#regression school

[regressionschool]

almost

The brightly lit store buzzed softly with faint chatter and the hum of fluorescent lights. Ava bounced alongside Daddy, her steps light and eager. Her eyes darted across the shelves, the colorful packages of diapers and pull-ups gleaming under the harsh lighting. She felt proud—Daddy said she'd done well enough during the day to earn this special treat. Pull-ups! She was finally getting pull-ups!

Her heart thumped as they reached the aisle. Ava’s face lit up at the sight of the packages adorned with cheerful cartoon characters and pastel patterns. She tugged at Daddy’s hand, her voice spilling over with excitement. “Look! That one has little unicorns on it!”

Daddy smiled warmly, giving her a playful nudge toward the shelf. “Go ahead, princess. Pick your favorite.”

Ava nodded enthusiastically, her pigtails bobbing, and crouched down in front of the lower shelves. The cutest pack—bright pink with sparkly rainbows and unicorns—was tucked just out of reach. Her tongue poked out in concentration as she stretched forward, the hem of her floral hoodie riding up as she squatted.

And then, it happened.

The faintest, almost imperceptible moment of release. Ava froze, her eyes widening. A telltale warmth bloomed in her diaper, followed by a heavy, unavoidable sensation settling in the seat of it. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she whimpered softly, shifting her weight uncomfortably. The squish of the sudden mess was unmistakable, betraying her to anyone within earshot—or smell.

"Oh, Ava…" Daddy chuckled, shaking his head as he knelt down to her level. His tone was soft but dripping with amusement, and he gently tipped her chin up to make her look at him. "You didn’t even last long enough to pick the pull-ups, did you, baby girl?"

Her cheeks burned crimson, and she squirmed in her squat, the fullness of her situation unmistakable now. “I… I didn’t mean to, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

He kissed her forehead with a grin. "I know, sweet pea. Almost made it, though. Almost."

[oftlunarialmoon]

[sharkyvenus]

sea stimboard ♡

[sunnimals]

[regressionschool]

Right Where He Belongs

He didn’t mean to do it. Not right then. Not in that moment, curled up so perfectly at her feet, resting his cheek against her ankle like some obedient, oversized lapdog. But when Mommy’s hand reached down and stroked his hair with that slow, knowing rhythm, just behind the ear, where she knew it made him melt—his bladder gave up without a fight.

A soft hiss filled the silence between them, barely audible over the hum of the washing machine and the clink of her wine glass on the coffee table. But she heard it. Of course she did. She always did. Her foot shifted ever so slightly, nudging his padded crotch with the side of her slipper. His breath caught. His cheeks flushed.

“There we go,” she murmured, voice like syrup. “Just like a good baby. Snuggled up and soaking your pampers for Mommy.”

He buried his face in her leg, hiding from the shame. But there was no escape. Not from the heat pooling in his diaper, nor the warmth blooming in his chest as she cooed over his helplessness. The scent of lavender lotion and the distant floral notes of her perfume filled his nose, wrapping around him like the blanket she’d draped over his back when he first crawled to her.

Mommy didn’t ask if he needed to go. She never had to. Not anymore. His job was just to stay close, stay padded, and let go when it happened. And it always happened when she was near—especially when she petted him like this, with slow, deliberate strokes, right on his scalp.

He whimpered softly, the front of his diaper growing heavier with each second. But Mommy only smiled, letting her hand drift down to rest gently on his hair. “There’s my soggy snugglebug,” she whispered, “Right where he belongs.”

Right where he belongs: at mommy's feet, getting all snuggly while he pee himself 🤭

[regressionschool]

You’re getting a sister

When Daddy first told her she was getting a sister, her stomach sank. Not from formula or prune mush, but something deeper: heartbreak. She didn’t care if her diaper was wet. She didn’t care that she couldn’t remember the last time she used the potty. All she knew was that Daddy was hers. Her boyfriend. Her Daddy. The idea of Daddy kissing someone else, calling someone else “princess,” wiping another girl’s soggy bottom? It made her heart burn with something too sharp to name. She wasn’t just a soggy little girl! She was Daddy’s girlfriend! Or at least… she used to be.

She had cried. Thrown her stuffie. Refused her baba. Daddy just waited patiently, patting her soggy bottom and letting her tantrum burn out. Then he knelt down and spoke the words that crushed her spirit like nothing else could: “Sweetie, girls who sit in soggy diapers all day aren’t women. They’re little girls. And little girls don’t get to have boyfriends, they get to have sisters.” Her lip had trembled. Her Pampers squelched as she shifted in shock. She was too stunned to even argue.

She planned to hate her new sister. She really did. But when the girl arrived—pigtails bouncing, diaper thick and pink, face glowing with shy blushes—something shifted. The jealousy dulled, replaced by a strange, fluttery warmth. It started small: holding hands during cartoon time. Falling asleep in the same crib. Whispering to each other after Daddy tucked them in. Soon, they were stealing kisses between diaper checks. Giggling when Daddy found them cuddled together in a soggy pile of plushies and baby powder.

Now, there isn’t a single day they don’t beg to wear matching diapers. One in powder pink with a soft satin bow. The other in sky blue with frilly ruffles. Matching hair ties, matching pacis, matching whimpers as they squirm in their wet padding, desperate for Daddy’s touch or each other’s. They cling tight during changies, kissing softly while Daddy wipes their princess parts clean, eyes dreamy and full of love.

Daddy watches them with a knowing smile, calling them his “soggy little soulmates.” And they beam at his praise, their cheeks burning pinker than their diapers. Sometimes they cry when they’re apart—even for naps. They don’t know how they ever lived without each other.

Daddy was right. Having a sister is the best.

[regressionschoolai]

What would YOU choose? *generated with AI*

[owlssin]

PACIFIC RIM PACIFIC RIM I LOVE PACIFIC RIM

[lil-silvie]

How to start an agere journal _ ( helpful tips ) + Making my own!

Designing the journal itself

Choose a Journal: The most important thing is that your journal is *YOU* comfortable! Which means that the idea and theme of your journal makes you comfortable and happy. it doesn't matter the palette or design, as long as it makes you happy.

Use Fun Supplies: Crayons, markers, pastel pens, and stickers make journaling more fun and little-friendly!

Section It Off: Create sections for different things! this means sectioning it into smaller groups of pages like sticker pages, drawings, daily logs, stuffies & char. profiles, fun lists & ideas, etc!

Make It Cozy: Journal in a comfy spot with a soft blanket, stuffies, and maybe a sippy cup or warm drink!

Use Stickers & Doodles: If writing feels too big, use stickers or draw simple pictures to express your feelings.

Prompts and ideas!

Daily--

What made you feel little today?

What was your favorite thing to do today?

Did anything make you feel small and happy today?

What is your little age today? How does it feel?

How did your day go? Did you make any new friends?

Draw a daily face of how your day went (IE. sad, happy, embarrassing..)

Creative--

Draw or decorate a page with stickers of your favorite babycore things!

Design a dream nursery/playroom and describe what would be inside.

Write a short story about an adventure with your favorite stuffie.

Create a wishlist of toys, pacis, or comfy things you’d love to have.

Draw yourself as (or with) a cute little character, like a Care Bear, My Little Pony, or Pokémon.

Lists--

List 10 things that always make you feel little.

Your top 5 favorite cartoons or kid shows.

Your favorite childhood snacks.

Your favorite baby animals and why you love them.

3 comforting things you do when you're feeling stressed.

A letter to your future little self!

Stuffie profiles--

as many details about your stuffie/toy as needed!

[cocacolacoast]

car rides forever

[regressionschool]

The corporate boardroom was all polished chrome, sleek wood, and well-dressed professionals sitting attentively as Maya stood before them, flipping through slides on the screen behind her. Her voice was steady, clear, and authoritative, drawing nods and murmurs of approval from several of the senior board members.

“Now, if you look at the Q3 projections,” Maya continued, gesturing to the chart with a steady hand, “you’ll see our growth potential really peaks in the holiday quarter. I’ve adjusted the strategy to—”

She paused, mid-sentence, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. The smallest trickle had just started to soak into the soft fabric of her pull-up, an increasingly familiar feeling. She’d grown used to it during her busy workdays, where stepping out for a break was often the last thing on her mind. And right now, with all eyes on her, the tiny trickle became a small stream, her pull-up warming, swelling subtly, hidden but noticeable to her. Maya took a controlled breath, keeping her composure as her pull-up grew wet.

“The strategy should help us capitalize on current market trends…” She forced herself to keep going, gesturing to the data behind her, even as she felt the soft garment expand against her. Maya kept her voice steady and didn’t skip a beat, but as she scanned the room, she couldn’t help noticing the slight shifting of a few of her colleagues in their seats. Had she caught the faintest whiff of something…? Her confidence rose, just a bit, as she realized she wasn’t the only one there with a little secret.

As Maya continued her presentation, her mind briefly wandered to the board members sitting around the table, each wearing an expression of focused interest, all eyes on her. But one or two of them, the ones in their seats just behind her, seemed slightly uncomfortable. She thought she saw a little wiggle here and there, like they were maybe trying to hide something… and that faint scent in the air made her wonder. She bit her lip, refocusing on her own slide and pushing away any thought of how wet she was becoming. It was, after all, her job to finish the presentation first.

After another fifteen minutes of speaking, Maya wrapped up her final point, ending her presentation with a confident nod. The board members clapped politely, a few exchanging pleased glances with her, clearly impressed.

“Excellent work, Maya,” Mr. Thompson, the CEO, nodded approvingly. “Really stellar. I think you’ve positioned us perfectly for Q4. Let’s talk further about these adjustments next week.”

Maya gave a polite nod, resisting the urge to shift in place as her wet pull-up felt heavy and slightly squishy. “Thank you, Mr. Thompson,” she said, clasping her hands professionally in front of her. “I look forward to it.”

The meeting adjourned, and Maya made her way back to her office to collect her things. By now, her pull-up had cooled against her, and she felt it sag just a bit as she walked. She gave herself a small, confident smile as she slipped into her coat and gathered her laptop, ready to head home to her husband, Evan.

Later that evening, Maya finally relaxed as she closed the front door behind her. She set her things down and called out, “Evan, I’m home!”

Evan appeared around the corner, smiling warmly. “Hey, love. How was the presentation?”

Maya smiled back, letting out a little sigh. “It went well. The board seemed pleased.”

“Of course they were,” he said, giving her a hug and a gentle squeeze. “They’re lucky to have you.”

As they embraced, Evan’s hand slid down her back, landing softly on her waist. He paused, his hand lingering, then gave her a light pat just below the small of her back. His expression shifted into one of quiet curiosity. “Maya… are you wearing…?”

Maya blushed, her eyes meeting his with a knowing sparkle. “Mmhmm,” she said softly, biting her lip playfully. She took a small step back, unbuttoning her coat and letting it fall to the side. As she shimmied out of her skirt, the unmistakable bulge of her soggy pull-up peeked out.

Evan’s eyes lit up with pride and warmth as he took in the sight. “Look at you,” he murmured, reaching out to gently trace the outline of her swollen pull-up. “You were so focused on work that you didn’t even take a break?”

Maya shrugged, chuckling softly. “I didn’t want to miss my flow, and well… I guess it just… happened.” She looked down at herself, then met his gaze with a twinkle in her eye. “Not that it’s anything I haven’t done before.”

He chuckled, clearly pleased with her dedication. “You’re incredible, you know that? All this hard work, not even thinking about a break. No wonder you’re so successful.”

“I wasn’t the only one. You wouldn’t believe how much half the boardroom smelled like… well, like messy diapers by the end of it.” She laughed, giving him a mischievous smile. “I think a few of them weren’t even in pull-ups like I was. Some of them were probably in full-on diapers, and not very fresh ones.”

Evan’s eyes widened with a chuckle. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely,” she replied with a smile.

He grinned, nodding slowly. “Well, with all that in mind, maybe it’s time you upgrade too?” He leaned forward, his voice low and encouraging. “I mean, if you’re going to keep up with the big dogs, maybe you should be a little more prepared yourself.”

Maya’s blush deepened, but her eyes sparkled with interest. She’d been pushing herself so hard at work, and it was almost freeing, realizing she didn’t have to worry about interruptions just to find the restroom.

“You think I should switch to diapers?” she asked, teasing but clearly interested.

He nodded, his hand sliding to her hip. “Think about it. If you’re wearing a full diaper, you don’t have to think about breaks at all. You could handle the longest meetings without worrying, even if you’re… more than a little wet.” He gave her a gentle, playful pat on her soggy pull-up. “And you’d be a lot more comfortable.

Maya grinned, looking down thoughtfully. “I mean… you’re not wrong,” she said, nodding slowly. “Maybe I should just go for it. If half the boardroom can do it, why shouldn’t I?”

“Exactly,” he said, smiling as he reached out to hold her hand. “If anyone’s earned the convenience, it’s you. “

She chuckled, glancing at him with a sly smile. “And you wouldn’t mind helping me get some? You’d be okay with that?”

Evan’s face lit up, nodding eagerly. “Of course I would. I’d love to see you fully relax like that. You’re already amazing at your job—now you’d have all the freedom you need, no matter how long those days get.”

Maya’s smile softened, and she gave his hand a squeeze, feeling a deep sense of comfort at the idea. “Then… let’s do it. Let’s get me some diapers.”

The decision felt surprisingly easy.

Soggy and not sorry about it

[oftlunarialmoon]

[little-pup-pip]

Happy December!!

[sharkyvenus]

how it be feeling most days

[regressionschool]

However, letting someone else take complete control of when you go and when you don’t is a thought that excites you.

However, you wouldn’t mind giving up all your adult responsibilities and focusing on just being cute and diapered all the time.

However, you know how those soggy, warm diapers make you feel so small, and deep down, you like it.

However, you secretly want someone to keep you in check, making sure you don’t even try to act like a big kid anymore.

However, you enjoy the idea of not thinking about when you need to go, because it’s not your decision anymore.

However, being a little toy constantly babied and cuddled, with no control over anything? It’s something you wouldn’t say no to.

Look, I'm not saying I wanna be hypnotized into being a needy diaper dependent little toy

However

[sunnimals]

Found on Pinterest, drawn by @artbylittlebug - Go check her art out and follow her, it's super cute and comforting!