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."

"We got to change you first." He opened up the heavy overnight diaper. "Dude, that's a lot of pee. How many beers did you have last night?" The baby squeaked and squealed as if trying to answer his dad's question. Then he giggled. At his youngest son, he gave a big hug and hoped that one day he would have many more babies with Safira.

Before I knew it, the timer had gone off, and Aunt Carla was demanding that everyone put their pens down. My dad and Uncle Avan were tied with twenty-three items. How they even thought of so many to begin with was beyond me. Aunt Carla made them read them aloud to make sure that each item was indeed for babies. My dad went first, and then Uncle Avan. When he got to the suppository, Dad told him that they weren’t used for just babies. Therefore, he’d lost. Uncle Avan argued that if that was the case, then diapers weren’t used for just babies either. I think he realized too late that he’d stuck his foot in his mouth because he ended up losing anyway. Aunt Carla made them both take diapers off

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 suggests but I shook my head no, I'm not gonna wear diapers. "Words, why not?" he asks me. "I'm too big for diapers," I whisper the last word, I'm too big for that. "Maybe pull-ups then? They are for big girls, and if accidents happen, you'll be safe," he assures me, I didn't want them, but I was scared of having another accident. "I don't know," I say sniffling, I'm not going to say yes or no. "Yes, we're gonna try this, and then we'll head to class, we need to show snuggles and giggles to Sir Nicholas don't we?" he says reminding me of our joined class.

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.