Diaper Age Regression Novels & Stories

I smile and walk to him, my body straddling him. "Right, well as much as you want to fuck us, let's talk." I turn hearing Lucifer, and pout at him. "It's been six months little kitten. The boys already are assessed to be about four years old. We have noticed something though." He walks to me and holds out the papers. "What?" Hopefully, this is good news. "The amount they grew in the first month was far more than the last month. So their growth is slowing down. My guess is, that in three years they will be in their twenties and have stopped growing."

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.

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.

One side was higher than the other, and the fasteners were asymmetrical. “Hmm,” she said diplomatically. “Not bad for a first try. But it might need a little adjustment.” Kaelos frowned, staring at the crooked diaper. "How can it be crooked? I followed all the steps.“ ”Babies move,“ explained Dr. Helena. ”So you have to learn to work quickly and adjust. Let's try again.“ After five attempts—and five crooked diapers—Kaelos finally managed to put the diaper on correctly. He stared at his work with an almost childish look of satisfaction.

Dimitri's POV It had been two days since Violetta saved my mother and had her meltdown. She has become rather despondent since she woke up. My mother has stayed by her side whenever I had things to do. Like tonight. I had read through the book that Klause had given me, and Mum had given me the name of someone I could discuss it with further. After going online and reading the book, I have started to realise that there is indeed a possibility that it might help Violetta to deal with her regressions. I also think I can avoid the Diaper side of things. Mother believes that she returns to when she was taken away from us, when she was already fully potty trained.

It was a lesson in being humble. A soft chuckle came from behind him. Melody stood in the door. “Yeah, little boys are like wild firehoses. Next diaper change, I’ll show you how to avoid it. You go shower. I’ll finish here.” “This goes no further than here.” “Oh, not for a few years. I’ll be noting things like this so I can tell David all about his father and what he got up to.” Malcolm would have stood there laughing with her and wiping pee off his chest, but he needed a shower at four in the morning. “It’s all about sudden temperature changes. Warm diaper to cool air, and little boys pee. Cover him with the clean diaper before you remove the old one. Then if he pees, he pees into the clean

Rivera had cleared me at my two-week checkup. "Everything looks good," she'd said. "You're healing well. Any questions?" "When does the exhaustion end?" She'd laughed. "Around eighteen years." --- Sarah came over with Claire one morning, bearing coffee and sympathy. "It gets easier," she promised, watching me struggle with a particularly difficult diaper change. "When?" "Six weeks was the turning point for us. Claire started sleeping longer stretches. My hormones leveled out. I felt almost human again." "I'll hold you to that."

“Maybe we should just have her drink a lot today and then move on to poop inducers tomorrow or the day after.” “That's a much better idea. What if this doesn't work? Three days isn't much if you think about it.” “Then we'll try again some other time. You'll be fine finishing up on your own, right?” “Yeah. I've got it.” “Ok. Don't forget to add an extra bottle for her.” She went to change Natsumi out of her diaper and got her into nothing but a shirt. “Mama, you fowgot baby pants.”

"For the most part, diapers are all the same until they're mobile. How much does he weigh?" She digs around in her purse. "I have the hospital discharge papers right here!" She pulls them out and reads through them. "Okay. It says he's eleven pounds, thirteen ounces." "I would get size two. He's still a little small for them, but my sister always says she'd rather have them in diapers too big than have a stack they grew out of. Says it's like staring at a pile of money she's not allowed to spend." "Okay. Do you mind if I put my stuff in your cart?" she asks sheepishly. "I promise I'm not asking you to pay for my stuff. I was trying so hard to figure out this formula thing, I forgot to get on

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.