forced regression Tricked by my family (Ch. 32 7/8/2021): All Better Now

[dprfam]

16 hours ago, Bonsai said:

Sally is starting to accept the changes, apparently. The question now is: Will her older sister also be dragged into the regression loop, or will she remain the ‘big’ one, fully in charge?

 

There may be some pushback and Sally being a 'bad baby' How should Katey respond?

[Bonsai]

18 hours ago, dprfam said:

There may be some pushback and Sally being a 'bad baby' How should Katey respond?

Kathy should be gentle but firm, knowing that Sally is bratty just to test boundaries. Like all kids, Sally dislikes boundaries but also feels safer if someone takes decisions for her and lifts her from responsibilities.

[dprfam]

(As always, feel free to message me any feedback, or post it in here)

Chapter 11: Not just ice cream
After leaving home, We’d walked down to the next block, when an urge to pee got my attention, followed by wetting my diaper soon after. I stopped walking for a few seconds, then kept on walking. My sister might have suspected something, but she didn’t check my diaper.

Another block down, We stopped off at a clothing store, that sold both womens and girls clothing, we looked around, but didn’t buy anything. I don’t know if the young lady in the store realized I had a diaper on, but she did show us a pajama-like jumpsuit, that seemed rather childish. My sister was clearly considering buying it, but didn’t otherwise draw attention to my diapers.

Next was the bakery, where she picked up an order of bread, and banana cake, and some apple pies.

As we approached the nearby corner store, I asked my sister to stop by the icecream store.
    “We have icecream at home, Sally!” She replied.
    “But..but.. I need some now!” I said, trying to avoid sounding too much like a toddler.
    “We need to pick up a few things from the corner store, then if you behave, we can get some icecream! Can’t you behave for me.. ? I don’t want aunt Cassie, or mom to get upset with us both” Trying not to sound too upset.
    “Mom expects me to be a baby, doesn’t she?” Trying to be a smart alec.
    “She wants you safe, healthy and comfy, in that order” She replied firmly.

Baby supplies:
My sister had a sudden smirk as she approached the corner store. Once inside, At first, she just bought some tropical juice, some coconut milk, low-fat milk, low-fat chocolate milk, soda for her and aunt Cassie, then a bag of assorted chocolate.

I felt my bladder spasm, and I paused for a moment, and had wet my diaper, yet again, as we approached the baby section. My tummy cramped a little, and I didn’t feel happy. My sister couldn’t resist buying a pack of pacifiers, some more wipes, rash cream, and toddler formula. The one thing she didn’t buy was diapers, leading to some doubt about the age of the ‘baby’. I got even more red faced as she went to pay for the items, and threw in some of the Kinder chocolate near the register.

Icecream time:
Just outside the store, my sister noticed I was sucking my thumb, and handed me the chocolate milk, which I drank rather quickly.
I looked over at the icecream store, but didn’t say anything. She saw my upset expression, partly because of because of being a little embarrassed at the store, and partly because I felt my tummy cramp a few times.

This time, my sister asked if I wanted an icecream, and we went inside.
    “What kind of icecream would you like, sis?” She asked.
    “Chocolate with lots of fudge and sprinkles” I replied, hoping she’d say yes.
    “Okay, and chocolate oreo, with chocolate shell topping, and sprinkles for me, thanks!” She asked the cashier, then paid with one of the Visa gift cards she received from mom.

As the cashier handed my sister my icecream cone first, my sister passed it on to me, then grabbed her cone. We walked out, and enjoyed our icecream.

Heading home:
As we crossed the road, onto our block, another stronger cramp hit my tummy, then I messed my diaper. I started to cry like a little girl, and with some coaxing, continued walking home, and as soon as we entered the house, my sister took me straight to the bathroom.

I was placed on the changing pad, and my sister started undressing me, but I wasn’t laying still, and squirming a lot.
    “Sis, you need to stay still, so I can get you cleaned up.” She asked.
    “WHY CAN’T I POTTY MYSELF?” I yelled.
    “SALLY! Settle down, now!” She yelled in response.
    “NO! I DON’T WANT TO!” I continued.
    “Fine! You can stay in a messy diaper!” My sister took me into the spare room, and onto the bed in there. She placed a sippy drink next to me, but I didn’t drink it at first. I wanted to settle down, but I was so upset.

After 15 minutes of crying, and a sippy drink later, I settled down, as my sister came back in.
    “Are you ready to get out of that messy diaper?” She asked. I nodded.
    “Sis, why won’t aunt Cassie let me be a big girl? I dun wanna need diapers!” I started crying.
    “Does it still hurt? When you go pee?” My sister asked, concerned.
    “Yup, but not a lot…  I pee lots more now.. “ I replied, trying to sound like a big girl for a moment, but failed on that part.
    “Then the medicine is working…. So diaper girl for now, okay sis?” She replies as she took off my diaper to wipe my girl parts.
    “I don’t want to wear diapers, sis!” I said, feeling silly as I was still getting cleaned of my messy diaper.
    “Then you’d probably need a catheter all the time, and more shots in your bottom, which is worse, right sis?” She explained.
    “But do I have to loose all control of my pee pee?” I asked, hoping for answers. My sister seemed genuinely concerned, and tried to comfort me.
    “Yes, because mom wants you to accept being fully diaper dependent, until your bladder and kidneys are healthy” she explained.

I groaned as my sister had me roll over, to finish cleaning up my bottom. Soon after I got some rash cream, my sister had me roll over again, and I promptly leaked on the changing pad, and burst into tears.
    “Sis, your tummy still cramping?” She asked. I was scared, because I thought she was mad at me, and she didn’t put a suppository in my bottom, and that meant I was getting a shot instead.
    “I wasn’t a good girl...” I sobbed, laying still while she finished diapering me.
    “It’s okay sis, you don’t want to be in diapers… and get upset” she tried to calm me, but I kept sobbing, as she finished diapering me.
    “But…. If I’m not a good girl... won’t I get a shot to make me behave” I said, trying to make sense of the situation.
    “The shots are to keep you healthy and comfy, not because I’m mad at you”  She continued. It didn’t take my sister long to mix another 3 sippy drinks, with a chocolate taste. I was almost finished the first one, when I realized I had wet my diaper quite quickly. I cried a little more.
    “Umm… sis… will the doctor have me to loose all my big girl skills?” Still scared my sister was going to give me shots for being fussy.
    “No… The doctor wants you to be comfy in diapers, and some babying will help you stay comfy while you recover from medical issues.” My sister tried to reassure me.

I continued to cry, definitely not feeling like a big girl.
    “Can I still be a bad baby sometimes?” I asked, still confused, as my sister didn’t seem to want me to be too fussy, but aunt Cassie expected me to feel like a baby when she comes over to check on us.
    “It’s confusing… we’ll figure it out”

[Sarah Penguin]

[dprfam]

I'm still working on Chapter 12, but not quite happy with the direction, so revising it somewhat. Do folks think the chapters should be longer?

Feel free to give feedback, or other suggestions.

[dprfam]

Chapter 12: Fussy, not tired yet
I was mainly watching cartoons on the Disney app, while my sister was making something in the kitchen. Needless to say, I had repeatedly wet my diapers during the next  hour or so. Sometimes my bladder would spasm uncomfortably, other times my bladder would release suddenly, or just leak a little bit.

I dozed off a little, and my sister went to check my diaper, both front and back. While I dozed off, I’d messed my diaper but didn’t notice. After my sister went to wash her hands, she noticed I was sucking my thumb. Without saying a word, she offered me a pacifier, and I kept that in my mouth, until my next sippy drink.

After the next cartoon, I was awake enough that my sister helped me into the spare room, so she could change me.

My sister made quick work of removing my diaper, rolling me over, and cleaning my bottom, then finishing with rash cream all over my bottom, before rolling me over to finish with the cleaning and rash cream.
    “Umm… sis… Do you remember the cream the doctor has my mom use, that feels weird and a bit stingy? When I get really bad diaper rash, even just from diapers for bed?” I asked, not sure if my sister was planning on using it with me.
    “Oh yeah! You were really fussy before bed. Do you feel sore getting changed?” She asked, with genuine concern.
    “Umm… a little sore… It reminded me of the time we were both in diapers after our baths, I think you had to go to the doctor after school, but mom insisted we both drink sippy drinks, and you turned red from embarrassment” I replied.
    “The doctor put a catheter in to check my bladder, and the doctor told my mom to keep giving me fluids before bed to help avoid a bladder infection. I got changed twice before bed, even with the thickest diapers” My sister continued.
    “Did you have to take meds to make you pee constantly, or make you unable to have potty control?” I asked, still confused about how much of a baby they expect me to be, as my diaper was taped on. I tried to avoid telling her that being in diapers still feels weird. I guess I could still wear diapers to school, although its complicated why I don’t go to a normal school anymore.

Hide and Seek:
My sister escorted me to the couch, and gave me two more sippy drinks, plus a bowl of apple pie, and pudding. She also had some apple pie for herself.
    “Remember to stay out of bedrooms, garage, and the spare room. So, Are you ready to play hide and seek?” My sister confirmed. I nodded, and went to hide from my sister. I hid in one of the closets, behind a big box.
    “Ready or not… here I come” She called out.
One advantage of being in diapers, is that I didn’t have accidents from giggling. After about 15 minutes, my sister heard me giggling and found me.

My sister picked me up and carried me to the couch, then grabbed another sippy drink and handed it to me, before checking my diaper, which I’d wet heavily, but not enough to need changing. I finished the sippy drink.

For the next round, my sister hid, while I waited on the couch. It took me about 10 minutes, to realize she was hiding behind the bathroom door. After I found her, she picked me up, and took me into the spare room to get my very soaked diaper changed. She made quick work of changing me.

After washing her hands, it was another sippy drink for me. She was determined to have me soak my diaper, rather quickly.

Smart Alec Me:
Another round each of hide and seek, then back to the couch, while my sister heated up pudding for me, which filled up my tummy.  My sister also shared some cookies. Yet another sippy drink, and I waited while my sister cleaned up in the kitchen.

I was taken to the spare room, to get my diaper changed. As my sister took off my diaper, I couldn’t resist being a smart alec.
    “sis…. How do you know if I’m getting enough meds to keep wetting my diaper?” I asked, seeing if my sister could come up with a smart alec answer, while turning red from embarrassment.

[dprfam]

I'm still working on the next  chapter, maybe Katey gets tricked too, by a scared little sister.

[Bonsai]

So Sarah is still embarrassed by getting regressed in public but sort of accepts and likes it much more in private & when it comes coated with care and personal attention from her big sister.

Tricking big sister into accidents seems something fun to try, though ?

[dprfam]

On 10/1/2020 at 4:01 PM, Bonsai said:

Kathy should be gentle but firm, knowing that Sally is bratty just to test boundaries. Like all kids, Sally dislikes boundaries but also feels safer if someone takes decisions for her and lifts her from responsibilities.

Little sisters are supposed to be bratty. She's not a doll, she's a little sister

On 10/9/2020 at 12:22 AM, Bonsai said:

So Sarah is still embarrassed by getting regressed in public but sort of accepts and likes it much more in private & when it comes coated with care and personal attention from her big sister.

Tricking big sister into accidents seems something fun to try, though ?

Big sisters have to be careful, as little sisters can be distracting sometimes.

[Sarah Penguin]

[dprfam]

Chapter 13:  Okay, Bratty Me!

It felt weird, but I wanted to be extra bratty and fussy for aunt Cassie, although I suspected my sister realized, without trying to make me too embarrassed.

I watched some kids shows on Netflix, while my sister kept me drinking more sippy drinks. It was like she wanted me drinking constantly, to ensure I get used to wetting almost constantly, will little control. Something told me that the sippy drinks had meds in them, probably diuretics.

Laying there, with a soaked and messy diaper, I was not sure how I felt. One question that kept popping into my head, was how much babying did my sister actually received, and how she really felt about it.
    “Umm.. Did you get made to be babyish by the doctors and nurses in hospital? Could you tell them you didn’t want to be babied by the nurse?” I asked.
    “When I was pretty sick with pneumonia and couldn’t breath properly, when I was 10, they kept me pretty sleepy for a few days, with a catheter in my bladder most of the time, and I wasn’t eating much. The nurses kept asking me if I needed to poop, and I threw a fit. After getting a sleepy shot, and waking up with a feeding tube in again, along with a wet and messy diaper. I noticed it was a lot quicker to get the nurses attention if I cried loudly, and fussed like a toddler.” She explained.
    “So how did she make sure you were babyish? Scary shots?” I replied, curious about what they actually did with her.
    “Shots, sometimes. I was getting fluids and medicine through a needle in my arm, so couldn’t avoid wetting a lot. The nurse kept trying to make me drink from a bottle, because I kept dropping my sippy drink, and spoon fed me. If I didn’t let her spoon feed, or bottle feed me, I’d have to wait to get my diaper changed. I was too weak to do much except lay there, or sit up with help. I could barely hold my bottle, and kept fussing and crying.” She continued.
    “So you got plenty of practice at being a fussy little girl?” I teased. My sister continued to explain her hospital babying.

Fussy plans:
    “If you have to give me a shot, is that scary for you?” I asked, trying to sound scared, but also wondering if I can trick her to wear a diaper.
    “When you threw a tantrum at the doctors office, even though I find shots scary, you cried loud enough to make nurses retire earlier! I actually wet my panties a little from feeling scared!” She replied, slightly teasing me.
    “Well, will you put a diaper on, before aunt Cassie makes me a fussy girl?” I asked,  smirking slightly, but scared and teary.
    “Umm… I don’t think Cassie would be okay with that. What difference does it make?” She questioned, trying to deflect about when she needed diapers.

I was expecting some sort of pushback from my sister, but instead she went to spare room, grabbed some containers, and went to the kitchen to prepare something. She also made more sippy drinks, and taking them back to the spare room, probably adding medicine to make me wet even more, and make me settle down, or be ‘comfy’.

When she came out and handed me the first bottle, it tasted different to the other milk one,  so she probably started giving me formula. I’ve been given formula before, and couldn’t quite get used to taste.
    “Sis… this tastes funny. Why do I get baby formula?” I asked.
    “This is coconut milk. It’ll help settle your tummy, but not fill you up too  much before lunch” She replies. I kept drinking my sippy. My sister checked my diaper, and decided it was time to change me, so led me into the spare room.

Another diaper change:
Up on the changing pad, my sister started removing my diaper, and couldn’t resist teasing me a little, about how soaked and full my diaper was.
    “Well, you are still not wetting enough. I guess you need more sippy drinks, so you need changing more often!” She commented.
    “How are you going to make me wet enough? Bigger sippy drinks? Tickle me until I squirm uncontrollably?” I asked. My sister handed me another sippy drink, then proceeded to strap my tummy and chest to the changing table, so I couldn’t squirm too much. She also lightly tickled my sides, causing more squirming.

My sister did a pretty thorough job of cleaning my girl parts, which slightly worried me because I was being a little squirmy and fussy.
    “I got a bad rash haven’t I? Just like a baby!” I asked, getting teary, kind of squirming uncomfortably, but also playing up the fussiness.
    “It’s pretty red. I’ll put some rash cream on you.” my sister replied, in a comforting voice. I didn’t want to tell her that I wanted to have a rash, so I could keep fussing during diaper changes.

I was rolled onto my tummy, and my sister continued the cleanup. My bladder seems to leak on the pad, during most diaper changes. I’m not sure how the medicine caused that, or if it was just that I’m having bladder issues again. The rash cream on my bottom didn’t make me cry, but then I felt the gel she uses for temp checks, and pretty soon I had a thermometer in my bottom.
    “Don’t fuss too much, it’s to help make you comfy” my sister said in a comforting tone, but didn’t make it any less babyish. I just cried, and after checking my temp, another suppository. My sister had me roll back over, while I was still crying and fussing, then washed her hands, and replaced her gloves.

 More Crying and fussing:
I was still crying and fussing, when my sister decided to put a pacifier in my mouth. It was soon obvious why, as my sister got ready to check my girl parts.
    “Sis… I need to clean your little girl pee pee spot, so can you be still for me, just for a bit?” She asked, but I wouldn’t keep my legs still, or even spread open.

My sister just waited for me to stop squirming, without forcing me to be still, or giving me a shot. After a few minutes, she cleaned my pee pee spot. She inserted the swab and I squirmed even more.
    “Ow… owwie..  I be good!” I cried out.
    “Shh.. you are being a good girl!” my sister said, in a comforting tone. I kept squirming as she put some gel into my pee pee spot. It didn’t hurt, so was probably numbing gel. She didn’t change her gloves, and followed up by rash cream on my girl parts, which wasn’t comfy, but didn’t really hurt either.

I lay there sobbing as my sister diapered me, and let me sit up on the changing pad, washed her hands, and then grabbed another sippy drink for me.
    “Sis… what if aunt Cassie tells the doctor I can’t be a big girl? Do I have to take medicine for fussy girls.” I ask, still confused at what they have planned.
    “The doctor wants you to be comfy wetting and messing your diapers, you don’t have to be a baby girl, just comfy and cuddly.” She tried comforting me.
    “So you’ll give me more baby meds, so aunt Cassie thinks I’m a good girl?” I asked, still worrying about what my sister expected.
    “Aunt Cassie thinks you’re making good progress. The baby meds make you feel weak and sleepy, not just wet and mess your diaper.” She continued.
    “Umm…. Do I hafta stay babyish? Does aunt Cassie want you to give me shots?” I asked, as she handed my another sippy drink.
    “Little sis… She wants me to give you shots sometimes, so I can keep you safe and comfy. I know its scary to stop being a big girl, but its scarier to get sick, and have to stay in hospital, right?” She replies, and I nod as I’m drinking my sippy.

I’m crying a lot, but I quickly finished drinking my sippy drink, when my sister offers me a bottle. I was trying to forget about how confused I was, about wanting to be a good girl, remembering being a bad baby, and being forced to be babyish again.

[YourFNF]

I have no idea what the Aunt's end goal is... Is this like some kind of Munchauesin's by proxy thing?

[Sarah Penguin]

[dprfam]

17 hours ago, YourFNF said:

I have no idea what the Aunt's end goal is... Is this like some kind of Munchauesin's by proxy thing?

Interesting idea. Or maybe Aunt Cassie is upset her parents didn't understand.. growing up with bladder issues.

[YourFNF]

1 hour ago, dprfam said:

Interesting idea. Or maybe Aunt Cassie is upset her parents didn't understand.. growing up with bladder issues.

So she's projecting onto her and trying to help in a misguided way possibly? I'm definetly curious to see were this goes

[dprfam]

Chapter 14: Comfy baby, or not?

My sister helped make me feel  babyish, but I still didn’t want to be a good girl. I was determined to fuss for my next spoon feeding, and coax me to drink from my sippy drink.

When I was little, my sister and I used to play ‘bad baby’ where I’d be the baby, and she’d be the mommy, and I’d throw tantrums, she keep me wrapped up in a blanket. She’d even put me in a diaper, instead of pull-ups. I wondered how much my mom was aware, and how much she encouraged her. My aunt bought her play medical kits, although her stethoscope, thermometers and some other things were real. Some of the fake syringes had a plastic piece stick out, but nothing really sharp.

The thing was that I liked how my sister made me feel okay about being a bad baby sometimes. I remember one time, I was probably 5, when my sister threw a major tantrum, because she couldn’t go out for dinner with the cousins. I’d just gotten home from hospital, after a really bad flu. I think she had the flu a few days before I did, but not as bad. Mommy just let her fuss, until she wore herself out.

Later that night, mommy bathed her, put her in a thick diaper early. I don’t think she minded, but she did cry and fuss a bit. I’m guessing mommy checked her temp, and probably gave her medicine to help her settle down, and likely a suppository. When mommy puts us back in diapers, she tells us its not a punishment. Mommy would also often ask us, or just me, if we'd prefer a diaper before we go out, even if not in diapers at the time.

Lunch time:
My sister checked my diaper briefly, as I lay on the couch, then washed her hands. She finally prepared lunch, which was chicken nuggets, and potato bites. I drank two more sippy drinks as she finished preparing the food for us. The medicine had made me feel sleepy and weak, although I wasn’t surprised. The sippy drinks pronbably had diuretics to made me wet often.

My sister wanted to spoon feed me on the couch, but I fussed and moved around which slowed things down. I wouldn’t lay still, but she kept feeding me. It didn’t take long before I felt my tummy rumbling, messed my diaper a bit more, and started crying. My sister gave me a hug, then finished feeding me.

My sister handed me a bottle, while she prepared the banana pudding, as a ‘bonus treat’.
    “Ready for a treat, sis? Banana pudding?” She asked. I nodded and with more spoon feeding, and more ending up on my face, I was starting to enjoy the pudding. I knew I was wetting my diaper as well.
    “Umm… sis… why did I get a treat for being fussy?” I asked.
    “Good girls can still be fussy, can’t they?” She replied.
    “Does aunt Cassie really want me fussy? Or is that just an excuse to give me more baby meds?” I started to worry again, about what they had planned, and if it was a trick somehow.

Memories of being a ‘bad baby’:
    “Do you remember when we were playing ‘bad baby’ and I went to give you a play shot, and you started wetting on the table?” She asked, with a strange expression on her face.
    “Yeap, I remember, mommy made you put me in a diaper, and change me a few times until bed time. I fussed even more!” I replied.
    “But mom didn’t get mad at you, for wetting yourself? Or being a fussy little girl?” She asked, with me getting confused.
    “No! But didn’t mommy tell you to diaper me, because I threw a tantrum earlier, after having an accident in my pull-up?” I asked, curiously.
    “She didn’t tell me to diaper you, or suggest we play baby either, but didn’t tell us not to play ‘bad baby’ either!”  she continued.
    “You were good at making me cry just enough to feel like a baby, but not hurt me!” I said, quietly.

My sister checked my diaper again, and escorted me to the spare room, for a fussy diaper change, most likely. I was already teary, and while she changed gloves and handed me a bottle.

I stayed relatively still while my sister removed my diaper and helped me to roll over, to finish the cleanup. As she was finishing the cleanup, I felt a few spots being cleaned with antiseptic, I promptly burst into tears and leaked on the changing pad, I was still squirming, especially with my legs moving around.
    “It’s okay miss fussy…  crying is expected for little girls” She soothed.
Next step was goopy gel and a temp check. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to distract me, or had another plan. Another suppository in my bottom, which stung a little, and made me squirm and fuss even more, then rolled back over.

She rubbed some rash cream on my girl parts, which due to a rash, felt slightly sore. Changing her gloves again made me instinctively tense up, leak on the changing pad, and close my legs. It seemed that she was expecting this reaction.
    “Me bad baby!” I cried, as she just nodded.

If I squirmed this much for mommy or aunt Cassie, they’d be mad at me. It was confusing as my sister let me keep squirming, instead of making me sleepy, as they can’t poke me in my pee pee spot if I’m not laying still. My sister made no attempt to keep my legs still, either. She could have put changing table straps on my legs, instead of just tummy and chest straps, but she didn’t do that. I thought she was going to put a pee-pee swab or catheter in.

My sister did clean my pee pee spot with antiseptic, and waited a little longer to distract me, before wiping again around there again, but not with antiseptic.
    “Shh… It’s a special medicine to reduce germs around your pee pee area. Can you stay still for a bit?” She asked, hoping I’d be still for a moment. I nodded hesitantly, but was still moving around as my sister patiently waited with a swab.

My sister had noticed I’d finished my bottle, so I decided to hand it back to her, trying to stall whatever she had planned.
    “Would you like another bottle, baby girl?” She asked.
    “uh… uh… “ trying to answer but not getting the words out. My sister grabbed another bottle, and coaxed me to drink it.

While drinking my bottle, my sister coaxed me to spread my legs again, and then changed gloves, prompting me to squirmed and leak even more on the changing pad. She waited for me to settle down, again.
    “sis… can you keep still?” she asked, and I tried to respond but again couldn’t seem to talk. I didn’t feel like a big girl.

Laying there, with confused feelings, I decided to close my eyes, as my sister wiped my pee pee spot, first with antiseptic, then with the other medicine. I was still moving about, when I felt the swab go into my pee pee spot. It felt weird, as it   had a slight sting, but not as much as the other swab she used earlier. I burst into tears, not because it hurt, but because I felt like crying,  laying there, like a baby.

It didn’t take long for my sister to finish changing me, and put my pacifier in my mouth. I didn’t know what to say, and my sister hugged me firmly.

Now I’m confused:
Being confused about baby feelings, especially ‘bad baby’ feelings, made me wonder what my aunt expected, and if my sister was trying to make sure my aunt thought I was already incontinent enough to be comfy and babied properly.
 
One thing I feel weird about is when I have long, fussy diaper changes or exams, I have trouble getting my words out, which makes me feel quite babyish. My sister seemed to expect me to like this, and not try and embarrass me too much.

[Arendeth]

Thanks for the chapters.

[dprfam]

14 minutes ago, Arendeth said:

Thanks for the chapters.

You're welcome.

I tried to make the story different than other stories.

[dprfam]

I'm still debating if I should go more into Sally's baby feelings, or how much she should push back at the attempts to regress her further.

[dprfam]

I'll likely release a new chapter, likely tomorrow. Sally will be regressing further, so stay tuned.

[Sarah Penguin]

 

[dprfam]

Chapter 15: Mommy’s baby girl?
It came as a surprise while watching Netflix, that mommy called to see how things were going. I didn’t hear the first part of the call, as my sister Katey was in her room on the phone.

After a little while, she walks back to the couch, smiling.
    “Guess who is on phone?” She asks.
    “Aunt Cassie?” I reply, slightly scared at what they have planned.
    “Nope, It’s mom. Here you go!” She replies, handing me the phone. I hadn’t spoken to mommy since she left.
    “Hey Sally, have you been a good girl while I been away?” She asks, as expected. I was still confused about what my mommy expected.
    “Umm… I’ve tried to behave, but aunt Cassie wants me to stay in diapers. It’s hard to be a good girl all the time.” I replied, hoping mommy would be okay with a confused answer.
    “I wanted you to feel comfy with being a little girl, and the medicine that keeps you healthy means you’ll need diapers for a while” Mommy attempted to reassure me.
    “Umm… Why didn’t you put me back in diapers? Why aunt Cassie and sis ?” I asked one of my big questions on my mind, hoping she’d make me less confused.
    “Because you’d need a lot more attention and care, to be a baby girl again, and your sister wanted to babysit for a larger allowance” She explained.
    “When you get home, will I be allowed to cry and fuss? Will you be mad at me for being a little crybaby?” Making sure my mom wanted me like that.
    “We’ll figure out what feels appropriate, with you back in diapers and taking baby meds, to ensure your kidneys are healthy. The doctors will help get your meds adjusted so you can be a comfy baby, okay babygirl?” I could tell she wanted me to accept it all, but didn’t want to say she was wrong for pushing me to potty train, and be a big girl.

Toddler time with my sister:
My sister gave me two more bottles, and for some reason I felt weak and had trouble holding my bottle, and picking up things. I noticed some toys, and tried to pick them up, with difficulty just like a toddler.

I could barely talk due to whatever medicine in the bottles, when my sister picked me up and carried me to the couch and fed me a bowl of pudding. Afterwards, my sister watched me play with toys, with Netflix in the background.

When my tummy cramps happened a few times, and my bladder started to spasm, I cried the way a toddler would, and didn’t try and talk.

My sister’s secret:
I couldn’t quite tell, but my sister had something other than panties on, so maybe she had a pull-up on. I wondered if this is because she sometimes gets the urge to pee, when the doctor or someone does scary stuff and I cry. She had different pants on, so its possible she wet herself when making me fussy earlier.

It wasn’t clear if my sister was pushing me to be fussy to help me regress and feel babyish because mommy and aunt Cassie wanted me like that, or my sister wanted me to be really babyish, kind of like when we’d play bad baby.

Another tantrum:
As my sister picked me up, and carried me into the spare room, and onto the changing pad, I knew I was going to fuss, and squirmed even as she carried me. I felt weak, but my sister coaxed me into drinking from another bottle, as she strapped me onto the changing pad. My sister waited for me to settle a little before starting to remove my diaper and clean my girl parts.

I felt like crying, from being exposed on the changing table, having a rash, not to mention my sister wanted me to be fussy. I closed my legs while my sister tried to  wipe me clean, but she just coaxed me to open my legs, and kept wiping. With my diaper removed, my sister changed gloves, and applied some antibacterial wipes around my pee pee spot. I squirmed and leaked on on the changing pad, and cried like a baby. I wouldn’t hold my legs still.
    “It’s okay babygirl, you don’t have to be a big girl for diaper changes” My sister reassured me. It wasn’t that getting my pee pee spot wiped felt sore, but I felt like crying.
    “Oh..Okay“ I could barely get the words out.

My choices:
I lay there, very confused, and having trouble staying still.
    “Do you want to be a good girl for me?” My sister asked with a smirk. I shook my head, as she continued cleaning my girl parts. She knew I wanted to fuss and throw tantrums like a toddler would.

My sister wiped around my bottom, and applied goopy gel, and then picked up a syringe to put some medicine in my bottom. It wasn’t uncomfortable the way suppositories sometimes felt, but the stingy sensation made me tense up and squirm. I still wasn’t sure of my feelings, but my sister wanted to make me fussy.

I cried uncontrollably as my sister changed her gloves yet again. She put a pacifier in my mouth, and helped roll me onto my tummy. After making sure my bottom was cleaned from my messy diaper, she applied more goopy gel, and checked my temp. I kept squirming and didn’t stay very still.

She helped me roll over. I wasn’t sure if I was scared about what she had planned, or glad to not get shots in my bottom, or a suppository, because it was around the time to get ready for nap time. Another glove change, and another bottle for me. I still felt weak and took some effort to drink from the bottle.

As I was laying there, I noticed my sister’s pull-up and wondered if she was wet, because she has wet her panties when she, or I gets shots or uncomfortable medical things that make us cry. My sister was definitely a little jealous at the attention I got after hospital stays. Mommy seemed like she put her back in diapers ‘because’, and some more babying for her, so she would feel ‘included’ in the family.

As expected my sister wiped me with antiseptic and poked my pee pee spot with a swab, causing me to cry and tense up. I don’t know if it was the baby meds, but I felt okay with uncomfortable baby treatment.

The next thing she did was change her gloves, applied more antiseptic wipes, and picked up a syringe. I was scared and closed my legs.
    “It’s just some numb gel to make the catheter a little more comfy” comforting me, or at least trying to.

My ‘bad baby’ memories:
When we used to play ‘bad baby’ when I was around 5, my sister would sometimes use a syringe without a needle, to apply ‘medicine’ to my pee pee spot. It was scary at the time, but helped me feel like okay with being babied. This was around the time the doctor wanted me to cath regularly,  to see if that would help avoid UTIs. My mommy, aunt and sometimes my sister would cath me, to drain my bladder. After a few weeks of mommy trying to get me to cath, I spent another few weeks being totally babied, and in diapers the whole time.

My mommy and aunt Cassie wanted me to accept the babying when she expected me to stay in diapers, so I think they let my sister help take care of me, but didn’t quite realize making me fussy for ‘bad baby’ was part of the play routine.

While my thoughts drifted back to other times I was put back in diapers, my sister  changed her gloves then inserted the catheter. My bladder spasmed a bit, which awoke me from my drifting thoughts, and more crying. It didn’t take long for a pee pee sample to be collected for aunt Cassie to get checked, and the catheter removed. My sister seemed to more comfortable with doing these things without aunt Cassie over her shoulder, and a pull-up in case she suddenly wets herself.

More time to fuss:
The next step was to apply more antibacterial gel to my girl parts, and my sister applied goopy gel to my bottom, and pushed in another suppository. Even though I was to be thickly diapered, my sister made quick work of putting the diaper on me. For nap time, my sister put sensors on my diaper, to see when I wet, and how much. A few more sensors on my tummy. Finally my sister placed me on the bed, with me still crying a little.

I tried to settle down, but realized my sister hadn’t give me a shot for nap time. Getting shots is scary for me, and a few times, my sister even wet herself when she gave me pretend shots for bad baby time because I cried and fussed like it was real. I could tell she still liked playing bad baby, because she didn’t feel like she was forcing me to be babyish, like mommy did sometimes.

My sister prepared a few more bottles, adding in some medicine, probably more ‘baby meds’ to help make me incontinent and babyish.
    “Nap time. Feeling sleepy babygirl?” My sister asked. I nodded, with my confused baby feelings.
    “Um… I be sleepy then fussy babygirl?” I asked, trying to tell my sister that I wanted her to help me cry and fuss, as I reached to hug her.
    “Of course… babygirl!” She replied, giving me a hug in return, then coaxing me to drink another bottle. It felt kind of weird to be praised for being fussy.

Nap time:
I noticed my sister checked something on her phone, and before I realized, she had wiped a spot on my arm, and I soon felt a little sting, and cried some more.

As I dozed off to sleep, my sister put my pacifier in my mouth, and walked out. I wondered how long I’ll be getting the full baby treatment, and how to respond to my babyish feelings.

[dprfam]

I'm in the process of writing another story about medical regression, with a twist. It'll involve another young girl, confused about being kept in diapers. Some major differences to this one though, and a twist.

I'll probably get the first few chapters written before starting to release them. All feedback welcome.

[Arendeth]

Thanks for the chapter.

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Chapter 16: Little Baby Dreams
During my afternoon nap, I kept feeling like I was in the water, swimming, with a swim diaper on. I was a lot younger, maybe 3, and not potty trained. I felt like I was able to wet my swim diaper, and not worry about it, and when I came out of the water, my mommy changed me into another swim diaper. I wasn’t sure where we were, but it was likely a private pool at a relatives house, possibly my other aunt and uncle, but they don’t have a pool at their farm.

It took me a little while to notice, but my big sister also had a swim diaper on. It had a different pattern, and seemed thicker. My sister seemed sleepy, and laid down on the bench, with my mom holding her.

The feeling of tummy cramps seemed to almost wake me up, but then I fell back asleep, unaware of my increasingly full diaper. While I was having my dream, my mommy offered me a bottle, and I drank it at the poolside. My sister was drinking a sippy drink, with little hesitation. As my tummy cramps continued, I wondered if my sister or someone was actually giving me a bottle as I napped.

As my dream continued, I noticed my sister being changed into a thick diaper, poolside. She didn’t seem upset. Two of my cousins were being diapered as well, one was 5 or 6, and the other was about my sisters’ age. She had some disability, and couldn’t walk, so was still treated like a baby.

Waking up from a dream:
As I woke up, I couldn’t help wonder if my sister had mixed feelings, in some ways she wanted me to be babied, but part of her missed how things were when she was younger. My sister did spend a few vacations with our cousins when she was younger, and didn’t really say what they did, other than she was still in diapers when she got home. She usually pretended it was because of the long car ride and cold weather.

While I was still half asleep, my sister fed me another bottle, which I drank slowly. I guess she did try and get me to drink a bottle while I was still napping. One thing I noticed was my diaper didn’t feel cold, just wet and messy, so I guess I kept wetting and wetting more while asleep.

Crying baby:
As I woke up more, and started squirming, my messy diaper irritated my skin, and I started crying. It didn’t take long for aunt Cassie and my sister to come back in the room to check on me. My aunt put a pacifier back in my mouth, and reminded me of my of my babyish condition.
    "Good baby girls need their diapers, don’t they?" Aunt Cassie chided me, as I cried even more. It seems she expects me to cry, so I cried.

My sister prepared to change me, as my aunt picked me up and lifted me onto the changing pad, and put tummy and chest straps on me.
    "Did you have a yummy lunch?" My aunt asked, as my sister started removing my diaper. I just nodded.
    "She had a big lunch, I wanted her to nap on a full tummy" She answered with a smirk, as I’m pretty sure she knew exactly what would happen, that I couldn’t avoid a full, messy diaper. My aunt seemed quite pleased that I was able to mess my diaper during a nap, with little issue and then pushed on my tummy, causing me to leak a bit. It still felt weird and embarrassing to leak during changes, especially with my legs spread and my girl parts exposed.

After my sister finished removing my diaper, they made me roll onto my tummy, to finish cleaning my bottom.
    "I dun wan scawy shots!" I cried out, as they wiped my bottom with antiseptic. A short time later, some goopy gel in my bottom, and my temp checked, yet again. I tensed up, squirmed and leaked again on the changing table. It seemed weird, but it was less scary to be sleepy and unable to control my  bladder, than trying to be a big girl. My sister whispered something to my aunt and rolled me back over, and changed her gloves. I cried and sobbed a little more.

I wasn’t sure if I should be comforted, or scared, that my aunt prepared another bottle for me, probably to keep giving me baby meds. I started drinking the bottle, as my aunt applied antiseptic around my pee pee spot. I tried to close my legs, but my aunt pushed on my inner thigh, so I wouldn’t be able to.

My sister poked me with a swab in my pee pee spot, as I tried to close my legs, and burst into tears.  My aunt put straps on my knees and ankles, so I couldn’t close my legs anymore.
    "Don’t worry, this is to make sure you get better, and be a comfy babygirl!" My aunt stated, calmly. I knew to expect more fussy girl treatments, but wasn’t sure what they had in mind.
    "Bu. But.. I wet lots... I been good girl.. My pee pee hurts!.... I scawed!" I cried, and struggled to find words, in my best baby voice.

It looked like my aunt was preparing something to go in a tray, but I couldn’t see what. My sister turned around, and whispered something.
    "Close your eyes, babygirl…  " My sister said as I started squirming. I wasn’t nearly as fussy for my aunt, but I knew what was coming. A little sting, and I suddenly felt weak and sleepy, but at least my pee pee spot didn’t hurt as much.

I drifted in and out, as my sister and aunt prepared and inserted a catheter in my bladder. This one stung a little more, and felt weird because my bladder spasmed, and soon felt like I had to pee urgently.  

My sister knew I was uncomfortable, and pushed another pill in my bottom. I started to settle down, although still weak and sleepy. My aunt fed me another bottle, likely with more baby meds. My diaper was put back on, with the catheter still in place.

One thing I wondered about was how far my aunt would go to make my babying like being in a hospital. I already couldn’t move much, but there was a lot she could probably do if she decided I needed it. She could put a needle in my arm, so I get medicine and liquids while asleep.

My sister and aunt when back and forward in conversation about me, and I thought I heard my aunt express a little surprise that my catheter went in without me throwing a huge fit. My sister explained that she let me fuss and squirm earlier, and throw tantrums, hoping I’d feel like a little crybaby.

Hospital Dreams:
One recurring dream I have is when I was in hospital, I hadn’t started school yet, and I heard my mommy and aunt talking to the doctor. It sounded like they were asking if I was able to use the potty, and my mom said potty training wasn’t worth the tantrums, even though I was physically able to use the potty, with constant reminders. The doctor explained that until my kidneys get better, diapers would be preferable to potty tantrums. The doctor gave me an injection in my bottom, with me scared and crying, and the doctor commenting that I’ll need changing pretty soon. I’d wake up, usually crying and soaking wet.

I woke up to another bottle being placed in my mouth, and I kept drinking, just like a baby.