Regression Gene

[moonfallstories]

The Regression Gene

My name is Kelsie, and I have always been super shy. I never dated much in high school. I was once kissed on the cheek because of a dare. I am almost five feet tall on a good day when I remember to stand up straight. I have always been small; my mother often said I don’t eat enough and I’ll never find a man. To be honest, I don’t know what I want.

Most girls growing up played house and took care of their babies. They might have pretended to cook or even used an EZ-bake oven. I never really had an interest in grown-up life. But I was expected to finish high school and maybe go to college, find someone to settle down with and have babies.

Deep down, I am nothing but a baby at heart. This is mostly due to what is called the “regression gene.” No, I don’t revert in age, but I am highly susceptible to being an adult baby. Most call it a fetish, and for a very long time, that was what it was believed to be. Slowly, it became more common knowledge a small portion of the population has this gene, making us unsuitable for adult life. For those who want a little, we are the ideal choice.

I have read a lot of stories online about “littles” being found and converted. I remember when I was younger, I had a babysitter who used to watch me all the time. I adored her so much because she was so much fun to play with. Some would say she was a child at heart. One day, she stopped babysitting me. I didn’t find out what happened to her until a few years later when I saw her at my local mall being pushed in a stroller. Her bouncy hair was in pigtails. She wore a childish-looking dress with a pacifier resting between her lips.

Looking back, I find myself envious of her. How desperately I would love to have such a carefree life. I had considered finding someone who wants a little. Submitting myself to regression was terrifying. I wasn’t confident I was ready to give up my adulthood either.

Today was like any other warm summer day. I stopped by the local convenience store, realizing we were running low on milk. That day, I had chosen to wear my pink shirt with my favorite Care Bear on it. My light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. My eyes were a light green. I had a few freckles dusting my nose that I hated. I had fair skin that didn’t tan well. I often looked like a lobster if I stayed outdoors too long. I wore loose-fitting jeans that were too long for me, covering my white tennis shoes. I had threaded a few beads through the laces.

I was looking at the various colorful packaging of the diapers, silently wishing I could feel what it was like to wear one. The soft cotton rubbing between my thighs as I waddled. A pacifier resting between my lips, each suckle erasing my adulthood responsibilities.

I had stood in the isle longer than I expected. I heard a soft voice saying, “Are you a little?”

I snapped out of my daydream, turning my attention to the young woman pushing an empty stroller. Her blue eyes sparkled with hope. Her hair was dark and shiny, nearly devouring the light that brushed against it. A colorful, summer dress hung from her shoulders.

“Oh,” I said, caught off guard. My voice was quiet, lacking any true confidence. I smiled, my cheeks tinted a shade of red. “No, I’m just shopping for my younger sister.”

“Well,” the woman said, her smile widening. “That is very kind of to help your parents. How old are you?”

“N-Nineteen…” I said. I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I glanced at the vacant stroller seat. I couldn’t help but imagine myself sitting in it.

“So a big girl,” she complimented me.

“T-Thank you…” I said timidly. “I should get going.” I turned to walk away. I felt a slight tremor in my hands. I knew if I had stayed much longer, I would have most likely given in to my desires. I had no doubts I would have been diapered and secured in her stroller.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she called out to me, stopping me in my tracks. “You didn’t pick out any diapers.”

I bit my lower lip. I didn’t want to give myself away. Taking a deep breath, I turned around with a smile as I rubbed my arm nervously. “Oh yeah,” I said. “I can be so easily distracted.” I shifted my attention to the diapers. I spotted a package of Care Bears. I swallowed hard, feeling my resolve cracking.

The young woman pushed her stroller closer to me. “I think your younger sister would love these. It looks like her older sister enjoys them.” She plucked the package of diapers from the shelf, handing them to me.

I slowly reached out, taking the package from her. My eyes linger on the brightly colored designs. “T-Thanks…” I muttered.

“Of there is even a matching pacifier!” she said, grabbing the Care Bear pacifier. My eyes followed her hand; I couldn’t hide the desire in my eyes. Removing the packaging, she held the pacifier in front of my face. She remained silent, holding the pacifier a hair’s width away from my slightly parted lips. I knew the moment I accepted the pacifier, I would seal my fate.

Swallowing hard, my lips parted further. Leaning forward, I gently accepted the pacifier. I felt pieces of my mind slipping from control, replaced by childish thoughts. “Good girl,” she said, taking the package of diapers from my hand and putting them in the stroller’s basket. “I think someone is in need of a diapee change.”

She helped me into the stroller. I tried to protest, but my words were muffled. My body refused to relinquish its grasp on the pacifier. She pushed me towards the bathroom; I knew I was about to be diapered, sealing my regression. I felt a rush of nervousness and excitement.

The bathroom door swung open. There were two stalls and a baby changing table designed to hold bigger babies like me… “Time to get my baby girl out of those icky big girl cloths,” my new Mommy said playfully.

She helped me out of the stroller, I reached for the pacifier, managing to pull it out of my lips. “B-But I’m not a wittle…” I said, sounding babyish.

“Is that so?” she teased. “You don’t sound like a big girl.”

“I-I don’t want to be a wittle…” I said, conflicted.

She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me. A devious smile touched her lips. “I won’t force it upon you. If you can drop your pacifier onto the ground, I’ll walk right out of this bathroom. If you can’t, I am going to diaper you.”

Easy enough, I can drop my Care Bear… pacifier… that matches the Care Bear diapers… I watched as she reached for the diaper package and opened it. Pulling out a diaper, she grabbed the diaper bag she kept in the stroller basket. Unzipping it, she pulled out a bottle of baby powder. She put them down on the changing table, her smile widening. She placed her finger on the back of my pacifier, gently guiding it back into my mouth.

My lips closed around the rubber nipple; I began suckling. “That’s a good baby girl,” she cooed.

She helped me onto the changing table, removing my shoes. She gently pushed me onto my back, undoing my jeans button. She slid my pants down my legs, exposing my rainbow-themed panties. Her fingers hooked around the waistband, pulling them down and exposing my sensitive skin to the air. She slid the thick diaper underneath me. I lay still in a hazed state of mind, my mind slipping further.

The baby powder was sprinkled onto me, filling the air with its sweet-scented aroma. I moaned into my pacifier as her fingers danced across my skin, ensuring every inch was coated. She pulled the diaper between my legs, forcing them apart. The tapes were secured tightly around my hips.

Emptied my pockets, finding my ID. “Kelsie,” she said, looking into my timid eyes. “Baby Kelsie.”

“Y-Yes…” I said shyly into my pacifier. “M-Mommy…”

She smiled as I slipped further into my new role as her little one. Helping me off the changing table, she secured me into the stroller. I watched as she threw away my jeans and panties. Pieces of my independence were abandoned as we left the bathroom. My regression gene’s root stretched deep. My fate was sealed.

 

Chapter Two

 

The thick Care Bear diaper crinkled with each subtle shift as I was pushed in the stroller. My new Mommy even strapped in for “safety” reasons. As we passed, employees and other shoppers stopped to stare at me. I heard a few murmurs about how adorable I looked. I silently prayed no one I knew would see me in my newfound state.

My new Mommy was humming cheerfully as she picked out a few more babyish items for me. A Care Bear baby blanket, a few Care Bear baby bottles, and a few extra packages of diapers before taking me into the toy isle. She stopped in front of a few Care Bear stuffed toys. My eyes were unable to look away from their bright colors.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked teasingly. She plucked a few of them off the shelf, her eyes watching mine. “Which one is baby Kelsie’s favorite?”

Slowly, I reach out, my fingers wrapping around the yellow one. A playful smile touched my lips. “I wunt tis one… Mummy,” I said into my pacifier. My voice sounded babyish.

“Ok, baby,” she said. I hastily reached out and grabbed the pink one, too, hugging it too close to me. At first, she was taken aback, but she couldn’t help the smile that touched her lips. “It’s not nice to grab things from people’s hands. Give it back to Mommy.”

I aggressively shook my head. A scowl etched on my face. “I wunt booth of dum!”

Mommy didn’t look happy. Her eyes were devoid of warmth as she stared into mine. I felt my resolve cracking… what was I doing? I am a nineteen-year-old woman about to throw a temper tantrum. I tried clearing the heavy fog that filled my mind. I managed to drop both of the Care Bears; I nearly whined as I did. I crossed my arms over my chest, doing my best to hold onto my defiance.

A warm smile touched her lips, and the terrifying, piercing gaze in her eyes suddenly vanished. She picked up the two Care Bears from the ground, even grabbing the rest of the colors. “I suppose Mommy could make an exception,” she said.

I looked at the colorful bundle in her arms. I was so hopeful and desperately wanted all of them… My defiant resolve slipped away, my regression gene rooting deeper into the depths of my soul. “All of dum?” I timidly murmured into my pacifier.

“All of them,” she said, her voice like a soothing whisper. Her eyes watched as I slipped further into an adult baby. One by one, she started putting them in the stroller with me. I hastily grabbed each one, holding them close to me and rubbing my face against their softness.

“T-Thank y-you… Mum-Mummy…” I said softly, suckling on my pacifier.

She patted my head, “Such a good girl you are.” She had planned to buy me all of the Care Bears. But she wanted me to work for it. Reinforcing my babyish nature. She had purposely selected the pink, yellow, and violet ones. She assumed I would take the pink and yellow one due to the colors of my shirt. It didn’t take much to provoke me to grab my second favorite like a spoiled toddler. She overloaded my mind once she gave me all of the Care Bears.

I was too busy snuggling and hugging all of my new toys to notice where we were going in the store. Before I realized it, we were at the checkouts. “What a cute little baby!” I heard a young woman say who was working the register.

“I had only stopped by for some milk,” my Mommy said warmly. “And ended up with a few extra things. The barcode to the stroller is on the side here.” The cashier walked around and started scanning the items in the basket before kneeling before me.

“Hi, beautiful,” she said warmly. “I need to scan your toys. Is that okay?”

I held them all closer to me, shifting in my stroller. My diaper crinkling loudly. Her smile widened. “Which one is your favorite?” she asked patiently.

“Wellow…” I said in a babyish tone.

“Really!” she said excitedly. “That one is my favorite one, too! I thought that one might be your favorite. Will you let me say goodbye to him before he goes home with you?”

I suckled on my pacifier, staring intensely into her unwavering eyes. Begrudgingly, I let her take him from my grasp. “Goodbye, Sunshine Bear,” she said warmly. “You are going to a new home where you will be loved and cared for with all your friends.”

She scanned the barcode; something about that moment pulled me back to reality. I was about to go to a new home… I started to panic, breathing heavily. I was regressing too quickly. I needed to do something, or I would be living the rest of my life in diapers! The young cashier misread my thoughts, quickly handing the Care Bear back to me. I felt its softness brushing across my skin. I quickly grabbed the stuffed toy, holding it close.

I was so scared my favorite one was gone. I held them all close to me as tears welled in my eyes. I would never let him out of my grasp again… I felt my mind slipping… something was happening. Something important?

“How long has she been regressing?” the young cashier asked, typing away on her till’s keypad.

“For about an hour,” Mommy answered. “She is still in a delicate state of mind.”

Regression… I thought to myself. I had heard that word before. It meant something… I began to feel a growing pressure on my bladder. I needed to pee. “M-Mummy…” I said quietly. “I p-potty...”

“You just found this little doll today?” the cashier said in awe. “Congratulations on being a new Mommy!”

“Thank you,” Mommy said warmly.

“My older sister has the regression gene,” the young cashier said. “I couldn’t believe none of us saw the signs. She was picked up by a lovely young couple last year. They absolutely adore her; I’m sure I could set up a playdate sometime.”

Playdate?... “P-Potty… Mummy!” I said a little more desperately.

“I would love to set up a little playdate sometime,” Mommy said, ignoring me. Reaching into her purse, she pulled her card to pay for the items.

“I’m babysitting this weekend,” the young cashier said, handing Mommy a piece of a receipt with her number on it.

“M-Mummy!” I said louder, my voice still muffled by the pacifier. “P-Potty!

“It might take a while for her to get used to her diaper,” the young cashier said. “It took my older sister a few days before she finally started using her diaper freely.

“My little Kelsie is going to be a stubborn one,” Mommy teased. “I have no doubts she will be a little bratty, but I am looking forward to every single moment of it. I’ll give you a call tomorrow to set up a little playdate.”

I looked desperately into the young cashier's eyes, pleading. She smiled at me. “Bye-bye!” she said, waving at me.

Instinctively, I waved back.

I squirmed uncomfortably in my stroller. My diaper crinkled beneath me. My urge to pee was growing more desperate. Tears welled in my eyes as it started to hurt. Mommy pushed me to her car, opening the door. “What’s wrong, Baby Kelsie?” she asked softly.

“P-Potty… M-Mummy…”

“Silly girl!” Mommy said warmly. “That’s why you are wearing a diapee. You go potty in your diapee.”

I shook my head. I didn’t go potty in a diapee! I’m… a baby?... I felt the warmth of my pee spreading through my diaper, bulging beneath me. Looking down at my diaper, I started to panic. “Wellow! I cried out, realizing I couldn’t find my Care Bear! “Wellow! Mummy! Wellow g-gone!”

She reached into my stroller, grabbing the Care Bear that had fallen to my side. “Yellow is right here,” she said with a soft chuckle. “You are trying to hold onto too many all at once.”

I hastily grabbed the stuffed toy, pressing all my Care Bears close to my chest. Mommy helped me out of the stroller and into the backseat of the car, securing my seatbelt. She loaded up the rest of the car before getting into the driver’s seat. “I’ll change you when we get home,” she cooed.

Home… the word echoed in my mind. Was there something important about home?...

Mommy selected a babyish music station. My mind slipped. “M-Mummy?” I said timidly.

“Yes, baby?” she said.

“T-Tired…” I said in a whiney voice. “B-Baby tired…”

Mommy turned up the music, watching as my eyes dropped. My arms slipped into my lap with my stuffed toys. I was being swept away into a dream-filled slumber. One filled with dancing Care Bears. Home… I thought to myself. A smile touched my lips, and I happily suckled on my pacifier. In my dream, Sunshine Bear took my hand as we skipped through a flowery meadow.