The idea of someone "potty training" me and acting really sweet and nice but secretly making their goal to un-potty train me and slowly break me down into a baby is like my biggest fantasy... I have an accident and she's very insistent on it so I'm like, okay, whatever, I'll play along. I'm an adult with a functional bladder anyway, so it's not like I'll actually need to use these training underwear. And at least they're fabric ones, it's not like they're pull ups or diapers or anything.
She loads me up on water and juice and is taking me to the potty every 15 minutes before our road trip, so I'm "plenty hydrated, but can still get it all out before we get going!" I'm still allowed to use the big potty toilet, for now, as long as she walks me over and holds my hand while I go. I don't know what "rapid desperation" is, but I do end up peeing a little every time, since I've been drinking so much water and juice. And... the attention is nice. The way she says "good job, baby boy!" after every time I go makes my whole face red with embarrassment, but it also makes me feel really good. Like I did a good job and she's proud of me.
Then comes the road trip to our weekend getaway It's a short one, only 2 hours. Usually on a drive that short I wouldn't even need to think about the bathroom. But this time... Oh boy. I'm looking around frantically about halfway through, even though I know there are no rest stops nearby. I'm pressing my legs together as tightly as I can, trying not to show how badly I need to go. She clocks it right away, of course. "Do you need the potty?" She asks, sounding a little amused. My face goes red again.
"Nooo..." I say. I sound horribly unconvincing. Horribly unconvincing and small. That's not allowed, stop that. I straighten up in my seat. "I, uh. I could use the bathroom for sure. But, I think I can hold it?" Big voice. That's better.
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"Are you sure?" She says, a knowing look on her face. "You look pretty tense. If you need to go, I brought a potty— it's in the trunk. I can pull over."
I shake my head. "I think I'll be fine. I should be good. Let's just focus on something else." I try to keep my eyes on the road.
About twenty minutes later, the urgency has only gotten worse, and I realize that I just leaked. We were listening to an episode of a podcast, something about dinosaurs, and it was making me laugh, and a little piss spurted out, I can feel the warmth of it and then the rapid cooling as the wet spot soaks into my training underwear. I frantically feel the front of my jeans. No wetness yet. But I need to go. The pressure is intense, I can feel it continuing to build up and I rock back and forth in my seat a little. "I really, really have to go," I admit with a whine.
"The potty's right back there, baby." She reminds me. "Want me to pull over? It's our last chance before we get into town."
I briefly consider it, but... I really don't want to use that potty, especially not on the side of the road where someone might drive by and see me. "No," I insist, although my confidence in my bladder is shrinking. "I think I'll be okay."
Twenty minutes later, I am not okay. I'm leaning forward in my seat with my head and arms resting on the dashboard, hunched over my bladder, trying desperately to keep everything in. I can't do it, I leak again. It's a big one this time. I don't even need to check to see if it's showing through the front of my pants, I know it is. I need to go, the strain on my bladder hurts. I let out a moan, muffled by my arms. "I need to go, I can't hold it, can you please pull over, please," I beg, even though I know the answer. We're in town now, so I can't do that, everyone would see, and I can't let go, because I'm in her car, so I have to hold it.
She puts a hand on my shoulder. "Just a little further, baby. Almost there."
When we get to the airbnb place, I almost lose it as soon as I step out of the car. I stagger towards the door, then freeze as I leak again, substantially. There's a huge wet patch halfway down my legs when I manage to get it to stop. I can't do words, it's too much. Luckily, she interprets what I need, and grabs the potty from the trunk and tugs me inside.
I don't even think about the potty or what it looks like. I'm grateful when she sets it on the floor behind me, and I shove my half-wet pants and the utterly soaked training underwear down to my ankles and sit down and piss, my stream audibly spraying the plastic. It feels like I'm going forever. It's a few moments before the relief kicks in, and I sigh as the tension slowly leaves my body along with the contents of my overfull bladder. I worry, irrationally, for a moment that I might overfill the potty. But it's an adult-sized one, and it has plenty of room.
As my flow peters off, the stream going from a spray to a stream to a dribble, I can see the situation more clearly and I begin to realize how embarrassing it is. I'm sitting on the potty, a white plastic thing adorned with primary colors, and my cold, soggy pants and training undies are down around my ankles. I "made it," sure, technically, but I only made it to the plastic training potty right in front of the door, and I sure leaked a substantial amount— my pants are soaked. I shamefully wipe myself, although my legs are damp with piss too. I'll need a shower if I don't want to get a rash.
I stand up, trying to decide what to do about my wet pants. I know I shouldn't just walk upstairs with my pants around my ankles, but I'm not asking her to get new pants for me, that would be rude. But I can't make myself pull the cold wet pants up, or take my shoes off, they're wet and yucky too, so I can get the pants off.
It's all just a little too much, and to my further embarrassment, I start to cry. I'm trying not to, so it's quiet. But I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. I sit back down on the potty. I'm sure she's going to hate me. She's been watching from afar, but now she comes closer.
"What's wrong, honey?" She asks. Her voice is soft. I can't get the words out at first, but she's patient. She puts her hands on my shoulders. I hold onto them.
"I, it's yucky, I'm yucky," I manage to get out before the crying starts again and cuts me off. I just wanna get clean and dry but I'm not sure how to make that happen at the moment, I'm crazy overstimulated and embarrassed and regressed, which I've never done around her, I shouldn't let myself, but I can't make myself be big right now, it's just not happening.
"Okay, baby. Want me to make it better?" She asks.
She's... not mad? I nod. I need her to make it better, I need her help. She begins undoing my shoes, and I start crying again, because they're yucky and she's so nice and she shouldn't have to touch them just to help a stupid baby like me. But she does, and takes them off, then slips my wet pants off as well. Then, she offers me her hand, and I take it, and follow her upstairs wordlessly. She's murmuring little encouragements to me.
We get to the bathroom, and I wait for her to turn on the shower, or to leave me to do it, but she starts a bath, instead. And she puts bubbles in it. Then she takes my shirt off and tells me to get in, so I do.
The water is warm and comfy and it immediately washes away the drying pee that was starting to get a little itchy on my legs. And she brought me a bath toy, the kind that suctions onto the wall and you can pour water in and watch it go through different little sections, along with cups in bright primary colors to pour the water. I reach for it, then hesitate. I'm not supposed to be little, it's already too much for me to be accepting the bath like this. She smiles. "Can you help me out? I need someone to please pour some water in the toy for me. I want to make sure it works."
I nod. I can do that. I am a good helper. I take the little blue cup on the rim of the tub and diligently pour a cupful of bath water into the toy. It dribbles down and makes the sections spin. I smile. It's cool! I pour another cup, then another, forgetting myself and my reservations entirely. I like the bath.
She watches me play, and joins in with the yellow cup, splashing me occasionally. I giggle. Eventually, the tub starts to get cold, and I'm getting a little hungry and sleepy. She pulls the plug and allllll the water goes down the drain. Bye bye bath time.
I step out and dry off. She gets me dressed in some comfy pajamas and then we go downstairs and eat the dinner we packed for tonight. I'm so sleepy after the ordeal of the day. I normally would have slept on the drive over, but I didn't due to my desperation.
I use the bathroom, again with her supervision, and then I'm ready for bed. I'm about to climb in under the covers when she stops me. "Baby, one second."
I stop, yawning. "What's up?"
She's holding something in her hands. I squint. Is that a diaper? "Is that a diaper?" I ask, out loud, realizing I've just been standing there staring.
"No, no," she reassures me. "It's just a nighttime pull-up. Just for tonight, you know? I know you ended up making it to the potty today, but you still left quite a mess. And I had to clean it up, you know."
"I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, crestfallen. I hadn't even thought about the dribbles I must have left on my way to the potty, or my soaked pants and shoes, or anything. She had cleaned them up and not even said a word. Guilt lodges itself in my stomach. "You didn't have to do that, I really am sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you, somehow. Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, there is." She says, putting it simply. "You can wear one of these tonight." She waggles the nighttime pull-up up and down with her hands. "That way, we can guarantee there are no more accidents. Is that okay with you?"
I nod, my face going red again. I don't want to, but... I do want to make it up to her. So I put it on, and we both go to bed.
waterpark regression omo with a little who doesn't know what a swim diaper does because i think that would be cute...
A little who's mostly potty trained is still required to wear a swim diaper at the pool under her swimsuit, a cutesy one-piece with a ruffly skirt. Cool, she thinks! She can just use it when she needs to go, instead of having to waste time waiting in line for the potty and going there, even though her mommy tells her that she still needs to use the potty like a big girl. So she doesn't stop to go peepee when her mommy recommends it.
She also doesn't go after the break for water and a smoothie, when she can feel herself start filling up with pee. She doesn't want to stop riding on the slides! It's so fun, and yes, she's noticing the pressure more and more when between the rides, but, she can go whenever, so she doesn't have to worry about leaving time to get to the potty. And it kind of feels a little good to be so full of piss.
She gets to the line for the really big slide, the new one they put in this summer and it really starts hitting. She's really really full, her lower tummy is bulged out a little bit around her bladder, and the pee feels like it's taking up all the space in her belly from her bellybutton right down to her pee hole. It REALLY really wants to come out, it's trying really hard, and her bladder keeps spasming and trying to force little leaks out.
But she doesn't want a wet diaper on the slide! Even though it's wet from the water on all the rides, she's sure it would be noticeable, and the lifeguard up at the top of the slide might notice and send her alllll the way back down the line to the bottom to get her mommy for a change. So she holds it, at the bottom of the line, and she keeps holding it up the first two flights of stairs, and then wiggles and jiggles and squeeeeeezes her way up to the very tippy top where the slide is.
She's pretty sure the lifeguard notices how she's nervously shuffling in line and fidgeting with the skirt on her way to the tube down the slide, but he doesn't say anything.
The big slide is REALLY fun, but she lets out a little spurt of pee on the way down by accident, because it's so fast and spinny, and she REALLY needs to go potty, so she finds her mommy and decides to go.
She's trying to be casual and discreet about it when she lets go standing there, but- PSHHHH!! The swim diaper doesn't hold anything back at all! The peepee just sprays right through it, right onto the pavement in front of her mommy!
She manages to stop peeing for just a second, long enough for her mommy to turn around and see her panicked expression and the wet spot between her legs on the ground. She thinks about rushing to to the potty. But she can't keep it in any longer than that, because she's just so so full and her body was expecting release and letting a little out weakened her muscles and she finds herself pissing herself completely, right there in the middle of the waterpark, the piss soaking and dribbling through her diaper and swimsuit.
Her face is red, and she tries to look down so she can hide it with her hair, but it doesn't work very well. And even if she doesn't look down, she can hear the spattering of the pee against the pavement. She looks up at her mommy.
Mommy looks down at her, and smiles. "Looks like someone learned about swim diapers today."
All she can do is nod, face completely red.
Mommy takes her to the pool showers to clean up. She has to take her whole swimsuit off to get the swim diaper off and get scrubbed over by Mommy, and everyone in the shower room is cooing at her. "Awww, did your little one have an accident? What a cutie!" One woman asks.
"Yes, she did." Mommy says. "She thought she could avoid a potty break by using her swim diaper... I really would have thought she'd know better."
The little whines and tries to hide her face, but Mommy moves her arm so the woman can see her cute blushy face.
At home, Mommy has her start potty training all over again, since she clearly wanted to use a diaper badly.
i reeeeeeeallly like the idea of a little who's not allowed to cum having to go up to their mommy or daddy and tell them that they came in their pants in the same tone they'd say they had an accident.... "i tried really hard to hold it but i couldn't stop it and came" is really cute.... and its treated the same as an accident so they get put in diapers about it
i can always tell when ive had a rough day at work because i start fantasizing about having more and more loss of control. i want someone to give me a paci gag and diaper me and lead me around a con or event or something showing me off. and of course i do everything they say. i play with the other babies. i sit on a stranger's lap when they ask to hold me.
the paci gag has a water bottle attachment that leads to my kiddy leash backpack, like a camelbak. i'm not even being forced or coerced into drinking the water and special juice my cg keeps putting in there, because no matter how full my bladder gets, my oral fixation is such that i keep on sucking at it.
i just keeps on getting fuller and fuller and i whine and mumble around my paci and tug at my leash towards the bathroom. i'm really full... and i keep letting little trickles out into my diaper. is it on accident or because it feels good? i'm not really sure. i'm kind of drunk from the special juice. my cg is still pulling me around to all the different stations at the event. i'm given a stuffed animal and i smile and press it to my face. my new buddy...
my cg tells me to use my words whenever i mumble or tug, and of course i can't. i'm a baby. my paci is just there to signify that. i keep holding it... i'm pressing my legs together and i keep leaning forward a bit to feel the fullness inside. it feels really nice, the little sharp bursts of sensation.
i'm gonna pee. my cg can tell from my stance. i'm frozen with my legs pressed together and i'm leaned over, hugging my new teddy, and they invite anyone who wants to to watch. they adjust my stance a little so my diapered front is more visible.
"it's okay, you've been good. you can let go," they whisper in my ear. and i do.
it feels really good to let all my potty out. i can hear it hissing into my diaper as it gets warm and wet and heavy. i let out a little moan.
my cg takes me aside and changes me, and even teases my little dick a little before taping me up in a fresh one. i'm a little overstimulated and overwhelmed, but in the good way that comes with the loss of control. "want your paci out?" they ask, just in case. i shake my head. i like it too much.
they take me home from the event. i fall asleep in the car on the way home and when we get there i wake up in that weird kind of mid-nap wakeup way where the inside of your mouth tastes like dust and your head feels like it's only halfway out of the water of sleep.
when we get home, they insist on taking the paci gag off because i've had it on too long, it's time for dinner, and the straps were kind of rubbing when i fell asleep with it on in the car. i whine a little, but they promise me my voice can stay off, so i let them take it away.
being turned into a vampire and kept as their baby...
you're so young in comparison, so of course you'd be just a baby in their eyes. it doesn't matter that you're well an adult in human terms. what did you think you two would be when you agreed to be turned, equals? romantic partners? there's no possibility of that, at least not for tens or even hundreds of years to come. it's honestly really cute that that's what you assumed
when you first get hungry, the feeling is overwhelming. you're already feeling strange as your body rearranges itself, and you're teething, as your new fangs are trying to come in. so the overwhelming feeling of hunger and need is just too much. you start to cry. you don't think you can hunt like this, your teeth aren't even in, but you're hungry. it's all wordless emotion.
that's when they step into your room, and coo as they collect you into their arms (they can pick you up quite effortlessly). they insist on diapering you first, to your chagrin. you'd refused it yesterday but you don't have it in you to now, you're too busy tantrumming and trying to bite them to stop it. they situate you in their lap, still talking to you softly.
you maybe subconsciously expected a bottle, but they take out a little device, almost resembling a staple remover, and quickly prick two little holes in their forearm. they then hold their arm to your mouth, so you can suckle from their own blood supply.
it feels so good and calming to drink from them, it settles you almost instantly. the warm blood fills your mouth and stomach, and then- filters right through...
you can't make yourself stop drinking to get up, you just can't, it's just too yummy and relaxing and good. so after a short resistance you start pissing into the diaper. the flow just keeps coming as you drink more, filling the diaper to what must be its limit. it doesn't seem to leak, though. do vampires have magic diapers?
finally, you're sated, and you stop drinking and look up at them with wide eyes. it takes a bit for the pee to stop coming.
you offer apologies for your accident, and ask if they're okay. you drank a lot of their blood!
they laugh and stroke your head, and offer a reassurance. they have someone waiting to top themself off with in the other room, no worries. and why would you using your diaper be an accident? that's what babies do.
