![]() ![]() Ever so slightly, she raised her butt from the chair and she pushed as if pushing was going to help her figure it out. Not understanding what was happening, Sierra’s face scrunched from the mental effort. Her panties thickened, her thumb went in her mouth, and the words she had been reading became incomprehensible to her. It wasn’t something she thought could ever happen. When a shooting star ripped through the dark, Sierra’s mother wished that her daughter would become her little girl again, permanently. A little heartfelt pang as she realized her little girl was growing up and moving out. Downstairs, in the kitchen, her mother was drinking a cup of tea while looking at the night sky. Sierra was actually studying in her room right now as her finals were coming up. She expected to move out this summer as she was about to graduate. She got great grades and had made it into Law school. Sierra had decided to keep living at home while studying in college. Oh yes, tonight, when she would show up for her Halloween party, Rylee was going to turn some heads. Using her diaper in the middle of a conversation? Normal. What was left behind was a little girl who couldn’t think much, loved her diapers and severely lacked social awareness. For every drop of the stream that was absorbed in the padding, a neuron disappeared. As she drank the godawful potion, she did the final step to bind the spell: to use her diaper. Inspired by the spooky atmosphere of Halloween, though it was still day, and her own horniness at the thought of transforming herself, she had decided that, yes, casting a spell that should change her life for the hornier would be a great idea. Which is why she had already diapered herself. Drinking this beverage while reciting the spell was supposed to turn Rylee into a silly little girl who’s always horny and keeps having accidents. The recipe had called for an unsavory mixture of elements: the aforementioned blood of a toad and dried moss, worms, dirt, leaves, as well as cranberry juice for color and taste. “Blood of a toad and dried moss, drop a load and enjoy your loss…” Rylee read from her newly acquired spellbook she had purchased at an antique library. In fact, because we make sure to stay in contact with them, what we see is that they’ve never been happier. Still, you’d think we have to respect their previous wishes, but guess what? We let them get adopted and not once has there been a problem. ![]() They become incredibly fussy, throw tantrums all the time, cry all the time. But then they say that under no circumstances they want to be adopted by a daddy, you know because they’re straight, But gosh darn it, what do you want me to tell you? When you become a little girl, you like daddies! Fast-forward a couple of months later and they are begging us to let them be adopted by their daddy. For example, some men come in and they want to be regressed, fine. It does pose some ethical conundrums, mind you. Though in their state, I’m not sure where they’d go…Yes and sometimes people can come adopt you. One hundred percent voluntary, you have to sign yourself up and can leave anytime you want. It’s always put your girlfriend in her place this, turn your boyfriend in a baby that. And this is the great thing, in other institutions the client is never the one regressed. Mind you, they did not even know each other before coming here! Shows you can make plenty of friends here. That’s what you can expect at this establishment, using your diaper will feel like a real treat. ![]() You hear them giggling, don’t you? That’s because it’s funny to them to use their diapers. As you can see they are perfectly happy in our institution. ![]() “And this is Mick and Nick, or Mickey and Nikki as they are now called. There, the parking lot was filled with proud parents dropping off their grown, but regressed, children with kisses, diaper pats and hugs. At that point, Adele was not surprised when she was buckled in a baby seat and driven to college. Breakfast, yes, but also Adele’s lunch, which was neatly packed in a bright blue lunchbox with flowers drawn on it. Meanwhile, her mother was cooking downstairs. Not for a second did she question her dad picking her up, changing her and dressing her in a pair of cute overalls. In her mouth, a pacifier bobbing up and down as she flailed her legs to get all the soft sensations of duvet and padding that she could. So when she woke up in a crib, her excitement was through the roof. They would play and dance and do arts and crafts. Since what seemed forever, her ultimate fantasy was to wake up in diapers, go to school and find all her classmates just as well-padded as she was. She had always daydreamed about going back to childhood. In a few days, she would move out of the family nest and into a college dorm. Adele had a dream, or more accurately, she had a fantasy. ![]()
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