Pretending at Pre-School (Updated with Part 4)

[Toet]

thanks for the story, i love it.

[TBCuri]

Curious...

[adventurekido]

Chapter 3: Demoted to Daycare

As Kylie entered the daycare room, her tear-streaked face revealed the lingering effects of her embarrassing accident. Ms. Daisy led her to the changing area, a small corner of the room designated for the delicate task of diaper changes. Kylie's hand trembled as it clasped onto Ms. Daisy's, the mushy mess squishing between her legs, a constant reminder of her regression.

 

Taking a deep breath, Kylie fought back the urge to cry further. She didn't want to appear even more like a baby in front of Ms. Daisy. The scent of baby powder and the faint rustle of plastic greeted her as she approached the changing table, its padded surface beckoning her to submit to the ultimate humiliation.

 

Ms. Daisy maintained a sympathetic smile as she spoke in a soothing voice. "Alright, Kylie, let's get that dirty pull-up off you, shall we? You're going to be back in diapers until you show us and your mommy that you're ready for potty training.”

 

Kylie's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, a mix of shame and resignation filling her thoughts. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Okay, Ms. Daisy.”

 

Gently, Ms. Daisy helped Kylie onto the changing table, her delicate touch contrasting with the demeaning task at hand. Kylie laid down, feeling the cool plastic against her exposed skin, vulnerable to the gaze of anyone who entered the room.

 

Ms. Daisy retrieved the supplies needed for the diaper change, her running commentary a constant reminder of Kylie's infantilized status. "Well, well, look at this messy little bottom. We can't have you walking around like this, can we? Let's get you nice and clean.”

 

Kylie's face burned with humiliation as she stared up at the ceiling, her legs raised and held in place by Ms. Daisy's firm hands. She bit her lip, suppressing the mix of emotions swirling inside her—embarrassment, frustration, and a strange yearning for the validation that came with her role as a baby.

 

The sound of wipes being pulled from the container filled the air, accompanied by the gentle swishing of the cleaning process. Kylie couldn't help but cringe with each wipe, her vulnerability magnified by the knowledge that she was being taken care of like an infant. The sensation of being thoroughly cleaned and powdered, the soft caress of the fresh diaper being pulled snugly between her legs, marked the undeniable reality of her position.

 

Once the diaper change was complete, Ms. Daisy helped Kylie down from the changing table, her demeanor kind but tinged with a subtle condescension. Kylie stood before her, clad only in a diaper and her t-shirt, her childish appearance a stark contrast to the older children she had been among just a day ago.

 

With a warm smile, Ms. Daisy took Kylie's hand, leading her on a tour of the daycare room. She pointed out the various play areas, explaining the differences between daycare and the preschool class Kylie had previously attended. As they moved through the room, Kylie couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. The activities available in daycare seemed limited and geared towards much younger children.

 

Ms. Daisy's voice carried a hint of gentle teasing as she spoke. "Here in daycare, we have plenty of toys for our little ones. And don't forget, if you need a diaper change, just let one of the teachers know. We'll take care of you.”

 

Kylie's heart sank as she surveyed the Fisher-Price baby toys scattered on the floor. She realized that her days would be filled with simple, infantile play, devoid of the academic challenges and social interactions she had experienced in preschool. The realization settled heavily upon her, and for a moment, she felt a surge of resentment towards Ms. Lily for forcing her to come to Daycare.

 

Left to free play, Kylie sat on the floor, surrounded by the baby toys that had suddenly become her sole source of amusement. She grasped a plastic rattle, shaking it half-heartedly, her mind lost in a mix of conflicting emotions. The air in the room seemed thick with condescension and the weight of her newfound role. The once-exciting adventure of embracing her "little" side now felt like a burden she was trapped within.

 

As she sat there, her diaper crinkling with each shift of her body, Kylie began to understand the gravity of her situation. She was no longer the independent, capable girl she had been before. She was a baby, a toddler in the eyes of the world, and the road back to her former self seemed distant and uncertain.

 

 

Kylie sat on the play mat, her attention drifting from one baby toy to another. The once vibrant colors and playful shapes now held little interest for her. Nervousness gnawed at her as she sucked her thumb, seeking some form of comfort amidst the unfamiliar surroundings. But her attempt to find solace was quickly interrupted by Ms. Daisy's disapproving voice.

 

"Kylie, that's icky," Ms. Daisy chided, reaching into her pocket and producing a pacifier. She held it out to Kylie, her expression a mix of gentle concern and amusement. "Here, use this cutie, I don’t want you sticking your yucky thumb in your mouth that is dirty baby.”

 

Kylie's face flushed with embarrassment as she reluctantly accepted the pacifier. She pressed it against her lips, the rubbery taste invading her mouth. It was a stark reminder that she was no longer in control, no longer the mature girl she had once prided herself on being.

 

Ms. Daisy, undeterred by Kylie's lack of enthusiasm, made an effort to engage her in play. She sat behind Kylie, positioning herself as she would with any other baby, and introduced various stuffed animals and baby toys to her trying to get her to play. With exaggerated enthusiasm, she demonstrated how certain toys worked, eliciting a forced smile from Kylie and a giggle from Ms. Daisy.

 

"Now, Kylie, let's see if you can put the shape in the hole," Ms. Daisy encouraged, holding up a shape sorter toy. Kylie's eyes widened with a mix of embarrassment and resignation. It was a task designed for babies, one she had long surpassed. But she obediently took the toy in her hands, attempting to fit the square block into the corresponding hole.

 

Ms. Daisy's smile grew, her tone laced with amusement. "That's it, Kylie! Good job! You're such a clever little girl.”

 

Kylie's cheeks burned with a mix of humiliation and frustration. She had been reduced to a little helpless baby, clumsily moving through effortless tasks to appease her caretaker. As the morning wore on, she found herself subjected to more infantile activities, from identifying animal sounds to completing simple puzzles, all under the watchful eye of Ms. Daisy.

 

Kylie managed to find a glimmer of joy amidst the embarrassment and began to relax into the current environment. She caught sight of a boy close to her and waved at him with her stuffed bunny.

“Hi I is Eric and this is my snuffles” the boy said while waving back with his little stuffed elephant.

 

His playful spirit provided a temporary respite from her predicament and she felt relief in being able to connect with her new classmates. They engaged in some imaginative play with stuffed animals, creating a world of their own where they were heroes and princesses.

 

But as their playtime reached its peak, the little boy suddenly paused, his face reddening. Kylie's expression shifted from delight to disgust as she realized what was happening. He was pooping himself, right in front of her. A mixture of empathy and revulsion surged through Kylie, her own embarrassment momentarily overshadowed by the uncomfortable sight.

 

She turned to Ms. Daisy, her voice whiny and condescending. "Ms. Daisy, he's pooping! It's gross!”

 

Ms. Daisy's laughter filled the room, her response teasing and condescending. "Well, Kylie, considering you just had a messy bottom not too long ago, I don't think you can complain too much after your stinky pants this morning. It's all part of being a little baby, isn't it?”

 

Kylie's cheeks flushed crimson as she realized the truth in Ms. Daisy's words. She had lost the privilege of dignity, the ability to navigate the world with maturity. In daycare, she was just another baby, subjected to the messy, embarrassing realities of infancy.

 

As lunchtime arrived, Kylie's heart sank further. She watched as the babies in daycare were placed in high chairs, their little legs dangling in anticipation of the meal to come. Too her great dismay, she saw an empty Fisher Price high chair at the end which she couldn’t help but figure was for her.

 

“Come along honey, I got this out of storage just for you, I think it will just fit” Ms. Daisy said as she grabbed Kylie’s hand and led her over to the very babyish contraption.

 

“Here we go darling, let’s get you all strapped in” Ms. Daisy said as she position Kylie in the seat.

 

As the straps were tighten and the tray was clipped on Kylie couldn’t help feeling silly and even more so that she actually fit in the chair so well, with only her toes barely brushing the floor. She felt confined and helpless as she pondered on what could possible be for lunch.

 

A bib was tied around her neck, completing her transformation into a helpless infant. Ms. Emily, the woman from the front desk, joined Ms. Daisy during feeding time, their playful banter and teasing directed at Kylie. The familiar taste of baby food filled her mouth as spoonful after spoonful was fed to her, each bite a reminder of her regressed state.

 

Once lunchtime came to an end, Kylie's eyes widened as Ms. Daisy led her towards the sleeping area. Some babies were already in cribs, blissfully unaware of the world around them. But Kylie was deemed too big for the cribs, her place assigned to a sleeping mat within the playpen.

 

She watched, her cheeks aflame, as a bottle was placed in her hands. The weight of it, the image of regression it conveyed, was almost too much to bear. She hesitated, her eyes flickering between the bottle and Ms. Daisy, silently pleading for a reprieve from this humiliation.

 

But Ms. Daisy's gentle smile held no solace. "It's nap time, Kylie. Babies need their bottles before they sleep, don't they?”

 

Resigned, Kylie brought the bottle to her lips, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She drank the warm milk, each swallow a bitter reminder of her demotion to infancy. As the room grew hushed with slumber, she lay there on the sleeping mat, the world around her reduced to the soft rhythm of breathing and the echoes of her own racing thoughts.

 

And in that moment, she couldn't help but wonder how she had arrived at this point, how her once-normal life had spiraled into this surreal existence of babyhood. The answers eluded her as she drifted into a fitful sleep, longing for a reality that seemed impossibly distant.

 

As Kylie lay on the nap mat in the playpen, she became aware of a growing pressure in her bladder. The sensation intensified, a gentle but persistent urging that demanded her attention. She squirmed slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, but the need only intensified.

 

Feeling a mixture of curiosity and surrender, Kylie hesitated for a moment, allowing herself to fully embrace the infantile nature of her current predicament. With a subtle shift in her posture, she relaxed the muscles that held back her urine, letting the warm sensation gradually wash over her.

 

A subtle warmth spread across the padding of her diaper, seeping into its absorbent layers. She felt a peculiar mix of satisfaction and vulnerability as the familiar sensation of wetness enveloped her. It was as if a small part of her had regressed, succumbing to the simplicity of a bodily function she had long left behind.

 

She could feel the wetness expanding, the diaper swelling slightly against her skin. The feeling was both strange and oddly comforting, a reminder of her temporary regression into a world of dependency. With each passing second, the urine soaked deeper into the padding, its warmth spreading to every crevice and fold of the diaper.

 

Kylie closed her eyes, allowing herself to revel in the experience. She could almost envision the image of a cartoon cloud forming above her, symbolic of the wetness that now enveloped her. It was a moment of surrender, an embrace of her role as a helpless baby.

 

But amid the surrender, a faint twinge of embarrassment tugged at her consciousness. She was simply a baby, free from the complexities that had weighed her down before.

 

As the shame lingered, Kylie's mind danced between these conflicting emotions. She understood the irrationality of reveling in her diapered state while feeling a twinge of embarrassment. It was a delicate balance, an intricate dance between embracing her new reality and lamenting the loss of her former self.

 

 

As Kylie stirred from her nap, her eyes fluttered open to the sight of Ms. Daisy leaning over her in the playpen. The soft glow of the daycare room cast a gentle light on the scene, highlighting Ms. Daisy's smiling face. Kylie couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at the realization that she had wet her diaper while she slept.

 

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Ms. Daisy greeted, her voice laced with a playful tone. "Looks like someone had quite the wet dream, huh?”

 

Blushing at the playful remark, Kylie squirmed slightly on the nap mat. She was acutely aware of the heavy, sagging feeling of her soaked diaper. Her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and amusement at Ms. Daisy's teasing.

 

Ms. Daisy's hands moved deftly, sliding them beneath Kylie's diaper to check for wetness. Her touch was gentle but purposeful, her fingers exploring the front of the diaper to assess the extent of its saturation. Kylie couldn't help but squirm under the scrutiny, her cheeks burning with a mixture of humiliation and anticipation.

 

"Ooh, looks like little Kylie had quite the accident," Ms. Daisy remarked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "This diaper is soaked, my little baby.”

 

Kylie's blush deepened as she realized the extent of her wetness. She had fully embraced her role as a dependent little one, and her soaked diaper served as a visible reminder of her regression.

 

With a playful pat on Kylie's diapered bottom, Ms. Daisy chuckled and said, "Come on, sweetie, let's get you changed. Can't have my little baby girl walking around in a soggy diaper all day, now can we?”

 

Kylie, feeling a mix of vulnerability and anticipation, followed obediently as Ms. Daisy led her over to the changing table. The scent of baby powder and the sight of freshly unfolded diapers filled the air, creating a comforting and familiar atmosphere.

 

Kylie couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation as she climbed up onto the table, her diapered bottom crinkling beneath her.

 

As she settled onto the changing table, Kylie glanced up at Ms. Daisy, who stood beside her with a playful smile. The anticipation of being stripped down and cleaned up was both thrilling and embarrassing. She couldn't deny the strange allure of relinquishing control, of surrendering to the caretaking hands of someone else.

 

Ms. Daisy's fingers deftly unfastened the tapes of Kylie's soaked diaper, causing a cool rush of air to wash over her warm, damp skin. Kylie squirmed slightly under the sensation, a mixture of discomfort and relief flooding her senses.

 

With a gentle but firm touch, Ms. Daisy lifted Kylie's legs, wiping away the remnants of her wetness. Kylie blushed as the cold wipes made contact with her sensitive skin, their presence a constant reminder of her need for care and attention.

 

"There we go, all clean," Ms. Daisy said, her voice soothing and comforting. "Time for a fresh diaper, my little one.”

 

Kylie watched as Ms. Daisy unfolded a clean, fluffy diaper and positioned it beneath her. The crinkling sound filled the air, a symphony of babyish dependency. She couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of her situation, the way in which she willingly embraced this regressive role.

 

As Ms. Daisy expertly fastened the tapes of the fresh diaper snugly around Kylie's waist, she couldn't resist one last playful comment. "There we go, all snug and dry. My little baby is ready for more adventures!

 

Kylie blushed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement swirling within her. She couldn't deny the strange thrill of being cared for in this way, of surrendering to her dependence on others. As she hopped down from the changing table, her newly changed diaper crinkling beneath her, she was filled with a renewed sense of both vulnerability and acceptance. With a pat on her crinkly bottom Ms. Daisy told her to go play nice with the others.

 

 

As Kylie scanned the room in search of something to capture her attention, her eyes landed on a large baby walker tucked away in the corner. Its colorful frame and assortment of dangling toys beckoned to her curious nature. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of intrigue and reluctance. After all, the baby walker was meant for infants, not for a big girl like her.

 

Ms. Daisy, ever observant, noticed Kylie's gaze fixed on the walker and approached her with a playful smile. "Oh, Kylie, I see you’ve found our special fun baby walker. Do you want to give it a try? I bet you'd have so much fun!”

 

Kylie's brows furrowed, a tinge of whining in her voice. "But it's for babies, Ms. Daisy. I won't fit, and it's silly.”

 

Undeterred, Ms. Daisy crouched down to Kylie's level, her eyes filled with encouragement. "Oh, come on now, sweetie. Let's give it a try. I promise you'll enjoy it. And don't worry, I'll help you get in.”

 

Reluctantly, Kylie allowed herself to be persuaded. She watched as Ms. Daisy positioned herself beside the baby walker, her arms extended, ready to lift her. With an unexpected strength, Ms. Daisy effortlessly hoisted Kylie up and gently placed her into the tiny seat.

 

Kylie's eyes widened in surprise as she found herself nestled within the walker. The seat was a tight fit, her legs splayed out horizontally, but she managed to settle in, her padded bottom snug against the fabric. A mix of excitement and self-consciousness coursed through her veins.

 

Ms. Daisy couldn't help but coo at the sight of Kylie in the baby walker. "Oh, Kylie, you look absolutely adorable! Look at those little legs sticking out. Such a cute baby girl!”

 

Blushing at the baby talk and the attention she was receiving, Kylie squirmed slightly in her confined space. She couldn't deny the flutter of embarrassment that tingled within her, mingled with a hint of exhilaration. After all, she had willingly embraced this regression, and now she found herself experiencing it in full force.

 

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Ms. Daisy began to push Kylie around the room, guiding the baby walker with gentle and playful nudges. Kylie's hands instinctively gripped the tray in front of her as she was propelled forward. The wheels squeaked in protest, adding a whimsical soundtrack to their impromptu adventure.

 

"Ready, little baby? Off we go!" Ms. Daisy exclaimed, her voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

Kylie's heart raced with a mix of nervousness and excitement as she moved forward, her feet barely touching the ground. The baby walker carried her along, swaying side to side as Ms. Daisy guided her through the room.

 

As they traversed the space, Ms. Daisy couldn't resist bouncing Kylie up and down in the walker, eliciting a cascade of giggles from the little girl. The world around her blurred as her senses became absorbed in the moment, the joy of surrendering to this infantile experience.

 

Ms. Daisy's voice, dripping with affectionate sarcasm, intermingled with the sound of the wheels and Kylie's laughter. "Who's my bouncy baby? Yes, that's right, you are! Up and down we go!"

Each bounce sent a thrill coursing through Kylie's body, a delightful mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. She couldn't deny the absurdity of her situation, the way in which she had willingly embraced her regression. Yet, in this moment, she found a strange sense of liberation, a temporary escape from the expectations and responsibilities of adulthood.

 

As the walker came to a gentle halt, Ms. Daisy grinned down at Kylie, her eyes filled with warmth. "Well, little one, how was that? Did you have fun?”

 

Kylie's cheeks flushed a rosy shade as she caught her breath, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah... it was... actually kind of fun," she admitted, her voice laced with a mix of embarrassment and delight.

 

As Kylie happily bounced in the baby walker, her stuffie held tightly in her small hands, her attention was suddenly captured by the sight of Miss Lily, her former preschool teacher. The memories of the days when she was considered a "big girl" flooded her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of nostalgia and embarrassment at her current predicament.

 

Miss Lily, her eyes alight with amusement, approached Kylie with exaggerated waves and a playful smile. "Well, well, well, look who we have here! How adorable you are, I guess Daycare was the right move for you after all” she said with a hint of sarcasm

 

Kylie's face flushed with a combination of delight and self-consciousness. She waved back, a hint of embarrassment coloring her voice. “Uhhh hi there, Miss Lily - I was just playing a little and so Ms. Daisy helped me in here.”

 

Miss Lily's playful teasing continued as she cooed at Kylie in baby talk. “Well I think it soots you just perfectly, you look just like a little baby.”

 

Kylie covered her face in embarrassment and Ms. Lily took it as an opportunity to continue her playful game, “Aww is Kylie shy, its okay I can play that game to - Peek-a-boo, I see you!" She covered and uncovered her eyes, adding a touch of sarcasm to her tone.

 

Kylie couldn't help but giggle, her heart warming at the familiar banter with Miss Lily.

As the giggles subsided, Miss Daisy joined them, holding a bottle in her hand. A mischievous glimmer danced in her eyes as she suggested, "Hey, Miss Lily, why don't you feed Kylie her bottle? I’m sure she is hungry”

 

Miss Lily's laughter joined in with Miss Daisy's, the two educators sharing a playful camaraderie. "Oh, sure, I'd be delighted," she replied with a grin.

 

Kylie's eyes widened with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as Miss Lily carefully placed the bottle to Kylie's lips, her voice laced with a teasing tone. "Now, now, Kylie, be a good girl and drink your baba. Babies need their milk, don't they?”

 

With little recourse other than to comply Kylie nodded as she suckled on the bottle, the sweet warmth of the liquid filling her mouth. As she began to quickly guzzle the sweet liquid milk dribbled from the corner of her mouth, trickling down her chin.

 

Miss Lily chuckled affectionately, her voice tinged with gentleness. "Oh, my messy little baby. We'll have to wipe that milk off your chin, won't we?" She playfully dabbed at Kylie's chin with a soft cloth, her touch gentle yet filled with amusement.

 

Miss Daisy and Miss Lily exchanged knowing glances, their giggles spilling forth. "Seems like we have quite the messy little girl here," Miss Daisy remarked with a playful wink.

Kylie blushed, her cheeks burning. She couldn't deny the thrill of being the center of attention, even if it meant being the subject of gentle mockery. It was all part of the experience she had willingly embraced, a journey that demanded vulnerability and a willingness to shed her adult inhibitions.

 

 

As Kylie continued to drink from the bottle, the warm liquid soothing her, a sudden cramp twisted in her tummy. Her eyes widened in surprise, her face contorting with a mix of discomfort and realization. She shifted uncomfortably in the confines of the baby walker, her stomach churning.

 

Unable to control the inevitable, Kylie felt her diaper fill, the familiar warmth spreading between her legs. She was displeased by this new sensation, the baby walker constricting the mess and squishing against her caused the mess to fill the entirety of her diaper.

 

Miss Lily, immediately noticed what had happened. Her eyes widened dramatically, her hand covering her nose in an exaggerated manner. "Oh my goodness, someone made a stinky!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with mock surprise.

 

Kylie's face burned with embarrassment, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. She squirmed in the baby walker, feeling both self-conscious and oddly thrilled by Miss Lily's exaggerated reaction.

 

Miss Daisy couldn't help but join in the teasing, her laughter bubbling forth. "Well, well, Kylie, you are quite the little stinker today?” Her voice was tinged with amusement.

 

Miss Lily, still playfully holding her nose, continued her teasing. “Well I guess its time for yet another fresh diaper isn’t? You’re just a little poopoo monster aren’t you” Her words were spoken with a lighthearted tone, but Kylie couldn't help but feel a pang of humiliation mixed with a strange sense of surrender.

 

Miss Daisy stepped forward, her voice soothing. "Come on, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up and feeling fresh again." She reached out her hand, guiding Kylie out of the baby walker and leading her towards the changing table.

 

As they reached the changing table, Miss Lily continued her playful banter. “That is quite the smelly bottom sweetie, you are lucky Ms. Daisy is so experienced in this department” She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

 

Kylie obediently laid down on the soft surface of the changing table, her legs raised as Miss Daisy began to remove her soiled diaper. The cool air brushed against her exposed skin, heightening her awareness of her helplessness and the intimate act taking place.

 

Miss Lily lingered aside the changing table entertaining herself with a touch of theatrics, pretended to fan the air around her. "Phew, it's a good thing we caught that stinky diaper in time. Otherwise, everyone in the daycare would be holding their noses!" Her teasing tone filled the room, causing giggles to ripple through the air.

 

Kylie's cheeks burned even hotter, the mixture of humiliation and excitement intensifying with each passing moment. She squirmed slightly under Miss Daisy's gentle touch, the sensation of being cleaned and powdered reminding her of her vulnerable state.

 

As the fresh diaper was securely fastened around her waist, Kylie couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of relief and a tinge of sadness. The experience had been simultaneously embarrassing and exhilarating, reminding her of the journey she had willingly embarked upon.

 

As she stood up from the changing table, her diaper crinkling softly,

 

Miss Lily patted her on the back. "There we go, all fresh and clean. This is where you truly belong, isn’t little one?" Her tone held a blend of affection and teasing, underscoring the peculiar dynamic of their role-play.

 

Kylie looked up at the two women, her eyes reflecting a complex array of emotions. She felt a sense of surrender, a willingness to embrace this infantile world.

[diaper24/7]

Nice new chapter.

[YourFNF]

Okay I'm definitely convinced the daycare staff are in on it...

[Secretstash]

I'm so glad you continued the story, for a minute there I had thought that the comments from before had dissuaded you from posting more of the story. So glad I was wrong, keep up the excellent work, it's been great so far!

[wetdiaper55]

good chapter.....let,s see how it goes at home with mom

[Pampertimmy]

I’m really enjoying this story. Please keep going. I’m looking forward to the next chapter.

[Olympiczero]

Really enjoying your idea. I am looking forward to the next segment! Thanks for sharing your story

[bigbabyjoseph]

I so need more of this story! I can’t wait for the next chapter! 

[Secretstash]

Really hope we see another chapter of this phenomenal story soon 😁

 

(sorry to those who thought this got bumped to the top due to a new chapter 😜)

[wetdiaper55]

Is there going to be more?🤩

[Zylo1893]

Hope to see more. This has been great.

[Babyregressme]

More?

[adventurekido]

Apologies for the delay in the update, I've been very busy the last few weeks. This initial story has roughly 3 more parts and then will evolve into a new story with Kylie and a character that will be introduced in the next installment. I hope everyone is enjoying this story and is looking forward to more... I have to say the part after this I really really like a lot. 

 

PICK UP TIME

As Kylie stood there, her freshly changed diaper crinkling softly beneath her, she heard a familiar voice behind her. Turning around, she saw her mother standing at the entrance of the daycare center, a mix of surprise and amusement evident on her face. Kylie's heart skipped a beat, a wave of both embarrassment and relief washing over her.

 

“Well well well, look at you Kylie, what on earth happened today?" her mother exclaimed, a hint of laughter in her voice. She walked closer, taking in the sight of Kylie standing there with her diapered bottom on display, a pacifier clipped to her collar. Kylie's cheeks flushed with a mixture of humiliation and a strange sense of cuteness.

 

Ms. Lily and Ms. Daisy welcomed Kylie's mother, explaining the situation with a mix of affection and amusement. "Oh, Mrs. Thompson, Kylie had quite the messy accident this morning, per our earlier discussion we thought it best to have her in the daycare for the rest of the day," Ms. Daisy explained, her voice laced with a touch of condescension. “Frankly.” She continued, “Kylie fit in quite well with us, I was a bit surprised how many diapers she went through, I think she might have little tummy bug or ate something that didn’t agree with her.

 

Mrs. Thompson chuckled, shaking her head playfully. "Well, it looks like my little princess isn’t quite ready to keep up with the big kids, is she?" She glanced at Kylie, a twinkle in her eye. "I have to admit, she does look absolutely adorable just in her little diapers like this, albeit I was hopeful she’d be beyond this at her age.”

 

Kylie's face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. She couldn't help but feel like a helpless baby in this moment, exposed to the playful teasing of her mother and the daycare staff. She glanced down at the new diaper chart in Ms. Daisy's hands, the evidence of her numerous changes throughout the day. Each mark on the chart seemed to deepen her sense of humiliation.

 

“Well they all grow up at their own pace, and you know I think its pretty special to get to enjoy her being a little girl just a little longer.” Ms. Daisy says with a playful wink.

 

Mrs. Thompson turned her attention to Ms. Daisy, her voice filled with mock concern. "Thank you for taking care of her today, Ms. Daisy. I hope she hasn't been too much trouble with all those messy diapers. Looks like we'll need to bring in some extra supplies for the future - I think we’ll keep her in the Daycare room for the foreseeable future until she shows she is at least mature enough to start asking for the potty.” She couldn't help but tease, her words dripping with playful sarcasm as she lent a playful wink to Ms. Daisy.

 

 

Kylie's face grew even redder, her eyes downcast as she overheard the discussion. She felt like a spectacle, a helpless baby who couldn't even control her bodily functions. The weight of her own helplessness settled heavily on her shoulders, a mix of shame and a strange sense of surrender.

 

As her mother took her hand and led her towards the exit, she leaned closer to Kylie, her tone still pleasant but somewhat condescending. "Well, my little baby, it seems you've had quite the eventful day, let’s go home shall we” She stretched out her hand and Kylie took her mothers hand as she was lead out of the lobby in her little toddler attire.

 

They reached Mrs. Thompson's car, and to Kylie's surprise, her mother opened the back door to reveal a large car seat waiting for her. Kylie furrowed her brows, questioning the need for it. Her mother simply smiled, sticking a pacifier into Kylie's mouth before answering. "Oh, sweetie, that's just one of the surprises in store for you today. You'll see. Now, be a good girl and hop into your car seat.”

With a mix of embarrassment and apprehension, she climbed into the car seat, the soft padding enveloping her, the pacifier in her mouth a constant reminder of her altered role. The seat hugged her hips tightly, evidence of the fact that she was slightly too big for it and as the restraints came up from underneath her crotch she felt a wave of helplessness wash over her as she was strapped in.

 

Her mother fastened the seatbelt securely, her voice dripped with gentle condescension. "There we go, my little baby, all snug and secure. Get ready, Kylie, because today is going to be full of surprises. Just remember, Mommy knows best." She closed the door with a soft click, leaving Kylie in the back seat, her mind buzzing with a mix of emotions and anticipation.

As the car pulled away from the daycare center, Kylie couldn't help but surrender to the unknown.

 

She was stepping deeper into a world she never imagined she would explore, guided by her mother's gentle yet teasing hand. With each passing moment, she found herself embracing the embarrassment, the excitement, and the journey that lay ahead.

 

NEW ROOM:

 

A mere ten minute drive and they were pulling into the driveway at home. Her embarrassment was furthered when she tried to undo her seatbelt only to realize that she couldn’t reach the release located on the side of the carseat, her mother coming around the side door seeing her struggle, “Oh no honey, this is for mommy to get you out, I don’t want you trying that again when you are in you carseat of highchair or anywhere I put you, you stay until l decide otherwise” she said in a stern condescending tone.

 

As Kylie and her mother entered their house, Kylie couldn't help but notice the chaotic scene in the living room. Boxes were scattered around, and packing supplies were strewn across the floor. She furrowed her brow, curiosity mingled with a hint of trepidation. What was going on?

 

Her mother turned to her with a mischievous grin, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Kylie, my little baby girl, I have a surprise for you upstairs. Why don’t you run along now and go to your room.” Her voice dripped with playful condescension, fueling Kylie's mix of anticipation and embarrassment.

 

Heart pounding with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, Kylie rushed up the stairs, her tiny footsteps echoing through the hallway. As she reached the door to her bedroom, she hesitated for a moment, wondering what awaited her on the other side. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

 

Her eyes widened, taking in the complete transformation of her room. The walls were painted in pastel hues, adorned with colorful decals of playful animals and cartoon characters. A large crib stood against one wall, complete with soft bedding and a mobile hanging above. A changing table stood nearby, stocked with diapers, wipes, and powders. On the other side of the room, a cozy corner was set up with a small playpen filled with stuffed animals and toys.

 

Kylie's heart raced as a mix of excitement and embarrassment flooded her senses. She had secretly desired a space that embraced her regression, a haven where she could embrace her babyish desires. But now, faced with the reality of a fully equipped nursery, she couldn't help but feel a pang of trepidation. It was one thing to indulge in occasional regression play, but to be confined to a space that screamed babyhood felt like a loss of control over her own life.

 

Her mother entered the room, a smile playing on her lips as she observed Kylie's stunned expression. "Well, my little princess, do you like your new nursery?" Her voice held a mix of satisfaction and condescension, relishing in the power she held over Kylie's desires.

 

Kylie's eyes darted around the room, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She appreciated the effort her mother had put into creating this space for her, but the reality of it was overwhelming. She approached her mother, her voice filled with a mix of gratitude and unease. "Thank you, Mom, but it's...it's a bit too extreme, don't you think? I mean, I like pretending to be a baby sometimes, but this...this feels like too much.”

 

Her mother's smile didn't waver as she gently dismissed Kylie's concerns. "Oh, sweetie, don't worry. This is what you wanted, isn't it? I'm simply providing an environment that meets the needs of your actions. Since you show no signs of growing up anytime soon, I figured it made sense to set your room up so we can probably take care of you”

 

Kylie bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. She had yearned for a space that allowed her to explore her regression, but now that it was a reality, she couldn't help but question the implications. She was torn between her desire to indulge in her babyish fantasies and the fear of losing her autonomy.

 

Kylie sighed, her conflicting emotions slowly settling within her. She couldn't deny the allure of the nursery, the way it catered to her hidden desires and offered an escape from the pressures of adulthood. It was a chance to let go of responsibilities and embrace the carefree innocence of infancy.

 

Her mother playfully grabbed Kylie’s pacifier bringing it to her lips with a playful glint in her eyes. "Now, my darling baby, let's check that diaper of yours and get you ready for playtime.”

 

Kylie took the pacifier hesitantly. She couldn't deny the excitement that simmered within her, the thrill of surrendering control and embracing her regression.

 

As Kylie's mother checked her diaper, Kylie couldn't help but flinch at the abrupt and teasing way her mother handled the diaper check. "Already wet, my little baby?" Her mother cooed with a playful grin. "Looks like you're getting the hang of being a real baby girl.”

 

Kylie blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement as her mother pointed out her wet diaper. It was true; she had already wet herself without even realizing it. The feeling of helplessness and surrender to her body's needs only fueled her regression fantasies further.

 

Her mother's eyes twinkled mischievously as she clapped her hands. “Looks like we get to put your new changing table to good use!"

 

With that, she led Kylie over to the changing table, which was adorned with soft pastel-colored padding and adorned with cute baby animal decals. It was a clear sign that this nursery was designed for a baby, and the thought of being changed on it sent both shivers of excitement and a pang of humiliation down Kylie's spine.

 

As her mother undressed her, Kylie couldn't help but take in the full scene of her nursery. The walls were decorated with whimsical patterns and pictures of adorable animals. Shelves were filled with baby toys, plushies, and colorful books. A large crib stood in one corner, waiting to cradle her during naptime. It was a nursery fit for an adult baby, and Kylie couldn't help but feel both drawn to and overwhelmed by the babyish atmosphere.

 

Her mother's teasing voice brought her back to the present moment. "My little baby girl has such a cute nursery now, doesn't she?" Her fingers tickled Kylie's tummy, eliciting a giggle from her. "You're going to love all the little things I got for you.”

 

As her mother expertly changed her diaper, Kylie squirmed a little at the now familiar feeling of being cleaned and powdered like a baby. Her mother's gentle yet condescending manner made her feel both cared for and vulnerable. She couldn't deny the thrill of being treated like a helpless little girl, even if it came with a dose of embarrassment.

 

"There we go, all fresh and dry," her mother announced with a smile as she fastened the new diaper around Kylie's waist. Kylie couldn't help but notice the cute babyish designs on the diapers, each one adorned with adorable patterns and characters. It was another reminder of her new status as a baby girl.

 

With the diaper secure, her mother brought out a stack of onesies and baby rompers she had bought for Kylie. "I got you some new clothes too, my little one. Let's see what we have here." She held up a pink onesie with a cute cartoon bear on it. "Isn't this adorable?”

 

Kylie nodded with a blush, feeling a mix of excitement and self-consciousness at the thought of wearing such babyish outfits. Her mother continued to show her different onesies, each one more babyish and adorable than the last.

 

After trying on a few different outfits, her mother finally settled on a cute sundress with frills and ribbons. "This one is perfect for my little princess," her mother said, beaming with pride.

 

Once Kylie was dressed in her new outfit, her mother led her over to the cozy corner of the room, where the playpen and toys were. "Here's your special play area, sweetie," her mother said. "You can play nicely here while mommy takes care of some things.”

 

Kylie's eyes scanned the toys in the playpen, but disappointment washed over her as she noticed they were all baby toys – rattles, soft blocks, and plushies. Where were her video games, her books, her iPad?

 

She looked up at her mother with a pout. "Can I have my iPad, please?”

 

Her mother's response was firm. "Oh, sweetie, the iPad is not for babies. You have plenty of baby toys to play with here. Be a good girl and enjoy your playtime.”

 

With a sigh, Kylie resigned herself to her fate, sitting in the playpen and reaching for a soft rattle. Her mother watched her for a moment, a mix of amusement and affection in her eyes. "You look so cute playing with your baby toys, my little one. Don't worry; you'll get used to it in no time.”

 

And with that, her mother left her to play in her nursery, surrounded by babyish things that she was both embarrassed and excited to indulge in. As Kylie explored her new surroundings, a mix of emotions swirled within her. She couldn't deny the thrill of being treated like a baby, but at the same time, she felt a twinge of embarrassment at the loss of her independence and the surrender of her adult identity.

 

Yet, there was a part of her that relished in the carefree innocence of infancy, the freedom to be vulnerable and unburdened by the complexities of adulthood.

 

AN UNEXPECTED VISIT

 

In the cozy corner of her nursery, Kylie allowed herself to embrace her regression fully, losing herself in the world of baby toys and plushies, content to be the little girl she had secretly longed to be.

 

As Kylie sat in her playpen, engrossed in her coloring book, she tried to lose herself in the simple joy of the activity. The crayons felt comforting in her hand, and the act of coloring brought a sense of normalcy amidst the babyish surroundings. She was starting to feel a bit more at ease, forgetting the embarrassing reality of her regression fantasies.

 

Suddenly, she heard her mother's voice downstairs, greeting someone at the front door. Her heart skipped a beat when she recognized the voice of her Aunt Mary and her cousin Daniele. Panic washed over her as she realized that they were about to see her in this humiliating and vulnerable state.

 

Her mother appeared at the nursery door, accompanied by Aunt Mary and Daniele. "Look who's here to visit, Kylie!" her mother said with a playful smile, clearly enjoying the situation.

Aunt Mary gasped as she looked at Kylie in the playpen. "Oh my goodness, she looks absolutely adorable! What a cute little baby you have here!" She approached the playpen, cooing at Kylie and running her fingers through Kylie's hair.

 

Kylie blushed deeply, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Um, hi Aunt Mary," she mumbled, not quite sure how to handle the situation.

 

Daniele, on the other hand, didn't hold back. "Wow, look at you, Kylie! You're like a real-life baby doll! This is so weird, what the heck in the work is this” she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

 

Kylie's humiliation only intensified as her cousin made fun of her. She wanted to protest, to tell them that this was just a game, but she found herself at a loss for words. Her mother had warned her that she would have to play the part of a baby girl, and now she was trapped in this humiliating role with her family witnessing it all.

 

Her mother chuckled. "Kylie wanted to experience what it's like to be a baby, so we decided to have a little fun with it. Isn't she just precious?”

 

Aunt Mary nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, she absolutely is!" she repeated, not realizing the deep impact her words had on Kylie's sense of dignity.

 

Her mother turned to Daniele. "Daniele, why don't you keep Kylie company and play with her in the nursery? We need to prepare dinner, and it'll give you two a chance to catch up.”

 

Daniele sighed dramatically, but she complied. “Fine… I mean you all should probably be paying me for babysitting, but I guess I’ll play with my “little” cousin so she doesn’t get into trouble or get sad” She rolled her eyes at Kylie, making it clear that she found the whole situation absurd.

 

With her mother and aunt out of the room, Kylie was left alone with her cousin, feeling like a helpless baby being mocked by a teenager. Daniele sauntered over to the playpen, looking down at Kylie with a smirk.

 

"Well, well, well, look at the baby of the family," she taunted. "Aren't you just adorable in your little playpen?”

 

Kylie tried to maintain some semblance of dignity. "It's not what you think," she protested weakly. "I just wanted to try it out for fun.”

 

Daniele chuckled. "Sure, sure, whatever you say. But you can't deny that you look hilarious like this." She reached into the playpen and grabbed one of the stuffed animals, holding it up to Kylie's face. "Look, it's your new baby friend!”

 

Kylie's face flushed with embarrassment as she played along, pretending to interact with the stuffed animal like a real baby. Daniele laughed, clearly amused by her cousin's predicament.

"Oh, this is too good," Daniele said, teasingly patting Kylie's diapered bottom. "Looks like someone's got quite the full diaper too!”

 

Kylie squirmed, mortified by her cousin's teasing. "Stop it, Daniele! It's not funny!"

Daniele raised an eyebrow. "Oh, it's definitely funny. You wanted to be treated like a baby, and now you're getting your wish. Enjoy!”

 

As the afternoon wore on, Daniele made sure to keep Kylie engaged in the most infantile activities possible. She pulled out baby toys and rattles, encouraging Kylie to play with them and cooing at her in baby talk. The more Kylie resisted, the more her cousin seemed to enjoy teasing her.

 

"Aw, does the little baby want her pacifier?" Daniele mocked, dangling a pacifier in front of Kylie's face. "Here, have your binky, baby girl!”

 

Kylie's cheeks burned with humiliation as she reluctantly accepted the pacifier, knowing that it was all part of the game her mother had set up. She tried to remind herself that it was just temporary, but the reality of being treated like a helpless baby by her own cousin was overwhelming.

 

When her mother and Aunt Mary returned to the room, Kylie was more than relieved. She quickly discarded the pacifier, not wanting to give Daniele any more ammunition for teasing.

"Did you two have fun playing together?" her mother asked, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Oh, tons of fun," Daniele replied with a smirk. "Kylie makes quite the convincing baby.”

 

Kylie's mother chuckled. "I'm sure she does. Well, dinner is ready, so let's all head downstairs."

As they made their way to the dining room, Kylie couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and resentment.

 

She had willingly indulged in her regression fantasies, but now that her family was in on the act, it felt like a whole new level of humiliation. As she sat down at the table, surrounded by her amused family, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer this babyish charade would last and what other surprises her mother had in store for her.

 

DINNER TIME

 

After the awkward playtime with her cousin in the nursery, Kylie was directed to her embarrassing high chair for dinner. She couldn't help but feel like a helpless baby being strapped into the contraption. Daniele was quick to mock her, making exaggerated baby noises and pretending to spoon-feed her.

 

"Here comes the airplane! Open wide, baby Kylie!" Daniele teased, making airplane sounds as she pretended to feed Kylie.

 

Kylie's face turned crimson with embarrassment, but she had no choice but to play along. Her mother placed a bib around her neck, complete with a babyish design, and handed her a bottle to keep her busy.

 

"Here, sweetie, have your bottle while we get everything situated," her mother said, placing the bottle's nipple in Kylie's mouth.

 

Kylie obediently sucked on the bottle, trying to focus on anything but the fact that she was sitting in a high chair and being treated like a baby. She glanced over at her cousin, who was smirking as she enjoyed her regular meal at the table.

 

Throughout dinner, Kylie was given a small cut-up meal that she had to eat with her hands, making her feel even more like a helpless baby. She struggled to eat gracefully, feeling self-conscious as her cousin observed her every move.

 

"Careful, don't make a mess," Daniele taunted, watching Kylie fumble with her food.

To make matters worse, her mother decided to feed her baby food for dessert. Kylie protested, but her mother insisted, playfully pretending to be an airplane as she spoon-fed Kylie.

"Yum, yum! Open wide, baby birdie!" her mother cooed.

 

Kylie cringed, feeling like a complete and utter baby as she was fed spoonfuls of pureed baby food.

 

As the meal went on, Kylie became increasingly fussy and messy. Her mother chuckled, finding her baby's antics amusing. "Looks like someone's getting all messy," she teased.

 

Kylie's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she tried to eat and play the part of a baby. She felt like a fool, sitting there in her high chair with baby food smeared all over her face and fingers.

 

After dinner, her mother offered Kylie another warm bottle of milk, but Kylie declined. "I don't want any more," she protested.

 

"Aw, come on, baby Kylie. Just a little more milk for you," her mother cooed, trying to coax her into drinking from the bottle.

 

Kylie reluctantly accepted the bottle, feeling like a baby being pacified. She sucked on the bottle, trying to ignore the fact that her aunt and cousin were enjoying warm chocolate cake while she was stuck with a baby's bottle.

 

As she drank her milk, Kylie felt a rumble in her tummy. "Mom, can I be let out of this high chair? I need to use the bathroom," she said, hoping to escape the humiliating situation.

Her mother glanced at her with a playful smile. "Just be patient, sweetie. We'll finish up here soon," she said.

 

Kylie tried to wait patiently, but the pressure in her tummy became unbearable. She squirmed in her high chair, feeling like she was about to have an accident. "Mom, I really need to go!" she pleaded.

 

"Just a few more minutes, baby. Everyone else needs to finish their meal," her mother replied.

 

But Kylie couldn't hold it any longer. The pressure in her tummy finally gave way, and she felt herself mess her diaper right there in the high chair. Her face flushed with humiliation as the smell filled the air.

 

"Uh, what's that smell?" Daniele wrinkled her nose in disgust.

 

Kylie's eyes filled with tears as she felt the embarrassment wash over her. "I-I had an accident," she admitted, her voice quivering.

 

Her mother chuckled, finding the whole situation amusing. "Looks like someone made a stinky in her diaper," she teased.

 

Just then, her father walked into the dining room, having just arrived home from work. "Hey, everyone, I'm home!" he announced.

 

Aunt Mary turned to him with a smile. "Oh, you're just in time to witness a little tantrum from our baby Kylie," she said, gesturing toward Kylie in the high chair.

 

Kylie's father raised an eyebrow, looking at his daughter with amusement. "Oh, really? What's the baby fussing about now?" he asked.

 

"She just had a little accident in her diaper," her mother explained, still grinning at the situation.

 

Kylie's tears continued to flow as she sat in the high chair, feeling utterly humiliated in front of her family. She felt like a real baby, unable to control her bodily functions and being treated like a helpless child.

 

"Aw, baby, don't cry," her father cooed, approaching the high chair and offering her a comforting hand. "Let's get you all cleaned up.”

 

Her mother unstrapped Kylie from the high chair, and her father lifted her into his arms. He gave her a gentle pat on her diapered bottom, soothing her as he carried her up to her nursery.

Once in the nursery, Kylie's father placed her on the changing table and began to clean her up. Her Aunt Mary followed them into the room, shaking her head at the sight.

 

"Looks like our little baby needs a bath after that messy diaper," Aunt Mary said, taking charge of the situation.

 

Kylie's father chuckled. "You're right. I'll take care of the diaper, and you can handle the bath," he said, passing the baton to his sister.

 

Kylie sniffled, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable as she was cleaned up by her aunt. Aunt Mary was surprisingly gentle and understanding, even though she had been teasing Kylie earlier.

 

"There, there, sweetie. It's okay. We all have accidents sometimes," Aunt Mary said, trying to comfort Kylie.

 

Once her diaper was changed and her tummy was cleaned up, Aunt Mary helped Kylie into the bathtub. The warm water was soothing, and Kylie felt a sense of relief as she relaxed in the tub.

 

Her aunt gently washed her hair and body, treating her with the care of a baby. "You know, you really do look adorable as a little baby," Aunt Mary said with a smile.

 

Kylie blushed but appreciated the kindness behind her aunt's words. "Thanks, Aunt Mary," she mumbled, feeling a bit more at ease.

 

After the bath, Aunt Mary helped Kylie put on a fresh diaper and a cute pair of baby pajamas. "There, now you're all clean and cozy," she said, giving Kylie a pat on her diapered bottom.

 

Kylie's father returned to the nursery, looking pleased to see his daughter all cleaned up. "Feeling better, baby girl?" he asked.

 

Kylie nodded, grateful for her father's understanding and support. "Yeah, thanks, Dad," she replied.

 

Her father scooped her up into his arms, holding her close. "Well, it's time for bed now, little one. It's been a big day for our baby girl, and tomorrow Daddy has a big surprise for you" he said with a smile. Kylie looks up at him "what is it daddy?" she says 

 

"Oh sweetie it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you right now, plus if I did I don't think you'd be able to sleep" he said with a loving and somewhat condescending tone.

 

Kylie yawned, feeling exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. She snuggled into her father's chest, feeling safe and loved despite the embarrassing situations she had endured.

 

As her father carried her to her crib, Aunt Mary and her mother followed, saying their goodnights. "Sleep tight, sweetie," Aunt Mary said, giving Kylie a gentle kiss on the forehead.

 

Her mother leaned over the crib and clipped a pacifier to Kylie's collar. "Sweet dreams, baby Kylie," she said with a smile.

 

Kylie closed her eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and comfort as she settled into her crib. She couldn't deny that the day had been full of humiliating moments, but she also couldn't deny that there was a strange sense of fulfillment in exploring her babyish desires.

As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder what other surprises her mother had in store for her and how long this babyish adventure would last. One thing was for sure - her life was definitely going to be a lot more interesting from now on.

[YourFNF]

Her mom definetly seems to bee enjoying this for her own reasons

[CDfm]

I have enjoyed your story and think you are doing a very good job with the writing.  I know that the realism in these stories is at times stretched very thin. You have stretched it even further in some areas.  As I was reading the one thing that really stood out to me was pickup and drop off at the daycare. When I was picking up my own kids I would have to show a photo ID even when the kids came running up yelling Daddy. I really wished you had mom be forced into her role much earlier because there’s not even the slightest chance that a child is walking out of any daycare without the staff verifying who is taking the child.  
With that, I am still looking forward to reading more. 

[Zylo1893]

Enjoying this a lot. Seems like Mom still has not changed a messy diaper yet. Wished there was a little more aversion at first to things like that.

[wetdiaper55]

I do like reading this story. I can,t wt to see Dad.s surprise is😭 

[adventurekido]

Made a slight adjustment to the flow of the story, this has evolved into a new story. So I will be closing this one out with one more part and opening up the next story in a new thread. 

PART 4 - 

Kylie Thompson woke up to the gentle sound of a mobile playing a lullaby, the notes soft and delicate as they reached her ears. For a moment, she lay still, eyes wide open, taking in the surroundings of her new environment. The room, once a normal teenage bedroom, had been transformed into a pastel-hued nursery, filled with teddy bears, dolls, and babyish decorations. The walls were adorned with cheerful animal prints and the furniture had been replaced with baby furnishings, including the large crib where she found herself.

 

As she squirmed around in the crib, her mind still clouded with sleep, she became aware of a very wet and uncomfortable sensation around her waist. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she realized that her diaper was soaked. Panic set in as she tried to sit up, only to find that the crib's railings were too high for her to climb over. She was trapped inside, utterly helpless, just like a real baby.

 

"M-Mom?" she called out hesitantly, but there was no response. Her heart started to race as she realized how helpless she was. Adjusting her approach, she cried out in a more babyish tone, "Mommy, mommy!"

Mrs. Thompson heard her daughter's cry through the newly installed baby monitor and smiled, satisfied by Kylie's babyish behavior. She made her way to the nursery, her heart a mixture of amusement and determination.

 

As she entered the room, Mrs. Thompson's eyes sparkled with condescension as she approached the crib. "Good morning, my soggy little baby!" she cooed, lowering the crib rail and reaching out to help Kylie to her feet. "Let's get you changed, sweetie. Can't have you sitting in that wet diaper all morning, can we?"

 

Kylie's face turned even redder as her mother's hands guided her over to the changing table. She was laid down, and the process began. Each step was narrated by her mother in a playful and condescending tone, emphasizing the humiliation of the situation.

 

"First, we'll undo these tapes. Oh my, someone was a very wet girl last night," Mrs. Thompson teased, pulling off the wet diaper. Kylie whimpered, squirming under her mother's gaze.

 

"Stay still, sweetie. Now, we'll wipe you clean," Mrs. Thompson continued, her hands deftly maneuvering a baby wipe across Kylie's skin.

 

"Then, a little lotion to keep that baby-soft skin nice and smooth."

Kylie's breath hitched as the cool lotion was applied, her mother's hands gentle yet firm.

 

The scent of baby powder filled the air as her mother sprinkled it over her, a cloud of white puffing up around her.

 

"And now, the fresh new diaper!" Mrs. Thompson announced, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she taped the clean diaper around Kylie's waist. "There you go, all clean and dry, just like a good little baby should be."

 

Kylie's embarrassment was complete, yet she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement as well. She was living out her deepest desires, even if it was under the stern and teasing gaze of her mother.

 

Next came the task of picking out Kylie's outfit for the day. Much to her dismay, Mrs. Thompson settled on a pair of skirtalls with a Winnie the Pooh t-shirt and little Velcro shoes with frilly socks. "You'll look absolutely adorable in this, my little one," her mother said, her voice laced with amusement.

 

Kylie's protest was met with a stern look. "Big girls don't get to choose what they wear, sweetie. That's Mommy's job," Mrs. Thompson said, her tone both sweet and condescending.

 

Breakfast was another trial for Kylie. Seated in her high chair, she squirmed as her mother fussed over her, showering her with baby talk and teasing comments. The sight of a big bowl of oatmeal, filled with high fiber ingredients, made her stomach turn.

 

"Open wide, baby girl," Mrs. Thompson cooed, spooning a mouthful of oatmeal towards Kylie's lips.

 

"I can feed myself," Kylie protested, but her mother was unrelenting.

"Oh, no you can't, sweetie. Babies need to be fed, don't they?" Mrs. Thompson insisted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now open up, or Mommy will have to make airplane noises."

 

Kylie's father, watching the ordeal with amusement, chuckled at his wife's antics. The room was filled with the sounds of playful teasing and Kylie's embarrassed whimpers.

 

After some more playful feeding, Mrs. Thompson wiped Kylie’s face and then put paw patrol on for the television and got another bottle out of the fridge “Now be good, drink your whole baba and watch your little show for the next few minutes while mommy gets somethings done and makes a phone call.”

 

Kylie nodded sheepishly and began to suck on her bottle. She slowly became entranced by the colorful characters of Paw Patrol dancing across the television screen as she mindlessly nursed her adult baby bottle.

 

Her mother bustled around the kitchen, multitasking with ease as she prepped for the day and took a few urgent work calls. The lively tunes from the TV show filled the room as Kylie's father gave both his wife and daughter a kiss on the cheek, making his way out the door.

 

A sudden, intense pressure in Kylie's stomach jolted her attention away from the screen.

 

She squirmed in her chair, anxiety rising within her. "Mom! Mom, I need you!" she called out, only to be met with a dismissive wave from her mother, who was engrossed in a phone conversation.

 

The pressure grew unbearable, she clenched and tried to free herself of the confines of her chair as she struggled to prevent the inevitable. Suddenly with a mixture of shock and humiliation, Kylie lost control, lifted herself up slightly and felt a massive load of mush escape her quickly filling up the back of her diaper.

 

Defeated and horribly embarrassed she let herself down into the chair slowly feeling the contents of her mess spread out beneath her.

 

Her cheeks flushed beet red, tears welled up in her eyes, and she continued to nurse her bottle, confined to her high chair.

 

Mrs. Thompson, becoming aware of the time, hastily ended her call. She approached Kylie, and the unpleasant smell hit her instantly. "Oh my, someone couldn't wait!" she exclaimed, a playful tease lacing her voice, though her eyes revealed a hint of annoyance. "I'm afraid there's no time for a change, sweetie. Ms. Daisy will have to take care of that stinky bottom."

 

Kylie's voice caught in a whine, her embarrassment turning to desperation. "But Mommy, please change me! I don't wanna go like this!"

 

Her mother's response was firm, condescending, and pragmatic. She popped a pacifier into Kylie's mouth, silencing her protests. "You wanted to be a baby, my dear. Babies don't get to choose when they get changed. Now, let's get you to daycare, stinky butt." The playful sarcasm in her voice did little to ease Kylie's distress.

 

The journey to the car was a humiliating blur for Kylie. Strapped into her car seat, her mother making sure to tighten the straps between her messy diaper, she was acutely aware of every sensation. Her mother rolled down the windows, laughing as she playfully teased Kylie about the smell. "Whew! You sure are a stinky one today!"

 

Arriving at daycare, Mrs. Thompson carried Kylie's diaper bag, her steps brisk as she led her daughter inside. Apologizing to Ms. Daisy, the sweet and playful daycare teacher, she explained the rush and Kylie's messy state. The grown-ups' laughter filled the room as they joked about the situation, Kylie's cheeks burning with embarrassment as she stood there, the reality of her babyish state settling in.

 

Mrs. Thompson leaned down to Kylie, her playful smile belying the stern undertone. "Now, be a good girl for Ms. Daisy, and don't give them too much trouble today, my little stinker," she cooed, patting Kylie's diaper and giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. Her teasing words were laced with a condescending air, and she shot Ms. Daisy a knowing glance.

 

Ms. Daisy's eyes twinkled with gentle mockery as she responded, "Oh, don't you worry! We'll take good care of this little one. Won't we, Kylie-bear?" Her tone was sweet, yet there was an underlying hint of reprimand, acknowledging Kylie's unusual behavior.

 

With that, Mrs. Thompson departed, leaving Kylie with Ms. Daisy and her assistant, Ms. Emily. Ms. Daisy turned to Ms. Emily, her voice dropping slightly, "Could you please take care of Kylie's diaper while I greet the others?"

 

Ms. Emily's eyebrows shot up, surprised by the request. "Her diaper? Isn't she a bit old for..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at Kylie, a puzzled frown on her face.

 

"Oh, you haven't heard?" Ms. Daisy's voice was gentle but firm. "Kylie's been having some trouble being a big girl lately. She needs a little bit of extra attention, just think of her like a big baby” She offered an encouraging smile, though her eyes held a hint of annoyance.

 

Kylie felt her cheeks heat up, embarrassment flooding her as Ms. Emily took her by the hand and led her toward the changing area.

 

The changing table was clearly designed for much younger children, and Kylie's feet stuck out over the edge, drawing a joking comment from Ms. Emily, "My, my, aren't we getting far too big for diapers?"

 

The diaper change that followed was an agonizing ordeal for Kylie. Ms. Emily's playful commentary, describing each motion and showering her with condescending baby talk, only added to her humiliation.

 

"Aww, someone's a messy little baby isn’t she, doesn’t look like you’re anywhere near ready for potty training… oh well maybe one day, let's get you all cleaned up and into a new baby diaper before you have another accident,”

 

Ms. Emily cooed with a slight air of condescension, removing the soiled diaper and beginning the large task of wiping Kylie’s messy bottom.

 

Kylie couldn't help but protest, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm not a baby! I can use the potty!"

 

Ms. Emily's response was dismissive, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. "Well, big girls don't mess their diapers. Now hold still, little one." She deftly applied baby powder, fastened the fresh diaper, and helped Kylie back to the floor.

 

Kylie's initial instinct was to head for the play area, but Ms. Emily's firm grip stopped her. "Not so fast, young lady. The playpen is for you until you show us you can be a big girl." Despite Kylie's protests, Ms. Emily guided her to the playpen, handed her a rattle, and popped her pacifier back in her mouth. "Be good until class starts," she said, her voice edged with a hint of frustration.

 

Kylie's world seemed to shrink as she sat in the playpen, surrounded by toys meant for babies. The humiliation, the teasing, and the condescension from the adults weighed heavily on her. Yet, beneath it all, a spark of determination ignited. She would show them that she could be a big girl.

 

As she shook the rattle, a hollow sound that echoed her own feelings, she watched the other children arrive for class, each one blissfully unaware of her inner turmoil. She couldn't escape the realization that she had put herself in this position, and now she had to find a way out.

 

The next few minutes passed slowly and Kylie was relieved when Ms. Daisy opened the baby gate of the playpen, beckoning the other small children and Kylie to come out. Kylie stood up while several of the children crawled toward the center of the room. Immediately realizing how much she stood out.

 

As the children settled down, Ms. Daisy clapped her hands, signaling the start of circle time. "Alright little ones, gather around! Let's start our day with a song!" Her voice was melodic and inviting, yet held a hint of authority that ensured even the most restless of toddlers listened.

 

 

Kylie sat cross-legged at the outer edge of the circle, feeling out of place. She felt the weight of the eyes on her - a mixture of innocent curiosity from the kids and hidden judgment from the adults.

 

Ms. Daisy led the group in a series of familiar nursery rhymes. While the other children joyfully sang along, clapping and swaying, Kylie tried to keep a low profile, mouthing the words half-heartedly.

 

 

Next came arts and crafts, an activity Kylie used to love. Today, they were painting simple shapes onto large sheets of paper. With a palette of vibrant colors before her, Kylie tried to lose herself in the activity. But her attempt at creating art was interrupted when she accidentally knocked over a jar of blue paint. The liquid spread rapidly, creating a puddle that seeped through her drawing and splashed onto her clothes.

 

"Oh dear, look at this mess!" Ms. Emily exclaimed, rushing over with a towel. She seemed flustered, her annoyance evident. "You have to be careful, sweetie. Perhaps we’ll just stick with crayons next time.” Her comment drew snickers from some of the older kids, deepening Kylie's embarrassment.

 

Before Kylie could clean herself up, it was snack time. The room was filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies and juice boxes.

 

But when Ms. Daisy approached Kylie, it wasn't with a cookie. Instead, she had a baby bottle filled with milk. "Your mother left specific instructions," Ms. Daisy said, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness, "You need your bottle."

 

Kylie opened her mouth to protest, but Ms. Daisy was already settling into a chair, patting her lap. "Come now, Kylie. It's bottle time." Kylie felt a lump form in her throat as she made her way over, the eyes of every child in the room fixed on her.

 

Kylie climbed up onto her lap, and before she knew it, the nipple of the bottle was pressed to her lips.

 

Soon, it was time for outside play. The children excitedly ran out, eager to enjoy the outdoor play equipment. Kylie, still reeling from the morning's events, immediately went towards the jungle gym but was stopped by Ms. Emily.

 

“Nuh uh uh, little miss, you need to be supervised so you can play with me and the other little ones. How about the swings!” Kylie was defeated as Ms. Emily took her by the hand, leading her towards the baby swing. "Here you go, Kylie," she said, her tone dripping with condescension. "I think this swing is just perfect for you."

 

 

Kylie's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she was settled into the swing. Her feet stuck out awkwardly, and the seat was tight around her padded bottom, she felt so silly. Ms. Emily's face wore a thin smile as she pushed Kylie back and forth, but her eyes betrayed her annoyance.

 

"You know, Kylie, if you show a little bit more maturity and start acting like a big girl, you can get more freedom” Ms. Emily remarked, her voice filled with playful teasing. "But since you’re acting like a baby, it’s only appropriate we treat you like one.”

 

Kylie's humiliation grew with each word, each push of the swing. She wanted to protest, to scream that she was not a baby. But she knew that her current situation made such assertions impossible.

 

The swing continued its back-and-forth motion, lulling Kylie into a deceptive sense of comfort. Her mind began to wander, and she allowed herself to momentarily forget her surroundings.

 

And then, it happened.

 

A sudden urge to pee, a sensation that caught her off guard. Panic set in as she realized what was about to occur. Her thoughts raced, a jumble of confusion and desperation. She couldn't hold it; she knew she couldn't.

 

The warmth spread through her diaper, a feeling both comforting and terrifying. Kylie's breath caught in her throat as she realized the full extent of her situation. Her diaper was not just wet; it was leaking.

"Ms. Emily," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think... I think I need a change."

 

Ms. Emily's eyes widened as she saw the dampness spreading on the swing's seat. The realization hit her, and her face twisted into a mask of frustration and disgust.

 

"Kylie!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. "Look at the mess you've made! You're far too big to be having leaky diapers, why didn’t you tell me you needed a change earlier”

 

Tears welled in Kylie's eyes as she was helped out of the swing, the wetness running down her legs, her clothes soaked. Ms. Emily's expression was a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment as she led Kylie back inside to the changing table once again, muttering under her breath.

 

The diaper change was slow and methodical, each movement emphasizing Kylie's babyish state

 

Ms. Emily's patience seemed to wear thin as she undid the sodden diaper, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "This is unbelievable," she muttered, trying to clean up the mess. As she powdered and taped a fresh diaper around Kylie, her commentary became sharper.

 

“We really need to figure out how we are going to handle your heavy accidents little lady, this is getting out of hand”

 

After securing the fresh diaper around Kylie, Ms. Emily paused, looking down at the disheartened girl. The tears shimmering in Kylie's eyes seemed to penetrate the usual cool exterior of the daycare assistant.

 

"Oh, dear," Ms. Emily cooed sarcastically, her voice lilting in a singsong manner. "Look at that sad little face. That won't do, will it? You look like the world's just ended! Time for some cheer-up tactics, I think."

 

Before Kylie could react, Ms. Emily's hands were in front of her face. "Peek-a-boo!" she cooed, wiggling her fingers and hiding her face, only to pop out a moment later with a goofy expression.

 

Kylie blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in mood. Ms. Emily continued, each peek-a-boo accompanied by an even sillier face than the last.

 

Seeing a slight curve of Kylie's lips, Ms. Emily seized the moment. "There's a hint of a smile! But I think we can do better than that." Swiftly, her fingers danced along Kylie's sides, eliciting a startled giggle from the girl.

 

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Ms. Emily chanted, her voice dripping with playful condescension. Kylie's protests and laughter melded together as she squirmed beneath Ms. Emily's relentless fingers.

 

Drawing her face close to Kylie's stomach, Ms. Emily suddenly blew a loud raspberry, making a ridiculous sound. Kylie's laughter echoed in the room, genuine and free.

 

"There's the big smile we wanted," Ms. Emily said, pulling back and looking smug. "See? There's always a way to turn a frown upside down."

 

Kylie, still catching her breath from laughing, looked at Ms. Emily with a mix of gratitude and exasperation. "Thank you," she murmured, "I think."

 

"There we go," Ms. Emily smirked, continuing her tickling assault. "Can't have our big baby looking so glum, can we?"

 

Lifting Kylie from the table, Ms. Emily gave her a gentle pat on the back. "Now, let's get you back out there, shall we? No more tears, okay?"

 

Kylie nodded, her spirit somewhat lifted, but the weight of the day still pressing on her shoulders.

 

As they moved back outside, she couldn't help but steal a quick glance at Ms. Emily, appreciating the brief moment of genuine kindness in the midst of their bizarre dynamic.

 

 

Once back outside, Kylie was directed towards the sandbox. "You can play here," Ms. Emily said, her voice devoid of warmth. "I don't think you can make much of a mess with sand."

 

Kylie's mindlessly began to move some toys around in the box as she watched Emily move back toward the swings to wipe up the mess.

 

 

LUNCHTIME

 

The daycare center was abuzz with the cheerful chatter of children as lunchtime approached. Tables were set, plates filled with a delightful assortment of foods that appealed to all ages. Kylie was led to a table with children her own age but was stopped by Ms. Daisy, who handed her a tray separate from the others.

 

"Here you go, sweetie," Ms. Daisy said, her voice tinged with feigned concern. "I've made sure to include some baby food just for you, since your mom insists."

 

Kylie's face turned beet red as she took the tray. Among the regular meal items lay a small jar of baby food and a colorful plastic spoon. The other children glanced at her tray, their eyes widening, some of them snickering.

 

She picked at her food, the baby food jar an unwanted reminder of her current predicament. The other children carried on with their meals, occasionally casting curious glances in her direction. Kylie wished she could just vanish, to be free from the prying eyes and the unspoken judgments.

 

Eventually, Ms. Emily came over, her expression a mixture of annoyance and sympathy. "Come on, Kylie, you need to eat your baby food too. It's good for you."

 

Kylie's cheeks flushed even deeper as Ms. Emily scooped up a spoonful of the mushy substance and held it to her lips. She wanted to refuse, to shout that she was not a baby, but the words were stuck in her throat. Instead, she opened her mouth, letting Ms. Emily feed her.

 

"There, that's not so bad, is it?" Ms. Emily said, though her eyes betrayed her reluctance.

 

Kylie could only nod, tears of humiliation welling in her eyes. She felt trapped, unable to escape the demeaning treatment, yet powerless to change it.

 

Lunchtime finally ended, a welcome respite for Kylie. The next activity was storytime, a beloved tradition at the daycare center. The children gathered around as Ms. Daisy took her seat, a colorful picture book in hand.

 

"Today, we're going to read a lovely story about a little duckling," Ms. Daisy announced, her eyes twinkling. "And I think Kylie here should help us with the quacking sounds. What do you say, Kylie?"

 

The room filled with giggles as Kylie's face turned an even deeper shade of red. She wanted to refuse, to say no, but the expectant eyes of Ms. Daisy and the amused smiles of the other children were too much to bear.

 

"Quack, quack," she muttered, her voice barely audible.

"Louder, Kylie! You can do better than that!" Ms. Daisy encouraged, her voice filled with false cheer.

"Quack, quack!" Kylie repeated, louder this time, each word a stab at her dignity.

 

The story continued, with Kylie providing the quacking sounds at Ms. Daisy's prompting. The other children joined in, laughing and clapping, but for Kylie, it was a painful exercise in humiliation.

 

Once the story ended, it was time for the afternoon nap. The younger children were settled into their cribs, while the older ones spread out on mats. Kylie, however, was led to the playpen by Ms. Emily.

 

"We've prepared a special place for you," Ms. Emily said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Since the cribs are too small, and you're still not a big girl."

 

Kylie climbed into the playpen, her heart heavy. She was given a baby blanket and a soft plush toy. The playpen's bars seemed to mock her, a physical manifestation of her imprisonment in this infantile role.

 

Ms. Daisy approached, a bottle in hand. "Your mom left specific instructions for a bottle before your nap," she said, her tone sweet but laced with condescension. "I think Ms. Emily should do the honors."

 

Ms. Emily took the bottle, her face betraying her frustration. She sat beside the playpen, holding the bottle to Kylie's lips. Kylie could see the other children watching, their eyes filled with curiosity and amusement.

 

She sucked on the bottle, tears streaming down her face, each gulp a reminder of her shame. Ms. Emily's hand was gentle, but her eyes were cold, her mind clearly elsewhere.

 

Finally, the bottle was empty, and Kylie was left to settle into her nap. The onesie she had been changed into was snug and childish, a symbol of her forced regression.

 

As sleep overtook her, Kylie's mind swirled with conflicting emotions. Anger, shame, humiliation – they all mingled, leaving her feeling lost and alone. The events of the day played over and over in her mind, a relentless reminder of her current reality.

 

Kylie's peaceful slumber was shattered by a sudden, unwelcome sensation. A rumbly tummy, an urgent pressure building within her. Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself disoriented, still within the confines of the playpen, the soft lullabies playing overhead.

 

Panic and realization set in simultaneously. She was trapped, and her body was betraying her, demanding release. Her mind raced, her thoughts a frantic whirl of confusion and fear.

"No, no, no," she whispered to herself, clenching her fists. "I can't. Not here, not now."

 

But her body would not listen, the pressure growing, the discomfort mounting. She squirmed, trying to find a position that would alleviate the sensation, but it only grew worse.

She glanced around, hoping, praying that no one would notice. The other children were still sleeping, their faces peaceful, their breaths steady. Ms. Emily was nowhere to be seen, probably tending to other duties.

 

Kylie's heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the relentless push of her body. She fought it, her entire being focused on resisting, on holding back. But it was a losing battle, a struggle she could not win.

 

Tears welled in her eyes as she realized the inevitability of her situation. She had to let go, had to give in. But the shame, the humiliation, it was too much to bear.

 

She moved into a squatted position, her face contorted in a mix of concentration and despair. Her inner monologue was a constant stream of self-reassurances and desperate pleas.

"It's okay, it's okay," she told herself, her voice trembling. "No one will know. I'll be quiet. It'll be over soon."

 

The pressure reached its peak, and with a soft grunt, she let go. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, the messy diaper expanding, the uncomfortable feeling spreading.

 

She whimpered, her entire body shuddering. The relief was overshadowed by the embarrassment, the realization that she had just messed herself like a baby, in full view of anyone who might look.

 

She sat back down into her mess, the onesie tightening, the diaper struggling to contain its contents. And then, the worst happened. A blowout, the mess escaping the confines of the diaper, spreading within the onesie.

 

Her breath caught in her throat, a sob escaping her lips. She had never felt so humiliated, so utterly defeated.

 

The door creaked open, and Ms. Emily's voice broke the silence. "Alright, little ones, time to wake up from your naps."

Kylie's heart stopped, the terror of discovery washing over her. She looked up, her eyes wide, her face pale.

 

Ms. Emily's eyes met hers, and then, the realization. Her face twisted in slight disgust, her voice rising in slight playful frustration "Kylie…. Did you make a poopy diaper?” She said quite loudly in a matter of fact way

 

Kylie could only whimper, tears streaming down her face, her body frozen in place.

 

"Oh, you poor thing," Ms. Emily said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

 

The other children were stirring now, their curious eyes turning to Kylie, their noses wrinkling at the smell.

 

Ms. Emily's hands were firm but gentle as she guided Kylie from the playpen, her face a mask of controlled annoyance. "I can't believe how many diapers this girl is going through” she muttered, more to herself than to Kylie as she took her to the changing table…

[diaper24/7]

This was a nice new chapter .

[Babytom948]

Ms Emily killing the mood,lol

[YourFNF]

Honestly Emily's behavior and clear frustration seems to indicate she knows and is only participating because it's her job... And probably isn't getting payed enough for this...

[spark]

15 minutes ago, YourFNF said:

Honestly Emily's behavior and clear frustration seems to indicate she knows and is only participating because it's her job... And probably isn't getting payed enough for this...

Realistically, everybody would know.   By this point, Kylie is learning the full ramifications of her little plan and she has to live with the consequences.

[nadine_enough]

This story rules. I'm glad the caregivers are not intentionally trying to humiliate Kylie. The regression is just sort of happening on its own. I'm really enjoying reading about it.