the forehead. "No," said Evelyn, getting angry at the whole situation again, "I'm not a baby." "Then prove it. Stand up, let's get you ready, and pretend to be an adult at least for a couple of hours today." "I will," said Evelyn, "I'm an adult. I don't have to pretend." Hailee only stared at her soggy wet diaper, knowing that her mother hadn't even realized she had wet herself in her sleep again. "Tell you what. If you can go the entire week to work, on time, like a responsible adult, and come back home to honor our agreement. I'll think about allowing you to be an adult once more," said Hailee, thinking just how ridiculous her mother would look if she had an accident in front of her classroom, "What do you say?" Evelyn nodded, "Deal. Get ready to stop changing diapers soon." "We'll see," said Hailee, carrying her mother as if she was nothing but an infant, "Now, let's get you ready." Chapter Ten Evelyn stepped into her car and decided to show her daughter that she was the mother and she was a responsible grownup. She went straight to work, arriving early for the first time in years. She sat at her desk, waiting for her class to arrive, thinking about how she had spent her weekend. Did she actually let her daughter put her in diapers and onesies? Did she actually have all those accidents? Now, sitting at her desk, wearing an adult woman's clothes, she kept wondering what was wrong with her. But, before she could delve into her thoughts longer, she heard a familiar voice. "What a surprise," said Michael, looking as handsome as always with that beautiful smile, "I don't think I've ever seen you this early here. A nice surprise, to be honest." "Oh, hi, Michael," said Evelyn, blushing. "How was your weekend?" Evelyn froze for a second. She had spent her weekend pissing, messing herself, and letting her daughter deal with it. But that's obviously not something she could tell Michael. "Just some quality time with my daughter," she said, and it wasn't a lie. "Cool," said Michael, sitting as the rest of the class started to arrive. The first thirty minutes went by fast. Evelyn talked about Jane Austen and her favorite book by her. She felt like a mature woman, but that was about to change quickly. When the class was arriving at its second half, she began feeling a familiar pressure on her tummy. Evelyn stopped all of a sudden. She needed the bathroom and soon. She stopped talking in the middle of a sentence and gave her first step towards the door. But, her body had other plans. As soon as she moved, she let out a loud wet fart. Everyone started laughing, "I'm sorry. I'm not feeling too well." Said Evelyn, blushing and panicking. She tried to move again. This time the fart was louder and bigger, and probably something more than just a fart. The students laughed, all but Michael, who had his eyes on Evelyn's pants. He had a younger sister, and part of him thought about her as he saw Evelyn trying her best to reach the door. One more step, but it was over. Evelyn squatted right in front of her students, allowing her butthole to relax and letting everything she had inside out. It was a soft, mushy poo that found its way around her panties and into her pants. No one laughed this time, no one said a thing, and the only thing one could hear was Evelyn's bowels release it and her desperate cry. For her, it felt like an eternity, and once it was over, she just wanted her mommy to come to clean her. But she wasn't anywhere near, making her cry even harder. For the students, however, it was a bizarre show. A forty-year-old woman crying like a baby because she had just filled her pants. All of them, in silence, neither moved except Michael. He stood up, got closer to the crying woman, and held her hand. "It's okay," he said, "Come with me." Evelyn didn't know what to do, so she just obeyed. She let herself be led outside the classroom, outside the school, and into Michael's car. He put a plastic bag on the back seat and sat her there. "Where do you live?" He asked. Evelyn didn't answer. She was still sobbing, and now sitting, she could feel the mushy warmth against her skin. What had she done? Chapter Eleven Hailee had arrived home after work, hoping to be greeted by her mother in her best behavior. But, her mother wasn’t anywhere to be found. It was okay, she should be getting home in the next twenty minutes, or she would be in trouble. She was about to lay in bed for a little nap when her phone started ringing. Hailee picked up. It was her mother. “Mom, are you on your way?” “Hello,” said a deep, masculine voice, “Is this Hailee?” “Yes,” said Hailee, going full mama bear, “Where’s my mother? Who are you? Is she okay?” “My name is Michael. I’m a student at your mother’s university. I’m afraid Evelyn’s had an accident...” There was a second of silence “Accident? Is she okay? Where is she? Is she in the hospital?” “Yeah, I’m sorry,” said Michael, chuckling a little, “I understand how that might’ve sounded. But, it’s not that kind of accident.” “Kind of accident?” And then, it hit her. Her mother was not in the ER or hurt in any way physically. No, this guy meant accident as in a not-making-it-to-the-bathroom accident. She couldn’t believe her mother would just wet herself at work. Or, she could believe it, but it wasn’t something she was expecting so soon. She didn’t even make it through a week of work before she disgraced herself in front of everyone. Hailee sighed. “Where is she?” “She’s sobbing next to me. I’ve been trying to get her to tell me where to take her. But...” “It’s okay. Can you bring her here?” “Sure. Just give me the address, and we’ll be on our way.” Hailee gave Michale their home address, and then she only needed to wait. Her mother would never be out of diapers, something Hailee had been planning, and now the moment was so close. Around twenty minutes passed when she heard a car park outside the house and a knock on the door. She opened the door and was met by a handsome man with mysterious eyes and just as tall as her. He smiled at her and didn’t say anything at first. “Hailee?” “Michael?” He nodded. “I wasn’t expecting someone so...good-looking,” he said, blushing, “I’m sorry we had to meet like this. But, I have your mother in my car.” “Oh, right. The baby.” “The baby?” Hailee nodded and gave Michale a sign to follow her. They both started walking towards the car, where they found an Evelyn in the back seat sitting over a plastic back. She had very red cheeks, and she was sucking on her thumb. “The baby,” she said, “She’s been having a lot of accidents at night. Then, she started having them whenever she napped. And now, apparently, she’s just losing control of herself. So, I put her back in diapers this weekend. I should’ve kept her in them.” “Diapers?” “Yeah. She seems like an educated, smart woman. But she’s truly just a baby in need of her mommy,” said Hailee, opening the door to pick Evelyn, “She stinks. I’m sorry she did that. I can pay for someone to clean your car. That’s the least I can do.” “That’s okay. If you truly want to make it up to me. Why don’t you let me take you out one of these days?” Hailee picked Evelyn in her arms like a mother would to a sleeping toddler. “I would love that,” she said, “You have my number. Don’t you?” Michael nodded. “Well, Michael. I have to take care of the little one. But, I’ll be looking forward to your call.” “Nice meeting you.” “Nice meeting you, too.” Michael opened all the windows in his car, went inside, and left. Meanwhile, Hailee took Evelyn inside. Her mother’s regression was progressing faster than she had expected. She wondered if Evelyn was ready for the next step. Is not as if she had any say in the matter. Soon, Evelyn would be nothing but the baby of the family, and she would be her mommy. Chapter Thirteen In the dream, Evelyn was in front of her class. She was wearing big girl undies and a professional suit. She was talking about her favorite female writers and how empowered she felt by their work. Everyone was paying attention to her, and she was proud of herself. But, it didn’t last long. Her daughter entered the classroom. Everyone seemed to know why but Evelyn. Hailee said nothing as she pulled down Evelyn’s pants to reveal a big, thick diaper. There was silence, and then the laugh began. Everyone was laughing; even Michael and Evelyn could do nothing but drop to her knees as she pushed a big, mushy poo. When she was finished, her daughter congratulated her on being such a good baby. And proceeded to change her right there, with everyone looking at them. Evelyn just cried like a toddler as she sucked her thumb. Then, she woke up. Her memory seemed to be failing a little. She had no idea how she got into her house, but she was sitting in her playpen, and she had a very obvious mess in her panties. It felt cold around her crotch and a little bit itchy. She tried to remember what had happened, and then it hit her. What unfolded in her classroom just hours before came back like a flood and was enough to make her cry again. This time, however, it was a desperate cry. The kind of cry you should expect from a lost kid in a supermarket looking for her mommy. And that was exactly what Evelyn wanted. “Mommy,” she cried, “Mommy.” But there was no answer. It must have been a couple of minutes of Evelyn crying desperately. Although, to the mother of the house, it felt like an eternity when her daughter finally appeared. She was wearing an apron and nothing else, which made Evelyn feel a tingling sensation in her crotch. Though, that might have been the pee escaping into her already soaked and messy panties. “Oh, you are awake. Good.” Evelyn was still sobbing, “What...what happened?” “Well, according to Michael, he took you to his car after your...scene at college. And at some point, you fell asleep,” she said as if there was nothing wrong with it, “I must admit I was surprised. If you wanted to be a baby so bad, you could’ve just told me. You didn’t need to disgrace yourself in front of your students.” “I didn’t...” “You didn’t what, exactly?” She said, getting closer to Evelyn’s playpen, “You are going to tell me that you are not sitting on your own shit. That one of your students doesn’t need to wash his car ‘cause he brought you home. That you are a responsible adult... don’t make me laugh. I thought I could just let you be an adult at work. But, now I see you cannot even pretend to be one for a few hours.” “Pretend?” “You are a baby. You are my baby. And that’s everything you’ll be from now on.” “No,” said Evelyn, crying even louder, “I don’t wanna. Mommy, pwease.” Hailee chuckled. “Look at you. You already know what you are. Just don’t fight it anymore,” she said, grabbing her by the armpits and lifting her, “If you thought the weekend was bad. Just wait to see what I have in store for you. Chapter Thirteen Brenda heard what happened to Evelyn, and she wanted to know if it was true or not. She had had her fair amount of accidents, but only when drunk, which was pretty often. On more than one occasion, her own daughter had found her passed out and completely soaked. But at least she's never done it in public. She wanted to know if everything they said about Evelyn was true, and surely Evelyn would admit it to her best friend. She picked up her phone. "Hello? Who is it?" Asked Hailee. "Hailee. It's me, Brenda. Remember? A Colleague of your mother's," said Brenda, "Is your mommy around? I need to talk to her." Hailee turned to see her mother. Evelyn was sitting in her playpen, playing with her toys and sucking on her pacifier. She was wearing nothing but her clearly soaked diapers. Her breasts, tummy, and legs are on full display. "My mother is not available at the moment." "Should I call later?" "I do not think she'll be available in a long time." Evelyn stood up, squatted, and began punishing. Hailee could see the concentration on her face as a loud wet fart was heard. Then another and another, and then, she heard the unmistakable sound of her mother filling her diapers. "Well, right now, I need to change her diapers. But, if you don't mind babysitting. I could use someone to look after the baby next Friday. I have a date, and I don't think I want to have the baby with me all night." "Diapers? Baby? What are you talking about?" When she was finished, Evelyn started hearing the conversation as Hailee recapped the story of how an almost forty-year-old became her daughter's baby girl. She had now accepted her position in life. Still, it didn't mean she didn't feel betrayed whenever her daughter displayed her infantile lifestyle to others. Not knowing what else to do and feeling the uncomfortableness of her own mess, she sat down and began crying. Something normal now in the house. After all, that's what babies do when they need a change and their mommies. "Oh, the baby is crying now," said Hailee, and then something came to her attention. She had an idea. Hailee got closer to Evelyn's playpen. "You know what. I'll let her explain things better." Evelyn shook her head, sobbing. "Yes, please," said Brenda, in shock but amused. Hailee offered her mother the phone, but Evelyn didn't want it. "It's an order," said Hailee, "And you know what will happen if you disobey." Evelyn nodded and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" She asked. "Evelyn. Is that you?" Asked Brenda, hearing Evelyn's hard breathing and sobs. "Yes" "Is what Hailee told me true? Are you wearing a wet diaper and letting her treat you like a baby? Are you sick in your mind? What the fuck..." "Mommy, pwease," Evelyn pleaded, "I no wants to." "Go on. Tell her what's the state of your diaper unless you want to go on mommy's lap again." Evelyn shook her head. "Hewos Bwenda, me has made poopy in my diapy, and now mommy's gonna change me," said Evelyn, sobbing even harder, knowing if she didn't tell Brenda the truth, she would receive a spanking. Hailee chuckled. Brenda laughed. There was a moment of silence in which nothing but Evelyn's sobs could be heard. "You are so sick. I cannot believe we were ever friends. Wait until I tell this to everyone we know." Evelyn began crying. Then, Brenda hung up. Hailee lifted her mother and carried her all the way back to her room. She could feel Evelyn's soaked and messy diaper against her arm, and the feeling was intoxicating. Her mother was already submitting to her, and there seemed to be nothing she wouldn't do if the promise of avoiding a spanking was given. She placed Evelyn over the table, thinking that it was time to step up the game. "What do you think of Brenda? Her daughter and I go to the same gym. I wonder if you'd like a new playmate. God knows Angie is tired of her mother's irresponsible antics," she said, removing Evelyn's diaper to expose her mess, "What you reckon? I think she can make for a cute baby." Evelyn didn't answer right away. But, after the way Brenda had treated her, she wanted the satisfaction of seeing her in the same situation. She nodded. "Good," said Hailee, cleaning her mom's crotch. When she was done, she began kissing her mother's skin, which made Evelyn tremble and blush. Hailee knew the power she had over her mother, and it wasn't just because of the punishments. But, before Evelyn could enjoy it more, she spread the baby powder and locked her in a new diaper. "I think it's time for a nap. Don't you think, baby?" Evelyn didn't answer. She knew she had no say in the matter. If Hailee said it was time for a nap, it was time for a nap. Final Chapter It has been almost a month since Evelyn’s accident in her classroom. Since then, she has been living as her daughter’s baby girl every day. No matter where, when, or who was around. At first, it was embarrassing, especially when Hailee took her for a walk around the neighborhood. Jonas and Caitlyn, the couple next door that was just in their twenties, thought Evelyn was looking so cute wearing a short dress that made her diaper quite visible. She was sucking on her pacifier, so she couldn’t answer. But, Hailee invited them to visit whenever they felt like it. It was a well-known fact around the block that they couldn’t have kids of their own, so they were more than thrilled to spend some time with baby Evy. Caitlyn even offered herself to babysit whenever Hailee needed help. “Thanks,” said Hailee, pushing the stroller where Evelyn was trying to hide “You hear that, baby girl? I’ve got you a new babysitter. It will be needed after Angie starts Brenda’s regression.” Evelyn didn’t answer. She began feeling a familiar sensation in her tummy, knowing that she would soon embarrass herself even more, and probably in front of strangers. “Whe da we going, mommy?” asked Evelyn through her pacifier. “I love it when you speak babyish to me, little one.” Evelyn blushed. “Well. We now have a new babysitter. But, it doesn’t mean you will just spend all your time in the house…I spoke with a friend who runs a childcare service. She says she can look after you in the mornings while mommy is occupied,” she said with a big smile, “It is very important to socialize with little girls like you. Well, smaller than you, but little girls nonetheless. So, you’ll be playing with other babies from now on. Isn’t that great?” “Nou,” said Evelyn, fighting her urge to make a mess in her diaper, “Pwease, mommy. I be goo girl. Pwease. Don’t leave me twere” “I’m afraid that’s not up to you.” Hailee kept pushing the stroller when she heard a loud wet fart. She stopped. “Are you…?” Another wet fart. If she could not fight her daughter, she would at least make it more difficult for her. She would now have to go back home to change her messy diaper. At least, that was Evelyn’s thought. But, it wasn’t what happened. Instead of turning back, Hailee kept going. It was minutes later when she stopped that Evelyn realized where she was. It was a two-floor building painted in bright colors, like orange and yellow. In the walls, she could see cartoon characters from all the movies Hailee had been forcing her to watch. “Mommy…I nees changies. Home, mommy. Home.” “Oh no, little one. Mommy is not going to deal with that messy diapy. That’s what this place is for. Don’t worry. They'll have you clean and fresh in no time so that you can go play with the other babies.” They went in. The place inside was full of kids of various ages. There were five-year-olds playing with toys and dolls on one side. In another room, kids under five, singing and coloring. There was even a room for the older kids. The ones that weren’t young adults yet. As they got closer to the reception, Evelyn felt the need to pee. Knowing she wouldn’t be allowed to go to the bathroom under any circumstances, she let it go. But, that also released more mushy poo into her already full diaper. She wanted her mommy to change her, and she wanted it now. So, she did what all babies do when they need something urgetnly. Evelyn started crying. That caused two girls around seven to turn to where Hailee had stopped. “Is that an…” said one of them. “That’s an adult crying.” Hailee smiled, and Evelyn cried even harder. “That’s no adult. That’s baby Evy.” Said a grown-up, getting closer to where Evelyn was. “She is too big to be a baby,” said one of the little girls. “Well. She is a bit big. But don’t be fooled by that. She is the babiest baby you’ll ever meet,” said Hailee, picking Evelyn up, “She even has a stinky diaper to prove it.” “Ugh,” said both girls in unison “Not even my baby sister does that anymore. And she’s just two,” said one of them. “Okay, girls. Go back to your classroom,” said the grown-up. They obeyed immediately. She was maybe Evelyn’s age. Maybe even a year or two younger. But, just like Hailee, she was tall and muscular. She had long black hair and piercing black eyes. And her breasts were huge. Even bigger than Evelyn’s. “I’m glad you decided to come,” she said, “We’ll take good care of baby Evy. Don’t we?” Hailee handled Evelyn to this new woman. “I’m sorry. She just had an accident right before coming in.” “That’s okay. She must be afraid to be away from her mommy.” Evelyn wanted to nod and go back to her mommy’s arms. But, this new woman was too strong, and she kept Evelyn in place. She held her with just one arm as if Evelyn was indeed a child that weighed nothing. “Thanks so much for taking care of her,” said Hailee, “I gotta run now. Lots of work this morning.” “Go. Baby Evy and I will have a lot of fun.” Hailee kissed Evelyn’s forehead and left. Not seeing her mommy anymore and not knowing this mysterious woman just made Evelyn cry even harder. That’s when the woman started ricking her in her arms. “I think you might be hungry. Aren’t you?” She wasn’t. She just wanted out. She wanted her previous life. It wasn’t much, but it was far better than this. “No problem. I got something you’ll love.” She took Evelyn to an empty room with just one couch and sat on it, placing Evelyn carefully in her lap. The woman unbuttoned her blouse and showed Evelyn her nursing bra. She opened it to Evelyn’s surprise, offering her a huge nipple. It was massive, and on the top, she could see a white milky drop. Evelyn shook her head. But, it was in vain. The woman pushed Evelyn’s head against her breast. And, the once mother had no choice but to start sucking. It was humiliating but, in a weird way, comforting. So, with nothing left to do, she just let herself enjoy it. The mysterious woman smiled as she felt Evelyn sucking on her breast. She even began singing her a lullaby while she rubbed Evelyn’s messy diaper. “Good girl,” she said, “I’m auntie Erica. I’m going to take good care of you, baby.”
  5. Hi guys! Here's a new story which is on-going in my Patreon. Check it out if you want to read similar stories of regression, role-reversal, sissy stories, and more. There are also some Patreon exclusives that won't make it here, and the complete story of Evelyn's Regression, From Fatherhood to Babyhood, Rebecca's Second Babyhood, Babying James, and more. My Patreon is https://www.patreon.com/LittlerWriter?fan_landing=true Prologue Elena sat in her room, playing video games as she usually did after school. Being neither a prominent student nor a popular one didn’t leave her with much to do. She was rather pretty, the kind of pretty people noticed, but she was also a bit of a tomboy. However, what people knew her the best for was her laziness. In school, she would mostly sleep during class, and she never made the effort to be friends with anyone. And as she was already in her senior year, there was not much hope for her mother, Caroline, that things would change anytime soon. It didn’t matter much. Caroline never thought that college was unnecessary. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was her daughter’s overall laziness in every aspect of life, especially in her personal hygiene. It was more than once a week that she would find her daughter’s panties damp or with brown streaks. She wondered what to do and if she actually could do anything to help her daughter change. She would never find a job, a spouse, or have a kid if she continued being so irresponsible. At this point, her younger daughter Claire would be completely potty trained, and her oldest... What could she do? Chapter One “Elena, it’s time for breakfast.” Her mother knocked on the door. But Elena didn’t answer. “Come on. We have to get to your aunt’s house. Don’t make me come in.” Nothing. Caroline opened her daughter’s door and went inside. The stink was no surprise. Elena would barely shower twice a week, but there was another smell. Having a young child and all, she was able to detect what it was and where it came from. In the bed, her daughter slept peacefully. She got closer, uncovering the sleeping girl. As she had suspected, she had wet the bed. That was new, it had never happened. She woke Elena up. “Mom. What the fuck. You aren’t supposed to come in without knocking,” said the sleepy girl, opening her eyes, “What are....” She looked down to see her wet bed. “Care to explain?” Elena shook her head, going back to sleep, “It was just an accident. You know I don’t like to wake up during the night.” “This is unbelievable. You are eighteen years old, not eighteen months. Claire is not even three, and she can spend the night without an accident!” “Whatever.” Caroline wasn’t going to take it any longer. “Enough is enough. She grabbed Elena’s wrist and dragged her out of bed towards her bathroom.” “Mom, what are you doing? Let me go!” Caroline turned on the shower and began undressing her daughter. “You shower while I deal with your room. And do it right. I don’t want you stinking all the way to your aunt’s house. When we get back, we’ll have a long talk about your immaturity, young lady.” ... Elena did as told, though she wasn’t happy about it. How dare her mother to treat her that way? She wasn’t a kid anymore. If she had an accident, she would deal with it, not her mother. She sighed as she began dressing up for the visit to their aunt’s house. If mom wants to treat me like a baby, she thought, I’ll give her a baby. ... The trip to Caroline’s sister's house was a long one. So, as an experienced mother, Caroline just put Claire in a diaper, hoping she wouldn’t mind. She did, though. Claire was excited at the prospect of being a big girl, and diapers were just for babies. She didn’t need them as much as before, and she was working hard to be fully potty trained like mommy and her sister Elena. “Alright, girls. Let’s go. We have a couple of hours of journey,” said Caroline, turning the car on, “Any music petitions?” “Frozen!” Said Claire, excited. Elena didn’t answer. She just put on her headphones and began playing on her phone. Something her mother hated, but she never did anything about it except complain from time to time. But that was about to change. “Elena. Take those off your ears.” She ignored her. “Elena!” She ignored her. “Claire. Would you be a big girl and hand me your sister’s phone and headphones?” Claire nodded enthusiastically. She took away Elena’s headphones and phone with a swift move. “What the fuck. Mom, Claire just took my phone.” “Yes,” said Caroline, picking up her phone and headphones and placing them in the glove compartment, “I told her to do it.” “Why?” “Cause we are on a family trip. I won’t have you hooked to your phone all day. You can have it back when you get back home.” “That’s unfair. I don’t want to listen to faking Frozen.” There was a short moment of silence as Caroline stopped the car. She turned to face her daughters. “Listen to me, young lady. I’m tired of your behavior. I swear if you say another word like that again, you’ll be sorry.” “Fuck,” said Elena, feeling like a proper adult, “Fuck, fuck fuck.” Caroline turned to her younger daughter, “Sweetie, you are such a good girl.” Claire smiled, “Thanks, mommy.” Caroline opened her car’s door and went straight to get Elena. It wasn’t too difficult. Elena was a thin and slightly short girl, more like their father had been before he passed away. So, Caroline easily picked her up, sitting on the back seat and placing Elena over her lap. “What the fuck are you doing?” She demanded to know. Caroline, however, was in no mood to deal with her any longer. She removed Elena’s pants and her underwear, exposing her bare butt. “You are going to learn a lesson.” She began spanking with all her strength, channeling her anger towards her daughter until Elena’s butt was looking bright red instead of the soft white it had been before. But she didn’t stop. Not even when her daughter, crying, begged her to do so. “Please,” said Elena as she cried out loud, “Let me go. Please. No.” “Are you going to behave?” She nodded. Caroline stopped. She turned to see Claire, who was shocked by the entire situation. “My dear, I’m sorry you had to see that.” Claire said nothing. Caroline let Elena out and helped her get her pants back on. They were in the middle of a road, so no one saw what had happened. But humiliating her daughter in front of people wasn’t Caroline’s goal. She just wanted her to act her age. Maybe now Elena would become the bright young lady Caroline was sure she could be.
  6. I found this gem in the archives of a long defunct bulletin board. I don't know who DTC/Dander9876 is/was - the only reference I can find is on the old Alt.Sex.Fetish.Diapers NewsNet group, and that is to a defunct AOL link. But from the time-stamp (GMT-5), it was someone in the Easter part of the US. Either way, it is a sweet story - enjoy. _______________________________________________ From: (Dander9786) Subject: WAITING FOR THUNDER chapter One Date: 3 Jan 1996 16:50:56 -0500 Waiting for Thunder BY THE DTC Introduction Who said the weather can't change your life? It changed mine. It all started when I was eleven years old. Chapter One THE FIRST TIME It started as a one night thing. Ever since I was really young I was afraid of lightning, and yes I wet myself when there was thunder. This one time, the weatherman said thunder was coming, and I got worried before it even got there. My mom pulled me aside and told me "Mikey, remember when grandma stayed with us and she wore diapers, well we have some left. I think you should wear one tonight since there is a storm coming and you know, you'll get scared." I couldn't argue with her, mainly because it sounded kind of fun to wear a diaper for one night. "Can you do it yourself or do you need me to do it for you?" She asked. Kind of a dumb question. I was eleven I had no clue how to put a diaper on. She did and my hand and led me to her room and had me lay on her bed. She was about to get me undressed when she stopped "You know, since it's getting late already. I think I'll just get your PJ's for you, and get them on you as well. I laid there nervously but a little excited as I waited for her to return. I was a little surprised to see she had picked out the footed sleeper my demented aunt had gotten me for Christmas, before I could argue she explained "I know, but I just figured it would hide the diaper better in case anyone came over tonight" As if anyone ever came over unannounced, but I opted not to complain. I stared at the ceiling as I felt her hands unbuckle buckle my belt and pull it free from my pants. She set the belt down next to me, and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I raised up a little so she could slide them out from under me and down to my ankles and finally completely off. She checked the pockets as always before throwing them in the clothes hamper. "Sit up honey" she said as she started to lift my shirt up, I did, and she pulled the shirt up over my head, and tickled me some while she had me blinded by my clothes. she threw my shirt in the hamper with my pants, and then had me lay back down. The last of my clothing, my underpants were slid out from under me as I turned red from embarrassment. My mother smiled acknowledging my embarrassment but didn't stop. She got up and grabbed one of grandmas diapers from the bag in her closet and returned to me. Again I raised up as she slid the diaper under me, and then pulled it tightly up my crotch. It was a little big for me, but mom said that would just make it work better, as she fasted the two tapes on each side. With my diaper on I stood up and mom helped me into my sleeper Zipping it all the way up, she smiled, kissed me on the forehead and said "You look so cute, I could just leave you like this forever, would you mind?" I jokingly said "Sure, why not" and she sent me with a slap to my well padded bottom, to go watch TV for a while. About an hour later, the thunder started getting close, and I instantly got scared. I yelled for my mom as I ran toward her room. I hoped on her bed and she grabbed me tight and held me as the thunder boomed above us. About the third lightning strike I felt myself wet my diaper. But I was too scared to care. I just let it flow into my diaper as I held on to my mom. Within an hour the lightning and thunder had gone off into the distance, and the sound was now so faint, it didn't bother me. My mom, seeing I had calmed down. Let go of me, and I wiped the tears from my cheeks as she patted my head. "Did you use your diaper honey?" I remembered my wet diaper, and was surprised that I hadn't felt wet, I felt dry, and it was kind of nice. "Yes mommy, I did" I said almost proud of the fact. My mom nodded to let me know she knew what I was thinking. "Well, I'll change you in a little while, why don't you go clean up your room some." I told her I would, and waddled off down the hall. The squishing of my diaper between my legs was somewhat comforting. It made me feel, I don't know, safe to be wearing a diaper. and somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard myself say I liked it. Chapter Two- THE CHANGE I had my room all clean and was watching TV when my mom finally came in to change me. To my surprise (and delight) she was holding another diaper. "Mikey honey, The weatherman says there might be more thunder tonight, so just to be safe, I think we should go ahead and put another diaper on you." I tried to hide my inner joy, but it escaped with my joyous response "OK!" as I started unzipping my sleeper so that my diaper could be changed. As I was undressing I saw myself in the mirror for the first time, and I had to admit, I did look cute in a diaper. Even if it was now sagging in the crotch from being heavily wet. I kicked off my sleeper and laid down on my bed, so Mom could change me. Mom giggled and talked to me as she changed me. "You know, it's been almost eight years since I have changed your diaper. You've gotten so big so fast, but you'll always be my little baby" I smiled at that. I loved it when she called me her little baby. Before I knew it I was diapered again, and my mom was handing me my sleeper to put back on. I got it on and zipped it up to the top. "Well, it's almost your bedtime, why don't you go brush your teeth and then get on into bed a little early tonight?" I usually would not have agreed, but for some reason I did tonight. I slept better than I had in years that night. My sleeper was so soft and warm, I had to admit I liked it, even though I cursed my aunt (behind her back of course) for getting me such childish clothes. There was no more thunder that night, but I used my diaper anyway. I had a bad dream and woke up in the middle of he night needing to pee real bad. But the dream had scared me and I didn't want to get out of bed, because the monsters might get me, so remembering my diaper, I just let it out. It was kind of nice, not wasting half the night about going to the bathroom. I just let it go and went right back to sleep. Chapter Three- DREAMS I woke up early since I had gone to bed early, so I went downstairs and turned on the TV, not really watching as I was still a little groggy, but I liked to lay on the couch and listen, and usually fall back asleep for a while. I did fall asleep on the couch, and I had a bad dream again, something was chasing me, I couldn't see what but it was after me, it finally grabbed me and I fell to the ground, and it grabbed me and..... I woke up screaming, but suddenly realized where I was. Mom was standing over me taking my wet diaper off of me, and I Jumped up and hugged her crying from the dream. mom sat down on the edge of the couch and just let me hold her till I felt better. After a few minutes I stopped crying and calmed down. "Well, are we feeling better now?" My mom asked me, I told her I was better now and said I was sorry for acting like a baby. "It's okay honey, we all get scared sometimes, it doesn't make you a baby" Mom always made me feel better. Mom went back to changing me, and with the wet diaper off she wiped me with a wash cloth to clean me up. "So am I putting another diaper on you?" The question confused me, Why was she asking me, there was no thunder in the morning, she can't possible know how much I like them, can she???...... Chapter Four- YES OR NO "Well, you can't stay naked all day, diapers or underpants?" She asked me again. I didn't know what to say, I knew I liked the diapers, but didn't want to admit it. " Mikey, There is a good chance there will be thunder this afternoon, but it's up to you" Possible thunder made it easier for me, and even at my young age I knew that mom had said that to make me feel better "I better wear a diaper then" I said trying to sound like I was giving in to my needs and not my desires. "Good choice" Mom said as she picked up a diaper she had brought with her. She got me diapered, then told me to get up and go get dressed. I ran upstairs to get dressed with the crinkling of my diaper following right behind me. I had to struggle to get my already tight jeans on over my diaper and upon looking in the mirror it was obvious I had a diaper on. I grabbed a baggy shirt from my closet and left it hanging out over my jeans to cover my bulging rear. Then I ran back downstairs to join my mom in the living room. Chapter Five- TO PEE OR NOT TO PEE I joined my mom on the couch and sat close to her as we watched the morning talk shows. My mom put her arm around me and held me closer to her, and I just stayed there enjoying my moms loving touch. Half way into the show I had to pee, and I had to pee bad. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to use my diaper cause I might get in trouble since it wouldn't be an accident, and I was kind of embarrassed to tell my mom to take my diaper off so I could go to the bathroom. I held it while I thought. Within minutes it was getting tough to hold it in, and mom finally noticed my straining "What's wrong honey" she asked me. I told her I had to pee real bad, and she looked at me and said then go pee! "But mom, I can't use my diaper if I don't have too, can I?" I asked in a tone that begged her to give me a yes answer. She did give me a yes, and with a sigh of relief I relaxed and let my bladder empty into my diaper. "Feel better now?" Mom asked me. Sighing again I said yes. "Do you need me to change you now?" she asked me next. "No, I can wait a while" I told her, I liked the feel of the diaper when it was swollen with pee and warm and squished when I moved. Mom just smiled and we went back to watching TV. After OPRAH mom changed me again. Commenting on how tight my pants were she suggested we go out after lunch and get a larger pair. I agreed even though it seemed silly since I was only wearing diapers for a day or two....... _______________________________________________ That's all there was. I've toyed with a continuation, but cannot find the original author to get permission. /WSwriter
  7. Prologue Hailee heard her mother crying through the baby monitor, and as she was already used to it, she left her desk and went straight to the nursery. When she opened the door she was hit by the smell of a very stinky diaper, and, knowing how bizarre the situation was, she stood there for a minute, with her eyes scanning the woman sitting in her pink crib. Her mother, who had been an elegant and beautiful woman just three months prior, was looking uncomfortable and with her eyes watery. Hailee knew she wanted a change, as if the smell wasn’t telling enough, but her mother’s eyes were saying something more. She could talk, if she needed something she could say it, but that’s not how babies work, is it? Hailee got closer to her, ready to be the grown up of the house. Chapter One Evelyn and Hailee couldn’t be more different from one another. The mother, Evelyn, was an English teacher at the local college. She was chubby, but at almost 40 years old and 5’7 feet, she was still looking young and attractive. Though, all eyes were on her daughter, who at 6’0 and only 19 years old was a towering woman with a stunning body. Hailee was into fitness, and her body was a testament to it, but she was more than just her look. She worked from home as a manager for a small but successful company, though her mother knew nothing about and she like to keep it that way. They had what could only be described as a difficult relationship, though you wouldn’t know by just looking at them interact in public. If there was something Hailee hated the most was public scenes, especially from teenagers or young adults, her peers. So, whenever her mother would piss her off, she would wait until they were home and try to talk things with her. Though, Evelyn wasn’t really interested in having calm or polite conversations, which made Hailee questioned who was the actual adult in the house. Now, you might be wondering what happened to make Evelyn end up in diapers at the mercy of her daughter? Well, it all began three months ago, after Hailee turned 19, just a couple of months before Evelyn would turn 40. Hailee woke up that morning, ready to hit the gym as she did every morning, it was not even 6 a.m, but that was her routine. She was already used to the fact that her mother would oversleep, whether it was constant drinking, the waking up late, or the toxic friends she would hang out with, Hailee knew that her mother was who she was at this point of life, and there wasn’t much she could do about it. So, she picked up her bag and left home as she did every week day. Almost two hours later, Evelyn woke up in her room almost crying her eyes out. She didn’t want to move, she knew what had happened. What had been happening for almost a month now, and she only wanted to be swallowed by the earth instead dealing with it. But, she had to get ready soon, and she couldn’t be late anymore, or things would get worse. She stood up, doing her best to ignore the smell and the cold touch of her PJs, and went straight to shower. It was lucky that she had her own bathroom attached to her room, or else she would risk being discovered by her daughter. However, when she entered her shower, she noticed she had run out of shampoo, again. With no time to get a new one, she left her room, completely naked and went to her daughter’s bathroom, taking Hailee’s shampoo and returning to her own bathroom. She turned the water one and let her worries be washed away by the stream of hot water. Evelyn finished showering, got ready, opened a window in her room, and went straight to work. She would deal with her wet bed when she returned because she didn’t have the time nor the mental energy to deal with it right now. Just a couple of minutes after Evelyn left for work, Hailee arrived home in need of a shower. She went to her bathroom, hoping for a nice hot shower, but there was no shampoo. It couldn’t run out, she just got a new one, which meant only one thing, her mother had forgotten to get her her own and had come for hers. Hailee sighed, but knowing Evelyn should already be gone to work, she went to her mother’s bathroom to reclaim her precious shampoo. All the way thinking how irresponsible her mother was, but that stopped when she opened the door to Evelyn’s room. The smell hit her like a punch in the face, a combination of ammonia and sweat, and something more. She had never babysit or been that close to a baby before, but the smell was too obvious to ignore. She went to her mother’s bed to find it completely soaked, and in her mother’s bathroom, she found her soaked clothes. There was no doubt about what had happened, and her mother, responsible as she was, didn’t even clean after herself. Had her mother drink too much that sh peed herself? Why would she not even remove the sheets to wash them? Or do something with her soaked clothes? Seriously, some times she was worst that a baby. Hailee sighed, not knowing what to do, and left her mother’s room. She needed to do something, but what? Then, it hit her. She had an idea, she needed a plan, but that was her specialty. Hey guys, I’m working on role reversal stories. I have created a Patreon where this story is already finished, but I will be posting more chapters in here. What other scenarios you’d like to see? Let me know so that I can add them to the list. At the moment I’m working on two other stories: One about an older brother turned into a baby and the other about a father. My Patreon is https://www.patreon.com/LittlerWriter?fan_landing=true If you join, I will be adding new stories weekly and you can even tell me if you want me to continue with Evelyn’s regression or you prefer something new!
  8. Hello all. I have been a lurker around here for a bit and have been reading ABDL themed stories for as long as I can remember. For as long as that has happened though, I have never tried actually writing my own. This is a very rough attempt at the beginnings of a story I've had rattling around in my head for a while now. It's currently a little bare bones and pretty standard diaper story stuff but I'll continue if people are interested so please let me know your thoughts and give feedback if you care enough for that sort of thing. Anyways, enjoy the story! Something something apple, something something tree Shelly perked up in bed. She heard something. Not an unfamiliar something. Something she had become accustomed to in the recent weeks. A sound which sent a shock of anxiety straight through her entire body. Will it ever end? It didn’t seem like it would any time soon. At least that was the expectation she had to set for herself. Anything more optimistic than that and she would come face to face with the reality she decided to reject. She decided to get it over with and swung her lungs out from under the covers and onto the waiting carpet. Her body instinctively shivered due to the ceiling fan blowing on full speed. She grabbed the robe that she had unceremoniously thrown on top of her dresser just prior to getting under the safety and warmth of the blankets. The robe quickly enveloped her, providing some much needed warmth. With her robe tied shut, she made her way out of her room and toward the noise that woke her in the first place. She glided over the carpeted floors, her footsteps barely making a sound. As she looked down from the top of the stairs, she could see a light shining from the bottom. Shelly made her way down the staircase, anticipating that the situation she was about to face was not going to be fun. She came across a familiar sight as she entered the laundry room. The hum of the lights was loud compared against the silence of the night. What overtook that hum, was the sound of an embarrassed 10 year-old girl desperately trying to hide the evidence of her soaked pajamas and bed sheets. ***** Billy woke to his daughter staring right at him. What is it this time? “What is it this time sugarplum?” “I woke up wet again. I need your help getting cleaned up.” Billy groggily climbed out of his bed, rubbing his eyes in an effort to rid them of sleep. He noticed a slight twinge in his own bladder that he would take care of once he dealt with his daughter’s bladder-related issue. He inquired about the situation as the two walked from his room to hers. “Weren’t you wearing your night time pants? Did you soak through ‘em?” His daughter blushed at both the question and term “night time pants.” She looked down at the floor before responding with a meager “yeah.” “If they’re not doing the job maybe it’s time we upgrade past the training model for the night time.” She was blushing already, but after her father’s comment her face felt as though it could melt off. It was bad enough she was peeing in her sleep and leaking through her minimal protection, now he wanted to curse her bed time with even babier underwear. It was too much for the 9 year-old to handle. The heat in her face spread to the rest of her body as her and her dad entered her room. Her bed seemed to loom at her from across the room, as Billy began removing the soiled sheets from the mattress. The sudden embarrassment she had felt caused her feet to refuse to obey her brain’s commands to go and approach the bed. “Are you gonna help me out or are you leaving me to clean up after you all by myself?” Billy said jokingly in an effort to lighten the mood. He glanced up and noticed his immobile daughter staring blankly at him from across the room. “Everything alright over there?” She was unable to respond to her father’s inquiry. The feelings of embarrassment, shame, and remorse were only growing in her head. She felt so guilty, forcing her father to tend to her in the late hours of the evening while he could be sleeping. How rude of her to make him come and clean up the mess she had made! These feelings pent up inside of her seemed to have more than just a psychological effect though. Suddenly, she felt tightness in her body. The knots in her brain became knots elsewhere too. She groaned and clutched her stomach, falling to her knees and hanging her head towards the floor. A great mass worked its way out of her backside into the cold and soggy “night time pants.” Unpleasant and slightly loud sounds emerged from her as Billy stared at his daughter from across the room. The sounds eventually came to a halt as the last of the mush entered the filthy padding. A very faint hiss could be heard in the resulting awkward silence as she finally finished emptying herself into the “night time pants.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued to stare down at the floor. She slowly looked up at her dad who had started to make his way toward her. “Oh my poor Shelly. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
  9. Just a quick conversation between two mothers Tracking System “So, why did you put Aiden back into nappies?” “He’s started too early with attitude. I expected that when he approached his teens... you know... he’d get disrespectful and clever, but at ten.... I don’t think so.” “It’s that school, quite a few of the kids there seem to have an attitude... especially the boys who behave like brats. I don’t think the place has heard of discipline.” “Well maybe but I’m not having my son coming home and displaying that insolence.” “So, how did you do it?” “Well, ever since he was potty trained at three, and changed from nappies to briefs, I’ve only ever bought him one style.” “What do you mean?” “I’ve only ever let him wear little white briefs... tighty-whities some people call them but I insisted that they were what all growing boys wore.” “And he believed you?” “Most boys at kindergarten and infants wore colourful kid’s pants, which he also wanted. But, I told him that they were fine for little kids but he was growing up fast and older boys wore only white briefs. He liked to think of himself as being older than he was.” “Big boy briefs, clever... but haven’t you encouraged him to be just that... a Big Boy?” “True, and I still do but not at the moment. He’s going to be grown-up for a really long time and I’d like to have him still my little boy for a while longer.” “Oh you’re very complicated... and confusing... so why put him white briefs..?” “Well, I’ve always thought that white briefs looked like nappies anyway.” “Now you mention it...” “I think... white briefs and trunks make them think they’ve grown up but basically... they’d much rather still be in nappies... so they’re just a substitute. When I see Aiden wearing his white undies... it always brings back memories of him in a nappy... which is what got me thinking.” “Mmmm maybe... So, how did that help get him back into...?” “I always made sure he wears his little white pants to school and under his pjs at night. This means I can keep constant track of his bodily functions because, although he’s potty trained, his little white briefs tell me another tale.” “Do tell.” “Well, boys being boys are not the cleanest or most fastidious of toilet goers. They leave drips and dribbles, smears and well, all manner of fluids in their pants. They never even think about it, or have any qualms about not keeping their bodily secretions in the appropriate place... the toilet.” “Isn’t that what undies are for?” “Well yes but... I needed to teach my boy a lesson... although I wanted to be subtle I didn’t want him to think that’s what it was.” “I see, so his messy white briefs let you know just how negligent he’s been.” “Precisely... they are a simple and unobtrusive tracking system” “But why did you want him to be back in nappies... I mean surely it means more work for you?” “He’s at that age where being belligerent, thinks he knows best and refuses to listen are the traits of a boy growing up. However, a quick reality check and a slice of humility by showing him he’s still just a little boy will, I anticipate, get him to tow-the-line and respect me. Not so much Jim, he’s always got on better with his father, but his off-handedness and rudeness towards me is going to stop. After all, he still relies on us for everything and he needs to know he can’t just do or say what he pleases.” “I understand what you mean. I wish I’d taken a firmer hand with my kids. Still, it does seem a little harsh.” “I wanted to peg back that defiance early enough by making him realise just how dependent on us he really is.” “But, how did that get him back into nappies?” “Well, every morning, when he changed his underwear, I’d check the laundry basket. His pjs and underpants especially have been getting worse... and more than a little damp in the morning. I knew he would be embarrassed if I confronted him so I waited until he had no option than to take up my suggestion.” “Oh, I see... what was it he had no option to do?” “Well, he wants to go on a school trip. They’re going to France for two weeks in the summer break and he’s desperate to go.” “That sounds nice.” “It’s a nice idea but... I produced his wet and mucky undies and simply told him I wasn’t convinced I trusted him not to make a mess whilst away. I told him that I wasn’t going to be embarrassed by a boy who couldn’t keep his pants clean and I didn’t want him to embarrass himself by other’s witnessing his filthy undies. He was so embarrassed when I held up several pairs of his stained briefs... poor boy didn’t know where to put himself. I was firm and told him that I’d only let him go on the trip when I was convinced he could keep his underwear clean for a week.” “I bet.” “He was flustered, apologetic, off hand, argumentative and making excuses but I zoned in on his awkwardness and simply said NO... I was not satisfied and until I was he was going nowhere.” “So, how did you get a ten year-old back into nappies?” “I told him that I thought his briefs were not robust enough to take the damage he was inflicting every night and that I intended putting him back into nappies until I was sure.” “Oh I bet that didn’t go down well.” “No, he screamed blue murder at me but I was patient and reasonable... letting him know that I was mainly worried about his nocturnal emission as they appeared to be getting worse. I don’t actually think they were but highlighted just how damp and messy his morning pants were. I stressed that I understood he had no control when asleep, so I was prepared, if he met me half way, to just make wearing a nappy a condition of his sleeping arrangements rather than day time as well.” “Did he consent?” “He was dead against it but I told him that if he was worried what people might think I was prepared to explain to his father that his son still messed his underwear and that’s why I needed him to wear a nappy.” “Didn’t his father know?” “Jim doesn’t really know what’s going on he’s too embroiled with work but Aiden and he are the best of friends...” “Oh.” “He seemed relieved his father didn’t know, which I hoped would be the case, so I inferred that I wouldn’t tell him providing he wore protection at night. Either that or, if he felt I was being unreasonable, he could discuss the arrangement with his dad.” “Did you suspect he’d be too humiliated to speak to Jim about it?” “I knew he would... so I said I hadn’t told his father but if he didn’t do as I suggested I was quite happy to let him know. But, and I stressed this... I thought it would be in his own interest to get such an easy problem to solve.... solved.” “Ah clever...” “He promised that he’d be a lot more careful but I said I’d given him loads of time to sort himself out, years in fact, but now was time to make it happen if he wanted to spend time away. So, either he could just get on with wearing a nappy at night or, we could discuss his messy pants with his father and see what he had to say. I implied that I was sure his dad would insist on him wearing protection all day, every day.” “I bet he wasn’t happy.” “No but the idea scared him enough so that he wears a nappy every night now... and has done for a couple of weeks.” “Mmmm that long... but how?” “I just made sure that after the first night in a nappy... he woke up soaked.” “You cunning thing.” “He’s quite a heavy sleeper so getting him to ‘wet’ his nappy wasn’t that difficult.” “Sleeping pills?” “A couple... and a glass of water.” “What was his reaction to waking up soaked?” “I turned the tables... making it look like I was angry with him, claiming that he was just trying it on and accused him of wetting on purpose just to prove a point. He of course denied it.” “You have my admiration.” “I told him that I knew things were getting worse because of the state of his pjs and undies and thank god we reacted quickly enough. So he had no option but to wear them the following night and guess what...” “Another accident?” “You bet. However, I was more conciliatory and praised him for at least wearing protection... I thought that was the responsible thing to do but I wanted him to wear plastic pants as well from then on. He didn’t want to but was much too distraught to argue about that.” “Slowly, slowly catchee monkey... eehh?” “On the fourth morning I made sure it was his father who discovered his wet son.” “I bet that didn’t go down well.” “No, both were embarrassed but Aiden couldn’t deny it and his father wanted to know what was going on. I explained to Jim privately that I tried to keep it secret for Aiden’s sake that he was wetting the bed... again.” “Again?” “Yes I implied that this wasn’t the first time but that I’d kept that secret from him too though things had gotten worse recently so I had to make the ‘nappy’ decision.” “Very clever.” “Mmmm, I said I didn’t want to put any type of wedge between them as I knew he looked up to Jim and was quite embarrassed about the entire thing... so... thought it best to try and keep it confidential for everyone sake. But now it was out...” “Was Jim on-board? I bet he was on Aiden’s side wasn’t he?” “Actually, he was very supportive. He blamed himself for being too involved with work and not taking notice of home life. He was very sympathetic with me for the extra laundry and work I must have had to put up with (I didn’t mention that never happened I simply let him assume). He thought I’d handled it pretty well and told Aiden that he was proud he’d decided on wearing a nappy as it was doing a terrific job.” “So Jim now knows... what’s his thought on Aiden... you know... wearing a nappy.” “Well, that’s the good thing. As far as Jim is aware it’s only because of his bedwetting that Aiden is in nappies. So, he’s told him that as long as he keeps wearing protection until I’m satisfied he can go back to simply wearing pjs, (that is he stops his night time wetting) he’s happy for him to go on this trip to France. However, if he argues or gives me any grief on the subject he won’t be going.” “Has he accepted the nappy completely?” “He acted up a bit when I started pegging his nappies and rubber pants out on the washing line to dry. He was very unhappy but I said that if he wanted me to stop then I needed something from him and that was to be in his night time protection by 7.30 each and every night. I told him I wanted a regular routine and not just when he ‘felt like it’.” “Getting some of your power back eh?” “Definitely, I did say he could go out after but I wanted him in protection no later than that time. I also let him know that I never mentioned his mucky and disgusting underwear, so, as far as his father’s concerned, it was just the bedwetting he has to deal with. I threatened to tell Jim about that and was sure he’d have more to say on the subject.” “Did he agree?” “Surprisingly yes. I think it was mainly the thought of his mates knowing he had to wear a nappy that swung it. It was the least upsetting compromise for him... seeing as he was wearing a nappy to sleep in anyway.” “Do you make sure he wears...?” “Yes, but Jim asked if I wanted him to do his bit... I just smiled and said I didn’t want to embarrass the boy any further and that I’d see to him. However, I’ve made sure he wakes up wet most mornings so I’ve mentioned that occasionally I’d be grateful if he’d check.” “That’s good.” “Yes, Jim’s very good because he heaps praise on him whether he’s wet or not... he sees it as something Aiden needs and therefore has to wear one. He’s very positive because he doesn’t want his son to feel in the least bit ashamed about it.” “But he must feel ashamed... doesn’t he?” “Oh yes, he’s completely docile in the mornings now.” “So, is the nappy now the thing that tracks his toilet habits?” “Yes, but perhaps the strange thing is his nappies are messier than his undies ever were. It’s like he wants to use the thing even if he thinks he doesn’t. It’s got him so he’s not sure about anything and is quite humiliated.” “Shame, embarrassment, anxiety and wearing a nappy - that’s quite a list to control.” “I see the poor boy’s bewildered face every morning. He’s so embarrassed at the nappy check but has got used to me doing that now. However, I won’t let him sort himself out it has to be either his father or me that takes it off for him.” “I bet.” “The rustle of plastic pants down his legs and then the examination of the wet fabric leave’s him mute with embarrassment. He doesn’t dare speak. It’s as if he’s decided that until he’s in the bathroom and getting cleaned up, he has no say in what’s happening. Which he hasn’t” “Will he be going to France?” “Oh, no chance and he’s stopped mentioning it. There’s no real improvement is there? I mean... he doubts himself because of his reliance on that night time padding.” “Which you’re helping him fill?” “At the moment I’m only having him wet a few times a week but over the next few days he’ll be doing a lot more than that. In the end, I think he’ll be too self-conscious to want to be with his school mates in any situation... he’ll be far too dependent on his nappy.” “Well of course, accidents will happen.” “Yes they will. So, a summer of plastic pants and thick nappies 24/7 is what I’ve lined up for him. The first couple of weeks of the school break he’ll come camping with us... and we can both keep an eye on our suddenly incontinent little boy.” “Won’t Jim be suspicious?” “Maybe but I’ll let him know I’ve been anticipating this for a while; ever since he wet the bed all those months ago that I’ve seen a steady decline. I’ll tell him that, according to the experts, it’s not an uncommon phase for boys to go through and that they usually ‘snap’ out of it just as suddenly as they slip into it. But it’s nothing to worry about as we’ve got it covered.” “You’re taking chances and making an awful lot of work for yourself.” “Yes I know but, when your son suddenly thinks he’s independent and a man but you know better... it’s time to let him know he’s really just a little kid.” “Oh that reminds me... here are the new vinyl pants I told you about. A bit childish I know but they’re very strong.” “Thanks very much. Oh yes, these are large enough and I love these cute little cartoon characters.” “Are you sure you’ll be able to get him to wear them?” “They’re the only ones I’ll take. So, together with the disposables they will be better for him as I’m sure he wouldn’t want the tent surrounded by drying fabric nappies. However, if he prefers them I’ll let him know I’m happy for him wear what he’s used to.” “Cunning, you seem to have this well sorted.” “For the summer holidays at least he’s going to be our little boy in nappies and, together with the new childish shorts I’ve bought for him and these plastic pants he’ll look the part. However, he won’t know about all this until his first change at the campsite and by then it will be too late.” “He’s not going to like that.” “I intend to be there for my little boy and give him what he needs at this crisis in his life... a crisis I’ve told his father I saw coming. Jim will be with me on this because I’ll emphasise how grateful I am for his support of our son. However, should Aiden complain, I’ll point out that the more fuss he makes the more attention he’ll bring on himself... so... the best way is to follow our instructions and no one need be any the wiser.” “Are you sure you can make this work for any length of time?” “Not really but he won’t have any option... he’ll be pissing or crapping his nappy so often he’ll just be relieved and eager to have a clean disposable to slip into. By then I’ll have got him at a point where he’s unsure of his standing and that maybe his parents know what’s best for him.” The chink of wine glasses and laughter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  10. Chapter I I’ve never had the best relationship with my mom. Don’t get me wrong, it is not as bad as most, but enough for us to argue daily. It doesn’t help the fact that we both have very different personalities. Me with enough ambition for the both of us, and her, a little bit tough as many single mothers, but truly kind. So, how did it end up like this? With my mom sleeping in a cot next to me, fully diapered, and probably soaked. Well, let’s start with the beginning. My name is Alejandra, I’m high school senior, and will probably graduate as valedictorian in my class. My mother, on the other hand, is an english teacher, quite a good one, very loved by her students. Father had left long before I can remember, so since the beginning it was only the two of us. This part of our lives started six months ago. In a cold January night. My mom came back from work, smelling like cigarettes and wine. Not a surprise, but she had been told to stop because of her condition. You see, she suffers from stress and anxiety. Her therapist have told her to avoid substances like alcohol or tobacco. “Mom, are you drinking again?” I said emphatically. “It was just a bit. Mikaella invited us to movie and a couple of drinks at her place. I was not going to go, but with everything that’s been going on I needed to relax” said my mom, trying with all of her to stay on foot. “You can do yoga with me if you need to relax. Read a book somewhere around a forest. Maybe take the weekend off. No drinking, you know what it does to you” “Hun. I love you, but stop acting as if my condition gives you some sort of power over me. I’m the mother, let me worry about us” I did not answer this time, just nodded. I knew better than to try to argue with an alcoholic with victim mentality. No, she was the mother not me, and if she wanted to drink herself to an early death, well, who was I to stop her? But that was the start. The rest of the night passed without any incidents. Mom kept drinking in her room, I kept studying in mine. It wasn’t until the next morning when I noticed something odd, it was Saturday, no school, but still mom woke up at 5. She left her room tip-toeing with her sheets on hand. I pretended not to notice anything. “Good morning mom. Are you okay?” I asked after some minutes. “Yes honey. Just decided to get on with the weekend washing. Why are you awake so early?” “It’s 5 a.m mom, I’m always up at 5. You, not so much. Are you sure you are okay?” “Ale, please, is too early in the morning for this and my head is bursting. I’m going back to my room and try to sleep a bit more” She was about to leave, but I was not going to let her go that easy. Not today. “Mom” She turned back. “Did you had… an accident?” “W-What? Are you insane?” she asked indignant. “Mom. Did you peed your bed?” I repeated calmly. “I’m not going...” she paused “I’m going back to bed. Okay?” “Okay. Just let me know if you need help” I had enough. Mom wanted to act like a kid, she was to be treated like one. Although, to get to that point I was going to need more than just an accident. I was going to need her to willingly accept her fate. Don’t get me wrong, I know my way around psychology and kinks. I’m seventeen, not seven. And sure, there are better ways to deal with this, but the thought of my mom as a baby was stuck in my head by now. Mom had seal her fate, and I had a lot of work ahead to make that come true. Now, you can read the next chapter after I change the baby’s diaper. She has just woke up and if I leave her alone after a nap she gets really grumpy all day.
  11. Crinkle Part 1 He loved that sound as he moved. That tell-tale ‘crinkle’ that announced to those in the know just what it was he was wearing. They were a new acquisition. The online firm had been very specific that this particular piece of protection was very noisy. Up until he saw the colourful image of butterflies and birds festooned all over the satin briefs, he had never really wanted anything that might draw attention to his ‘slight’ fetish. He was happy for those in the know to be one – him. He wasn’t interested in having DL friends. He wasn’t interested in being babied, all he wanted was that comfort he felt when he wore his nappy and the joy it gave him putting it on and taking it off. However, the online firm he bought his little ‘bits and pieces’ from had launched a new ‘noisy’ range and the photo of this particular pair of waterproof pants had attracted his attention. MAKE SOME NOISE said the headline for the range, and there had been a fair few pairs of pants that he would have been happy to buy but it was this, rather cute, childish and sweet design that appeared to have made the biggest impression. They must have done because for almost a week before he bought them they were occupying his dreams, both night and day. Eventually, the obsession needed to be satisfied so, via PayPal, he made the purchase and waited impatiently for them to be delivered. ++ The impatience didn’t last long because within two days a brown package arrived at his home where, as he was out at work, his mother signed for them. She squeezed the package as she took possession from the mailman and liked the soft feel and the muted crinkle she heard as she did so. She smiled to herself and assumed her boy was treating himself again. Good for him, she thought, he should have other interests beside computers and work. Her son Ryan was 24, slim, nice-looking (she always said he was the handsomest and cutest baby) but a bit of a loner. Her husband Jeff had died in an accident at work when Ryan was 4 years-old so for the past twenty years it had just been the two of them together. The insurance had made it so she was well compensated for her loss and the fact that her son seemed more than happy to live at home had made her content with life. Mother and son spent a lot of time together and socialised (if that was the correct term for the few friends that they bothered to see) and even went on vacation together hardly ever inviting others into their tight band of two. Despite Ryan feeling his ‘fetish’ was only know by him, his mother had known about it for a long time. In fact, she remembered the time it took to get him out of nappies and how much her son of 9 had cried when he was made to wear only his pyjamas when he went to bed instead of the protection he’d happily worn up until then; his mum eventually convincing him to be grown-up, even if she had a secret longing for him to stay forever her baby. Of course for a mother all children remain their babies… no matter how old they get and Ryan, well Ryan had found his own way to satisfy something he needed. She was happy about this but didn’t want to be seen obviously condoning it because she knew that he thought his secret was just that… a secret. However, she had a secret of her own and that was she knew Ryan wore his nappies to sleep in and had noticed he occasionally went to work wearing his padding. It was at those times she just wanted to ‘mother’ him and return to those days when she looked after every aspect of his life. But, she was of the opinion that she would only do so if and when her son asked her to. She didn’t want to provoke any reaction that might somehow make things awkward at home. She liked her son being with her and would hate for him to feel she had driven him away because of something she wanted. No, the best thing was to support her son when it was needed but in the meantime, enjoy her memories of when he was young… though she could add those images that ran around her head of him sucking his thumb and wearing his nappy now. +++ He walked up and down his bedroom knowing that no one else would know what he was wearing but rather pleased about what he could hear. Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle. Over the years he’d kept this secret he’d had no desire to broadcast it to anyone else but, and this was the part he really wondered about, this new possession, this stunning pair of satin and plastic protection, gave him a whole new insight to his fixation. The nappies had been wonderful; comfortable, soft, bulky and held happy memories for him. The plastic pants had been a later addition; one that seemed to set off his nappy and give it a new, smooth, sensual aura that he suddenly craved. These new pants had been that step further; an acknowledgement of his own desires (even if he was only admitting it to himself) with that audible response to each step he took. Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle. He thought this was a bold step, although he wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t a brave man and couldn’t see himself wandering down the road ‘rustling and crinkling’ till heart’s content but the fact that he had picked up the nerve to buy them, he thought, must mean something. He looked in the mirror. Naked apart from his thick nappy and beautiful silky covering he was amazed at how spectacular and wonderful it all looked. He moved slightly… crinkle… he moved again… crinkle… he was looking forward to sleeping in his new noisy protection. In fact, he might have an early night so he could enjoy the strange and electric sensations that were coursing through his body. Just as he was about to shout down to his mother (who he presumed would be downstairs watching the TV) unannounced she walked in to his room. ++++ An ice-cold feeling of panic coursed through his body. This was the first time his mother had seen him dressed in such a way since he was a child. The smile on her face wasn’t noticed as he screamed angrily at her to “Get Out”. “Get out, get out, GET OUT.” Despite his harsh words terror rooted him to the spot, his slim naked frame only highlighting his padded outline but his mum wasn’t to be put off. “Ryan it’s alright I…” But Ryan shook his head and screamed more, “Get out, GET OUT.” The feeling of wellbeing that had encompassed his body and mind just a few moments earlier were now transformed into anger and guilt… he shivered at those very guilty feelings. His mum stepped forward to comfort her irate son but he stepped away, trying to hide his embarrassment and push her away at the same time. “Don’t worry Ryan… it’s going to be OK… I…” Again he pushed his mother towards the door, tears beginning to form in his eyes, but at that moment fury conquered his guilt as he spat those words once more. “GET OOOOOUUUUTTTT”. His mother’s beseeching hands held out in comfort were rejected amid her son’s confusion and terrified shame. He screamed at her but this time his mum would have none of it. She grabbed him by the arms, spun him around and landed three quick slaps to his padded bottom. He would have hardly felt a thing but was so surprised by this that he immediately stopped screaming. His mother sensing the change of mood stormed in. “Don’t you ever,” spank, “raise” spank, “your voice” spank, “to your mother” spank, “again.” She knew her actions would have caught him off guard and pressed this slight advantage. “Ryan Gatland… do you understand?” and she raised her hand as if threatening to repeat the spanking. “Yes,” his voice was almost inaudible. “Yes what?” His mum pursued her point with another slap. Through sniffles he told her the words she insisted on hearing. “I will not shout at mum… mummy.” She hugged him close to her chest and smoothed her son’s hair. “That’s right. Mummy is always here for her little baby boy… no matter what.” She hugged and kissed his head more. “No matter what…” she quietly repeated. +++tbc+++
  12. Well, today I took my mother down to another city about 300 miles from where I am at. she was wanting to see a doctor that basically does not exist......... well, he kinda does, anyway,
  13. I knew I'd gone too far this time. I was always teasing my little sister and making her cry, but this time she was really sobbing.
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    Isabella Candie

    From the album: My art

    One of the main nurses and Doodle's caretaker. Note: This is an old drawing of her and I tried to fix it as best I could.
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