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Emma's Regression Part 4

The next few days passed in a gentle but firm blur. After the phone call with Mrs. Harper, Emma’s mom had decided it was time. No more “big girl” underwear. Emma was now in Pull-Ups 24/7, cute ones with little stars and animals printed on them.

It was her first day at the daycare.

Emma stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom at home, wearing a soft denim skirt and a matching top. The Pull-Up was thick enough that its outline was clearly visible under the short skirt if she moved the wrong way. In one hand she held a sippy cup filled with apple juice. She stared at her reflection — a twenty-year-old woman dressed and padded like a toddler — and felt a wave of confusion wash over her.

This can’t be real… I’m twenty…

Her bottom lip began to tremble. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over. Soft little sobs escaped as she stood there, feeling completely overwhelmed.

Her mom gently took her hand and drove her to the daycare. When they arrived, Mrs. Harper was waiting at the front door with a warm smile. She immediately noticed Emma’s tearful face and crouched down to her level, pulling the crying girl into a comforting hug.

“Aww, it’s okay, sweetie. First days can be scary,” she cooed, rubbing Emma’s back in slow circles, exactly the way she would comfort any of her little ones. “You’re safe here with Miss Harper. Let’s check your Pull-Up, okay?”

Emma whimpered but didn’t resist as Mrs. Harper turned her around, lifted the back of her skirt, and gently tugged at the waistband of the Pull-Up.

“Oh dear… someone made a poopy,” Mrs. Harper said softly, not sounding upset at all. “That’s alright, baby. That’s why you wear your Pull-Ups.”

Emma’s face burned with embarrassment as Mrs. Harper guided her over to the large changing mat right in the middle of the main playroom. A few other staff members and little ones were nearby, but Mrs. Harper didn’t seem to mind the semi-public setting.

She laid Emma down on her back, lifted her skirt, and began untaping the soiled Pull-Up while speaking in a calm, patient, toddler-friendly voice.

“Next time you feel that funny tummy feeling, you tell Miss Harper right away, okay? That’s your body saying it’s time to make a poop. And when you get a pee feeling, you tell me so we can go potty like a big girl. Can you try to listen to those feelings for Miss Harper like a big girl?”

Emma nodded tearfully, sucking on her thumb while Mrs. Harper wiped her bottom clean with cool wipes, powdered her generously, and slid a fresh Pull-Up snugly into place. The crinkle of the new padding filled the quiet moment.

“There we go! All clean and dry,” Mrs. Harper said cheerfully, helping Emma back to her feet and smoothing down her skirt. She handed the sippy cup back to her. “Would you like to go play with the blocks now, sweetie?”

Becca The Baby PT 3

Over the next few days, Becca couldn’t stop thinking about it. The spankings, the lectures, the overwhelming shame… it all left her soaked in more ways than one. She secretly craved being treated like a helpless little girl. So she made a plan: she would keep having “accidents” until her mom had no choice but to baby her completely.

She started small. Every night she made sure to drink water before bed and ignore the urge to pee. Night after night she woke up in a warm, soaked bed. By the fourth night, her mom had had enough.

“This is ridiculous, Becca,” her mom said while stripping the wet sheets again. “From now on, you’re wearing Pull-Ups to bed. I’m not washing sheets every single morning.”

Becca pretended to be embarrassed and argued weakly, but inside she was thrilled. That first night in a crinkly Pull-Up, she came twice with her hand inside the padding before falling asleep.

During the daytime, though, she was too scared to force an accident at school. She held it like a good girl… until today.

It was during last period. Becca had been squirming in her seat for nearly an hour, the pressure in her bladder growing unbearable. She told herself she could make it. Then, right as the teacher was talking, her control slipped.

A loud hiss filled the quiet classroom as hot piss gushed into her light blue jeans. She froze, but it wouldn’t stop. The flood soaked her panties instantly, spreading across the seat of the chair and pouring down her thighs in visible rivers. A large puddle formed under her desk, dripping onto the floor.

The girl next to her noticed first. “Oh my god, Becca peed herself!”

Snickers turned into open laughter. Phones came out. “Senior year and she still wets her pants!” someone called out. “What a baby!”

Becca burst into loud, genuine sobs, tears streaming down her flushed face as she sat there in her completely soaked jeans. The dark wet patch covered her entire lap and both legs. She stood up on shaky legs, the back of her jeans also drenched, and waddled out of the classroom to the sound of laughter and teasing.

She hid in the office, crying softly while the secretary called her mom. When her mom finally arrived, the look on her face made Becca’s stomach flip with both fear and arousal.

The drive home was silent. As soon as they got inside, her mom pulled her straight over her lap on the couch.

“You had an accident in class?” her mom scolded, yanking Becca’s wet jeans and panties down to her knees. “In front of everyone? You’re nineteen years old and you couldn’t even use the potty like a big girl!”

The spanking was hard and relentless. Sharp smacks rained down on Becca’s bare, still-damp ass as her mom lectured her.

“You need to listen to your body! When you have to go, you go. If you keep acting like a toddler who can’t control herself, I’m going to treat you like one. Pull-Ups during the day too. Maybe even diapers. Do you understand me?”

Each smack made Becca cry out, but the stinging pain mixed with the fresh memory of being teased in class had her absolutely dripping. Her pussy was swollen and slick, throbbing harder with every scolding word.

When the spanking finally ended, her ass glowed bright red. Her mom stood her up.

“Go put on a Pull-Up. You’re wearing one for the rest of the evening.”

Becca nodded meekly, sobbing the whole way to her room. She stepped into a thick white Pull-Up printed with little stars, pulling it snug over her sore bottom. The padding felt bulky and babyish between her thighs.

As soon as her mom went downstairs, Becca locked her door, lay back on her bed, and shoved her hand inside the Pull-Up. She was soaked. She rubbed her swollen clit furiously, replaying everything — the hiss of piss in class, the laughter, the spanking, her mom’s threats to put her in diapers.

It only took a couple of minutes before she came hard, biting her pillow to stay quiet as her hips bucked against her hand inside the crinkly padding.

I don’t know how long I’d had it on, but when I realised I felt disgusted and I took the shortest route home. I was worried it would leak out of my pull up.