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Treats for Nina (Part 2)

“Well, well. What have we here, dearie?”

Mrs. Connors ambled gently into the room. Of course she wasn’t the type to break and enter. But she’d had enough experience with the locals to know that they didn’t often bother locking doors behind them - certainly not in this small town. So after all the trick-or-treating had finished, she’d made her way the house where she knew Nina was about to experience one hell of a night.

And sure enough: there the girl was, just as she’d expected, her senses clearly addled by the candy she’s clearly been consuming in no small quantities.

“You know, they say you shouldn’t take candy from strangers, dear heart,” Mrs. Connors chortled, bending closer to examine the young girl splayed limply out on the rug before her. “But I’m not a stranger, of course. You know, I’ve known you since- well, since you were in diapers, dearie.” She chuckled and gestured down at the thick padding swelling between Nina’s legs. “Though it appears that we’re actually still in them, aren’t we?”

Nina’s eyes, already glazed over with the effects of the potent substances within, stared blankly back as her lips formed the inarticulate response to a question no one had asked. “Uh-huh. Yummy,” she burbled, her sticky lips dribbling around the sucker in her hand. “Me… wike…”

Mrs. Connor beamed. “Oh, of course you like it, honey! This special sort of candy is just the thing for a sweet little baby girl like you, you know.” She gestured down to the girl’s clearly used diaper. “You’re not exactly sneaky with those pampers of yours, dearie. Any mommy or grand-mommy knows a diaper waddle when they see it.” She shook her head in quiet amusement. “But I don’t mind, sweetie. I know that not everyone wants to grow up. And so… Well, I thought you might enjoy a little help.”

Nina blinked once, her chemical-soaked brain wandering dreamily as the candy’s mind-altering effects intensified. “You’re not going to remember any of this, baby,” Mrs. Connors murmured consolingly. “But I’ll tell you anyway. I’ve known about your little hobby for years, you see. I know what you want: to regress, to feel small and helpless and infantile. Unusual, I know - but understandable. And really,” she smiled merrily, “What better time to give my dear neighbor what she wants than now, on the most unusual night of the entire year?”

As the girl’s already soaked diaper warmed and visibly discolored with yet another “accident,” Mrs. Connors giggled. “Oh, dearie me! Such a wet little baby… Now, I know you’re going to love this, honey. So why don’t you finish up that sucker and pick something even yummier?” Her smile deepened as her voice sank to a quiet croon. “There’s so much more here for you to eat; so many more ways this candy will help you find your dreams…”

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Please don’t remove my caption! If you do, may your chocolates melt and the wrappers of your candy tear when you try to remove them.

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Kim hated potty training. First of all there was the hassle of stopping what she was doing just to relieve herself. Then there was the thought of sitting on that dirty potty other people had used. After years of trying, her parents finally gave up on potty training her. But Kim’s new boyfriend seemed determined to help her be a big girl and had her out of her crinkly white nappies and into childish pullups. Kim wasn’t allowed to cover her pullups at home, making it easy to see when she had the slightest accident, but that didn’t bother her, she felt cute. She felt especially cute as she felt pressure in her bowels before automatically pushing and filling her pink pullup. She knew her boyfriend would spank her and tell her off, but she didn’t know he secretly loved her helplessness. He stood watching her mess herself without her knowing. He knew it would take a while before she admitted to him she needed to be changed and loved seeing her sit down to watch her favourite show in her dirty diaper.

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I posted this set a while ago, but it got deleted. So let’s try again, this time in hopefully tumblr-bot-safe nipple-free-o-vision!

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Having had her faculties regressed to those of a toddler, poor Marie had to endure a great deal of humiliation at the hands of the former colleague whom she had relentlessly gossiped about over social media after learning the young woman had drunkenly wet herself on a night out.

"I can't believe Stephanie pissed herself. Only babies can't hold it until they get home." was the comment of Marie's, that a devastated Stephine had been alerted to and soon discovered Marie had told everyone in the friend group about it.

Well, now Marie is the one who can't hold it. She helplessly wets into her thick nappies all day and all night long as if she had never been potty trained. At least Stephanie is obliging enough to change her, but she also subjects to her to wearing silly cutsie baby clothes, pacifiers, bottle feedings, sponge baths, and nap times in an adult nursery.

Marie feels a her ruffled pink plastic pants being pulled back and started to feel her face flush hot. She knows that only 5 minutes ago she had felt her cheeks parting as a soft warm mess effortlessly oozed out her and filled the seat of nappy. She also knew that in 5 minutes Stephine would have snapped a picture and uploaded a status update informing all her friends that 'baby Marie' needed her nappy changed. Maybe she would even go as far as to invite someone over to help.

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Dr. Garnet was a leading psychologist who’s academic work had recently steamed into ‘Adult Regression’ techniques following the award of public funds.

Part of the tender for those funds involved routine demonstrations of her work and findings to a select review committee.

Dr. Garnet was feeling particularly pleased with herself as she invited the committee into a test room at the university which had been decorated as a nursery.

A young woman dressed in a yellow dress and matching diaper cover was sitting cross legged and cross armed. She did not seem pleased to see them.

“This is Summer.” The doctor announced, “she’s going to demonstrate a new regression tool we’ve been trialling.”

Dr. Garnet placed a large cube in front of the girl and began to explain the different functions.

“As you can tell we’ve based the design on educational tools for infants but the aim here is to cognitively regress the subject through audiovisual and tactile cues. Effectively we’re trying to get into the same mindset as when they played with such toys as adults.”

As Summer began to play with the educational toy she experienced the curious phenomenon of unlearning things. As she pushed the coloured knobs of a directional puzzle along a winding track, she forgot how to drive to work. As she tapped on the chiming bars of xylophone, she forgot what she had last been listening too on Spotify.

Obviously these changes were too subtle for the audience committee to recognise just from observation but then Dr. Garnet gave Summer a plastic doll which had been sitting in the crib and asked her to change its nappy.

Summer barely touched the dolls plastic pants before doubling over and clutching her abdomen. She let out a panicked sequel and blushed crimson as she began helpless wetting and messing herself in front of the committee.

Dr. Garnet smiled. “Thank you for your time ladies and gentlemen, you can read the full Kinesthetics analysis in my report. Excuse me for now, I have an upset little girl to change.”

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Sara was becoming well versed in changing her own nappies.

Whenever she noticed she was wet (she was wetting herself sometimes without even realising at this stage), that is to say her diaper was drooping, she would go find her diaper changing bag and lay things out on the floor.

Next she would take off her pants and usually her top as well since she was incontinent now and she feared she might accidentally pee down her back as she was lying on the floor part way through a diaper change, soaking her clothes.

She kept pacifers in her changing bag and one usually found it’s way habitually into her mouth during the change.

Sara looked forward to finding a reliable caregiver. Then she would only have to be concerned with using her diapers, leaving the changing up to someone else.

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Sometimes people are lucky enough or talented enough that they end up in adult life working in the industry which spawned something they had obessed over as a child. Some architects claim they simply never stopped playing with lego, some surgeons trained to control their shaky hand through countless games of operation, and some racing drivers once pushed plastic cars around a track in their living room making ‘vroom vrrroom’ noises.

Serena had been an avid collector of Hello Kitty. It wasn’t uncommon for mothers to dress their little girls in Hello Kitty clothes or send to school with a branded backpack and lunch box but Serena was exceptional because when the rest of her friends grew to an age that they’d decided Hello Kitty was too childish to be considered cool, she continued to purchase Hello Kitty branded stationary and clothing. Sometimes to the point of disaster, such as the time she’d desperately tried to squeeze into children’s clothing she had outgrown and ended up ripping a skirt she was trying on at the clothes store. She’d owned up and been made to pay for the damaged item by a sour store manager. Never the less Serena had never given up her obsession and worked her way through college to earn top marks and a degree in character design with the hope of attracting the attention of the Sanrio Company. She had even gone to the effort of learning to speak and write in Japanese in the slim chance that she would find work at the main animation studio.

Serena did not get offered a flight to Japan but she did earn herself a provisional placement year at the local offices for Sanrio in her home city.

It didn’t pay great and her duties were as menial as making tea for the art team she assisted but she was in a pace where everyday she got to work with Sanrio characters, helping to comment on and approve which designs/artworks would go from concept to full production as a sticker set or a hair clip or as whatever the current phone accessory craze was.

The team she assisted with largely worked with the 'Choco Cat’ character. Undoubtly an iconic character but it wasn’t the same as working with Hello Kitty herself. In the 6th month of her internship Serena was finally given the opportunity to switch over to the team she really wanted to work with and she jumped at the opportunity.

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“Product testing? I thought you needed a character designer.” Serena asked as she read through the job description form set out on the table before her. Across the table was her new manager and a member of the human resources team. Serena didn’t want to seem ungrateful but her confused expression as she continued to read the document made apprehension clear.

“Yes that’s right Serena. We think someone qualified as a character designer is perfectly suited to this role. As you know character design is the most significant factor of the Sanrio brand, so we’d be looking for feedback on whether or not we’ve got the design looking fabulous on the products you’ll be wearing, aswell as letting us know how you find the absorbancy.” the manager at toned reassuringly but last remake left nervous Serena chewing on an awkward pause for a moment. The job description was explicit but she still found it humiliating to verify the fact of her new role.

“You want me to test baby products?“

"Yes. Unfortunately babys can’t give us feedback themselves but don’t worry, the prototype products we’ve made are exactly the same as the real items we hope to market, just scaled up to fit you.

`including diapers?!` Serena thought to herself. They surely didn’t need to take the product testing to that extreme? Although the suggestion of testing 'absorbancy’ hinted otherwise. Serena tried to make a value judgement. Was humiliation worth the chance to be a part of how Hello Kitty merchandise made it to the shelves?

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These are the are reference photos for the marketing team working on the hello kitty baby merchandise for the next quarter. They are pinned up in the design office referece board whilst graphic designers and product designers swipe styluses across graphic tablets, touching up the design proposals before release to the factories. Serena herself doesn’t get to see this part of the process. She spends her working hours in the 'nursery’. She thinks of it as a sort of 'set’ to help her ennact the fantasy of being a baby but everyone else just thinks of it as a literal nursery. Everything is functional after all. The adult sized diapers stacked under the changing table are real. The Hello Kitty curtains open to veiw over the office plaza were people eating lunch might happen to glance up and see Serena playing with her branded plushie toys. The cute pink dress Serena wears which partially reveals her breasts is obviously designed for an actual little girl, not an woman, sometimes Serena’s outfit for the day might be only diaper cover, in which case she has to go bare breasted.

Obviously it’s been a big investment making baby clothes to fit Serena, as well as employing a professional Nanny to make sure she’s treated as an infant for the purpose of simulating the real conditions the products are tested for. It’s worth it though as Serena has really put herself into her new role. In fact she’s even starting taking her work home with her, a recent spat of waking up to wet sheets means she’s been borrowing some items from the nursery.

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"Stop! Stop!“ Beck wailed as Mommy Veronica's hand swiftly swatted her thickly padded behind. Needless to say, as she pounded her hands against the nursery blanket and kicked he legs in the air, that Beck was not acclimatising to her new status as an adult baby.

It was throughly humilating to be stripped out her adult clothes and dressed in a frilly pink top by a woman who couldn't have been that much older than her.

It was awkward having to lay on a changing matt with creams and powder being rubbed between her thighs as she was diapered for the first time since she had finished potty training.

It was devastating that Mommy Veronica was clear on Becky being expected to use her diaper for its intended purpose when the time came.

That was why a bottle of formula was being proffered at the unwilling adult baby girl. Mommy Veronica and been routinely poking a finger under the leg guard of Becky's diaper, or pulling back to top to peer into the seat, and found that Becy hadn't wet or messed herself yet. Thus she had made it known to Becky that she'd prepared the bottle of formula for her and laced it with drugs which would force her to start using her diaper like a good little girl.

Becky may not want to wet herself like a baby but you have to admit, dressed as she is and throwing a temper tantrum, she certainly looks like one.

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Created by Rocket Manatee, obtained from Tumblr. Caption made by me. Think you can download the original picture from Cushypen if desired as well for free.

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