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Maybe I do like it

So many times I've said it: "I don't want to wear diapers." "I want to use the potty." "I'm a big girl." I've screamed it until my throat was raw, until my voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper. I've cried it all, every tear a testament to my defiance.

But no matter how loud I screamed, no matter how hard I fought, it didn't change anything. They still took away my big girl panties, replacing them with diapers. They still made me fill every diaper they strapped onto me to the brim, ignoring my protests and pleas.

I screamed at them, at my captors, the ones who held me prisoner in this childish state. But my screams fell on deaf ears, drowned out by their laughter and mocking whispers. In their eyes, I was nothing but a helpless little.

But as time passes and I obediently fill diaper after diaper, I find myself facing a troubling realization: maybe I like it. Maybe I like the way my diaper feels all warm and snug when I pee myself, the comforting embrace of its soft padding. Maybe I like the convenience of never having to search for a bathroom again, of being free to go whenever and wherever I please.

And as I squat down to mess my diaper, hours away from the next change, I can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, I do like being a poopy pampers princess. The thought sends a shiver of guilt and excitement down my spine.

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Not fair Mr.Crayon

You're sitting there, feeling all grumpy and annoyed. The hallway's all covered in crayon drawings, but hey, it's not your fault! Those walls were just too boring, all white and snooze-worthy. Mr. Crayon convinced you it needed some sprucing up, and who could resist that?

But Daddy's not having any of it. He's giving you the stink-eye and making you sit in this dumb time-out corner. Not fair, right? You shoot a glare at Mr. Crayon, who's just chilling on the floor like he's innocent.

"It's not fair," you grumble, kicking your feet a bit.

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BDF

As you step out onto the bustling streets, a smile stretches across your face, anticipation bubbling within you like carbonation in a fizzy drink. It's Friday—the day you eagerly await each week, not just because it heralds the onset of the weekend, but because it brings something far more special to your world.

Your eyes dance with delight as you spot them—those unmistakable bulges beneath the fabric of shorts and skirts, proclaiming proudly the embrace of a simpler, more carefree existence. Each bulge meaning another proud Pampers packer.

You stroll through the town, your senses attuned to the subtle sounds and sights of littles going about their day. There's a certain charm to the gentle crinkle of diapers beneath clothing, a melody of innocence in the air. It's a symphony of regression, and you're the eager conductor, reveling in the harmony of it all. With each bulge you pass, your heart swells with pride.

As you make your way home, the anticipation only grows. You can hardly contain your excitement as you imagine the flurry of social media posts awaiting you—each one a snapshot of joy, a celebration of littlehood in all its fluffy glory. You can already picture the beaming smiles, the gleeful displays of thick, full diapers proudly on parade.

Yes, Big Diaper Friday is indeed your favorite day—a day of camaraderie, of celebration, of unabashed joy. And as you eagerly scroll through the online chronicles of littles embracing their true selves, you can't help but feel a sense of belonging, a sense of pride in being part of this vibrant, diverse community.

@unpottytrained

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Hii can you make me a report names kota im age 25 in diapers pretty much fulltime rn already sometimes occasionally wear pullups during the day when im gonna be more active but mainly my diaper! Im probably regressed to 3 rn want to be to 1.5-2

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Hi can you do one for me, please.

I am a male.

Aged 23.

Trying to regress to a full baby.

Currently regressed to a toddler

My name is Isaac.

You can choose the other stuff.

I love filling these out :)

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No Pants Party

You found yourself reluctantly attending a party organized by a girl from regression school, prodded along by your caregiver. Truth be told, you weren't exactly thrilled about spending an entire evening surrounded by your toddler-brained classmates, but alas, your fate was sealed.

As you approached the door, Lola's voice, filled with childlike excitement, greeted you, "Hewwo! You're here! Come on in!" With a firm tug, she pulled you inside, leaving you little chance to protest or even say goodbye. Once inside, you were met with a room full of familiar faces, all of them wearing eager smiles.

 "Hewwo! So glad you could make it!" Lola chirped, her lisp adding an extra layer of innocence to her words. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Wook, everyone! Dis is a no pants pawty! It's a diapy pawty!" With that, she began to shimmy out of her pants, her excitement contagious.

The other littles wasted no time in following suit, giggling and squirming as they struggled to shed their outer layers. One of them, struggling with her stubborn shortalls, whined, "Waaaait, I can't get it off!" She looked around desperately until Lola's caregiver came to her aid.

You hesitated, feeling a flush of embarrassment as you realized what was happening. "Um, Lola, I don't think—" you started, but Lola interrupted you with a cheerful grin. "C'mon, it's fun! Off wiff your pants!" she insisted, her voice bubbling with excitement. Reluctantly, you complied, your cheeks burning as your soggy Pampers were revealed to the whole room. There was a moment of silence before the room erupted in laughter and gasps of surprise.

"Wow, nice diapy!" one of the littles exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. Another chimed in, "I wanna see too!“ Lola's caregiver approached, a playful gleam in their eye. "Looks like someone needs a diaper change!" they teased, before leading you off, for what you did not know at the time would be the first of many, many diaper changes during a "no pants party."

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[regressionschool]

The Failure

This picture captures your final moment of shame, the culmination of a journey you never thought you'd take. It all began years ago when you met Daddy online and moved in with him. When he first suggested trying out diapers, you laughed in his face. Sure, you liked being his little girl, but not this little.

You still don't know how he did it, but a few weeks after that conversation, you had your first accident. Just a few spurts, nothing too bad, but enough to make you squirm. You claimed it was a freak accident, but deep down, you knew it was the start of something bigger. And before long, Daddy brought home a pack of pull-ups.You argued about it, of course. You didn't want to give in to this babyish lifestyle. But during that argument, you had another accident, and that eroded your position. So, reluctantly, Daddy cleaned you up and put you in your first pull-up.

Over the next few weeks, you felt yourself slowly losing the ability to hold your bladder. You fought it at every chance, trying never to be more than two minutes away from the toilet. But the wet pull-ups kept piling up, and one lazy Sunday afternoon, it happened. Daddy asked if you needed a change, and you claimed you didn't. But when he checked you, your pull-up was close to leaking. You had wet yourself and didn't even notice.

Since then, pants privileges in the house were revoked, and Daddy regularly checks your pull-ups. Then, a while later, you had your first messy accident. Daddy was calm and supportive as you cried on his chest, but a couple of days later, when you came home from work, you found a changing table stocked with thick ABDL diapers, your pull-ups gone forever.

You tried to hold on to some sense of control, to make it to the bathroom whenever possible, but successful attempts became few and far between. So, you finally gave in to your diapers. Well, maybe a little too much. Now, you don't notice anything happening down there until a grown-up takes you to the changing table. You are fully unpotty-trained.

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I'm regressing two lovely girls, Penny and Viola. Viola has decided to wear diapers, but Penny prefers pull-ups, even though she wets them every day. Even with regression hypnosis causing messy accidents, Penny still doesn't want to switch to diapers. How can I help her want to be my diapered princess?

Dear Anonymous,

Navigating regression with two lovely girls like Penny and Viola can indeed pose some challenges, but fear not! Regression School is here to offer some practical suggestions to help Penny embrace her role as your diapered princess.

Let's start by making "making it to the potty" a bit trickier for Penny. You can dress her in clothes with more snaps or buttons, making it harder for her to quickly use the potty. Additionally, scheduling potty breaks and encouraging her to hold it for a few extra minutes can lead to additional accidents.

Introducing a potty chart can also be beneficial. This chart will track Penny's accidents, highlighting her lack of potty training. Seeing her lack of success may motivate Penny to reconsider trying to make it to the potty at all.

To further emphasize Penny's regression, force her to waddle with her full pull-up to the potty chart as you mark down each accident.

Involving Viola in the process can also be helpful. Encourage her to advocate for diapers and gently tease Penny about her continued use of pull-ups.

If Penny continues to resist, consider taking charge and putting her in diapers even if she protests. After experiencing the comfort and reliability of diapers for a few weeks, Penny may find it difficult to go back to pull-ups.

With these strategies in place, Penny will soon embrace her role as your diapered princess.

Best of luck on your regression journey!

Warm regards, Regression School

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Dear Regression School,

I'm Amelie, 27, and I've recently regressed to toddlerhood. I've made a new friend during playgroup, but the problem is, she goes to a different regression school class for preschoolers. I really want to play with her during the school day too, but she insists on staying a big girl in pull-ups. What should I do?

Thanks, Amelie

Hello Amelie,

Ah, I see the dilemma you're facing, my dear. But worry not, I have a few sneaky tricks up my sleeve to help you bring your friend back to toddlerhood, where she belongs.

Firstly, you might want to consider a little "accident" during one of your play sessions together. Perhaps spill some water on her spare pull-ups or sneakily hide them, when she's not looking. Once she's in need of a change, offer to help her with a proper diaper instead. Sometimes, a little inconvenience can be the push someone needs to embrace their regression fully.

If that doesn't do the trick, you could always try a more direct approach. Maybe suggest a game of dress-up where you both play babies, complete with diapers, onesies, and pacifiers. Show her just how much fun diapers and toddlerhood can be, and she might come around to the idea sooner than you think.

And if all else fails, you could enlist the help of your teacher or caregiver. Have them gently encourage your friend to join your regression class for some playtime. Sometimes, a little peer pressure can work wonders in nudging someone towards regression.

Remember, Amelie, friendship is about helping each other grow, even if that means regressing back to toddlerhood together. So don't be afraid to get a little creative in bringing your friend into the fold.

Wishing you the best of luck, Regressionschool

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boys belong in diapers: Security check

Over the past few months, you've grown accustomed to the slow erosion of your dignity. They've taken everything from you – your job, your home – and when you thought it couldn't get any worse, they stripped you of your continence, leaving you in diapers. Since then, you've been subject to checks and changes by many different women, but none are as humiliating as the security checks.

Every time you enter a public building, you and the other men who aren't accompanied by a woman are herded into a special security line. Meanwhile, men who are being pushed in strollers or carried on hips by women breeze past without a second glance. The security stations are strategically placed to ensure maximum exposure, your shame on display for all to see. The guards, all women now, make you stand on a red rectangle before pulling down your pants, revealing your almost always wet diaper to the prying eyes of onlookers.

Ignoring your discomfort, the guard presses her fingers against the sodden padding, her touch firm and unyielding. You squirm under her touch, the sensation of her probing fingers sending waves of humiliation coursing through you. She lingers there for a moment too long, her gaze fixed on the exposed garment between your legs.

But the inspection doesn't end there. With a cruel twist of fate, the guard leans in closer, peering inside your diaper as if searching for hidden contraband. You feel exposed, violated, as she scrutinizes every inch of your diaper with clinical detachment.

The guard's voice cuts through the silence, her tone laced with thinly veiled amusement. "All clear," she declares, her words a mockery of the dignity you once knew. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she gestures for you to pull up your pants and continue on your way, leaving you to grapple with the lingering sense of degradation that hangs heavy in the air.

boys belong in diapers : Brotraitor

As you prepare to change Jonathan's diaper, a wave of disgust washes over you as you notice the mess he's made during his nap. With a heavy sigh, you undo the tapes of his diaper, wrinkling your nose at the unpleasant odor that fills the room. Jonathan's cheeks flush with embarrassment as he senses your reaction, his discomfort adding to the already awkward atmosphere.

But deep down, you know it's not Jonathan's fault. The world has changed, and women have taken control, ushering in an era where men are  being regressed at an alarming rate. It's a reality you've reluctantly accepted, though not without its doubts and reservations.

As you wipe away the mess, you can't help but ponder the path you've chosen. By aligning yourself with the women, you've managed to keep your potty training for now, but at what cost? Among your fellow men, you're seen as a traitor, a "Brotraitor" as they call it, for betraying your gender.

As you carefully place a fresh diaper under Jonathan's bottom, the soft crinkle of the plastic reminds you of the permanence of his regression. With each tape secured, you can't help but wonder if you'd be better off joining him on the changing table, relinquishing any pretense of adulthood.

The voice blaring from the speakers echoes in your mind, its message relentless and insistent. "Boys belong in diapers," it proclaims, its words both a reminder and a challenge to the world as you once knew it. Maybe, just maybe, there's truth in those words, hidden beneath layers of societal conditioning and resistance.

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[regressionschool]

I Want to have a normal date

A tribute to peculiarchangeling’s amazing I want to be Normal

Cassius stood in front of his closet, nervously tapping his fingers against his thigh as he debated which diaper to wear for his coffee date with Tilly. He had bought a few different ones since his first excursion into the world of ABDL fashion, each offering its own level of comfort and absorbency.

A thick diaper would undoubtedly provide maximum security, ensuring that he could last the entire date without any worries about any unexpected leaks or discomfort distracting him from his time with Tilly.. The thought of wearing such a bulky diaper outside made him feel both reassured and self-conscious, imagining the noticeable bulge it would create beneath his clothing.

However, a thinner diaper offered its own set of possibilities, igniting a spark of excitement and nervousness within Cassius. The thought of asking Tilly for a change sent a shiver down his spine, the idea of vulnerability mingling with anticipation. Would she be open to such a request?

After much deliberation and internal debate, Cassius settled on a compromise, opting for a medium-thick diaper with adorable bunnies on them.

Cassius laid out his chosen diaper on his bed, smoothing out any wrinkles to ensure a comfortable fit. He reached for the powder, carefully shaking it into his palm before gently applying it to his skin. The soft puff of powder brought a sense of comfort, creating a barrier between him and the absorbent material of the diaper.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Cassius gingerly lifted his legs one at a time, sliding them into the leg holes of the diaper. He adjusted the padding, making sure it was snug but not too tight, allowing for freedom of movement. With practiced precision, he fastened the tapes securely around his waist, ensuring a snug and leak-proof seal.

Next came the onesie that Tilly had complimented him on during their first encounter. Cassius carefully slipped it over his head, feeling a sense of warmth and familiarity as the soft fabric hugged his body. The edges of the diaper was visible beneath the onesie, but instead of feeling self-conscious, Cassius felt a strange sense of pride.

Next Cassius reached for his favorite pair of shortalls, the ones he knew would complement the onesie perfectly. As he adjusted the straps over his shoulders, he couldn't help but notice the noticeable bulge of the diaper beneath the fabric.

For a moment, doubt crept into Cassius's mind. Would Tilly find it strange? Would she be put off by his choice to wear a diaper? But then, he remembered that this, all of this, diapers, onesies and shorttalls were normal now.

As the doorbell chimed, Cassius felt a jolt of nervous excitement surge through him. Taking a deep breath, he steadied his shaking hand and turned the doorknob. There, standing on the other side, was Tilly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and a warm smile gracing her lips.

Hey there," Tilly greeted, her grin widening as she took in Cassius's appearance, her gaze lingering on his well padded crotch. "You look adorable, dressed your best, I see." Her playful remark caused Cassius to blush even deeper, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Clearing his throat, Cassius tried to regain his composure. "Uh, thanks," he mumbled, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him at being teased by Tilly.

With a gentle laugh, Tilly stepped closer, her warmth enveloping him. "You look cute when you blush, Cassius," she teased, playfully nudging his shoulder. "It's adorable."

Feeling a bit more at ease in Tilly's presence, Cassius managed to chuckle softly. "Thanks, Tilly."

As Tilly's gaze softened, she reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Cassius's face. "Are you ready for our date?" she asked, her voice soft and filled with warmth.

Cassius's eyes widened in surprise as Tilly extended her hand towards him, silently urging him to take it. With a fluttering heart, he reached out, his fingers intertwining with hers as she led him towards her car.

As she opened the back door, Cassius's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a child seat, albeit one clearly designed for an adult.

"Um, Tilly," Cassius began, his cheeks flushing as he glanced between her and the child seat.

Tilly chuckled softly, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Don't worry, Cassius," she reassured him, her tone playful yet soothing. "I borrowed it from a friend who has big little."

As Tilly helped Cassius into the child seat, his cheeks burned with embarrassment. He shifted awkwardly, trying to find a comfortable position as Tilly expertly strapped him in.

Once Cassius was securely fastened in the child seat, Tilly flashed him a teasing grin before slipping into the driver's seat. With a playful wink, she started the car and pulled out onto the road.

With a teasing grin, Tilly glanced back at Cassius over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ready for the ride, little one?" she teased, her tone playful yet tinged with warmth.

Cassius's cheeks flushed even deeper at the playful nickname, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips nonetheless. "I guess so," he replied, his voice laced with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

With that, Tilly shifted the car into gear, the engine purring to life as they began their journey together. As they drove off into the night, Cassius couldn't shake the feeling of butterflies in his stomach, but with Tilly by his side, he knew that whatever adventures awaited them, he was ready to face them head-on.

I Want to Be Normal (AB/DL Short Story)

Cereal.

Milk.

Spoon.

Cassius didn’t want to admit to himself that a bowl of Frooty Swirls would be the highlight of his day off, but he couldn’t think of what else would top it. His slim selection of friends were busy, or lived on the internet, accessible only through his phone, so his free time would be used to run errands and binge re-runs. At least the cereal was crunchy and sweet. 

He checked his phone, scrolling social media as he chewed the froot-flavored cereal. Someone had posted a picture from an ABDL meetup, showing three diapered butts arranged in a row, with a caption about how awesome their week had been. 

He felt the impulse to leave a reply, but had no idea what to say. Jealousy overwhelmed his feelings, and Cassius knew that if he tried to respond, he’d just come off as lonely, so he scrolled away. 

It didn’t help. Someone else was talking about how nice their Mommy was. Another user was bragging about both his Littles. Everyone had friends, or partners, or just someone. 

Everyone except Cassius.

He had his Frooty Swirls. 

He’d gone to a few meetups and munches, but social anxiety had left him paralyzed and quiet throughout–he’d barely said a word, and doubted that anyone liked him or wanted him to return. Sure, they’d all been attending the ABDL meetup, same as him, but…he was different. He didn’t have what they had, they made it seem so natural. 

Pursing his lips, he set aside his phone, focusing on the cereal. The Frooty Swirls had been the same since the late 80s, and just tasting them always got him in a Little headspace. It was the only thing that felt like a socially acceptable way to regress–indulging in fake sweeteners that reminded him of his childhood.

Reading the back of the cereal box, he skimmed the fluffy text explaining a game. ‘I’ve lost all my frooty magic! Can you find all six froots and make a wish?’ 

Choosing to engage, he scanned the box, looking for the cereal shapes. Oranges were in the corner, lemons were behind the nutrition information, berries–they never did say what kind of berry it was supposed to be–were hidden on a fake tree. Limes he found right behind the mascot, cherries were underneath a word search, and finally, he found apples right inside the Frooty Swirls logo at the top of the box.

He’d won. It was childishly simple, but that was kind of the point–this was his singular chance to regress every day. 

And, hey, the box said that if he won, he could make a wish. 

(I wish…I wish I didn’t just have interests that a handful of people online could relate to.)

(I wish I was normal.) 

…

Cassius steered his way through the grocery store’s bread aisle, lost in his phone as he got the shopping out of the way. He made it all the way to the end of the aisle before realizing he hadn’t added anything to his cart since the dairy section. 

He’d done it again, losing himself in internet jealousy.

Frowning, he pocketed his phone, resolving not to go onto social media anymore until he was done with his errands. Turning around, he pointed his cart towards…

He hesitated. A couple stood in front of him, two men in their thirties, walking down the aisle in Cassius’s direction. They were holding hands, which was cute, but not what made him stop and stare.

One of the men was wearing a pair of shortalls with a snug baby blue shirt beneath. He wasn’t sucking on a pacifier or anything, but his whole demeanor just seemed Little, and Cassius couldn’t help but glance down around his waist.

The crotch of his shortalls seemed to be a bit puffy, but that might have just been–

“Excuse me?” the more mature of the two asked.

Cassius froze–he’d been caught staring, trying to size up whether the man in shortalls was wearing a diaper. “I–uh–” he stammered, searching for an excuse. 

“Can you reach that for us? ‘Bare Bread’, right next to the whole grain.” He stepped back and pointed, nodding with his head towards his partner. “This one’s picky, he’ll only eat the crustless kind.” 

Blinking, Cassius caught up to the situation. Both men were on the shorter side, while Cassius always loomed in every conversation. “Oh, sure.” Nodding, he grabbed the crustless bread from the top shelf, passing it to the man. “Here.”

“Say ‘Thank you’,” the man said, nudging his shortall-clad partner. 

“Thank you,” the one in shortalls said, blushing and looking down at his feet.

Cassius stood there, stunned, as the two men left him to resume their shopping routine. 

(Are they…did I just…) he thought. He would have bet anything that they were ABDL, or at least in a daddy dom/little boy relationship, but…they were so brazen about it.

Then again, maybe it only stood out to Cassius because their dynamic was already on his mind. Shaking his head, he resumed his shopping, filling up his cart.

He had just managed to shake off the feelings of uncertain jealousy and surprise when he got to the checkout aisle, and then it snapped back in full force. 

On a spinning rack, right next to the candy, were pacifiers. 

His heart began to flutter, looking around as though he’d been caught in something, but nobody paid him any mind. He looked at the pacifiers again–they weren’t labeled as ‘for adults’ or anything, but some of them seemed too big for any baby. 

Looking away, his eyes fell on the magazine rack, and his anxiety spiked further. A celebrity was pictured on the cover of a tabloid magazine, some candid paparazzi photo, and her midsection had been highlighted by a red circle. Next to it, photoshopped to show off bare skin, the magazine depicted her in a bunny-print diaper.

Cassius stared, eyes widening, until the cashier cleared his throat. “Sir?”

He looked up. The line in front of him had cleared–(how long had I been staring?)–and it was his turn to check out.

Stepping forward and setting his groceries onto the checkout conveyor, he tried to put it out of his mind. 

…

Flipping through the magazine options at the auto center, Cassius was relieved to find that they were all normal. Hot rod cars, sports gossip, the kind of thing he’d expect from a magazine rack–no diaper wearing mechanics just springing out at him from nowhere. Just his same old auto shop, where he’d been coming for tune-ups and oil changes since he earned his permit as a pimply teen.

Taking a seat by the coffee maker, he settled in to wait. The oil change wouldn’t be long, but he actually liked the short break it offered him–a chance to just kick up his feet and do nothing for a bit. He patted himself on the back for how effective his self-imposed social media break was already proving to be.

This relative relaxation lasted for only a few moments, until he heard a distinct ratta-tatta-ratta-tatta clicking sound roll up right outside the auto shop. Glancing over his shoulder, he identified the noise in a heartbeat–a tomboyish woman about his age was half standing on a bicycle, playing cards jammed between the spokes to produce the overt rattle. The rider wore elastic shorts and a Transformers T-shirt with a matching backpack, her outfit capped off–literally–with a baseball cap turned backwards on her head.

Frowning, Cassius watched the woman hop off her bike and walk it in through the auto shop’s doors. 

Getting the attention of the man behind the desk, the cyclist said, “My front tire keeps losing air, Mister B–you think you can take a look at it? I think I’ve got a leak.” 

Mr. Burnett, a man in his fifties who’d worked at the shop for as long as Cassius had been driving, smirked at the new customer. “Two, by the looks of it.” 

Eyes widening, Cassius darted his gaze down, spotting two rather distinct crescent-moon shaped wet marks on the newcomer’s elastic shorts. 

The woman blushed slightly, but seemed more flustered than upset, muttering, “Aw, dangit…” 

Chuckling, Mr. Burnett nodded to the side. “Go and get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom, I’ll get that tire checked out.” 

Cassius realized he was blushing more deeply than the customer whose… whose diaper had leaked. Ripping his gaze away, he fumbled for a distraction, reaching for the TV remote by the coffee maker. He hoped to just give himself something to focus on so that he wouldn’t stare at the obviously diapered man who’d just rode in on his bicycle. 

Blinking for a moment, the old tube TV hummed, then began to display some reality show garbage. A dating show, just the sort of gameshow pablum he needed. Cassius almost sighed in relief, until he saw a woman waddle onto screen, clad in little save for a onesie and the diaper obviously poking out from beneath it. 

Face turning bright red, he stammered, looking around to see if anyone else in the waiting room had reacted to the absurd images on screen. “I–is anyone else seeing this?”

A woman sitting next a few chairs down glanced up from a quiet conversation with her husband, then rolled her eyes at the screen. “Ugh,” she said, shaking her head. “I know–it’s like they don’t know how to write shows anymore, it’s all reality sex appeal crap.” 

(What?) Flicking off the TV, Cassius got to his feet, walking to the desk. “Is–is my car ready?”

Mr. Burnett glanced over his shoulder, through the window into the garage, and then turned back and nodded. “Looks like it’s being parked just now. You’re all paid up, so you’re ready to go.” 

“Great,” Cassius said. “I think I need to get some air.” 

Behind him, the woman he’d spoken to stood, whispering to her husband, just loud enough that Cassius overheard. “Sweetie, you’re messy–did you remember to pack the diaper bag?” 

Looking over his shoulder, Cassius saw the woman’s husband flush and shake his head. 

Feeling like he might explode from awkward confusion, it was all Cassius could do not to break into a run as he fled the auto shop. 

…

Cassius couldn’t deny the truth any longer as he wandered into the department store, confronted immediately with the spring fashion displays.

Some of it was expected–Bikinis, various styles of shorts and tops and trendy drop waist dresses, but right next to it were onesies, shortalls, and rompers in adult sizes. Not plain ones, either–the sizing made it clear these were for adults, yet the design had an overtly juvenile streak. ABDL clothing in everything but name. 

Even modern, chic adult diapers sat stacked in packages, ready for customers–their trendiness was underlined by the fact that several models were displayed on posters wearing them. 

He couldn’t begin to guess how this had happened, but he couldn’t argue with the spring sale section in front of him. 

His interests were…normal. 

And he couldn’t help himself. Picking out a onesie with a slightly retro-style print on the front, he glanced about, as though someone might see him and catch him in the act of buying clothing that was there for him to buy. 

Hunching his shoulders and slipping off to the changing area, he found the first open room, ducked inside, and fumbled with opening the snaps on the onesie. It felt like every other experience he’d ever had in a changing room: awkward. 

Still, as he got out of his shorts and shirt and into the new garment, it also felt right. He was just trying something on. A popular, maybe even a slightly boring bit of fashion. 

Stepping out, he looked at himself in the mirror. The onesie was cute on him. And it fit, too–he didn’t have to worry about it not being long enough for his tall frame, he could see it on him. Maybe a bit baggy between the legs, but all in all, he couldn’t help but grin as he saw it. 

Then a woman walked by and all his newfound confidence vanished, shrinking away. He blushed, crossing his arms over his chest, looking to the door of his changing room so he could retreat as quickly as possible. 

Noting his suddenly demure posture, the woman stepped back. She was about his age, and well over a foot shorter than him, but she carried her posture with confidence and quiet empathy as she raised her hands in a placating gesture. “Hey–no need to be embarrassed, tall guys can be little too.” 

“I…” Cassius began, his blush still plastered firmly on his face. “It’s…” 

“I know, fashion magazines always find the smallest guy they can,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But you can’t let that shape how you think about yourself–you look cute in that onesie, and you don’t need to be four feet tall on your tip-toes to pull it off.” 

Eyes widening, Cassius couldn’t quite handle the rush of emotions that flooded him. “I–you think I’m cute?” 

She smiled, a tiny giggle escaping her, but it wasn’t condescending. “Though–it’d fit better with the proper bottoms, those onesies really need something to pad them out around the waist.” 

Looking back at himself in the mirror, Cassius blinked a few times–his vision had begun to blur. “Can I ask you a question?” 

“Sure thing,” she said. 

“You don’t think it’s weird?” 

She shook her head, smiling. “Not at all, sweetheart. It takes all sorts, doesn’t it? Tall littles, short bigs–even boring people who don’t want a dynamic. I don’t think I’d ever want to be someone’s little girl, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand the appeal.” Shrugging, she nodded to the onesie on his body again. “You should get that.” 

“Yeah? Does it make me look good?” he asked, turning to glance at himself in the mirror again. 

“It makes you look happy,” she replied. 

Nodding, he mumbled a thank you, shocked and overjoyed as he stepped back into the changing room. His fingers fumbled as the crotch snaps as he undressed, returning to his old clothes. 

The old clothes. 

(I don’t have to hide,) he realized, holding his old shirt in his hands. (I can just be…me.) 

Pulling it over his head, he grabbed the onesie, rushing out of the changing room. There was just one more opportunity he couldn’t wait for–he’d been waiting too long already. 

He searched around the store, looking from side to side as he left the changing room. He passed a package of diapers in his size and snagged them on the way, but that wasn’t his real goal.

(I just casually picked up a pack of diapers, in public,) he realized, shocked, but he had little time to think about it as he found the woman he’d been looking for, putting back a blouse on the rack she’d gotten it from.

“Hey,” he said, approaching, raising a nervous hand, stammering over his words. “I know we just talked, but–hi. I’m Cassius.” 

She looked up at him and smiled, glancing down to the purchases in his hands. “It’s nice to meet you, Cassius,” she replied, looking back up to his face. “I’m Tilly.” 

“I was just–well, I wondered if you…” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well…this is dumb, we barely talked, but–”

Grinning, Tilly let his stammering fizzle out and nodded. “A coffee date would be lovely,” she confirmed, cutting through his uncertainty. “Or you can get juice, if you’re too little to have caffeine.” 

A smile spread across his face, and Cassius bubbled with more excitement than he could ever remember feeling since adolescence. 

“Just one condition, though,” Tilly added, cutting into his glee just slightly.

Cassius nodded. “Of course, what is it?” 

Her eyes lowered to the package of diapers under his arm, the onesie still folded over them. “Be sure you dress your best, okay?” 

The End

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Once upon a time, in a cozy little apartment, lived Lily, a young woman that on the surface was completely unremarkable. Lily had a secret side to her personality that she rarely showed to the world - she loved to indulge in her inner toddler.

One sunny afternoon, with no one around to judge, Lily decided to embrace her inner child fully. She rummaged through her drawers until she found her stash of cute diapers adorned with colorful patterns. With a mischievous grin, she slipped into one of her soft, crinkly diapers, feeling the excitement bubbling within her.

As she waddled around her room in her diaper, she couldn't resist sticking out her tongue playfully at her reflection in the mirror. Her favorite plush dinosaur, Mr. Triceratops, looked on with amusement as Lily giggled and pranced around, feeling carefree and silly.

But Lily wasn't done yet. She reached for her collection of hair accessories and picked out a couple of adorable bows, securing them in her hair with a sense of whimsy. With each bow in place, she felt more and more like a little toddler, ready for some fun. She plopped down on the floor, attempting to grab her toes with chubby fingers, giggling uncontrollably at her own antics. Mr. Triceratops watched on, seemingly amused by Lily's playful display.

Suddenly, Lily felt a familiar pressure in her bladder, the kind that usually signaled a trip to the bathroom. But instead of feeling anxious or hurried, Lily let out a mischievous giggle. With a playful grin, she relaxed and allowed the warm sensation to spread through her diaper.

Feeling the comforting warmth envelop her, Lily couldn't help but squeal with delight. She wriggled around on the floor, feeling the wetpadding of her diaper against her skin. It was a sensation that filled her with a sense of childish joy and freedom.

With a contented sigh, she snuggled closer to her stuffed animals, feeling utterly carefree in her toddler-like bliss. Lily didn't concern herself with trivial matters like whether her diaper would leak or if she needed a change. Oh no, that was Daddy's responsibility, and she knew he would take care of it when he got home from the gym.

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[regressionschool]

The Success Story

To you, this picture might not seem anything out of the ordinary—a cute girl proudly showing off her adorable diapered behind. Fairly classic, right? But let me tell you, this is a very special picture indeed. It's not just about a girl in diapers; it's about dedication, hard work, and, most importantly, self-acceptance and truth. This picture captures a milestone moment in Amie's life—her 1500th day of diapers, 24/7. Can you believe it? That's right, she's officially, unequivocally unpotty-trained.

Just think about it for a moment. 1500 days of diapers. That's commitment right there! It's not easy, you know? It takes determination, courage, and a whole lot of self-love to embrace who you are, fully and unapologetically. And Amie? Well, she's rocking her Pampers like a champ.

Sure, some might raise their eyebrows or pass judgment, but who cares? Amie knows who she is, and she's not afraid to show it. And you know what? That's something to celebrate.

So here's to Amie and her 1500 days of full diapers! May she continue to embrace her true self, unashamed and unstoppable. And to anyone out there struggling with self-acceptance, take a page out of Amie's book—embrace who you are, flaws and all, because that's what makes us truly beautiful.

featuring the aptly named @unpottytrained

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I really liked this question, so I came up with a few different answers form different characters:

Name: Sarah, Age: 25, Regression Level: Toddler "Oh my, little Remi seems to be having quite the diaper dilemma! But you know what they say, accidents happen to the best of us. Maybe Remi just needs a little more practice before he's ready to tackle the big boy potty. In the meantime, those cute diapers do suit him quite well, don't you think?"

Name: Lisa, Age: 35, Regression Level: Adult

As an experienced mommy myself, I completely understand where you're coming from. Keeping Remi in diapers indefinitely might seem like a unconventional choice to some, but trust me, it's the best decision you could make. Diapers provide not only comfort and security for Remi but also peace of mind for you.

Let's face it, dealing with leaky pull-ups and constantly cleaning mattresses and furniture is a hassle nobody wants to deal with. Diapers, on the other hand, contain any accidents neatly without any mess or fuss. Plus, they're much more comfortable for Remi to wear, allowing him to focus on being his playful self without any worries.

So, don't worry about rushing into potty training. Embrace the convenience and practicality of diapers for as long as Remi needs them. After all, a happy and dry Remi means a happy and stress-free mommy!

Name: Dennis, Age: 42, Regression Level: Preschool

I can't stop giggling at the thought of Remi wearing pull-ups like a big kid! He's just way too adorable to be a big boy like me, isn't he? you won't believe the hilarious thing that happened the other day! So, there we were, playing in the backyard like big kids do, and suddenly, I noticed a strange smell. I looked around and, lo and behold, there was little Remi, happily playing away, completely oblivious to the fact that he had a messy accident in his Pampers!

But here's the kicker – he didn't even notice! Can you imagine? He just kept playing like nothing happened while the rest of us were trying not to laugh too hard.

And then, when we finally told him what happened, he turned bright red and tried to deny it, but the evidence was right there for everyone to see. It was just too funny!

Name: Remi, Age: 31, Regression Level: Baby

Oh, Mommy, you and Dennis are just teasing me! I totally deserve to be in big boy pants like everyone else. I mean, come on, accidents happen to everyone, right? But I'm sure you're exaggerating about that messy accident story. I would never... um, have an accident like that and not even notice! I'm a big boy now, remember? So let's ditch the diapers and embrace my big boy status!

Remi’s Mommy here. This little cutie can’t seem to keep his diaper dry right now, but we’re talking about maybe trying potty training in the next couple of months. He’s so eager to be a big boy. What do you guys think?

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[regressionschool]

What’s that stinky smell?

As Daddy swung open the nursery door with a playful grin, a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. His nose crinkled at the familiar scent wafting through the air, and he couldn't resist teasing, "What's that stinky smell?" You felt a warm flush creeping up your cheeks as you squirmed ever so slightly, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "I dunno," you murmured softly, trying to conceal your embarrassment.

Undeterred, Daddy took another exaggerated sniff, his expression feigning exaggerated disgust. "Could it be Sir Lancelot?" he pondered aloud, his voice laced with playful suspicion. "After all, he hasn't had a bath in a while. Maybe he's the little stinker!" With a giggle, you obediently crawled over to where Sir Lancelot lay. As you reached your beloved teddy bear, you carefully lifted him to your nose, and cautiously sniffed.

To your relief, Sir Lancelot smelled just as sweet as ever, his soft fur offering no evidence of the mysterious scent that had filled the room. With a shake of your head, you turned back to Daddy. "Nope, Sir Lancelot smells just fine," you confirmed, your voice tinged with amusement. Daddy's brows furrowed in mock concern as he responded with a pensive "Hmm," his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Then, with a mischievous grin spreading across his face, Daddy teased, "Well, if it's not Sir Lancelot, what else could it be? Perhaps my little princess's feet?“

You're still on all fours from crawling, attempting to sniff your feet, but you can't quite reach them. With a frustrated sigh, you plop down on your diapered bum, feeling the mess squish against you. Determined, you grab one foot and pull it towards your face, taking a deep whiff.

To your relief, your feet smell just as they should—fresh and clean. But then, an idea pops into your head. Maybe it's not your feet after all, but your diaper! Daddy lets out a hearty laugh at your deduction and nods, saying, "That's a possibility, little one."

With a mischievous grin, Daddy scoops you up into his arms, his hand gently supporting your messy diapered bottom as he carries you over to the changing table. You giggle as you're lifted, feeling a sense of excitement mixed with a hint of embarrassment about what might be awaiting you on the changing table.

As Daddy sets you down on the changing mat, you wriggle slightly, feeling the squishy mess between your legs. You look up at Daddy with a playful expression, "Uh oh, looks like someone's been a messy little one!" you say, trying to lighten the mood.

Daddy chuckles softly and nods, reaching for the supplies he needs to change your diaper. With gentle hands, he begins to unfasten the tapes, exposing the contents of your soiled diaper. You blush at the sight, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation as Daddy gets to work cleaning you up.

Once the messy diaper is removed, Daddy grabs a pack of baby wipes and starts to gently clean your bottom, his touch both soothing and ticklish at the same time. You squirm and giggle as he wipes away the mess, feeling a sense of relief as the fresh wipes leave your skin feeling clean and dry.

Finally, with a fresh diaper unfolded and ready to go, Daddy lifts your legs and slides it underneath you, expertly fastening the tapes snugly in place. You sigh contentedly as the soft padding of the new diaper envelops you, feeling safe and secure in Daddy's care.

With the diaper change complete, Daddy gives you a playful pat on the bottom and lifts you back into his arms, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "All clean, little one," he says with a smile, his eyes warm and reassuring.

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[regressionschool]

Oh, I think you know what permanent basis means. No more big girl job and no more big girl panties, forever.

PS: I had a lot of fun writing your Regression School Report.

Hey look, I'm doing well at something!! Thanks to @regressionschool for my report ❤️

'...permanent basis'? What does that mean? 😅

[regressionschool]

Look at this precious little princess!

This adorable picture of Ella just proves, once again, that little girls belong in thick, fluffy diapers. Here are just a few reasons why:

Adorableness Overload: Girls just look so darn cute in diapers, don't they? It's like they were made for them!

Can't Hide That Crinkle: The crinkle of a diaper makes it impossible for them to hide. Even if they try to stay perfectly still, you'll smell them before long! 😜

Focus on the Important Stuff: Finally giving up on using the potty means they can focus on the really important stuff, like sucking on their thumbs and playing pretend.

Constant Reminder: The thick padding between their legs serves as a constant reminder that they're little girls, and just that.

Bonding Opportunity: Regular diaper changes are also an opportunity to keep connected as a couple. It's a special time for both little girls and their caregivers.

Softens Daddy's Blows: Especially when very cheeky little girls are out of line and get a spanking, the padding of a thick diaper will soften any daddy's blow. It's like built-in protection!

And there you have it! Diapers aren't just practical; they're a perfect fit for little girls in every way. Don't you agree?

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