Age Regression Into Diapers Novels & Stories

Mom smiles. “Of course, I’m coming back for the baby’s birth. I wouldn't miss it. What do we have, about four or five months?” I inquire. “Something like that.” “I’m still not changing poop diapers,” Kai grumbles. “Oh, stop being a baby. They can’t be that bad,” I tell him. “Easy for you to say you will just go back to the human realm after the baby is born. You will get to skip the poop diapers.” Kai counters.

Trent didn't even need to lock me in, the weakness that has taken hold over my body assured me that I never leave or move, even when I want to, today I decided to bathe, I smell, and I have a rash. Trent found out that I'm diaper dependent and made fun of me, of my need to be taken care of, he threw a closed pack of adult diapers on me, they didn't have any teddies or animals over them they were ugly and didn't go up and down like my old ones, I hated them so much, I had to teach myself how to use the bathroom again, I don't always make it, but I did most tomes.

"Thank you." She went on to help us with finding a carrier that worked. It was so perfect, and the fabric was so soft. I was elated. I mind-linked Cade. "My mom is going to be so jealous. Everyone in the North will be jealous this thing is so nice." I was practically bouncing. When we got the diapers, we got a ridiculous amount of wipes. I mind-linked Cade again. "You have no idea how excited I am about this. No washing, how lucky are we?" He smirked and signed. "I take it you like the south now." "It definitely has its advantages," I told him we need not bother with a stroller. I planned to use the carriers, which he seemed more than okay with.

"Gerber. Earth’s Best. Just read the ingredients. Nothing weird, Or you can mash avocado, mix it with a bit of breast milk. Soft sweet potato. Banana. If she gags, try again tomorrow. Don’t force it." "Got it," Rachel replied, typing quickly. "Also, she threw her pacifier in the toilet." "She does that. There are extras in the side pouch of the diaper bag." "You’re a genius and I love you. Go back to your sexy billionaire husband." I laughed. "We’re going shopping, we need to get Kid stuff and some other stuffs." "Wow, Wild vacation, what about my own stuff??? "You have no idea, don't worry, we will get you all you want."

I declare, determination in my voice. In deft motions, the old diaper is discarded, and Cevia is cleansed. My internal countdown lends urgency to the process as I swiftly secure a fresh diaper around her tiny form. Thirty seconds – an achievement punctuated by the absence of any unsavory mishaps. A silent exultation ripples through me, a far cry from Brayden's previous misadventure.

he asks me, I wanted, but I didn't want to pee myself, I just shrugged. "Hey, I know you're embarrassed, and feeling small but you can use words, tell me what's going on in your pretty mind?" he says caressing my face. "I'm not that small, I shouldn't have accidents," I explain to him, still sniffling. "You are my small baby, being a big girl of three years old, that's not enough for you to walk around in big girl panties, you could use some protection," he suggests but I shook my head no, I'm not gonna wear diapers.

I sputter quietly. "I would recommend getting one," she advises. "Diapers are a lot cheaper there, and if it's a boy, the only diapers that hold Theo overnight are the Sam's Club brand." "Oh. Okay." I don't know how else to respond. Not only am I in disbelief, but I'm so appreciative of the information part of me wants to keep asking questions. Quincy is the only mom I know, and she was never pregnant with Chance. He's her biological nephew, and she didn't get custody of him until he was two months old. The time frame before that is just as lost on her as it is on me.

“We do not put diapers on them at home, just normal panties and keep on changing as and when they get dirty. Too much diaper is not healthy, isn’t it?” “But here they are in diapers?” Kira continued. “Yes, miss,” the nanny nodded. “Sometimes only a few panties are needed, but sometimes, they can raise a pile of fifty,” she chuckled, “so, out of home, we prefer diapers. Don’t have time or people to wash the soiled clothes.” Kira nodded, understandably. As the nanny waited politely for Kira to ask any more questions, Jared’s eyes glowed and he growled loudly, making Kira and the nanny jump, and Jayden cry.

she said, making faces to amuse her little one. Jayden chuckled at the interaction, noticing how she placed a cloth over their son to cover his lower half. “What’s that?” “It’s a cloth diaper,” she explained as she finished changing him. “Your mother suggested alternating between these and plastic ones to avoid irritating his skin.” “Oh,” he murmured, watching her finish up. “Hehe, all clean now,” he said, moving closer to pick him up. “Watch him for a sec. I’m going to grab him some clean clothes…” Deborah stifled a yawn as she opened the wardrobe. “How about this one?” she asked, pulling out a pastel yellow shirt.

“Your baby, your diaper.” “You’re going to regret that policy,” I say, taking Rafe from her with raised brows, “in juuuuust about three and a half months, Cora.” “And for three and a half months, I will be diaper free!” she calls after me with a laugh as I carry my smelly baby over to his changing table in the bedroom.