A while ago, I read an ABDL story where a boy had been regressed to infancy. At a gathering organized by his mother, she had invited several relatives, friends, and his ex-girlfriend to meet his new phase. The moment to change his diaper arrived. After the awkward moment, his best friend approached and said something like, 'Now that you'll be in daycare with your own kind, it's my time to take care of your girlfriend.' This blew my mind, and ever since then, my mind has wanted to write a continuation.
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Everything was happening so fast. It hadn't even been three hours and already all my friends and family had seen me in this ridiculous, tight sailor suit that only pushed the diaper up. "If it's this tight now when it's dry, I don't want to think about what it'll be like when I can't hold it anymore," I thought to myself.
My house is small, there are people everywhere, and I need to go to the bathroom. No matter how hard I try to distract myself with some stupid toy, the fact that everyone is constantly touching my belly, or my lower back, or my diaper doesn't help my concentration. I feel like I can't hold it any longer.
How envious I am of everyone who's going to the bathroom, doing their business behind closed doors and with the privacy they deserve; meanwhile, here I am, in the living room of my house, squatting and peeing in my diaper while trying to make sure no one notices:
"How are you, Dani? Are you playing with your little train?" my now ex-girlfriend asked. I don't blame her; I wouldn't want to be with an adult who has to wear diapers all the time and whose room now has a crib and toys approved for ages 0 to 3.
"I am - I wanted to say yes, but the pacifier made it sound like a baby."
"Aawww, you sound so cute like that. I hope you like it. I didn't know what to get you, but I remembered that they gave my little brother one similar to this last year," she said condescendingly, looking at me with her beautiful eyes.
"What's wrong? Why is your face red?" she asked with some concern. "Did you have an accident in your diaper?" she said as she stopped her hand from approaching my diaper. "Sorry, it's just a habit from when my brother had something similar happen to him. Let me go get your mom to take care of this situation."
It hadn't been two minutes and there was already a circle around me, even my mom had to make her way through my friends to get to me. With ease, she unbuttoned the four buttons on the crotch of my suit and in front of everyone, she exposed the state of my diaper.
"Julia, dear, would you be so kind as to go to Dani's room and bring me three different diapers? Oh, and also 3 little pieces of paper, and the pen that's next to his crib, it's for a new activity, it makes his diaper change more fun."
"I'll accompany you, my love," my best friend Javier said, standing up from the couch and taking Lucy's hand.
"What does the activity consist of?" asked an uncle.
"It's very simple, on each piece of paper, I'm going to add an activity that Dani and I can do during this week, it can be anything from having a play date with other ABDLs, taking him for a stroll in his stroller at the mall, or just staying home and watching movies. The interesting thing here is that each piece of paper will be hidden in a diaper, Dani will be able to choose which diaper I'm going to put on him and, therefore, what activity we're going to do."
That's when I see my aunt Julia arrive with the three most infantile diapers she could find. One pink with princesses and unicorns, one with jungle animals all over, and another one with a crocodile waving with the letters ABC. As if my day wasn't humiliating enough, now my family is going to know that I don't just use the white diapers sold at any pharmacy.
My mom took the three diapers, the pieces of paper, and the pen and said, "Thank you so much, you're the best," and started writing on the pieces of paper in silence. We all wondered what she had written, would they be the examples she mentioned, or would they be more humiliating things? Then we see her put a piece of paper inside each diaper and put them in front of me, by then I was already sitting on my wet and cold diaper, a very uncomfortable feeling. I started to feel like all eyes were on me, like everyone wanted me to pick one to see what activity Mom and I were going to do these days.
More than a minute had passed, I felt everyone's eyes on me and still didn't know which diaper to choose, so just to get out of this situation, I leaned to the right with the intention of grabbing the diaper with the jungle animals. "If you grab the one with princesses, I'll let you snack on your bottle in my lap," Lucy broke the tension in the room. Of course, I didn't want anyone to see me in a pink diaper, it's humiliating enough that they see me in this condition, but being close to Lucy again in her lap playing affectionately with my hair was an opportunity I couldn't miss, so I leaned to the left and grabbed the diaper.
"Very good, baby, you're very smart," my mom said. "Now let's see what activities the other diapers had," and while half-opening the central diaper, she took out the white piece of paper that said, "Find a new daddy." "That one was more for you, little sister, than for my nephew," said an uncle thinking out loud before taking a sip of his beer.
"Now, what was in the other diaper?" Mom continued, taking out the piece of paper from the second diaper. "One month of Baby Yoga classes," what a pity, a little exercise wouldn't hurt you at all," I sighed nervously.
"And now, the moment of truth, and honestly the one I was hoping you would choose," then she asked me to pass her the piece of paper that said: "Go to the ABDL daycare around the corner to ask for information." Everyone started applauding, everyone except me. What do you mean there's a place like that? What do you mean there's a daycare and they're going to enroll me in it?
"Very well, baby, grab your diaper with both hands and let's go to your room," she said while helping me to stand up. And as I was standing on two feet, walking to my room with my hands occupied, showing my family the one that would be my next seat, I couldn't help but think about the daycare I was going to go to tomorrow.
Mom entered my room first to turn on the light and clear the space for my change. I noticed that Lucy and Javier had also followed us; I think they were curious to see how their ex-partner and best friend now lived. Mom gave two little pats on the mattress, and I started climbing to settle in. As I lifted the first knee, I felt Javier's hand on the back of my diaper, just on the side of my right butt, giving me a little push wanting to help me and also feeling regretful of having done it since the sensation was not what he expected, that feeling of a moldable solid accompanied by sound. Fortunately for him, he only had to feel it once and for less than 2 seconds, I must feel it several times a day and sometimes for hours.
"Thank you," I managed to say through my pacifier as I lay on my back. "Let's take off your little
trouser suit to make the change easier," my mom said. As she began to lift parts of my body to make it easier to take off the suit with the childish print. In the blink of an eye, I was completely naked except for my diaper, but we knew that wouldn't be for long. I also noticed Javier exploring my room, looking at the crib, all my stuffed animals, the wide variety of clothes, the variety of diapers I had, the pastel colors on the walls, and whenever he could, he approached Lucy to hold her hand.
With one hand, Mom applied a little pressure to the front of my diaper, and with the other, she began to unfasten the tapes. Now that there was nothing holding my diaper, she opened it like a book, exposing my genitals and the yellow accident I had had. I noticed Justin made a sound of discomfort seeing my little member trapped in a small metal box. I also noticed Lucy's eyes fill with tenderness, as if she were seeing a little helpless child. I think that's what hurt a little more, that she no longer saw me as an adult or as her ex-partner, but saw me as a helpless, vulnerable child, being changed by his mother.
Mom took the wet wipes from the shelf above and immediately began to clean my entire diaper area. She asked me to lift my hips a little so she could remove the dirty diaper. She started folding it asymmetrically and handed it to me to play with. I remembered how light it was when I put it on this morning: it was so light and now it was heavy and moldable... it had doubled in size and that was just pee, if it had been both I think it would have tripled its weight. While I was thinking all that, Mom put the pink diaper with princesses under me and took advantage of the fact that I was still with my hips up to put powder on the diaper, my little butt and all the front of my diaper area. What could Lucy be thinking and feeling? She seemed amazed to see this situation with such different textures, colors, and smells.
trouser suit to make the change easier," my mom said. As she began to lift parts of my body to make it easier to take off the suit with the childish print. In the blink of an eye, I was completely naked except for my diaper, but we knew that wouldn't be for long. I also noticed Javier exploring my room, looking at the crib, all my stuffed animals, the wide variety of clothes, the variety of diapers I had, the pastel colors on the walls, and whenever he could, he approached Lucy to hold her hand.
With one hand, Mom applied a little pressure to the front of my diaper, and with the other, she began to unfasten the tapes. Now that there was nothing holding my diaper, she opened it like a book, exposing my genitals and the yellow accident I had had. I noticed Justin made a sound of discomfort seeing my little member trapped in a small metal box. I also noticed Lucy's eyes fill with tenderness, as if she were seeing a little helpless child. I think that's what hurt a little more, that she no longer saw me as an adult or as her ex-partner, but saw me as a helpless, vulnerable child, being changed by his mother.
Mom took the wet wipes from the shelf above and immediately began to clean my entire diaper area. She asked me to lift my hips a little so she could remove the dirty diaper. She started folding it asymmetrically and handed it to me to play with. I remembered how light it was when I put it on this morning: it was so light and now it was heavy and moldable... it had doubled in size and that was just pee, if it had been both I think it would have tripled its weight. While I was thinking all that, Mom put the pink diaper with princesses under me and took advantage of the fact that I was still with my hips up to put powder on the diaper, my little butt and all the front of my diaper area. What could Lucy be thinking and feeling? She seemed amazed to see this situation with such different textures, colors, and smells.
Mom, with her hands under my hips, proceeded to cover my caged private parts with the diaper, doing the reverse of what she did moments ago. With one hand, she held the front part and with the other, she began to adjust the tapes, ensuring they were securely fastened for my maximum comfort and flexibility without fear of them coming loose.
"Now, baby, since you have the diaper we just removed, let's say your mantra," my mom said as she turned to my wardrobe to choose a onesie. And with all the embarrassment in the world, I started saying while staring fixedly at the diaper in my hands: "Thank you to my diaper for hugging me all this time, for catching my accidents, and for making me feel safe. I could sleep, I could play, I could be myself." And with this, Mom took the dirty diaper, set it aside, and began to dress me in a onesie with little cars prints.
She kissed me on the forehead and began to say, "Lucy dear, will you come with me to throw this diaper outside? Normally he would do it, but I want him to keep playing in the living room with his uncles." And as they left the room, she asked Javier to help me get down to go to the living room with everyone.
As he helped me sit down, he looked at me, contemplating his friend's new look, but also eager to tell me something, eager to tell me about his new relationship with Lucy.
"Hey Dani, I don't know what you did to end up reduced to this, but… Thank you! " - What? What does he mean by those thanks? I thought he was going to say something like it was unfair or something to support me.
"But since you changed beer for baby bottles and boxers for diapers, Lucy and I started to connect more, so much so that we're already dating and we're figuring out how to take the next step if you know what I mean," a tear started to fall, I was hearing too much.
"Oh! Don't cry, friend, unless they're tears of joy," he continued and began to look for a stuffed animal to give me. "Now, while you're at daycare playing and dancing, Lucy and I will be traveling or exploring new places, but I promise we'll visit you, and if your mom lets us, we'll take you to the park or the movies or wherever you want to go. We'll take good care of you, you'll see." And with that, he took my hand for me to get down, gave me a pat on the back of my diaper to start walking to the living room.
With trembling steps, I left the room, feeling the expectant gaze of my relatives on me. Each step resonated with the echo of their 'awws' and praises. As I entered the living room, a mix of emotions fluttered in my chest: gratitude for Javier and Lucy's promise of care, but also a knot of sadness as I faced my new reality. I knew that from now on, my life would take a different course, one marked by diapers and daycare, but also by the hope of affection and companionship, albeit in unexpected ways.
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