Age Regression Into Diapers Novels & Stories

I asked, talking to her in a soft, soothing voice as I picked her up, placed her on the changing table, then expertly went about changing her diaper like a trained professional. The first couple of months had been a bit of a nightmare. I had nearly resorted to duct tape to keep the things on, wondering who in their right mind designed a diaper with a skinny little tab to hold the thing on what I considered a squirming, jiggly pile of gelatin. With a lot of practice, I managed to figure it out.

That was war. He grabbed his phone from the side table and typed: How to change a diaper for a newborn. The YouTube video popped up instantly. He balanced the phone against the tray of medical supplies and pressed play. The video started with a cheerful voice, “Hi moms and dads! Today I’m going to show you how to change a newborn’s diaper in five easy steps!” “Five? Just five?” Zayden muttered skeptically. “I’ve changed the fates of governments in fewer steps…”

The twenty-two-year-old Mason stuffed his hand in his pockets nonchalantly and nodded. Then, he saw the period diaper the cashier was talking about and frowned involuntarily, “Why does it look the same as a baby diaper?” The other cashier kept promoting the stuff to him. “It’ll keep her bed clean, no matter how she rolls in her sleep. She’s gonna want to use it again in the future. Guaranteed!” Then, he pondered for a while. Perhaps the cashier was right. It could be a good choice for the crybaby waiting for him outside. However, he kept his cool, distant demeanor and didn’t keep the conversation going.

He tilted his head like he was thinking of something amusing though I didn’t have time to ask since I was worried that baby Zeke was going to cry some more and I was going to start to panic. But he didn’t, the little man stayed cool as a cucumber. He was sweet when he calmed down as I changed his dirty diaper. Yeah, I took a quick YouTube tutorial on diaper duty when Zal was busy making a fortress out of the pile of cushions and blankets. I didn’t like the way baby Zeke felt so light in my arms, even I didn’t have to be a parent to know that the baby was underweight and most probably underdeveloped for his age.

"We're strong, sis. We'll get through this too." As they stood side by side, gazing at the photos, a nostalgic air filled the room. Evangeline's gaze lingered on a particular photo of their mother, her smile wistful. Then, with a soft sigh, she turned to Jeremy, a playful glint in her eyes. "Hey, remember when Mom got sick and I had to change your diapers, little bro?" She chuckled, nudging Jeremy playfully. "You were a handful, but we managed just fine. Mom would be proud of us." Evangeline chuckled, shaking her head as she recalled the memory. "Yeah, and you were already five years old! You could've won a Guinness World Record for the oldest kid in diapers."

I say and I grab Baelor first. I take him to the changing table and lay him down, I take of his onesie first and put it in the laundry basket and next I use a wet cloth to wipe down his tummy so he can pee if he wants to, I give him a few minutes and then I take off his diaper and throw it in the diaper genie, I wipe him off with wipes and throw that in the genie too, I put on some fresh clean diapers and a new set of onesies and since it evening and it's starting to get cold I opt for the one that covers his feet.

Julia braided my hair, in the end, to keep it out of my face, we asked if she had any makeup, yes we were just playing but pink really suits Augie and he didn't mind. Hazel did, she said we're ruining her innocent little and took him away for changing, daddy said it's time to get ready for bed too. He changed my daily pull-up to nighttime diaper, this is our new routine, sometimes I'll wet them others I won't depend on the day.

On my other side, Cathy was flipping through a parenting magazine, occasionally making alarmed noises. "Did you know babies can go through up to 12 diapers a day?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "That's like, what, 4,380 diapers a year? You guys are going to need a diaper room, not just a changing table." Taylor, who had been quietly working on his tablet, looked up with a frown. "Actually, it would be 4,380 diapers in 365 days, assuming the maximum of 12 diapers per day. However, the average is closer to 8 diapers a day for newborns, decreasing as they get older. So a more accurate estimate for the first year would be—"

Jace adds he was frustrated but also happy he managed to get here. "I'm glad for Mollis, but how's Emily's regressing?" David asks, they have asked him to help regress her a bit more. "We started with diapers," Callina says, it's a big move to get her to use them, but she didn't know where to go next. "That's great, next use more babies items, soft toys, pacifiers all the time, maybe try to include her in Mollis games," David suggested. "Okay," Jace says for the trio, they had more of a small chat before leaving the counsellor office with both girls, they got them in the car with Theo driving and Jace sitting in the back with the girls.

His account was set up to alert him every time his card was used so it wasn't like she could just skip out by using it. She sighed and laid Christian on the changing table. He actually did need a diaper, so at least that hadn't been a lie. Christian laughed as she wiped him clean. He could always make her feel better. She smiled at him. He was almost three now. Time to start trying to potty train. She used the bathroom and washed her hands.