The crib was cozy, the sheets soft and adorned with pink polka dots. Lolette and Anna, both new students at RegressionSchool, had been assigned as crib mates for their first night. They lay side by side, dressed only in their t-shirts and thick, crinkly diapers, pacifiers bobbing gently in their mouths. The room was dimly lit, the glow of a nightlight casting a warm hue over the stuffed animals scattered around them.
Lolette noticed Anna shifting uncomfortably, her hand drifting toward her crotch. She couldn’t help but giggle, her curiosity getting the better of her. Leaning over, she pressed her palm gently against Anna’s diaper, feeling the warmth and dampness seeping through the padding. Anna’s face turned a shade of pink, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let out a soft, embarrassed giggle.
"I... I didn’t pee myself on purpose," Anna mumbled around her pacifier, her voice barely audible.
Lolette’s eyes widened in surprise as she realized her own diaper was just as wet. She wiggled her hips, feeling the soggy bulk between her legs. A mischievous grin spread across her face. "Looks like we’re both soggy girls now," she teased, her fingers exploring the wet padding of her own diaper.
Anna, emboldened by Lolette’s playful tone, reached over and pressed her hand against Lolette’s diaper. "No, you’re the soggiest one," she shot back, giggling as Lolette squirmed.
The two girls dissolved into a fit of giggles, their hands still pressed against each other’s damp diapers. The warmth and weight between their legs felt strange, but somehow comforting, like a secret they now shared.
Lolette rolled onto her back, her pacifier bobbing as she spoke. "I can’t believe we’re already so good at using our diapers," she whispered, her voice thick with amusement. "But I wonder... do you think we can still hold our poopies?"
Anna’s eyes widened at the thought, her fingers tracing the wetness indicator on her diaper. "I don’t know," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "What if RegressionSchool teaches us to forget that too?"
Lolette wiggled her hips, the crinkle of her diaper filling the quiet room. "Maybe by the end of the week, we won’t even remember how to read," she mused, grinning. "Or how to drink from a cup without spilling!"
Anna giggled, sucking on her pacifier for a moment before pulling it out with a soft pop. "Or how to tie our shoes," she added, her voice dreamy. "What if we unlearn how to do anything grown-up?"
The thought sent them both into another round of laughter, their diapers crinkling in unison. The idea of losing more and more skills, of becoming even more babyish with each passing day, filled them with a giddy excitement.
Lolette yawned, her eyelids growing heavy. "I can’t wait for tomorrow’s class," she murmured, her voice already drowsy. "Maybe we’ll forget how to use forks... or how to talk in full sentences."
Anna snuggled deeper into her polka-dot sheets, her own eyes fluttering shut. "Or how to walk," she whispered, her fingers curling around the edge of her diaper.
As sleep began to pull them under, their giggles faded into soft, contented sighs. The nightlight cast a gentle glow over their diapered forms, their pacifiers glinting as they drifted of, two little girls, excited for all the things they’d soon unlearn.
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