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Taken from Devianart
Fertility rates had been plummetting for decades. It wasn't only because people wanted fewer children, it was also because sperm quality had reached a critical low point. Children were still born here and there, but nothing approaching a global replacement rate. Fortunately, we'd fixed aging. Bodily and mental decline were things of the past which prevented society from collapsing.
Of course, in a society of only adults, having children became highly prized. To fix that issue, every year the people turning 21 were offered to go through state-sponsored regression. Using the same technology used to keep the rest of the population young and able, the minds of the volunteers were youthened to that of a two-year-old while keeping all their personality and memories intact.
Maggie had always wanted to be a princess ever since she'd been a little girl. Growing up, she didn't mind telling people that she wanted to be regressed once she turned 21. But then came beer and boys and various interests like painting and reading and psychology and suddenly getting regressed seemed a lot less interesting. By the time she turned 21, she was in a serious relationship. The boy in question was very open to her ABDL tendencies and babying her. They had talked at great lenghts about the possibility of Maggie being adopted by him. But, they agreed, they needed someone to be the mommy. Maggie was anxious about how enthusiastically her boyfriend seemed to search for a romantic partner that wasn't her and how quickly she came into the picture. She was a long-time friend of both of them and very soon the dynamic was put in place and an appointment for Maggie's regression was scheduled.
It was quick and painless, a few injections here and there that would only need upkeep every week until her situation became stable.
Losing her continence was wonderful, but slowly getting dumber felt a lot scarier. Thankfully, Mommy and Daddy were there to take care of her. They loved each other very much, but most of all, they loved her. Nothing can be scary when Mommy blows raspberries on your tummy! Getting picked up and carried everywhere, wearing pretty dresses and pink all the time, Maggie definitely felt like a princess.
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I see the way you are eyeing me up. You would love to join me in the this. Carefree playing with blocks and dollies. Diaper on display and free to wet whenever you need.
Come with me and we will get you sorted and you will fit right in.
"Daddyyyy!"
It was sunday morning and Natalie was running around in her PJ and nighttime diaper. On the weekends, Daddy knew his babygirl enjoyed sleeping in to recover from that very tough week she'd gone through. But, always the energetic little, Natalie sprang up from bed when she realized that Daddy wasn't there to be cuddled. She ran to the kitchen, where he was making pancakes.
"Daddyyyy!" she whined.
Suddenly, she stopped her whining and uncoordinated twirling. Her body was telling her she needed to go.
"Mm." she grunted cutely. Thankfully, the sound of the pancakes getting cooked covered the sound of her peepee flowing into the diaper and that little toot she let out. Natalie also happened to have terrific timing.
"Pancakes are ready!" Daddy said as he flipped them on a plate.
The woman squealed in delight and ran, saggy diaper and all, to the kitchen's table. She nearly jumped on the chair. As such, the mess in the back of her diaper mushed and spread. But she didn't care. A bib was tied around her neck and Daddy brought the stack of pancakes that he covered in real maple syrup and lovingly cut and fed to his girlfriend. Even though tomorrow she wouldn't look like a baby to her coworkers, she could be assured that Daddy would tape her up in one of those same thick babyish diapers for her to go potty in. And well, she's still a baby on the weekends.
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Josephine was at home and, feeling extra confident and sexy today, she decided to have a little photoshoot. Didn't know what it was, she just felt good. Was it just her or did her butt look great in those jeans? Looked a little puffy, actually...
"Oh, right, must be my diaper!"
She giggled and wiggled, knowing full-well her padded butt was the envy of all.
Turning around, she unzipped the front of her jeans to reveal a thick white diaper covered with stars and teddy bears. She thought it looked so cute, but since when did she wear such babyish diapers?
"Uhh, since forever, duh!" she said to herself. "That's a great outfit, but I think I look better in just a diaper."
"Oh my god, I look so cute. I'm gonna send these to Jake."
She typed away at her phone, sending the photos of her proudly diapered to the guy she started dating a couple of weeks ago. Even better, she would see him again tonight.
"Mmm. Maybe it's too much. I don't need him to cream himself before our date."
But she was giddy when she saw him text back almost immediately.
"???" he answered back. "Do you like wearing diapers?"
His answer confused her.
"Yeah, how did you not notice? I'm always diapered"
"No, you're not? I've never seen you in diapers and this is the first time you've talked about this. I need to get back to work, can we talk about this tonight?"
"Sure" she texted back, and shrugged. "That was really weird, how had Jake never noticed? Anyway, doubt he's going to mind. Hopefully, he'll change me tonight!"
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"Mommy" you said. "Don't you think we're here early?"
"They said to be here by two."
"And it's one?"
"Ok, fine we're a little early, but maybe we're not the first ones to arrive. Look how many cars there are."
The parking was far from full. A handful of cars were parked in the spots nearest to the high school's entrance. You guessed those cars must have be the reunion committee's. Who else could be there an hour early? Mommy and you got out of the car and walked towards the entrance. Mommy was wearing a black dress on the shorter side, a blazer and a deep red lipstick. Her heels clicked with every step and her purse swung in the wind of late spring. She looked so beautiful and put together, mature. A gorgeous woman that made you feel foolishly underdressed. As far as the outside world knew, you were wearing jeans and a very tight fitting baby blue t-shirt that you had tucked in your pants. In reality, this form fitting t-shirt was a onesie that was holding in place the damp diaper in your pants.
When you got in the school, a table with three women welcomed you. You recognized two of them, one you barely ever spoke to and the other you had a crush on in grade 11.
"Hi!" your former crush said. "What's your name?"
"Robbie." The other woman you recognized was going through a list with a yellow highlighter, trying to find your name. "Carlsen" you added. Finally, she saw her highlight while the third woman handed you a sticker and a pen for you to write your name.
"And you are?" asked your former crush to mommy.
"I'm his wife." she said as she turned her head to you with a smile and put her hand on your back. Her hand slid down to your butt where she gave a squeeze that crinkled.
"Ok! Spouses and partners are more than welcome, there's some people that are already there."
Mommy gave you a glanced with a cheeky smile.
"You can find them in the cafeteria, and otherwise, we've set up a classroom to act as a daycare for the little ones!" your former crush continued.
"We will certainly check out that daycare, thank you." your Mommy said.
She took your hand and walked quickly, leading you to the cafeteria. It was disappointingly empty. Two men were awkwardly standing next to each other and immediately looked your way when you entered their field of vision. Mommy, who must've looked particularly dreamy to them, walked directly towards them.
"Do you know where's the daycare?" she asked.
Sadly for you, the taller and more ruggedly handsome of the two men replied.
"Sure, it's right over there. I just dropped off my baby girl."
"Great! I'll be right back!" your Mommy said.
You arrived in a classroom where the floor was covered in rugs and fluffy blankets. A couple of toys were scattered and a few changing supplies were on the teacher's desk. Two people were in the room. Sitting behind the teacher's desk was a woman you didn't recognize. Meanwhile, playing in the corner in almost just a diaper, was another woman that you immediately recognized. You met Katie in your senior year and the two of you became fast friends and after a while you developped feelings for her. Nothing really came of it.
It was a hell of a trip to see this same girl diapered when there used to be a time where both of you seemed to be on the path to proper adulthood. As those complicated feelings came to the forefront of your mind, Mommy was unzipping you pants ready to show your old friend how much of a baby you had become yourself.
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“Don’t you think she looks like me? I mean, look, we have the same hair!”
As far as twenty-two-year-old Sasha was concerned, that her overalls failed to cover her diaper didn’t even register as a problem. No, she was much more concerned about what you thought of her dolly. You, twenty-two and just as overtly diapered as the girl in front of you. Because at this age, this is what hanging out with friends look like.
You compared noses and mouths, eyes and chins, and concluded that yes they looked very similar.
“But the outfits are different.” you said.
“Yeah, but, like, we can change that!” Sasha answered. “Anyway, come on!”
She abruptly stood up and skipped her way down the garden. There was a stone path down the stretch of the house that she liked to play on. She would stand on one leg and hop from stone to stone. Very often, she would need the wall to stay upright. You followed her down the path, doing the same. You were on the stone just behind. She had a hand on the wall, the other holding her dolly, her diaper peeking from below her overalls. The jean fabric and the plastic of the diaper would rustle at every jump. She stood on one leg so adorably that you felt those little butterflies in your stomach that meant that you wanted to hold her and kiss her very much. And, yeah, you couldn’t keep yourself from looking at her butt as she was just ahead of you. That sight made you feel the impulse to lunge forward and tap the padding, but you didn’t, because you weren’t sure if she’d like that.
This actually seemed like a good private spot, between the wall and the wooden fence, to tell her all the other things you wanted to do with her. But that moment went away as she hopped to the next stone and by the time you had made up your mind, she was out on the grass and already thinking of another game to play with her friend.
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"Aww. She's so cute like that. I never get tired of staring at that butt. Yep, baby, those diapers are alllll for you. No need to worry about that potty monster princess. You're going to be safe and soggy in your diapies."
"I don't think she's listening."
"No, she hears me. She's still a big smart girl somewhere inside. Aren't you? Aren't you? Yes, you are! But you'd rather play with your silly toys and frilly dresses like a cute little baby. Because you're so cute, I could eat you up! Gna gna gna!
"Is it wrong of me to think it's really hot you turned your ex into a baby?"
"No, I think it's pretty normal. Yes, honey, that's a diaper you're wearing! Do you know what it does? It holds all your peepee and poopoo. That's nice, right? Can you feel when you go? Oh, someone is wet. Do you know who? It's not daddy, it's not mommy, so who could it be? It's you, that's right! Do you wanna pick the next pack we open up?"
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