Diaper Regression Stories Novels & Stories

"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

“It’s fear of the diaper marathon he saves for the middle of the night. This kid’s got talent. Potent, rapid-fire poop, right, little man?” “Lucian!” I brought a hand to my mouth, laughing between shock and amusement. “Don’t talk about my baby like that!” “Sorry, Lauren…” He raised his hands in surrender but kept the mocking expression. “But Uncle Lucian here doesn’t lie. The art this little guy produces is professional-level.” “Sorry, but Uncle’s got a point,” Theo chimed in between laughs, his face red from giggling so much. “One time, Noah’s diaper exploded all the way up his back. I saw it—it was a war zone.”

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.

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.

he apologized lowly. “No apology needed. It happens. But I will say that you need to stop fighting me and your father about wearing the nighttime pull-ups.” “Pull-ups are for babies like Daisy and Nori!” “Pull-ups are for anyone who needs them. You know there are adult diapers, too, right?” “I’m not a baby. I’m not wearing it.” I rolled my eyes and poured some bubbles into the bathtub along with some toys. “I need you to stop taking them off in the middle of the night.”

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

*The little is expected to be a good little, no bratting allowed, (Occasional bratting or tantrums would be dealt with and are okay). I wasn't the worst person ever, I know littles sometimes go through phases and they like to have a tantrum or two, it's where punishment comes in handy. *Diaper and pull-ups. That's all the rule said, it's an open one since not all my littles would regress that young and would want to use ones, but it's an option nonetheless and they all could use it if they want to. "I Am Not Wearing A Diaper," she says between gritted teeth, shooting me with glares that were more of daggers than looks.

Before hanging up, I reminded Mom, "You have to let me know when the date's confirmed, okay?" She chuckled. "You've always loved being in the middle of things since you were young. Don't worry. I'll definitely tell you." … When I got home, Yasmin was in the middle of scolding the two maids who watched Daphne. Apparently, Daphne had wet her pants again that day—three times, no less. Not only were all three clean pairs of pants used up, but other kids had laughed at her for it. The maids, clearly feeling wronged, explained, "Mr. Grant, Ms. Beech, we've been as careful as we can, but Ms. Daphne doesn't like wearing diapers. She says they make her bottom itch."

We all had great time expecially Rey ,I could see it he was laughing hard while my Dad was making the Jokes . "I could remember when Isabella was 3 months old her mom went out to get some stuff, while Isabella pooped in her diaper ,I didn't know she was the one,until I felt her butt ,I removed her diapers and the smell became Strong. I felt like dying instantly not until she pooped again this time around it was on my shirts I screamed and almost dropped her on the floor ,that day was so rough that I decided no to ever baby sit a baby again"

Harriet was still sleeping peacefully with the front sling strap, while on each side of my hand was Harriet's bag and mine. I reduced my steps before stopping as the pain in my leg became more and more bothersome. Oh no, it turns out my scuffed bone (again). My consideration to buy new heels is always defeated by my mind who prefers 3 packs of Harriet diapers to get free 1. That's a crucial thing that you can only understand if you already have a child and (of course) limited money.