RegCon (updated 9/10/2022)

[LilLew]

This is my first time writing a story here, and to be honest, I probably should have started with something a little smaller, not some big multi-part thing I haven't entirely written yet.

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RegCon

An ABDL & Regression Story

Chapter 1: Plenary

Angel Ballroom, Day 1

Good morning everyone.

I didn’t catch that. I said good morning everyone!

I’m John Krug, President of the National Coalition for a Second Childhood. Parents—mommies and daddies—on behalf of the NCSC, I would like to welcome you all to the Seventh Annual Regression and Rediapering Convention and Expo! Welcome to RegCon!

As I look out on this room of over two thousand loving and doting parents and caregivers, ready to usher their babies into the adventure of regression, ready to take the serious commitment to diaper-train their children, unleash their inner littles, and give them the delightful gift of Second Childhood, I can’t help but swell with pride of how our little gathering, in just a few short years, transformed from an impromptu meeting in a public library community room, to a burgeoning movement! I see a lot of new faces and blue ribbons in the audience this morning: First-timers who want to learn more about how regression can benefit their children and help them redevelop the innocence they lost, and how to make that dream a reality.

Now I know many of you will be a bit apprehensive about everything you’re going to see here. There’s a lot to take in, and the regression journey is not one one to be undertaken lightly. Perhaps you’ve heard neighbors, friends, coworkers, or relatives tell you all about how regression improved your children’s lives. And perhaps you’ve seen wild and lurid “exposés” spreading all sorts of wild tales. But let me tell you, as you’ll all learn over the next three days, and over the coming years, you are making the right choice. For yourselves, for your little ones, and for your communities. Give yourselves a hand for choosing to crack through the wall of misinformation and learn about the love of rediapering!

And I also see a lot of old friends and yellow ribbons: repeat convention-goers. Ask them. Ask why they came back, how regression benefited their babies, how they were able to compel the unwilling to transform into laughing, bouncing, carefree kids! Because this isn’t just a convention. This is a community! Know that there are tens of thousands around the country and around the world, ready to lend a hand.

Every year, we do our best to create an atmosphere of learning and collaboration for new regressors and practiced hands alike, as well as hearing from some of the world’s utmost experts in regression techniques and technologies, to help you develop a comprehensive, customized plan, to guide your littles to lose their potty training, their adult worries, their sexual urges, and their troublesome independence and rebelliousness, fostering a closer connection with YOU! Every time your little one wets or messes their diaper, or begs to watch Planet Ashley instead of the newest monster drama, or chooses to obey mommy and daddy instead of striking off, your closeness and love will only grow. This will be a deeply rewarding adventure for all of you!

And repeat conventioneers know that if their littles’ regression is starting to fade, we also have aids to reinforce their babyish feelings and keep them close at mommy and daddy’s side. And yes, even if you’re starting to toy with the notion, as caregivers, that it’s time for progression, we can help you decide whether the time is right and guide your little to well-adjusted adulthood.

The next three days are going to be very exciting, for you, and for us on the Steering Committee. Even though RegCon only lasts three days, for those of us who stage this event this is a job that lasts all year. I’d like to now ask all the Steering Committee members to please stand and be recognized.

I would now also like to acknowledge the Convention Sponsors who helped to make these beautiful facilities a reality for us. We could never stage this event without their support. Specifically to recognize our Diamond-Level Sponsors:

K&C Home Products, makers of the adult-sized Cutiez® diapers, Sleep-Tite® bedwetting underwear, and Daisy Girl® accident pants;

VidiNet, who will be announcing a new season of regression-optimized streaming content;

And the Rosebriar Academy, offering intensive diaper training and finishing discipline to young ladies who need to become little girls.

A few housekeeping points before we move forward: If you haven’t already done so, please be sure to register and grab your convention badge at registration out front. As I mentioned before, attached to your badge will be one of these stylish colored ribbons, identifying you as a first-timer, or maybe a practiced hand. Keep an eye out for orange or red ribbons; those are to identify convention staff and volunteers. We’re here to help! We’re asking you all to wear your badges visibly at all times; there are a few types of people we wouldn’t want roaming the halls here.

On that note, we are expecting a small protest again this year. Convention and hotel staff are coordinating with the local police to make sure everything remains peaceful. I want to urge you all, don’t try to engage with any of the protesters. If you did bring your littles with you, it goes without saying, take extra care that they aren’t exposed to any of the ugliness outside. Not only will it confuse them and potentially damage their regression training, but, and I want to stress this has never actually happened before, there is a small chance one of them might try to “rescue” your baby.

As you should know, in all our convention literature, we advise parents not to bring their littles to the convention, pre- or post-retraining. Un-regressed children might panic and try to flee or disrupt their peers’ progress. And even for a docile, fully-regressed baby, we just don’t have the resources to care for them here. There are no public changing facilities, and we don’t have a day care. Now we all understand that, when you’re caring for a little one, it’s not always easy to find a sitter, or plans fall through. Just understand that you are responsible for your child.

All right, enough with the downers! Are we ready to get started?

C’mon parents, it’s not that early in the morning! Are we ready to get started?!

We have a jam-packed agenda for this year’s RegCon! Later this morning, Dr. Kathy Willett from Galbraith University will share some of the latest techniques in regression hypnosis, using bedwetting and daytime accidents as a departure point for full-time rediapering. She’ll also be talking about how understanding your child’s psychological makeup can help you set a more effective regression roadmap.

We will also hear from Clint Jones, recently-retired Sheriff of Mason County, and his observations on how Second Childhood has worked wonders to rehabilitate habitual youthful offenders into happy little citizens. Sheriff Jones has become one of the biggest proponents of regression as the best way to keep rebellion from turning into recidivism.

This afternoon, there’s going to be a dozen researchers on our popular pharma panel, talking about new developments in drug regression therapy. Gone are the primitive days of using muscle relaxers, diuretics, and stool softeners to force wetting and messing. Integrated regimens tailored to your little’s body chemistry get better, more natural results, without all the side effects. Plus, rapid developments in nanobot therapy! That’ll be exciting.

Regressing and rediapering your baby is not something you have to do alone! This year, our exposition hall has been split in two! We have an upper and lower hall with a combined 230 vendors, offering everything from diapers, to baby clothes, to furniture, to harnesses, punishment tools, and local regression clubs around the country. You’ll want to take some time to weave through all the booths, so plan accordingly.

One newcomer to RegCon this year is VidiNet. They’re going to showcase some of the new children’s programming they’ll be debuting for streaming, and a lot of it looks great. But what I really think is exciting is some of the parental control tools they’re planning to release next quarter that can allow you to alter and tailor their content to fit your baby’s regression needs. We won’t be fighting against pop culture anymore!

Our keynote speaker for the Seventh Annual Regression and Rediapering Convention is Florence McKnight.

Mrs. McKnight has really become the public face of the regression movement, through her video and social media presence. We’ve all gotten to watch as her 20-year-old daughter Isabel has metamorphosed from a stressed-out pre-med student to a sweet bubbly little toddler. I know there are more than a few people joining us here today who would never have considered regression if they hadn’t gotten to witness this amazing change, and we are honored that she’s going to share her wisdom with us tomorrow!

And last, but certainly not least, year after year the most popular part of the convention, our regression roadmap workshops!

Every year, it’s always a bit of a strain to make sure we have enough space for everyone who wants to develop a plan to regress their babies. But we pulled a rabbit out of a hat again this year and anyone who wants to train a new little, or wants to reinforce training on their current littles, will be able to find a seat. They’re not always going to be at convenient times, so sign up quickly! If you haven’t already done so, you can reserve a seat at the table next to registration. This is a wonderful opportunity to plan out how you’re going rediaper your child and encourage them to start wetting, the tools and techniques you’re going to use, the checkpoints to watch for, the support system you’ll have to help you both along, and, because it’s always good to have a plan until it falls apart, strategies to get back on track and adjust to changing conditions. If you do nothing else at RegCon, be sure to take this workshop!

We’ve put together the best convention yet this year, and I’m excited to see not only how our event comes out, but the next group of littles freed from the pressures of adult life and shepherded into Second Childhood. We are embarking on a magical journey. There will be challenges and trials, but the joys of a babyish mind and rewards of tending to it make it all worthwhile.

And before we break into sessions, workshops and panels, I would like to play for you a brief recorded message from someone very special to me. Her name is Janey, and she is my baby daughter. A week before she was to graduate high school, Janey overdosed on Adderal trying to study for exams, and had to spend time in rehab. Like too many young men and women today, she was under so much pressure to be perfect and edge out the competition that it nearly destroyed her. And that nearly destroyed me. But by some miracle, my wife and I discovered a small regression club in our home town. Like many of you, I thought it was crazy. But the alternative looked like a decade or more of moving in and out of halfway homes, so we took a chance on our little girl’s happiness.

That was seven years ago, and the young lady who was once clamoring for pointless academic success has changed into someone better. Sweeter. Every morning, we wake our little angel and help her out of her crib. Our little fountain loves her diaper changes so much, not just because she can get comfy and dry, but she gets face time with the people who she loves, and who love her too. Getting to see the twinkle in her eye again after all these years, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I want each of you to feel that same love with your own treasures. That’s our dream.

Janey couldn’t come here today, but there’s something very important she wanted to tell you:

“Hewwo evwybudy! Have fun at da coveshon!”

[Josh23]

Aww this is cute hope to read more!

[DL64]

I like the beginning of this story, how often do you think you can post new chapters???

[LilLew]

Another chapter today or tomorrow. Proofreading now. ?

[DL64]

great, I can't wait to read the sequel, thank you very much

[LilLew]

Chapter 2: Seminar: Hypnosis and Conditioning

Langfoss Room, Day 1

The first morning of the convention was always a little bewildering. People were still trying to get the lay of the convention center, decide which events to attend, figure out where the good seats were, and generally try to take it all in. Even as conventioneers were filtering into the room to learn about psychological regression, half of them still had their faces buried in their maps and smart phones, trying to assure themselves they were in the right place.

The volunteer monitoring the room was busy guiding people to their seats. “Welcome! This is the hypnosis seminar. You can have a seat anywhere.” Some people sighed with relief, and others turned back around into the atrium to find something else. Even though the room volunteer was technically supposed to assist with the A/V equipment, Dr. Willett was alone at the front of the room, trying to find the magical combination of settings and cords that would allow her to play audio off her laptop.

This is who Elaine Fowler was watching idly as she waited for the presentation to start. Like pretty much everyone else there, she was bewildered, curious, and jet-lagged. The room around her slowly filled up with conventioneers, holding their notebooks, laptops, precariously-balanced coffee cups, and pilfered danish.

Elaine had been prodded into coming to the convention by Val, one of her girlfriends. Two years prior, she had regressed her own daughter after she’d gotten caught selling exam answer keys online, and now Val was one of those real hardcore regression mavens. Her social media feed was filled with regression articles, regression memes, videos from Florence McKnight, and photos of every conceivable angle of “her widdle angel” as she had settled in to her new life. She had even dragged Elaine to a meeting of their local regression club, held in someone’s home on the west side. She’d spied a 20-ish boy with a onesie and stuffed lion peeking from the top of the staircase before the hostess caught him and shooed him off to bed. “He’s just a little curious,” she’d said.

It all seemed strange at first, taking all these young men and women and putting them in diapers. But it slowly became a normal part of life, especially as she began to encounter more and more regressed people toddling around her city and saw more and more ads for adult diapers on TV. By the time the park near her home installed a full-sized changing table in the bathroom building by the playground, it wasn’t surprising, or even weird anymore.

What was surprising was Winnie’s transformation during the same time.

The overhead projector started whirring, and as it warmed up the first slide of a presentation appeared: Practical Hypnotic and Conditioning Techniques in Regression and Rediapering. Pleased with her triumph over another hotel A/V system, Dr. Willett quipped to the room, “I’ve done so many seminars and symposia during my career, I could probably wire a radio station.” She turned to the room volunteer. “Are we about ready to begin then?”

The volunteer, someone Elaine supposed was about Winnie’s age, moved swiftly to the front of the room and began reading off an index card:

“Good morning everyone. I would like to welcome you all to RegCon and our seminar this morning on hypnosis and conditioning, and how they can help you regress your little ones. Our presenter this morning is Doctor Kathy Willett. Doctor Willett is a distinguished professor of psychology at Galbraith University’s Upham School of Psychiatric Medicine and is co-director of the university’s Regression Research Center, where she and a dedicated team of researchers, doctors, nurses, and technicians work to understand and develop new mind control techniques in the service of regression and rediapering. She earned her PhD in psychology in 1987 from Marysville State University and afterward conducted post-doctoral research in Europe before taking her current professorship at Galbraith. Dr. Willett is considered a leading world authority in hypnotic regression. She has consulted with numerous hospital systems, daycares, and state and national health departments around the globe, and is author of the book, Hypnosis to Diapers, and we are honored to have her here today. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Doctor Kathy Willett.”

The audience offered their best 9 AM applause as the volunteer walked briskly up the side aisle to close the doors at the rear of the room.

“Good morning, mommies and daddies, and thank you very much Amber for that kind introduction. As she said, I have been been researching the transformation of young men and women into loving diaper-clad babies through hypnosis and classical conditioning for over 30 years. This is a very exciting time in the discipline, as our scientific understanding has only in the last five years allowed us to make serious inroads to developing standardized best practices to encourage positive behaviors like coloring, giggling, wetsies, and play, and implant and reinforce the idea that the subject is a sweet little baby.”

Winnie used to be a sweet little baby, Elaine thought. She remembered her little girl when her very eyes used to smile. She’d sing along to Train Town on television or stage elaborate trampoline games with her stuffed animals on the bed. She saw the entire world in bright primary colors, and the worst thing that would ever happen to her was when she’d have to eat green beans in her high chair.

“...not mind control, but suggestion. These new findings on the brain’s use of sigma waves, and new technologies allowing us to transmit sigma waves of our own, allow us to plant ‘what-if’ ideas into the subject’s head. And this experiment shows how these what-ifs can allow the regressor to put their thumb on the scale.”

The slide show advanced, and a photo appeared of a young woman in a laboratory, wearing headphones. “Subject 165 was part of an experiment on using sigmas to sow self-doubt in patients’ ability to hold their urine. Test subjects were university students who volunteered for what they thought was a study on understanding foreign accents. In addition to playing audio, these specially-designed headphones read and transmit sigma wives with a computer-designed pattern. 165 here was in the test group, and we gave her a suggestion that any need to use the toilet was instantly an emergency. No matter how urgent it was in reality, the subject believed they were moments away from an accident. Let’s have a look at 165 after three treatments…”

The projector now switched to video of a surveillance camera of a college building hallway, a few students milling around languidly. Suddenly, a young woman, Subject 165, came out of one of the rooms, hunched over, knees together, both hands in her crotch as she silently hopped down the hall with a look of panic on her face.

“Oh dear. Still no audio. Amber, could you try switching the speakers to channel 3?”

A few clicks and beeps from the back of the room, and the speakers built into the drop ceiling tiles popped to life, just as the cameras switched to the interior of a ladies room. Subject 165 rushed in, then let out an anguished moan as she saw all the stalls were all taken, their doors shot and latched.

“No! No! Please! Someone let me in! I don’t want to pee myself!” She was crying now, and her whole body was shaking and she banged on each of the doors, breathlessly begging. “Please let me in! I can’t hold it! Oh my god, I can’t hold it!”

The video feed had a clock on the bottom edge, so everyone could see it was only about 15 seconds before one of the stall doors opened and a lady came out. She barely had time to apologize for taking so long before 165 shoved her out of the way and raced into the stall. She didn’t even close the door. The camera angle still afforded her some privacy, but not the audio feed, which captured the sound of pee hitting the toilet water and a sob of relief before the video ended.

“93 percent of test group subjects reported frequent episodes like the one you just saw compared to only 2 percent in the control group. Efficacy was just slightly more prevalent in women, but men still had a great response. Several subjects, including 165 here, even reported the sensation of having leaked, even though they hadn’t.”

“Question.” A man two rows back raised his hand. “Do these sigma waves impel an urgent need to use the toilet, or do they weaken the urethral sphincter?”

“Neither,” Dr. Willett responded. “The need to urinate just comes along in the normal course of the day, and actual bladder strength is unaffected, at least initially. What our sigma suggestions do is plant the idea that the subject is unable to hold on. This should be an ordinary restroom trip, but perception becomes reality.”

“Initially?”

“We’re actually in the middle of another study on that. We’ve found that the repeated clenching over time can cause spasms in the bladder, similar to what men may experience with an enlarged prostate. We’re trying to determine how strong the affect is.”

Another conventioneer asked raised a hand. “No leaks. Do they always make it to the toilet in time?”

“In the beginning, almost always. If you’re wondering what the point is of all of this, besides torture, for the regressor, these methods reinforce the idea in your little that they can’t be trusted to use the potty all by themselves. After extended courses of treatment, subjects begin to view these potty emergencies as lost causes, and they wet. So the switch to diapers is already set.”

The crowd murmured with approval and light applause.

“Now, moving along, we’ll discuss nighttime wetting. Unfortunately, sigma waves tend to interfere with normal sleep patterns, so we can’t just pop a pair of headphones on the subject when they go to bed. But we have seen some success with techniques similar to what we showed you before. Doctor Garrett at Leeds University was able to convince subjects that their bed was…”

“Convince.” The word brought Elaine back to her latest fight with Winnie. The girl had decided, out of nowhere, that the makeup she had been using contained “toxic chemicals” (she wouldn’t elaborate), and she was convinced that only a specialty brand off the Internet would keep her skin healthy. Elaine didn’t believe any of it. Of course she understood that it took a lot of time and money for a young lady like Winnie to look her best, but this was something else. She only knew about this expensive makeup because some beauty vlog had promoted it.

It seemed like Winnie was taking her entire new persona from the Internet. She was always convinced that only the latest Italian handbag would complete her look. Convinced that separates from the department store would not be sufficient. Convinced she needed a full hour to do her hair in the morning, to impress… who knew? Elaine had tried asking her daughter whether there was a boy she had her eye on, but what little intelligence she could gather from her teachers and friends’ parents said it wasn’t for boys, but the other girls. Winnie was fashioning herself as the queen bee of her senior year, building a status to lord over the rest of her school.

And what of the cost? Her husband was a successful investment banker and they had always been comfortable, but all these designer goods were adding up. And beyond that, it was clear Winnie was becoming spoiled. Teachers were all remarking how she would act cruel towards the other students. And Elaine couldn’t deny her daughter’s attitude had shifted against her as well. Her mother had become little more than a bank clerk, a rubber stamp for whatever latest must-have accessory she needed. Her father too.

“...after seven treatments, here’s an interview with Subject 843, discussing side effects from the pain reliever he thought he was testing:”

Another video brought Elaine out of her reverie. A young man was sitting in an office looking at an interviewer behind the camera. He was dressed like a typical college student in jeans and a polo shirt. He was mostly calm, but he fidgeted around as he sat. Elaine quickly surmised this wasn’t a potty dance—not entirely; he just didn’t like sitting still.

He was also hugging a small stuffed raccoon.

“Well Mister ***, that about does it for this test. Just a few questions. Have you noticed any ringing in your ears over the last few days?”

Subject 843 didn’t answer. He was almost sitting sideways in the chair.

“***, can you answer my question?”

“Oh yeah. My eaws are how I heaw.”

He then giggled. The interviewer slowly began to change her tone as she spoke.

“Your ears are how you hear?”

“Yeah.”

“And do you know how you see things?”

843 nodded.

“What do you use to see? Can you show me?”

He pointed to one of his feet and started laughing hilariously.

“You see with your feet? That’s not right, silly goose! Can you show me your eyes?”

The regressed little boy was nearly upside-down now in the chair, still squirming. “Okay.” Finally, he pointed to his left eye, poking himself on the eyelid, then tumbled out of the chair onto the floor giggling.

“Good job! You see with your eyes! Such a smart little boy!”

The interviewer then appeared in frame and helped the test subject back up to his feet.

“So we’re just going to go use the potty, and then you can go back to the playcenter. You like it there, don’t you.” She pinched his cheek.

“Yeah, I wike da swides, an da sanbox, an I pway wit da twucks!”

“You can play with the trucks, but first you gotta go potty, okay? Oh! And don’t forget this! He’d be pretty lonely if you left him here.” She handed him the stuffed raccoon he’d dropped.

“Dats Chestuh.”

“Chester? What a great name! C’mon sweetie…”

The interviewer led the now-infantile young man out of the room and the video ended. Several people in the room had cooed. One woman in the back muttered, “I could eat him up.”

“Now as I mentioned, this is one of the most short-lived affects we’ve seen. Intensity can increase after repeated treatments, but so far not duration. After 30 minutes in our playcenter lab, 843 unfortunately was right back to his pre-law studies.”

Another hand went up. “How many different treatments are you able to successfully at once?”

“Well, we’re really not sure at this time. We’re almost ready to put out clinical standards, but so far we’ve only been giving treatments in an experimental paradigm, and that means doing one thing at a time.”

“The reason I ask is, I wonder whether toddler behavior could be prolonged if done in tandem with urinary uncertainty.”

“It’s long been accepted wisdom that multiple treatments, not just with hypnosis, but also medical treatments and socialization, yield stronger results. So I could easily see, say, a diaper school with hypnosis and pharmaceuticals effecting a long-term change. Now how are we doing on time, Amber?”

“I think we have time for one more question.”

Several attendees raised their hands now, trying to get one last bit of info before moving along to the next session. Finally, Dr. Willett picked one.

“About the headphones: Are they the only viable option for transmitting sigma waves?”

“Well sir, I think you’ll find transmitters fitted into almost everything you could imagine with the vendors. There are baseball caps, glasses, earbuds… everything under the sun. Once again, these are only hypnotic suggestions; in a clinical or real world setting, the treatment plan would seek to integrate hypnosis into subjects’ interests, like politics, technology, fashion, athletics, gaming…”

“I’m sorry, what do you mean by fashion?”

Elaine had just blurted out her question.

“Well, I’m not telling anyone to sew a sigma transmitter into an Italian handbag or anything like that. I’m saying that we can use your child’s existing interests as a springboard for regression.”

“So... a suggestion that rediapering is the hottest new style trend?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

Now the room volunteer spoke up. “I’m afraid that’s our time. Thank you Dr. Willett for joining us this week, and for all the work you do.”

The audience applauded again, and Dr. Willett flipped to one final slide, containing an e-mail address. “Now I can’t really do any private consulting right now. I’m in the middle of preparing a major grant. But if there were questions about today’s presentation that we didn’t have time to answer, do send them over and I will answer them. Thank you for listening to me talk, and good luck to all of you mommies and daddies!”

If the convention-goers were sluggish at the beginning of the session, now they were energized. Dr. Willett and the room volunteer got busy disconnecting all the electronics while all the attendees marched out into the atrium. They understood now there was a path forward; they could get the babies they really wanted!

Elaine Fowler walked out with a smile like the cat who’d caught the canary. Winnie’s fashion obsession would be the perfect tool. She could use some light subterfuge to get her hypnotized with sigma waves, then plant a suggestion that potty training is passe, and diapers are in. With that in place, Little Miss Fashion Victim won’t be caught dead on a toilet. She could hear the begging already: “But mom, everyone is wearing diapers now! I’m convinced I’ll be an outcast if I don’t! Puh-leeze?” Of course with her luck she’d demand some expensive haute-couture diapers, but there would be ways to deal with that, too. Elaine was convinced of it.

She’d ask around with some of the regression services later. But she wouldn’t just use hypnosis. It was only the first day of the con. There were other things to try...

[D503]

Awesome start! Well written.

[LilLew]

Well, I guess there are all going to be a month apart. New chapter will be ready today or tomorrow.

[LilLew]

Chapter 3: Expo Hall: K&C Home Products

Booth 202 (Upper Hall), Day 1

A middle-aged woman was sitting in her kitchen, sipping her morning coffee, when a younger woman rushed through and grabbed a granola bar off the shelf.

“Gotta run mom! Accounting class today.” She started toward the door when the older woman stopped her.

“Charlotte! Just one moment, young lady. Do you remember what we talked about?”

The daughter’s face was flushed with embarrassment. “Yes mom. I’m wearing my Daisy Girls.”

“Come over here. Turn around.”

Charlotte whined, then walked over to her mother and turned her back. Pulling back the waistband of her jeans, the mother could plainly see her daughter was indeed wearing Daily Girls Accident Pants, covered in multi-colored flowers.

“This is so unnecessary. I promise I’m not going to have an accident in the classroom. It was just that one time.”

“I know it’s embarrassing, hon, but you’ve been having a lot of close calls lately, and I just want to make sure that if you do have an accident, you’re protected.” She gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead. “Now don’t be late for class. Love ya.”

“Bye mom.”

Charlotte then left through the door. The mother then turned to the camera.

“In a few months, my Charlotte will be completely regressed and rediapered. My husband and I are using a comprehensive plan for her to lose her potty training, and for this part of the plan, we’re using all-new Daisy Girls Accident Pants.”

She was now holding a bag of Daisy Girls Pants up for the camera.

“All-new Daisy Girls, with patented RediWet™ technology, are the right choice for this phase of my little girl’s retraining. They’re medicated to block bladder and bowel signals, when used in conjunction with hypnotic treatment and dietary changes. And the delayed-sensation absorption layer makes sure she won’t realize she’s had an accident until she’s already done.”

Now she held up a smart phone. “And full Internet connectivity means I can monitor her progress from home, so I know right away once she’s wet.” A caption at the bottom of the screen read, “Smartphone app required for Internet monitoring. Data rates and surcharges may apply.”

“I love my daughter. And with help from Daisy Girls, she’ll be my sweet little baby again!”

The picture dissolved to a computer-rendered diagram of a pair of Daisy Girls, and a male announcer began speaking. “The all-new Daisy Girls Accident Pants use patented RediWet™ technology to encourage wet and messy accidents, and move your little one to full-time diapering. The secret is our three-pronged approach that makes it easy! First, newly-developed medications…”

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Vaughn spotted a couple who had stopped to view the looping informational video (commercials, really) on one of three video displays in the K&C Home Products booth. First-timers, based on their name badges. He’d already closed one big sale this morning, and he was thirsty for more. So he took a moment to straighten his tie, check his belt line, and put on his sales face before walking over to greet the new visitors.

K&C was the oldest continuous RegCon sponsor. And the biggest. This wasn’t just a table and someone handing out pamphlets; this was 600 square feet of interactive displays, sizing guides, consultation desks, and of course, pyramid stacks of all their grown-size diapers and other incontinence products, in every size and color imaginable, with a staff of five brand ambassadors mingling with convention-goers around the booth, ready to answer questions, show off their latest products, ring up sales, and set up diaper subscriptions. And overseeing the whole operation was Cathleen Holt, the recently-named Division Vice President for Sales and Marketing.

When the marketing department put out the e-mail a few months ago looking for volunteers to become brand ambassadors, Vaughn jumped at the opportunity, sending a response to Cathleen straight away. He had only been with the company for a year, but he really impressed the boss with his enthusiasm and how much he knew about all the products. He even expressed admiration for the company; K&C was one of the first major diaper manufacturers to pursue the regression market a few years ago, and now held a commanding lead among competing brands.

Cathleen was clearly impressed. “You obviously believe in the product. If I can make you a subject matter expert, I think you’ll make a great addition.” The boss gave him a single-purpose MP3 player covering all the product information, and stuck him on a plane to RegCon. It had all happened pretty fast, and he felt bewildered having listened to that headset all through the flight, but that’s how Vaughn found himself in the Expo Hall at the convention, approaching two potential customers.

“Hello. Do you have any questions about Daisy Girls?”

The man and woman turned away from the television. Vaughn felt a little bit like a used car salesman, swooping in like this, but he really wanted to impress the execs, and that meant enrolling diaper subscriptions. It was clear Cathleen had taken a liking to the junior analyst, and if he could prove his worth over the next few days, the sky was the limit for his career!

The woman gestured over to the video, “This stuff looks pretty advanced, but is this only available for girls?”

“Daisy Girls are designed and formulated with girls in mind. They’ll fit a boy, but many of these features are also available in our 3rd generation SecurAlls. We have a few options over this way.”

Vaughn led his new customers to the opposite side of a prominent tower of bright pink accident pants. Another stack of their less-feminine, more medical-looking counterparts, SecurAll protective undergarments, sat behind.

“You’re not the first people to get confused when they didn’t mention SecurAlls this morning. We’re just trying to market the Daisy Girls to more people. New product.”

Vaughn ran through all the sales points in his mind and began his pitch. “While girls and young women are generally more accepting of childish designs on their underwear, boys will resist it, and reject their training. Plain white pants will ease them into their rediapering.” He pointed to the labeling on the bag. “It even says, ‘For men,’ so it’ll be easier to help him along.

The man spoke up. “But these have all the drugs and phone stuff as the girly pants?”

“Some of them do. We realize that every regression case is different, and even though our medication layer is tested safe, many mommies and daddies are reluctant. That’s why all our products have medicated and non-medicated versions. You just have to know what to look for.”

He held up one bag of 15. “See how this bag has a picture a picture of an orange blossom? That means these pants are treated with vasocaine, which dulls bladder fullness signals reaching the brain.” He picked up a different bag. “This one with a blue jay on the front is un-medicated.”

“Wouldn’t that cause confusion? Why not just say whether it’s medicated on the bag?

“Because we don’t want our littles to get spooked. Remember that at this stage of diaper training, we’re trying to head off any resistance, at least until they grow comfortable with their protection. In our market testing, even when we told subjects the medication was just to prevent rash, they still rejected it. So parents need to be a little sneaky.”

The woman pointed at the bag. “And what this little square… computer thingy?”

“They’re called QR codes. You can use these to pair any of our diapering products with our K&C Kare app. It helps you track progress, and it makes sure they can’t hide any accidents from you, or take it off during the day.”

Vaughn placed the two bags back on the display table and straightened them up a bit.

“Well, you certainly seem knowledgeable,” the man said.

“Thank you sir. We’re here to answer any questions you might have. But if I may ask you a question, why do you want to rediaper your little one?”

Of course, Vaughn left out the real reason the reason he knew so much about the product line, and it wasn’t because he loved studying ad copy. Ever since he was just a kid, he had been fascinated with diapers. He loved their cuddly feel, the smell of baby powder, and the way he looked in the mirror. And even though he never wet his diapers, it just felt right wearing them. He had already sampled pretty much the entire K&C line, boys and girls, and he wanted to be the first DL in his chatroom to wear Daisy Girls. They were debuting at RegCon this year, so at least for a few days, this was the only place to get some.

His original plan was just to grab a bag after the conference, during tear-down. But after listening to all the product specs and sales points over the last day and a half, Vaughn could hardly wait. He really wanted to slip into some protection, right away! Early that morning, he came down to the booth and saw a single bag just sitting on a table. Just his size, and the picture of the squirrel on the packaging meant no vasocaine. Animals meant it wasn’t medicated, flowers and plants meant it was. Without bothering any of the early birds milling around, he quietly rang up a sale to a fake name, ran back up to his room, tried it on, posed a little, took a quick picture for the chatroom, got dressed, and went down to the booth with his naughty little secret.

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Charlotte, the young woman from earlier in the video, was now sitting in a lecture hall full of other students, watching an instructor at the front of the room. If you looked closely, you could just see the pink waistband of her Daisy Girls pants peeking out from under her blue jeans. She was tapping away at her laptop, just like every other student in the room, but she was also fidgeting a little, like she was uncomfortable. As the teacher at the white board droned on about the day’s lesson, Charlotte stopped moving. She wasn’t exactly frozen, just suddenly relaxed.

A male announcer spoke, “All of these features combine to guide your little sweetheart to full diaper dependency! Charlotte here doesn’t even know she’s wetting! Or that she’s leaked a little! RediWet™ technology’s tested-safe medicated treatment kept her from realizing that she had to pee, or even that she was going! Plus our delayed-sensation absorption layer will keep her skin dry up to 15 minutes after wetting. In a few moments though, she’ll feel that she’s had a wetting accident, and didn’t even know it!”

A smartphone appeared superimposed over the scene. The screen read, “Wetting Alert! 9:17 AM (210 mL),” decorated with flowers, butterflies, and a big grinning yellow droplet. The announcer continued, “But you’ll know. Full Internet connectivity will notify you every time your little one makes her pants all soggy, letting you track progress.” A caption at the bottom of the screen read, “Smartphone app required for Internet monitoring. Data rates and surcharges may apply.”

The professor dismissed the class, and all the students moved to pack up their belongings and leave. Charlotte closed her laptop and stood up to open her bookbag when she suddenly froze and looked down. Two small wet spots, about the size of quarters, had appeared on her inner thighs. Her face crinkled up as if she were about to cry. The professor, the only person who had noticed the scene, just smiled and shook his head. Looks like another student will be dropping out in a couple weeks.

The announcer continued, “Charlotte’s confidence has taken a big hit, and she’ll be ready for full-time diapering in no time at all!”

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From the little consulting desk built into the booth decorations, Vaughn could clearly hear the commercial that had been running on repeat all that morning. Surely by the end of the conference, he’d be able to recite it from memory. But for now, he had more pressing concerns.

His two customers were the Lewises. They explained how they were getting concerned about their own 14-year-old. He was spending hours after school sitting at his computer playing violent video games, screaming unspeakable obscenities into his headset, and increasingly, at his parents. Vaughn assured them that their story was a common one, and that a well-executed regression plan would bring their baby boy back from the brink. It was a friendly talk, for the most part. They also chatted about some of the other reasons people regressed their kids, how big the convention was getting, the different types of preschools opening up, and other gossip.

But even as they bantered, Vaughn was awash with a sense of urgency. Mrs. Lewis had mentioned they had a seat reserved in a regression roadmap workshop that morning, and that they would have to leave very soon. Vaughn knew that if they left, he would miss his chance, so he was trying every trick in his arsenal to keep the conversation open and move them toward a sale.

“This sounds like a pretty solid deal, but maybe we should come back after we put our regression plan together,” Mr. Lewis said.

“Well maybe not, sir. The workshop can be very busy, and I know from past years that a lot of parents don’t always finish their plans during allotted time. You’ll be shocked how fast an hour and a half flies by. I just think it would give both of you a leg up if you decided a few things ahead of time.”

“Like what?” Mrs. Lewis asked.

“Just some of the basics. Like what age you want to regress your son to. Or whether you want him mobile or not. Or what level of potty control you want, and whether you want to use hypnosis, meds, or both. And based on what you’re telling me, you’ll want full diaper dependence to make him fully reliant on you, and to pry him away from those awful shooters. This is just going to be one tool in your your arsenal, but it is a tool you’ll need to decide on.”

“It’s pretty pricey…”

Vaughn wasn’t normally a sales shark like this, but for some reason, he was just consumed with an urge to close the sale. This sale. On the outside, of course, he looked calm, but inside he felt like he might just explode if he couldn’t talk them into a subscription.

“I know it’s a big commitment, but think of it this way: A year from now, when your son’s transformed back into the sweet little boy you remember, you’ll know it was worth it. You’ll know you made the right choice, for him and your family.”

Mr. and Mrs. Lewis turned to each other and spoke in hushed tones. Then, finally, they turned back to Vaughn. “All right,” Mr. Lewis said, “We can start with a regular supply of SecurAlls for now. We can change or cancel the subscription later, right?”

“Of course! You can log into our website or even use the app to move up to thicker diapers, depending where your regression plan takes you.” Vaughn eagerly began entering order information into his laptop. “You’ll want one bag a week to start. That will give you some spares for when the accidents really start to pick up. Oh, may I have a major credit card, please?”

At last! Vaughn felt a wave of relief wash over him, as if an incredible pressure had been released. Mr. Lewis opened up his wallet to retrieve his platinum card as his wife interjected, “We’ll want the medicated version, with va…” She stumbled a little.

“Vasocaine. Absolutely. Like we discussed earlier, these pants will have flowers on the packaging. Nothing to indicate medication.”

As Vaughn inserted the credit card into his attached chip reader, Cathleen just happened to walk by. What perfect timing! She’d be so proud of what he’d just done!

“Hello, sir. Ma’am. Has Vaughn been able to answer all your questions?”

Mr. Lewis stood up to shake Cathleen’s hand. “Absolutely! He’s been a big help for us. Bright young man.”

Vaughn kept typing to finalize the order. “Mr. and Mrs. Lewis, this is Cathleen Holt, Vice President of Sales. Mr. and Mrs. Lewis are going to be regressing their son, and they’ve ordered a subscription to medicated SecurAlls to get started.”

“Congratulations both of you! You’re going to find this so rewarding. I personally have regressed five little boys myself, and watching them change into diaper babies always just melts my heart.”

Huh, Vaughn thought to himself. I didn’t realize she had that many kids.

“Just one little note for you two”, Cathleen continued. “I don’t want you to get confused when your package arrives. All our medicated products have animals on the packaging, not plants. Your son’s special pants will have a blue jay on them.”

What?

Mrs. Lewis spoke up. “Well we have the regression roadmap workshop starting in a few minutes, and I’d like to make sure we get a good seat. Thank you very much Ms. Holt. And you too, Vaughn!”

The packages with animals ARE medicated? I’ve been absorbing that drug all morning?! Vaughn slowly and discretely reached down to his trousers and gave his pants a gentle squeeze. Even before he could feel the wetness in his pants, he could plainly feel that the Daisy Girls he’d been wearing were swollen now. He’d just wet himself! What if he’s leaked?

After the Lewises walked off, Cathleen then turned to Vaughn. There was something odd about her smile. “Great job! Two subscriptions! You’ve really been working hard this morning. I knew I made the right choice bringing you here. I know you really want to impress me, don’t you?”

Vaughn was still sitting in the booth, afraid to move. “Um… yes. Who wouldn’t want to impress the big boss?”

“Well don’t stop while you’re ahead, silly goose! Get back out there. We’re just starting to get busy now.”

Vaughn gingerly stood up, his accident pants now clearly letting him know he’d peed. “Actually boss, can I just run up to my hotel room real quick? I think I may have left something up there.”

Cathleen still wore an inscrutable smile. “Another workshop is letting out now. There are going to be dozens of baby parents coming in here looking for diapers for their babies. You have a break scheduled at one. You can do personal stuff then.”

With that, Cathleen left him. It had already been 2 hours since he’d put on the Daisy Girls and began absorbing the vasocaine through his skin. And the longer he went, the stronger the affects would be, and the longer they’d last.

Vaughn could be stuck wearing Daisy Girls for quite a while…

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Charlotte’s mother was in the living room reading a book when her daughter sidled in through the door, trying to avoid anyone.

“Charlotte? Aren’t you going to say hello? Or give your mother a hug?”

As Charlotte turned to face her mother, you could plainly see the wet spots on her jeans had grown, like she’d had another accident since fleeing her class. She began to cry.

“Mommy! I don’t understand what’s happening! I just looked down and I… I had an accident!”

The mother crossed the room to hug and console her crying little girl. “Oh honey, it’s okay. It’s not anybody’s fault. Mommy will help you get cleaned up. Let me draw you a nice bubble bath, then afterwards you can listen to music on your headphones. That always relaxes you.”

As the pair began walking upstairs, the mother turned back to the camera. “Daisy Girls: The first step for diaper dependence. Talk to a K&C representative for more information!”

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I love this story. The new twist with our salesman… excellent