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despite the night of sobbing and feeling of utter shame as she laid in a crib and begun her year long regression

carly was starting to like how this all felt. the nappy made her feel silly but it was snug and warm.

she liked knowing she wouldnt have to cook tonight, she liked knowing all her adult choices were now gone for a whole year

(A comprehensive guide)

I've wet the bed 11 times in the past two weeks. That's more than a 78% success rate. Holy fuck. Before untraining with my daddy, I'd not wet the bed since early childhood, so this is a big change. We've been doing this nighttime routine every night since January. Now, in mid-April, I'm consistently wetting the bed.

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When my daddy and I got together, we both thought it would be hot to untrain my bladder until I became a bedwetter at night. To us, that means unconsciously wetting myself fully while I stay asleep, and waking up in the morning surprised to find my diaper much soggier than when I went to bed.

I haven't wet the bed unconsciously outside of diapers. Something about the safety my body feels while padded changes my bladder's ability to hold. We may work on training bedwetting outside of diapers in the future, though.

My daddy has more experience than I in all things diapers, bedwetting, and bladder control. Therefore, he had some tricks in his back pocket as we got started. My daddy was very patient throughout this whole process, and as a result, I've progressed (regressed?) much more quickly than if we'd rushed it.

Waking up and wetting

My first goal in the process was to wake up in the middle of the night and wet my diaper. As someone who was new to wearing diapers, it was a process to even let go while laying down! First, my daddy added water to my bedtime routine. In addition to brushing my teeth and putting on a diaper before bed, he had me drink a whole bottle of water right before I went to sleep. He instructed me to stay fully relaxed down there (as much as I could) so I got used to going whenever I felt the urge.

At first when we did this, it went two ways: I woke up in the morning really having to pee sometimes. Or I woke up in the middle of the night and had to focus and relax my bladder for minutes before I could let go into my diaper. That was a frustrating stage, and I woke up pretty tired after all of the tossing and turning in the middle of the night.

One of the challenges we faced in this stage was leaks. I was still in pull-ups at night at the beginning of this process. Since I was so new to it, my daddy wanted me to work slowly up to thicker padding. Wearing pull-ups to bed led to puddles on my sheets and made me trust my bladder less after too many frustrating middle of the night changes. I have a feeling he also wanted me to leak enough that I was excited to move to diapers for their added protection. If you wanted the process to go faster, I'd recommend starting in diapers. If you want your little to feel reliant on diapers, though, set them up for some failures (followed up with ample praise and affection, not punishment).

The fuzziness

Next in my experience, I woke up some nights with the fuzziest memory of waking up and wetting my diaper. Sometimes I couldn't quite remember at all! That's not bedwetting yet, but it's close. How'd I get there?

My daddy told me not to focus on wetting anymore. What?! Why?? He told me to keep my bladder relaxed, but now that I was comfortable wetting whenever I needed to, I should start going peepee and immediately let my mind drift to other things. That trained my bladder and brain to associate diapers with not needing to monitor when I go potty. That means now, when I go, it doesn't blip on my radar much. Sometimes I can't remember the last time I wet, even when my diaper is soaked. It also means since I'm staying relaxed, I go in little spurts very frequently. That makes my bladder a little weaker and also makes my diapers last longer since I'm not flooding them.

In terms of nighttime wetting, that meant whenever I woke up to wet, I'd start to go but let myself drift back off while my bladder was relaxed and emptying. I didn't even worry if my flow stopped — I trusted that I was relaxed enough that my bladder would keep emptying when it needed to. I started to barely wake up in the middle of the night. I'd feel an urge, twist a little bit and relax, let out a little moan, and drift right back into sleep, all without opening my eyes.

Every time I could just barely remember waking up and wetting, my daddy got so proud of me. He teased me for being his good little bedwetting girl, and told me how excited he was to change all of my diapers in the mornings once I start wetting the bed every night. Praise goes a long way in making your little excited to wet the bed for you.

Wetting the bed

The first time I wet the bed, I thought it was a fluke. I had dribbled in my diaper as I fell asleep, and I remember it felt warm and nice as I drifted off. I slept deeply that night, and when I woke up, my butt felt super puffy and firm. I turned over and it felt heavier than when I'd fallen asleep, and it was warm; I could tell my diaper was fuller and soggier than when I fell asleep. When I got up and looked in the mirror, I knew I'd wet the bed. The back of my diaper was all puffy, like a pillow, and there was a large, round wet spot covering the butt. The front of my diaper was still fairly dry, while the back was soaked. That's the mark of a bedwetter, right there.

Once it happened for the first time, it didn't mean I was fully untrained. I kept up the routine consistently, and started having fewer and fewer nights where I'd woken up and wet. More nights where I barely remembered or had wet the bed entirely.

I took a break for a week to go on a family vacation, and I didn't wet the bed. I wore pull-ups every night out of fear (and comfort), but I'd need to train longer to wet those. I was happy to be dry in what would've been an awkward situation, and I found the week off didn't impede my progress at all. The week I got back, I wet the bed three times! The next week I wet even more. It's all about consistency, praise, and knowing you're making progress.

What's next

Now, I've found a system that works well for me. I stay hydrated during the day so my body doesn't just process the water I drink before bed because it desperately needs it (please make healthy hydration choices. Don't overhydrate, that's not what I'm saying).

I drink my whole bottle after I've turned off my light, put my phone or book down, and gotten under the covers. It's literally my last step before closing my eyes for the night. I also wear thick nighttime diapers so I never have to worry about leaking.

Next on the training docket for me and my daddy is practicing wetting the bed with less padding. He'd love to put me to bed without diapers for a night and wake up to find a warm, wet puddle spreading across the sheets under me while I'm still peacefully asleep. With how quickly this has progressed, I wouldn't be surprised if I've had a genuine sheets-wetting, diaper-free bedwetting accident by the end of the summer.

Thanks @argent-dl for the question that inspired this post! Hope it's helpful.

“Aww, now aren’t you just precious, Sheila? Such a sweet little honey bunch! I’ve half a mind to become a baby sitter myself, just to take care of you!”

Sheila smiled sheepishly up at her cousin Shannon, five years her senior and clearly far more capable in every way. Not even the most perceptive observer would have guessed, however, that the two weren’t exactly the best of friends. Neither of them had been exactly overjoyed when events had transpired to force the twenty-two-year-old college dropout to move in with her married cousin. What the hell was she supposed to do with stuffy old Shannon and her husband?, Sheila had complained. And Shannon, for her part, had similarly grumbled about what on earth she could be expected to do with such an irresponsible slacker of a cousin…

Not that it had taken too long for her to find a solution.

Shannon had soon formed plans for her kombucha-sipping, Netflix-bingeing little cousin, you see. “There’s always a need for nannies,” she’d proclaimed, touting statistics about the rising number of women in the workforce, stable birthrates, and the exorbitant cost of institutional child care centers. “Get yourself some experience, a few certifications, and boom! You may not be wealthy, but you’ll at least be able to afford a roof over your head.” A roof that’s not shared with me, she’d added silently, dreaming fervently of the day when their household would again be back to its ordinary two.

But that was before she’d come to see just how hopeless her cousin really was. Not a whiff of real interest, not a trace of maternal instinct, not even the decency to bother reading the chapters of early child development handbooks Shannon had borrowed from the library specially for her. “They’re just so boorrinngg…” Sheila had drawled, flopped on the couch in her customary position. “I mean, like, can’t I just watch a video tutorial or something?”

Shannon had thrown in the towel right then and there. Yet, on Jerry’s advice, she’d bitten back the angry words that threatened to flood out and instead adopted a far more conciliar - and insidious - approach. “Learning by doing is a better way for you, girl,” she’d chirped the very next day. “And if you’re going to learn to be a nanny, I think we’d better give you some real life experience. I know we don’t have a kid in the house. But you see, I’ve got this idea…”

And that’s when the diapers and the binkies had emerged.

Not that Sheila had even stood a chance, Shannon now mused, casting her honeyed smile down at the blushing, freshly diapered form of her supposedly adult cousin. She was simply too silly and lazy to ever bother standing up to her older cousin - certainly when it seemed to run the risk of losing her this free room and board. As far as Sheila was concerned, what was a little juvenile embarrassment if it meant she could chill all day in someone else’s house - for free?

Yeah, about that. It didn’t seem like the plan was working quite as Shannon had intended, as even she had to admit. So much for making her cousin’s life so unbearable and humiliating that she’d be glad to move out. On the contrary, it was almost as if- as if she actually enjoyed being the baby of the house, as absurd as that sounded…

Well, nothing for it but to double down, Shannon mused now, eyeing the fresh, bulging padding around the young woman’s groin. Her new rule was clear: diapers not just for demonstrations anymore, but for day and night. And back came the honeyed smile. “What a cute little baby you make, sweetie! You know, I bet you’re already getting ready to make me a stinky little present in those pampers, aren’t you?”

As the nervous smile froze on Sheila’s lips, Shannon chortled internally. Oh, hell, yeah. She might stand a chance of getting this loser out of here after all. Or at least if not, she’d give her one hell of a humiliating summer…

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Rule Five: Chastity: Subsection 1: "If you're going to allow your baby to make cummies, they should only be making cummies in their diaper."

It was only a matter of time now, little Aaron would soon start to loose his concept of what it meant to be a big boy. After goofing off all his life, and never taking anything seriously, he finally met his match. He’d soon loose all this toilet privileges & big boy looking clothes would just not do, have to donate them to boys who can be responsible & actually take care of them. Aaron hated laundry and dishes and chores so instead of dealing with his rebellion his Daddy took a stern retaliation on his misbehavior and said “no more big boy anything, you don’t like responsibility? Fine. You won’t get any.” And with that little Aaron huffed and whimpered as he was stripped of his man briefs and man clothes and put into a big spreading locking plastic pants. “I don’t want to be a baby!” He exclaimed. “Well you should’ve stopped to think about that when you were acting like one, crying about your responsibilities, Aaron.” And with that Daddy took his boys mouth and popped some mysterious pill down his throat. “This will make the transition easier baby Aaron, just relax, you soon aren’t gonna remember much of this resisting anymore, you soon won’t remember your Favebook password, I changed it anyway.” “What?! I - I - don’t wanna loose my…” “Oh don’t worry about loosing your friends baby Aaron. I already made a big post about how you’re going through a big transition and you appreciate everyone’s patience & you hope that your true friends will accept you for who you’re becoming.” “When .. Do I .. What am .. I becom-” “Oh we’ll find out soon enough won’t we baby Aaron? Soon everyone will know you’re just an enlarged baby toddler that uses diapers everyday cuz you would otherwise wet & soil yourself; you’re gonna eat only baby food so you won’t know what solid waste feels like anymore, just warm squishy sensations; you’ll forget what it feels like to pee, you’ll just go and drip whenever, without really feeling anything more than a tingly feeling at the head of your boy-knob; it’ll shrink in size with a low dose of reversal hormones in combination with muscle relaxants, diuretics & castor oil sometimes; tons of suppositories before bed, enemas too…. You’ll experience the whole lot. Sometimes even stuff you’ve never heard of; you’ll drink Daddy’s cum mixed with your morning & bedtime milk; you’ll do that so often you won’t realize the difference between that and regular milk & you’ll soon prefer over regular milk & want it with everything you consume; we’ll lock you up on both ends: your boi knob with an ever-decreasing cage that will make your dick shrink in mass and erectile performance, it will be red at the tip and shriveled, boi sack full of cum and fluid desperately waiting for days and weeks and months for relief; your cunt will get swollen between your legs, just like your diaper, as you parade around the town in baby clothes, but not til your fully made ready; your boi hole will be plugged from time to time after a proper doushe; expanding locking plug that will offer no way out especially with the locking spreader you’re now in, oh so much more to come baby Aaron….” “Why would you tell … Tell me all this .. Er-” “You’re to call me just Daddy now baby Aaron you understand” “Yes uh… Daddy?” “Is that a question you little faggot??” “No.” “No what boy?” “No … Sir”

“That’s a good boy, don’t worry about al this growing up you’ve already failed at little guy, it’ll all be over soon. You’ll forget what it feels like to sleep in anything but a crib; you will be so thickly padded you’ll only be able to waddles and eventually after your legs give out you’ll soon resort to crawling.. Completely dependent on your Daddy to pick you up and put you in your high hair and feed you mashed peas with daddy’s special milk mixed in a bottle: a concoction of all your sleepy/hormone meds & Daddy’s thick cum. It’ll be the closest thing you get to sex ever again” “Hormones ?! What I’ll be a girl?” “No little man it’ll be just enough to reverse any traces of testosterone left in your system; you’ll get a little swollen in your belly area maybe, no more strong man abs or biceps; we’ll get you underdeveloped and supple and more inclined to behave under MY roof from now on.” “But I don’t want boobies!!” “You won’t have them, just thicker juicy boy nips and less of a dick and more of a fatter, wider ass for Daddy to play with..” “I thought you said I wasn’t going to be having sex anymore?!” “Not that you’re aware of baby Aaron, Daddy has some special sleepy pills and chloroform that will make the process much easier for you to be completely asleep while Daddy probes your hole to make sure everything is alright & while doing so he might invite a few of Daddy’s anonymous friends over to relieve that testy prostate of yours and fill you up full of men’s loads… Maybe you’ll meet them. After you wake up of course. While we’re all having a beer. You of course are going to be groggy and dressed in toddler clothes & the guys will probably laugh and poke fun at you but it’s okay cuz I’ll explain to them that my boy Aaron just couldn’t get his adult life together so his Daddy had to step it up and reprogram what life was to Aaron .. Change his whole existence & trade-in an old life for a new, very real reality.” Aaron just sat there a little confused in the middle of a circle of grown men, becoming absorbed by his overall shorts with snaps on the crotch & little prints, he looked down and saw himself, for the first time, a giant budge from the locking diaper mechanisms, plastic pants, a dummy clipped on to the baby-print t-shirt that went all the way down into a snapping onsie…“ He thought, “will I ever be the same again .. Will I ever be me again??” And just at that moment, Daddy looked at me and just smiled and shook his head no. It was like he was in my head. I didn’t need words anymore and the next time I uttered something else it just came out as gibberish.

This was it. This was me now. The dizzy feelings I got from when all this started had finally gotten to me. I was no more than an infant child amongst all these grown men laughing and carrying on, talking about things I didn’t understand anymore.. Cars, sports, politics.. In big words or even just regular words I found harder and harder to comprehend. Just when I was about to use the last bit of big boy strength I had to get up and run away, my knees locked and I froze as the warm gooey sensation of my asshole started to leak, it was stretched and numb for sure, maybe he used some Anal-Ease on me.. I could feel it coming out, my taint just twitched & my asshole puckered like it was waiting to get kissed. I was stuck in this huge costume that I realized was all I had anymore. My duffle-bag was gone & replaced. My skin felt warm like I was finally realizing all those men had already touched me all over during my forced nap, I could smell their musk all over me, all different kinds. . I looked up and there was Daddy. I forgot his name so now that’s all I knew him as. I went to speak and protest all this but all that came out was….

“Da-da”

He looked at me and smiled, perplexed: “Are you trying to tell me something little man?”

I was I was trying to say I wanted out, that I wanted to know what happened while I was sleeping, I wanted to know where my gym bag went & I wanted to know ….

And just then, while still locked in eye contact with him I felt the warm drip of cum start to drip out of my bottom, down my leg. My eyes widened still arrested in this gaze, I didn’t know what was happening then all of the sudden I let out a big air fart, my boy pussy just made a loud juicy queef —

“Aw looks like somebody is making a doo-doo….” The men all turned around.

“Is that what’s happening little man, are you making a big stinky after having all the men inside you? We’re gonna do this every week. Guys are gonna come over and play poker after shooting their thick warm man loads inside you during nap time and when you wake up I’ll introduced them to you as my little cuckold bitch child that serves me only as a baby. Then I’ll make you stay in your playpen til all the men leave no matter how much you fill that thick diaper up with their mixed loads. You’ll just have to wait till Daddy and his friends are finished with the game. Is that understood little man?”

I looked at him. And I didn’t respond, just stared.

“Oh of course you don’t understand me its all just a bunch of gibberish to you now isn’t it little Aaron?”

I hated to admit it, but he was right. The more he talked the less I understood. His voice became just sounds, deep manly sounds, like thunder the way my tummy rumbles sometimes before a big stinky.

“Here I got you something Tiger, it’s to replace what used to be yours before I had to take it away. It’s a duffle bag, with your name on it. It’s to mark your new life transition & now you can know that this is permanent & pretty soon we’ll be posting all sorts of pictures on Facebook inviting all of your friends over to play with you and babysit you and change your diapers. You think the guys you knew will come? I’m sure I can entice them with free beer. Of course I bet they’ll love to piss in your diaper, maybe open that butt hole up with a hallow plug and have them fill you up with all their jock piss. You ready to have a coming out party little Aaron? I bet you aren’t cuz you’re a little shy but don’t worry we’ll have plenty of pictures up so they’ll know what they’re getting into ahead of time, maybe they’ll even bring presents like big baby clothes or toys. Thing is though, you can’t go out with them to the movies after unless of course they decide on a kids movie in which case we’ll have to take you in a stroller & a thick diaper so you don’t soil your seat. Hope you aren’t scared to expose yourself to the rest of the world like this …”

I thought what if I am? What if I’m not ready?

“….cuz we’ve been live streaming you ever since you woke up. Your friends are all watching you.. Right. Now.”

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I could feel it, at that moment my stomach sank and I emptied all that I had in one big gush- I was sitting in a mix of six or seven grown men, their thick loads caking my ass cheeks, sticky & bleechy smelling, I was stuck in their loads - making terrible fart sounds, web-camming to all my friends - as Daddy turned back to his poker game, ignoring my whimpers to be changed and out of the sack of cum my dumpster of an ass was now stuck in, only to wait. I told myself, just wait. Play with your trucks and blocks. Just wait, till whatever comes next. .

I couldn’t help but think: I brought this on myself. Maybe this was what I wanted. All along. Maybe this is what I needed. All along. Maybe this is my destiny but whatever the case if any of that wasn’t true. It’s what Daddy wanted. And what he was trying to reformat in me, was working. Exponentially.

Wasn't it nice of me to show you videos of me sucking my new boyfriend's cock cucky? Now you know what he likes and how to practice. It won't be long until you are blowing him like the sissy slut you are.

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