As fun as it is to humiliate and embarrass a regressed, infantilised girl sometimes she just needs a bit more positive reinforcement to help her along and to help her accept her new status. Tell her how cute she looks, compliment her adorable baby clothes, make sure to remind her how well she’s doing accepting being back in nappies and using them like a good girl. Consolidating that grown up approval of how well she’s doing and how proud of her you are for taking her regression so well it’s a must.
Showing care when dressing her, being extra gentle when changing her, always checking in to make sure she’s okay, making sure she always has a bottle, paci, stuffed animal, blanket or something else comforting and age appropriate at all times to cement her status and offer safety. Taking extra care at nap time / bedtime - tucking her in, reminding her how pretty she looks all tired and snuggled up. Play with her hair or read to her until she falls asleep. (Making sure feels safe and loved in her vulnerable state.)
Plenty of head pats and cuddles helps her accept this is where she has always meant to be and know this was the right decision. Holding the back of her nappy while cuddling is another great reminder that this is how she was always meant to be, you accept her for this, you love her unconditionally for being the truest form of herself, she trusts you in return and you will always be here to support and nurture that regression.
⋅Practicing your colors
⋅Learning your ABC's
⋅Practicing coloring in the lines
⋅Finger painting
⋅Playing with side walk chalk
⋅Stumbling through the house
⋅Watching more complex cartoons
⋅Getting more solid foods
⋅Playing in the sandbox
⋅Playing with blocks
⋅Being read to
⋅Being pushed on the swing
⋅Being taken on walks
⋅Bringing your favorite plushie everywhere you go
⋅ Naps on long car rides
The sound of little socked feet pitter-pattering down the hallway tickled your ears and you couldn’t help but grin.
This was practically routine for her.
Ever since you two had started this dynamic, she was generally open-minded to all of the changes in her life: the diapers, highchairs, binkies, and bottles. But, there was one thing she struggled with.
Bedtime.
Her bedtime was 8:00 p.m. sharp, sometimes earlier if she missed her nap. You wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between her and an actual toddler upset about going to sleep before the sun was even down.
Eventually, she settled in with her early bedtime, finding herself getting sleepy earlier and earlier. You check your watch, ten-fifteen. You sigh, you suppose you should feel lucky, she normally never lasts this long.
You can see her messy little bedhead peeking out from behind the wall from the corner of your eye, trying your hardest not to blow your cover and let her know you see her.
She finally steps out from her hiding spot and into full view. You finally turn and allow yourself to take in the situation you're in. Her nini diaper is considerably soggier than when you put her down for bed, drooping low between her legs, her wetness indicator a bright blue, stars long gone.
Clutched in her right arm was her trusty unicorn, oatmeal, and her other hand was shyly fidgeting with her duckie sleep shirt. Wet little suckles of her Binkie sound off rhythmically throughout the room, that and the low tone of the television all that could be heard in the otherwise silent room.
“What are you doing awake little one?”
You ask, outstretching your arms to her. She toddles her way into them without hesitation. You engulf her in a hug as she settles her little bedhead on your chest.
The smell of baby powder and tinkle fills your nose and you chuckle.
“I can’t sleep,”
She whispers into your chest, her words lisped slightly due to her Binkie. You sigh, rolling your eyes a bit, you’re tired but you nonetheless stand up, bringing your little one up with you in your arms. Her diaper squished into your side and you cringe—no wonder she’s awake.
She’s in desperate need of a diaper change.
You make your way to her nursery as she squirms and whines in your arms, shaking her head no. Little whines in protest fill your ears.
It’s way too late for a tantrum.
“Sh sh sh,”
You soothe. “Daddy is just bringing you to get you in a fresh diaper, doesn’t that sound nice? Being all cozy and clean?” You try to reason with your over-tired, overgrown, toddler. After a moment of thought, she gingerly nods.
Tantrum averted, thank the world.
You open the door to the nursery, the nightlight lighting up the room subtly, you flick on the overhead light and make your way to the changing table, laying your little one down. She blushed, this was another thing she wasn’t quite used to.
You can’t help but smile as she looks anywhere but you, hugging her unicorn tightly to her chest. The telltale hissing came from her diaper as she nervously peed herself in front of you.
“Uh oh, is my little girl going potty for Daddy? I think she is! Oh yes she is!”
You can’t help but tease her as you tickle the exposed part of her tummy. She wiggles and squirms beneath you, giggling sleepily as she rubs one of her tired little eyes.
“Dadddddy”
She whines, her Binkie falling from her mouth. You promptly back off, not wanting to rile up the little one right before you put her back down for bed. You gather the supplies from under the changing table, grabbing one of her extra thick night diapers, not wanting to do this whole diaper change thing again until morning.
You swiftly untape her well-loved diaper that’s snuggly fastened to her hips, earning a little whine from her but no further protest. After warming up the wipes in your hands you promptly wipe your little girls out of use big girl parts clean of any mess she may have made in her sleep.
Before she knew it, you had her little legs lifted in the air as you were sliding a new, thicker diaper under her tush, praying this one would last this time. As you're taping this one up on her hips you know it’s time to tuck her back in.
“Okay, baby, back to bed with you.” You say as you lift your little one off the table.
She moans in protest. “But daddy! M no seepy!” She says defiantly, huffing a bit as her little feet land on the plush carpet. As tired as you are, you can’t help but entertain her.
“Oh, you're not? Then what do you suppose we do, little one?”
Her eyes light up at your inquiry. She jumps up and down, clapping excitedly. “Oh oh oh! I know, daddy!” She shouts,
“We could build a fort, Daddy!”
How could you say no to her?
Thirty minutes later, your little one's room had basically thrown up on your bed.
After she begged and pleaded with you, you agreed to let her sleep with you for the rest of the night after making your fort. Co-sleeping wasn’t something you typically allowed—she tended to get a little too big for her britches whenever she slept with you for too many nights in a row.
But tonight was a rare late-night exception.
Purple and pink blankets were draped around your bed frame, making the perfect canopy for you and your little one. Fairy lights danced through the inside, and of course, all of her stuffies were invited.
But your personal favorite stuffie, was the one with the bed head, passed out in the middle of the bed, thumb in her mouth, with stars missing from her diaper.
I want to run her a bath and fill it with pretty bubbles and comforting scents. I’ll do everything from washing her body and her hair in the gentlest way, to massaging her body to help ease any aches. I’ll press soft kisses to her skin so she knows she’s loved beyond words, I’ll keep going until I catch sight of the prettiest dimples peeking through and hear those adorable little giggles that make my heart feel oh so full
Then I’ll wrap her in a towel and dry her hair with the utmost care. I’ll create a blanket fort, surrounding her with warmth and her cute plushie friends. A cozy little corner just for my little lion. We’ll watch cartoons, shows, movies, anything she wants. I’ll even make her a warm cup of hot chocolate and grab her some yummy snacks too. I’ll cuddle her all night, adoring her till we fall asleep as the first colors of sunrise start to spill into the room.
And throughout it all, I’ll coo sweet words of praise and encouragement: Mommy’s here pretty girl, I’m so proud of you. Mommy loves you so very much babygirl. You’re always safe with me… 🤍
They asking for things, blushing red as they look away bringing their hands up to cover their face as they let out a small embarrassed whine. Their dom just cooing at them and encouraging them to use their words while taking their hands away from their face🫠
Nothing makes a girl melt into subspace quicker than a warm wet accident in the front of her nappy while being softy bounced on an adults knee, slowly sucking her paci, clutching her stuffy with her arms while the grown up safely holds her, rubbing the front of her nappy reminding her what a good girl she is an a gentle hushed tone. It just seemed to make the world feel right.
Dressing her up in the cutest most adorable / age appropriate innocent (baby) style outfits is such an underrated experience. Yeh I get it - it’s cool and adorable to see a pretty girl waddling around in an oversized nappy however if you can dress her to match her little age on top you can make some pretty heart melting adorable results. For instance:
Getting her dressed up in a bright, frilly baby princess dress that’s just not long enough to cover what’s underneath. Great for subtle embarrassment and also let’s you know when she’s in need of a change. Unable to hide that droopy soggy mess in her pants. Paired that with tights or stockings to hold everything in place is an absolute win.
Shortalls and knee high socks have the same sort of effect! Looks cute, innocent and can be girly in the right capacity - still very easily to see the outline of something very thick underneath - knowing that when she goes and makes a mess she will be unable to hide it at all from anyone who glances in her general direction.
Soft onesies; further decked out with pacifier clips, chew toys (attached) and a bib around her neck for ultimate baby style embarrassment for days when you really want to throw her in the deep end.
If she’s been extremely good, you can give her the appeased of being a “bigger girl” in just any shirt and pull ups for but forcing her to walk around with a stuffy under one arm at all times to make sure she’s still blushing all the way! (Personally not really my thing as all girls need very thick nappy’s and babyish clothing at all times! However I know some of these people reading this post have older little ages and want to include everyone.)
If she can’t be as cute, colorful and / or embarrassed as the soft gentle regressed world you sink and keep her submerged in your missing out on a great humiliation tool that brings you closer and makes the dynamic feel more real for you both.
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