Anna Brat to Baby (Patreon)

 Written by Lena from the DiaperedXtreme team: 

Chapter 01

Anna softly blinked open her eyes (A beautiful combination of blue and green.) as she gently woke up. The morning sun slowly creeping in from behind the curtains, small rays of lightly seeped in - splashing color that began to light up the room in the early hours of the day. She slowly began to roll over her small slender body onto her back as she came to, clutching at the covers in a bid to keep warm as a soft breeze came through the window. The gentle peace was interrupted as her phones alarm began to ring a soft buzz rang through the silence of the room. Throwing a hand out from underneath her covers to silence it. She scowled, brushing her delicate short dusty brown hair from off of her picturesque face with her other hand whilst letting out a large exhale. Throwing off her covers Anna tentatively moved a hand down her soft delicate body. She let out a small defeated moan from the corner of her mouth as her hand came in contact with her thin cotton panties, gently she ran her hands over her crotch only to find for the first time since she was a child that she had wet the bed during her sleep.

Screwing up her pretty eyes she began to fidget in the cold damp mess she was only beginning to realize was there, whilst she stretched out her small eighteen-year old body - trying to wake herself up. She sat up, propping herself up with an arm as she felt the now cold damp against her gentle smooth skin, slowly she peeled back the remainder of the covers to reveal a large discolored spot on her bed sheets directly below where she slept confirming what had happened. A look of shock and a mischievous smile fell upon her face. Anna let out a sigh as she tussled her hair with one of her delicate little hands trying to wrap her head around what to do next. Turning slightly she firmly planted her feet on to the soft carpeted floor of her bedroom, feeling the long fibres softly brushing through her feet. She stood up from her bed and off of the damp sheets. Looking up her eyes met her reflection in the mirror, the short brunette woman clad in nothing but her obviously wet panties. There was no denying that she was an attractive young woman however in her current state It was doubtful anyone would feel the same way. Her cheeks began to burn a deep red as she glanced over her shoulder back towards her large bed, still doubting if she had truly done such a thing on purpose.  

Secretly, deep down somewhere inside her core she took pleasure in this. Anna had fantasied about this, about being treated like a misbehaving child. She wanted to be rendered helpless and have someone else make the decisions for her, she didn’t want to have to grow up and be an adult she just wanted to act like a childish brat. She’d spent many long nights warmly snuggled up in bed, her face illuminated by the gentle glow of her phone as she scrolled through Tumblr. It had all started when she stumbled upon a BDSM page, one thing led to another and the next thing she knew her eyes were met by a different page - her eyes began to wonder through pictures and captions of pretty women being forcefully regressed by their significant other.

At first, she didn’t understand what she was seeing. But night after night she kept coming back to the now book marked page and she began to delve ever deeper into her new-found fantasy. The idea of someone else taking control exited her, she often found her free hand wondering whilst she scrolled. Her mind danced around as she began to fantasize about someone regressing her. Over powering her small helpless body, being dragged over someone’s lap and having her butt roughly spanked for some childish mistake.

Anna wanted to have to kick and fight back only to end up as a sobbing mess with a bright red butt. She wanted to have someone dominate her and force her to become an overgrown baby - complete with a snug bright coloured printed onesie and matching fuzzy socks with a pair of training panties - with a childish design printed all over, to stop her so called “accidents” firmly secure beneath and accompanied by a large pacifier pushed into her mouth silencing any of her protests. How she craved this, all of this and so much more. Unable to go out and purchase these items herself or get them to be delivered she had hatched a plan to get herself regressed and the first step had included wetting her bed the previous night. Purposefully she had drunk way too much right before going to bed in a hope this would happen. Her next step however involved her dad finding out as she tried to “hide” what shameful deeds she had done. She let out a smirk as she got herself dressed for the day ahead. The sense of shame still washing over her - she fed on that feeling. She left her bedroom and quickly went for a shower, a wave of exciting energy running through her as she peeled off her stained underwear. She entered her room and placed her wet panties on her bed with her wet sheets as she got changed for the day. Anna purposely left her door open as she left her room, her wet clothes and sheets visible through as she left the house for the day.  

Chapter 02

   Her days at college were usually very uneventful, just another day like every other. Anna didn’t want to be there. Adulting was hard after all. Dreaming away the day she spent most of her time imagining her dad's thoughts upon finding her “accident” and how she would be punished when she got home. It made her heart speed up just thinking about all the naughty things she could do now to escalate her plan once she was home - however she was a little surprised her phone hadn’t lit up yet with texts of confusion and anger. Maybe he’d leave it till she got home she thought to herself walking out of her last class at the end of the day, the bell loudly ringing behind her signally the start of her route home. Again her mind raced as she walked down the high street and past the pharmacy proudly displaying packs of adult diapers in the windows almost calling to her. Oh how she wished she could wear them, she wanted to fight the feeling even though she knew deep down this was what she wanted all along. After a long hard spanking she wanted her bright red burning butt to be laid atop a thick soft crinkly diaper and to have it tightly pulled up and secured between her legs like a naughty child. She wanted to be forced to use it for its intended purposes too - her cheeks shot a shade of bright red as the thoughts consumed her. She had once again distanced herself from reality with her secret desire. The outfit she had specifically chosen this morning only indulged her further. A cute pink pastel t shirt covered with a pair of shortalls, knee height white socks with a red stripe at the top and a pair of low cut trainers. She added to her outfit by tying up her beautiful bronze hair with two bright colored scrunchies and a beaded bracelet she made when she was younger on her wrist. She was the picture of innocents, all that was missing now was the thick bulk of a disposable diaper obviously present with her thin denim shortalls doing little to hide it and a pacifier clipped to her shirt for her to suck on to silence her pre-prepared protests. Her mind was a whirl as she walked the rest of the way home. Waiting to see what her dad had in store for her.  

Anna practically ran the rest of the way home barely able to contain her excitement. Her mind still a hazed mess of thoughts and fantasies. She stopped briefly for a minute outside her house. Composing herself before walking on in. Her dad's car was not in the driveway so she assumed he was out only doing god knows what. Emerging through the door and quickly running up the stairs Anna quickly unstrapped her bag, practically throwing it against the wall. She stopped and looked at her bed, it had been remade from the state she had left it in this morning. The once darkened stained where she had had her “accident” this morning no more. An evil smirk graced her beautiful red beet embarrassed face as she came to the conclusion that if she hadn’t done it her dad - the only other person in the house - surely must-have. Gleefully she hopped onto her bed, not before examining her outfit in the mirror first and landing with a graceless thud. She produced her laptop and got on with her college work. (Anna was the sort of girl who liked to flaunt her little side as best she could - covering her expensive crisp white laptop in colorful babyish stickers.) she quickly plugged in her headphones and laid out flat on her bed ready to distract herself until her dad got home. She slowly started to aimlessly kick her legs around losing herself in a world of daydreams, a tendency she had begun to realize was that whenever she had begun to zone out she had begun to slowly bring a hand up to her face and begin aimlessly sucking her thumb in place of the pacifier she so desperately desired.   

Brought only out of her trance by the sound of the large front door opening and clicking shut in between the muffled sounds of footsteps against the doormat. She heard footsteps slowly getting closer to her room before her door creaked open. Her dad stood in the doorway wearing his office clothes. Anna stopped what she was doing and looked up at her dad with a large dumb smile and while eyes. “So good day?” Her dad asked almost suspiciously. Anna just responded by nodding her head “Yer good thanks! Why do you ask?” “Just wondering” was all he mentioned, his words trailing off as he turned around to leave the room. Anna just laid there for a minute almost dumbfounded “Why had he not said anything? Why weren’t things going as I had planned? This is how the plot usually progressed in all the stories I’ve read and how I’ve imagined it in my head. Why hasn’t he acted more... well more like the daddy figure I want him to be?” she thought with a sigh.

It wasn’t until later on that evening that the situation had changed. Anna wasn’t a girl who had been given what she wanted. As an only child growing up in a middle-class household “no” wasn’t a word she was familiar with. Her dad had always given her what she wanted. She sat there eating her food almost sulking inside, planning her next move. “Maybe I could pee myself again? Or maybe wet my panties during the day to really drive the nail in” she thought. She was ready to stand up and go to bed when her dad spoke. “Anna, sit down a minute.” He said whilst gesturing to the chair she had just stood up from. Anna tentatively sat down with a practised fake look of confusion on her face. “Finally,” she thought “This is it, this is the point of no return and no use backing out now,” she thought as she hid the excitement that was building up inside her.

She’d worked hard for this and now was the time to follow through - to grasp the chance to the life she’d always wanted. “I couldn’t help but notice this morning... you left your door open and well...” he stopped and paused for a second. “Oh yer...” Anna cut off almost sounding a mix of defeated and upset. She looked down at her feet, gently swinging them under the table in a childish fashion. “Is there something wrong? How long has this been going on?” Her dad genuinely sounded sympathetic and very understanding an angle that caught her off guard, she was hoping to be punished however she kinda liked this approach to her “accident” even more. It made her feel, safe and warm inside. “Umm just a while...” she returned in a more childish tone than usual really trying to drive the point home; avoiding his gaze. Her dad looked at her  “Why didn’t you say something? I’m not gonna be angry with you. It’s okay.” Sitting there hearing this she felt so helpless and small. She began to blush a deep shade of red and once more her mind began to jump. “It’s not something to be ashamed of. You don’t need to be upset.” he said with a sympathetic tone. Never realising she needed this intimate level of reassurance before she was overrun with emotion. Tears began to gather in the corners of her beautiful eyes and she softly began to sniffle. “Hey don’t worry. It’s okay pumpkin.” She smiled slightly at the childhood name her dad often used to call her when she was younger - truth be told she was still very fond of this name and occasionally yearned for it back. He continued “You know I’ll always support you no matter what it’s alright.” His tone was calming and relaxing, with every word coming out of his mouth she found herself becoming more and more regressed and ultimately more vulnerable. No longer an act - genuinely she felt so childish. “It’s only been like twice... twice a week for about a month now.” She managed to sob out between small sniffles and whipping her eyes with the back of her hands. Her head still down in defeat. Slowly she stood up and took a step towards her dad, her arms open, he returned her embrace tightly holding her against him. He only spoke again when her tears subsided and a small smile started to appear on her face. “I promise I don’t think any less of you for this. You know I’ll always love you no matter what.” He said gently cupping her face with his hands and looking down at her with a comforting look on his face. “Cmon it’s getting late, you better get off to bed.” He said turning away and beginning to clear the table. Anna turned to walk away and return to her room where she softly closed the door behind her and turned down the lights before stripping off her clothes once again showing off her stunning form before climbing into the warm embrace of her bed underneath her thick covers before turning off the lights and calling it a day.  

Chapter 03

  Despite the events of the previous night, the next day was pretty much the same as every other. Uneventful. (At least for the first half of the day.) Again Anna had another “accident” in her sleep. Waking up in her warm comfortable bed only to be met with a sharp cold and unpleasant sensation when she rolled over to wake up. Her precious little form damp from her own accord. She removed her wet clothes making sure to leave her sheets on full display with her ever-present “accident” on show obviously marked with a large wet patch on her sheets. Again she dressed in the most babyish provoking outfit that she could muster up. A thin pleated skirt with an accompanying pastel T-shirt, black necktie and knee-length plain socks with a red striped band around the top. She complimented her outfit by doing her beautiful delicate hair up before heading out the door.

College was a drag, just a long inconvenience to her day she thought. Her mind was just a mess of thoughts and emotions, nothing relating to her courses though. She slipped in and out of daydreams thinking about all of her regression fantasy’s and her new-found approach to being regressed. The gentle way, the caring way, the soft way she had begun to explore through various situations in her mind. She didn’t want to grow up and certainly didn’t want to adult, she just wanted to be treated like she used to be, and have the life she’d so desperately clung too from when she was younger. From all the people that tried to chat her up at college and throughout her school years she even doubted that any would be interested in her if they knew what she was really like on the inside, sure she was a beautiful young woman but would any man really want her as a babbling brainless child she wanted to act like? Perhaps not. She’d much rather her dad took care of her anyway. All the boys that hit on her weren’t even mature enough to take care of the delicate child she was. Her daydreams once again cut short by the ever-present clang of the college bell releasing her back into the real world - drawing her out of her fantasies.

Thankfully the torment of an adult life was slowly ending for the day once again as she picked up her bag, packing her belongings and stacks of notes. Before slinging the bag over her shoulder and walking out for the day. Through the large glass front of the reception back to her comfortable room where she was free to act any way that she wanted. She took several paces into the car park before she noticed something was off, she saw her dads car, this was unusual as he should be at work for at least another hour. She saw him step out slowly open the car door and gesturing out to her with the usual embarrassing “dad” wave he often did. Anna walked over to him tentatively with a hint of misgiving in every step that she took across the tarmac paved car park. “Shouldn’t you be at work?” She exclaimed, again still extremely suspiciously. “I’ve taken the afternoon off, I had to go into town and get a few things for dinner and something else as well...” he added, his tone changed between the two halves of his sentence which only made Anna more suspicion. Was this finally it? Was she finally going to begin the path she so desperately desired? “What other things?” She asked out of curiosity, trying to look past his large form and into the backseat of the car lines with bags. “Oh, you know just stuff. Stuff.” He responded with a sense of embarrassment in his tone which only fed into his daughter's suspicion further. Adding fuel to the fire as such. She walked over and climbed into the passenger side door, attempting to peer over the seats. Scanning the bags in the back but to no avail.

The tension was almost killing her for the duration of the drive home. The mood was cut when her dad spoke up. Turning down the car radio as if to emphasize whatever point her was about to make. “Anna, please don’t be mad with me but I saw you had another... well one of your issues this morning.” He spoke. “Oh yeah... I didn’t have time to change my sheets but I promise I’ll do it when we get back.” She retorted again trying to play the character she had so deviously created. “No need, it’s already done. I took care of it this morning.” He sharply replied to her statement. He let out a brief exhale before he continued. “Like I said please don’t be mad but... well I went into the pharmacy this afternoon and got something that might help with your problem for the meantime.” This was it. This was finally it. Anna had to try to mask her excitement and pure happiness that the first stage of her plan had worked. “What did you buy?” She asked with her fake suspicious tone. “Look... to save you washing the sheets every day and to help I went out and bought some protective pants.” He said with as reassuring tone as possible. Trying to contain herself Anna had to mask her tone. She quickly tried to sound disappointed with her dad when she spoke up. “What do you mean protective pants?” There was another brief pause before he answered her questions. “Well, the very nice person working there suggested that you might try Pull-ups for a while...” when he said this he seemed slightly unsure if it was the right thing to say. Anna once again changed her tone this time sounding angry. “You bought me fucking diapers?” She said. Even though inside this is exactly what she was working towards these past months when she had carefully crafted and auctioned her scheme. “Watch your tone, and they're not. They're just like pants only they have a little bit of extra padding put in…only in case you have any more issues...” he trailed off, he didn’t want to fight his daughter but just wanted what was best for her during this difficult period of “accidents.” “Oh no there still diapers. I’m not a baby I don’t need to wear diapers.” She uttered out. Her anger quickly turning to a tone of defeat. She began to slowly start to tear up “I’m an adult.” She muttered out between chocked sobs as the car pulled up to the driveway. “Please just at least give them a try hmm.” Her dad said in the soft reassuring tone she fell for the previous day. She felt her legs getting weak as he spoke. “Look I’m not trying to embarrass you... it’s just. Wouldn’t you rather try these instead of waking up in a wet bed every morning?” He asked as he reached back into the rear of the car and produced a shopping bag nestled among the rest. “It’s your choice at the end of the day.” He finished with before handing his daughter the bag and getting out of the car. Anna wiped away the false tears as she grabbed the bag before walking into the house. She’d done it. The first stage of her plan. She’d actually managed to do it! She couldn’t have been more pleased with herself. The question now stood her far could she take it.  

Chapter 04

   Anna rushed up to her bedroom with a large smile on her face, she barricaded herself in her bedroom as she quickly scrambled to lock her door behind her before almost tearing into the shopping bag she had recently just been given. She quickly threw the bag to the ground as her eyes were met by the site of a small pink rectangular package with a modest girly design on the front. She ran her hands across the smooth plastic exterior running her fingers across all the small bumps on the outside of the packet, savouring the moment that she had dreamed of for such a long time. Anna briefly paused before taking three fingers and ripping them across the tear line located on the top of the package to get at the contents within. She was instantly met by the subtle but yet still strong smell of baby powder as she opened the packet. She saw what looked to be folded fabric like training pants in two different colours. The print wasn’t obvious at this stage. Anna wasted no time as she quickly drew one out of the packet - admiring it to its full extent.

She once again began to work her small fragile hands against the smooth fabric-like texture on the garment, she flipped it over to revile the childish like design on the front panel. It was pink and lined with images of butterflies, perhaps fitting for a twelve-year-old but not a girl of her own mature age of eighteen. She began to blush, a deep set of red flushed her face as she began to slowly open the garment hearing it pull apart from its compressed state. Anna found no trouble in quickly pulling down her panties covered by her skirt and tossing them across the floor. She stood up tentatively across from her bedroom mirror briefly looking at her reflection before carefully stepping into what was essentially a glorified diaper. Slowly she brought it up her smooth golden legs, feeling the soft fabric material brush against her, emitting a small sound of excitement as she did. Her heart was racing with nervous excitement as she worked the diaper up her hips until it rested around her waist, Anna slightly adjusted the garment before pulling it up. Looking at her reflecting she was in a state of bliss. She suddenly felt calm and relaxed as she stared at herself in the mirror while holding up her skirt with one hand and running her hand over her pull-ups with another. She worked her fingers under the leg bands - snapping the elastic against the insides of her legs with a cheeky smile. Anna closed her legs feeling the small but still noticeable bulk between her legs as she moved about and a wave of bliss ran through her. The more she ran her hands over the fabric backed item the more vulnerable she became, she felt as if her adult life had begun to slip away from her as she’d entered a new stage of regression that she had never experienced before.

Anna looked up at her reflection; her childlike outfit doing little to help the image that greeted her eyes. She felt her legs start to uncontrollably shake as she struggled to maintain her composure. Looking down between her legs she could barely contain herself. She was still doubting that her plan had worked so effortlessly! She dropped her skirt while she closed her hand and began to press her thumb firmly against her lips. Her delicate lips slightly parted allowing her to work her thumb into her mouth that she quickly began to gently suckle on. Her other hand was still firmly pressed up against her crotch, holding the padded material as tightly against her skin as she could. Anna took a step back before collapsing onto her bed, her new panties shifting, crinkling with every move she made. She reached over to grab a soft toy she had always kept close since she was a child. Tightly grasping it with her free arm and bringing it close to her chest, she began to quickly slip into her new-found euphoric babyish state. Softly babbling to herself around her thumb still between her teeth. She’d taken the act this far the only question was how far could she further push her limits.  

Chapter 05

  That night was slowly becoming a recent memory it was one Anna wouldn’t forget in a long time. After showering off she stood in the middle of the room naked as she once again proceeded with pulling the same pair of pull-ups up her legs that she had been wearing a few hours earlier. She had thought that discarding two pairs in the morning might be a bit of a give away that she was having too much fun with her new underwear. She had removed her new padded underwear in a nervous hurry when her dad had called her down for dinner, she sat through an awkward dinner with her dad neither of them really talking as her dad still felt awkward still from the discussion earlier. As soon as dinner was finished Anna rushed into the bathroom to shower and then back into her room, now with her pull-ups around her legs it brought back the same overwhelming sensation that she had experienced earlier, she hoped that this feeling would never die down or leave her.

The hairs on her arms stood up on end as the soft cotton-like fabric grazed up her legs before resting on her petite hips, gently hugging her waist. The faint snapping of the fabric waistband as she brought it up to rest against smooth soft delicate stomach and the thin yet obvious padded bulk that rubber against here making her feel the ever-presence of the girly brightly coloured garment made ever more childish by the flowery pattern and pink and purple colour scheme dotted all over. She took hold of a baggy white shirt and pulled it over her head as she collapsed onto her bed with a satisfied sigh. She lay there in bed consumed by darkness of her room left only to her own thoughts and devices - she began to crave the need to wet it as she lay there In her soft cosy bedsheets making the petite girl feel even smaller and “little” in her own world. Anna wanted to feel the sensation and the humiliation of peeing herself and having the evidence ever preserved within the right absorbent confines of her childish panties and began to fantasise about how her dad would react to this. His daughter slowly waddling towards him with her pull-ups visibly wet, a tear in the corner of her sleepy eyes wanting nothing more than a gentle cuddle and some reassurance as she sat on his lap feeling her wet diaper rub against her, with her head buried in his shoulder as she began to gently sob while he ran his large rough hands gently through her hair whispering to her in that general fatherly tone she now needed to hear.

That, however, would have to wait she knew that if she rushed her plan that he would grow suspicious of her newly acquired panties. There in her bed, she remembered gently drifting off to sleep with one arm firmly clutching one of her soft toys close to her body feeling it’s artificial fluffy fur through her thin white shirt. She had hoped that one day she could purchase her own onesie - she had seen them shown off across the internet and she wished so hard she could be surrounded in such a soft fabric with babyish designs and a button-up crotch that gently hugged her pull-ups and hopefully future diapers. But for now, she only had her other hand to gently grasp at the garment squeezed between her legs as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning she had softly awoken from a gentle stir. It was nice to wake up in a warm soft and dry bed for a change now that the first stage of the plan had succeeded. As she began to slowly wake up to the growing rays of light that began to drag across her bedrooms soft carpeted floor she gently rolled over to her side with the faint rustle of her pull-ups present yet masked by the noise of her thick duvet. She reached out one of her beautiful long arms to reach for her phone and turn off her alarm whilst her other brushed down her body confirming she was actually wearing a pair of pull-ups as she was still in a state of disbelieve - stuck in a hyper-realistic dream but much to her luck she still felt the soft padding against her private area and the thin fabric that became tight against her waist as she turned. She still had some time before she needed to get up for college. Brushing her long flowing her from her face she laid there for a brief moment contemplating the events of the past day, her lift had begun to slowly creep towards that of all the fantasy story’s she had read online on versions kinky related websites. “Adulting was hard anyway.” She thought to herself - Anna just wanted to live out her dream of being a carefree baby to a loving daddy figure that would take care of her every need in a gentle maternal way as she blissfully played her days away with her array of soft baby toys, drinking from bottles and sucking on pacifiers, dressed in cute outfits and having ‘accidents’ In her diapers all without a care in the world.

As she got up and began to remove her first wet pull up that she had worn to bed last night, gliding the fabric down her legs. She didn’t want to lose the sensation that she was growing attached to, that of being a baby, during the day only to secretly indulge in it at night. She let out a gentle sigh as she discarded the item into her bedroom bin - a visible place in case her dad decided to check if she had any ‘accidents’ that night. After parting with what was the first of many new experiences she was going to live out she began to get ready for the day ahead, once more dressing in a cute but provocative outfit. A simple pastel T-shirt covered by her favourite pair of denim short all’s. Some cutesy knee-length socks and a pair of low cut black and white converse trainers. She messily tied up her long brown hair into a ponytail before grabbing her bag to leave for the day. She paused at her door however almost frozen to the spot as an idea came wandering into her mind. Anna was eyeing up the exposed bag of pull-ups she had left on the floor the previous night, they looked so tempting in their bright pink and purple packaging that seemed to oddly appeal to her so much. After contemplating it for a short moment she plucked one of the exposed pull-ups sticking out from the top of the packet and deposited the item quickly into her school bag stuffing it deep into the bottom as to keep it as far out of view as possible. Her idea entailed that if she felt brave enough she could have one on hand to quickly change into when she had a break if she needed another rush of that special feeling she desperately wanted.

Chapter 06

  The first half of Anna’s day at college slowly dragged by, she could think of so many places she would rather be and so much else she’d rather be doing than sitting on the hard uncomfortable chairs listening to boring lectures regarding information she’d never use after the end of college. She found herself struggling to stay focused - finding anything that she could to keep herself from putting her head down on the horrible cheap press board desks and going to sleep. She found herself twirling her pen between two fingers in a futile effort to get her mind to focus on the task at hand however she was unable to grasp the concept of today’s lectures and found herself constantly wishing to disappear back to her land of inescapable infantile fantasies, she still had her pull up in her bag - covered by all the textbooks and other equipment she needed for the day in an effort to conceal the item, never letting it see the light of day until she was truly sure she had enough confidence to walk down the halls to one of the bathrooms and submerge into one of the stalls and put on a pair of her special protective panties.

Again she found herself trying to hype herself up. Talking to herself, motivating herself. “What’s the worst that can happen anyway.” She thought to herself. Her clothing would defiantly conceal her new attire. “Plus they are quite thin so I doubt the outline would be that noticeable, right?” She continued.  Deciding enough was enough she got up out of her seat slinging her bag over her shoulder and began her walk to the bathroom knowing full well what she was about to do, every step she took felt like an eternity had passed. Time seemed to slow as she pushed open one of the doors to the bathroom stall, quickly she turned - liking the stall firmly shut behind her and making sure it was definitely locked only then did she slide off her clothing and her panties before replacing them with her new childish underwear. She paused for a second again as she reached into her bag. Feeling the soft gentle material graze against her fingers as she grasped the object slowly bringing it out into the open. Looking upon the childish design in all of its wonder and colourful glory only now outside the comfort of her bedroom did her checks begin to burn a shade of deep red realising the full force of the childish behaviour she had demonstrated in order to get to this stage of her plan already.

She slowly began to unfold the piece hesitating every time the material rustled and crinkled as she began to slowly separate the waistband knowing full well someone could enter the bathroom at any moment gave her some encouragement to pick up the pace. Slowly lifting one leg up and depositing it through the leg hole she savoured the moment and the feeling as she followed suit with the other. Feeling the inner soft material brush against her ankles as she began the slow careful process of pulling the garment up her legs, all while producing slightly muffled noises as she brought them up past her waist and snapped the material against her soft delicate skin as she removed her fingers from the inside of the waistband. Anna stopped for a minute, she had finally brought herself to put a pair of pull-ups on. Swaying her hips she felt the soft padding gently cling to her and ran a hand over the outer layer between her legs all whilst keeping on guard in case anyone entered the bathroom or into any of the neighbouring stalls. It felt so wrong... yet so right at the same time, a set of conflicting emotions. Sure they weren’t actually real diapers but they were the closest thing she had at the moment, she did badly want to wet them right here and now in the stall however she realised that if she burned through them too quickly she would draw suspicions from her dad- this one had to last her through tonight as well. If she had too many accidents her entire ordeal would become suspicious, she let out a brief sigh knowing full well the ability to wet them was still a short way off. She took one last glance down running her fingers over her new padded panties briefly pausing to cup her crotch as if she was checking to see if she had any accidents already before putting the remainder of her clothes back on. Her childish outfit made even more so by the humiliating secret it harboured beneath.

Anna took a deep breath, her hand began to shake as she cautiously unlocked the bathroom door as if taking her first steps into a brave new world. She walked over to the mirror to see if her pull-ups were noticeable under her outfit. But as she walked she was constantly reminded of what she was wearing feeling the padding bunch up and rub against her with every step she took. Staring into the mirror she caught a glimpse of herself, her beautiful face had gone red from embarrassment, her heartbeat was steadily decreasing back to normal after full well knowing that everyone she walked past wouldn’t even know about her childish secret, yet she still found that to be an uncomforting thought. Then and only then after checking herself over, running her hands over her outfit feeling the outline of her new panties beneath her clothes did she take about of confidence. The bell had just sounded signalling it was now Anna’s college's lunch break so that gave her a short while to compose her thoughts and herself. After a final check to be absolutely one hundred percent sure did she once again take a deep breath before emerging from the bathroom door.

Chapter 07

  Making her way to the pre-arranged lunch spot that Anna and whichever one of her friends happened to be at college that day would meet up at - she found that time seemed to slow with every step she took, even though she couldn’t see her reflection as she walked down the corridor she could feel her cheeks began to warm as she blushed uncontrollably. The fact she was getting away with her secret fantasy was enough of a power trip to her, never mind the eventuality she would strut the corridors of her college in one of her favourite outfits that made her feel regressed and cutesy with the addition of a pull up underneath. Admittedly she was quite paranoid that anyone who passed her by would hear the very faint sounds of her new panties as the material rubbed against both her and her clothing on top producing a rustle as the soft thin layer of padding moved around. Her brain definitely amplified the noise from her pull up as she walked.

She moved tentatively towards one of the outdoor courtyards. The weather had recently improved and to take full advantage of that Anna and her friends had decided to move their usual spot outside. Admittedly this would probably increase her mindset even further - one of the things she’d dreamt of doing within her own regressed world would be to be able to just simply play about outside without a single care. It was one of her favourite fond memory’s growing up, enjoying the summer sun in her back garden playing with her favourite stuffed animals or whatever other toys she had dragged down from her bedroom and how she wished to recreate it now that she had grown up as a way to escape back to a simpler time. Emerging through the heavy metal frame grass doors the sun quickly fell against her skin making her crack a smile from the corner of her mouth as she felt the warmth engulf her.  She wished that she didn’t have to attend college - she would be much more contempt with life fully regressed around the clock with every need taken care of. She wondered if there was a daycare centre or a nanny service for adults like her. Being an adult was hard. But at least she had finally begun her plan to change all of that.  

Anna walked the short way across the hard concrete paving stones towards the small wooden bench that was shaded under a large tree. She was slightly early today and had no one waiting for her yet. She imagined her friends were probably either buying food from any of the nearby vending areas or filing their various books bags and notepads in their lockers. This gave Anna a brief minute to herself so she used this time to quickly take time to feed and quell her regressional mindset before being forced back to the adult world. She sat down on the wooden bench feeling the soft fabric of the pull up against her.  She took out her lunch and began to eat. Breaking her food into bite-sized pieces - imagining being stuck in a high chair and having a daddy figure feeding her lunch piece by piece as if she was a literal child. She ate piece by piece all the while laughing and smiling to herself in her own infantile way as she imagined having her daddy figure talking to her like the baby she desperately wanted to be in a sweet soft tone all the while she ate her food bite by bite. Her fantasies were however interrupted by the arrival of two of her friends who she made space for clearing the bench of her empty wrappers and containers. As she shifted down the bench she was reminded of what she was wearing underneath once again lighting up her face a bright red colour. “Interrupting anything?” One of them spoke up asking in a sarcastic tone before sitting down beside her. This was Holly, Holly, for the most part, was a good friend of Anna’s - matched nearly equally in beauty and height, distinguished by her long flowing dark hair. The pair had been friends for a good few years and had slowly begun to get to know each other and hang out after sharing a class together in secondary school. She was a nice girl always kind to Anna and always up for anything the two might plan out whether that be a day trip out and a quiet night in for the both of them. “Still up for this evening?” She asked. “Tonight?” Hesitantly replied Anna slightly perplexed and trying to remember. “Yer studying at yours? It was your idea. For next weeks test. You said you wanted someone to help you practice and revise?” The other girl remarked. In all the events that had recently unfolded due to her plan over the past couple of days, she had completely forgotten her prior arrangements. “You hand forgotten right?” Commented the second of the two new young women. This was Amber - Another one of Anna’s good friends, though new to her friendship circle the two had grown quite close fast, Amber was also quite beautiful - fairly short compared to the other two with shortcut blonde hair and also seemed to sport an expensive taste in clothes, but nevertheless an equally friendly woman. “Yer sure why not, meet me at mine after class?” Replied Anna, trying to stutter out her words trying unconvincingly to convey to her friends that she had definitely remembered. “See ya later then.” Holly spoke up with a smile. It was then the realisation had crossed Anna’s mind at exactly what she had done. She still had a discarded pull up from the previous night very obviously displayed in it’s used condition in the clear plastic bin in her bedroom for all to see If that wasn’t apparent enough she still had the rest of the packet fully on display on her bedroom floor. “K see you both later.” Amber replied, and as quickly as the conversation had ended the bell had begun to loudly ring out signally the beginning of afternoon class. The two girls had walked away leaving Anna to pack her things and gather her thoughts. She couldn’t ask her dad to do anything as he was at work and her classes finished roughly after her friends so even if she took the bus back home she wouldn’t have time to hide her secrets before her friends arrived at her door, if they weren’t already waiting outside that was. Anna didn’t want to expose her secret fantasy’s nor did she wish for anyone to ever find out. Despite the relationship she had with her friends she knew that she could never live this down. “Anna the baby.” “Anna the adult who still needs training pants?” “The adult that still has nighttime accidents.” Something had to be done. She had a few hours to devise and execute a plan. Her mind began to race as she left the bench and proceeded back to class with the familiar feeling of the pull up between her legs.

Chapter 08

  In a desperate bid to protect her very embarrassing secret world of fantasy’s and not out herself to her friends about her desire to act like a helpless infantile child who isn’t capable of rational thought or has to go to the bathroom in her pants without warming due to the fact that secretly she was and always has been a baby she quickly rattled off a text to her friends the moment she sat down in class

“Guys I’m not feeling well.” She wrote in her text message furiously tapping away under the desk on her phone as fast as her fingers could move. “Can we do this some other time?” She asked trying to play it off and not expose herself to her friends.  She anxiously waited for someone to reply waiting for that message that would spare her from such an embarrassing fate. Then just like that her phone lit up in her hands “Oh no - not getting out of revising that easily.” Holly replied leaving an emoji at the end with its tongue sticking out in a gesture of comedy. “No guys I’m serious,” Anna responded, her phone clicking away as she typed her worry beginning to rise with every second that slipped away. “You were fine like 15 mins ago. Stop trying to get out of this.” Amber had added to their group text chat. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like there was any way for her to worm her way out of this entire situation that easily. She was amazed at how easily her fantasies could be played against her.

Granted Holly was a professional babysitter in her free time to be able to afford various bits and yes she had to admit that thought had crossed her mind and she had played with the idea of Holly spending a night taking care of her and treating her like a child - making sure she had eaten, done her homework and checked her training panties to make sure they were still dry before sending her off to bed at a reasonable time but looking back on that now it might slowly become a reality quicker than she thought and how she wished now that such thoughts hadn’t occurred in her mind. Her worries began to grow as she slowly began to lose hope in finding a resolution.

As soon as the class bell went Anna quickly grabbed her things before leaping up from her desk and practically sprinted out of the building, she knew that before her regular bus home there was usually one that came earlier, the only issue being she would have to really sprint for it to make it, this was not helped by her need to go to the bathroom before heading home like she did most days but in order for her friends to not find out her embarrassing secret, she would have to suppress that urge. As she sprinted across the courtyard and around the next corner to the bus stop she had forgotten in that brief moment that she was still wearing her training panties - as she ran she was reminded of this as the soft material bulked up and rubbed against her inner thighs. Admittedly it did feel nice in a strange way to her. As she neared the bus stop her heart sank as all that greeted her was an empty road ahead, she was about to give up when she saw it round the corner. As long as the driver wasn’t in a particularly slow mood like most where her secret would still be safe

She nervously watched the scenery change from out of the bus window while her need to go drastically became more urgent. The pressure was rising.  In a split second reaction, she pressed her hands deep into her crotch in a futile effort to ease the building pressure. To a passer-by she defiantly looked like an oversized child, clad in such an outfit and only made more apparent by her actions, if she was an adult really she would have gone to the bathroom before she left instead of a defiant child who claimed they could “hold it.” If anyone knew what she was wearing underneath her childish clothing that would definitely reinforce the image.  As the bus halted to a stop Anna quickly pushed her way off normally she wasn’t this rude and would politely wait her turn however today was different she thought to herself as no one else knew about her state of urgency. As she came to her front door she quickly produced her key frantically trying to mash it into the lock and unlock the door.  

Once inside she was faced with a dilemma. Run to the bathroom and rise her friends turning up at any moment or hide her shame full secret upstairs and risk having her first genuine accident since her whole plan had been set in motion. After a brief glance at the clock on the wall confirming she had to either choose one of the options Anna chose the latter, dumping her bag in the doorway and admit running up the stairs and flinging the door to her bedroom open. There was the bright-coloured packet on the floor where she had left it that morning and the discarded garment from the previous night invisibly on display in her bedroom bin. The bright floral patterns on the material only making the garment more obvious. Without hesitation, Anna plucked it out of her bin - her face a deep red from the explosive bout of exercise and also the realisation that she - an adult - still desired to wear such a thing intended for children. Her heart stopped as she heard a knock at the door, frantically picking up the package in her other hand and hurling them both in the back of her wardrobe she took a brief moment to compose herself as she slammed the old wooden doors shut before calling out and proceeding down the stairs.    

Chapter 09

  Despite the increasing pain slowly mounting in Anna’s bladder she shook off the feeling and politely opened the door with a smile on her face as she greeted her friends. “Sorry would have been here a bit earlier but had to go home and pick up some stuff. I cannot stay all night as I’ve been asked to work tonight.” Exclaimed Holly as she walked through the door, a large bag slung over her shoulder. “What’s in the bag?” Anna responded in a curious tone almost enticed. “Oh ya know just baby stuff. Ya know, for the kid I’m sitting later.” To which Holly responded. “What sort of baby stuff?” Anna had asked with a visible tone of curiosity and an expression of intrigue had set upon her face. “The usual, ya know wipes, diapers the like.”

“Anyway come on no more distractions.” She continued. As Anna gestured for her to come inside. To which Holly accepted dumping her bag in the corner, just inside the doorway next to Anna’s school bag that had been thrown there only moments prior, and with that, the two girls proceeded upstairs. “Oh that reminds me, Amber's running a little late as well. She’s still coming - she said to tell you that she’ll be here in about half an hour.” Holly exclaimed following Anna up the stairs. As long as she could keep her friends occupied and away from her wardrobe she should be relatively safe and not have to risk exposing herself, thought Anna. Although concerned and carefully planning her every move and gesture she still maintained a happy friendly smile on the outside as she would to her friends if it was just another day.

Every step Anna had taken up the stairs really put pressure on her already full bladder. She knew however that in order not to arouse suspicious she would have to facilitate her guests a while longer before slipping away even then she didn’t want to leave them alone as she had the irrational fear that if she left them to their own devices that might stumble upon her secret. Once arriving in her room the girls produced their notes and books and began to study all the while Anna tried so desperately to compose herself and not have a genuine accident, she did realise that she was still wearing one of her pull-ups underneath her outfit as she hadn’t changed out of it earlier - nor did she have time to so the reassurance of the gentle soft material between her smooth petite legs did offer some peace to her, she knew that if she was to relief herself the sounds of her doing so would be a dead give away. Additionally, the outline of a sodden pair of training panties under her outfit could be quite noticeable, in all the fantasy stories she had read this had been the case - she didn’t know if this was true as she’d never experienced something like this before. And what if it leaked? Anna began to think. Despite being a petite woman already these weren’t exactly designed for people her age, though she was able to fit in them she doubted that it was enough to hold her accident.  

She knew that she had to get to the bathroom fast otherwise she would end up having an accident - the study session seemed to drag on with no end in sight. She tried not to uncomfortably shift around as she knew that even though the pull up she secretly wore under her clothes was quite thin it still made a distinctive sound as she rubbed against it. Unlike earlier in the day with lots of other noises of the busy world around her, here in her room however there was virtually none of that. Just the sounds of notebooks and pens clanking around and the springs in her bed moving that the two of them sat on. Anna felt a slight bit of relief from her nagging bladder as she tightly clasped her legs together trying to suppress the need once again. Anna had however snapped out of her thoughts once she heard the doorbell ring. “Would you mind getting that while I quickly go to the bathroom?” Anna asked politely as the two girls stood up. This was her moment to make her desperate break. Quickly racing to the bathroom before her friends could have a chance to return to her room, she did begin to feel the pain die down a little as she quickly marched herself to the bathroom. There she double-checked the door was locked before practically throwing her outfit off to use the toilet. She was scared and concerned when she pulled her pull-ups down to reveal a wet spot on the front. As she sat on the toilet and finally emptied her bladder with a slight moan of pleasure she looked down at her stained underwear concerned. Granted this is what she had always wanted but not like this and not now, not here she thought. She couldn’t take it off as that would be another object she had to hide and her bathroom didn’t offer anywhere really to hide such a brightly coloured flamboyantly designed garment. After hearing both her friends return up the stairs Anna had no choice but to pull them back up as if there were just a normal pair of panties and endure them for the rest of the evening until her friends left and she had some privacy to change herself.  

After putting her clothes back on and pull up her now slight damp pull up with a wince, Anna went to quickly rejoin her friends. After another polite smile and brisk conversation they all started to study again, Anna however slowly sat down on the corner of her bed - screwing up her face as she felt the damp padding gently brush up against her. She shifted slightly trying not to move much and accidentally alert her friends. Once again Anna had zoned out (Passively nodding to her friends with the occasion “yes” or “no” her body going into autopilot mode.) she was much more concerned with the current state of her underwear, despite her pull-ups had grown cold and damp and admittedly it was slightly uncomfortable but the young woman somehow felt herself become fixated with the now soft squishy bulk between her legs. It made her private areas feel wet but slowly she found herself being more accustom to the feeling - almost enjoying it. Granted Anna has never wet herself before nor did she plan on doing so this early on however the feeling grew on her. She found that over the course of the evening she would realise without thinking about it that she had begun to methodically rock her hips back and forth, only a small motion but enough to get her attention. The cycle only broke when her friends left later that evening. Holly had to go to work and Amber called it a night and had gone home to eat for the night. After slightly waddling down the stairs after them and wishing them off Anna was left with her thoughts again, she had begun to grow slightly flustered at the thought of her own actions but still wanted more. She knew fully setting herself at this point was too soon but now with this new feeling of arousal starting to slowly but surely build from a sense of pleasure she had never experienced before it did leave the beautiful petite young woman wanting more.  

Chapter 10

 Admittedly Anna wasn’t looking forward to having to spend the night in her pull-ups. (The same pair she had worn for the majority of the afternoon, it was the same pair that was now slightly damp after near having an actual accident during her study session this evening.) she had contemplated not wearing them to bed tonight but she didn’t want to run the risk of her dad checking on her only to find her “special bedtime panties” on the floor and risk exposing the truth – this was all orchestrated by her, she didn’t have a small bladder problem at all. This was all her doing. Anna’s master plan. Weighing up both sides of the argument and to not burn through her very limited supply too quickly. (Using more than at least one a day.) she knew she had to take things slow, yes it frustrated her now but she knew in the long term that it would pay off in her favour.

After showering later that evening she returned to her room to dry herself off. Water gently tricking down her perfect slim form, gently moving down every smooth curve. Her light skin glistening like a chandelier, as she got her clothes ready for the evening she blushed slightly (a soft red glow as her hands brushed against the bunched up bulk of the soft fabric of her slightly used pull-ups she that had thrown aside a mere half-hour before. Unfortunately, she wasn’t done with them yet for the day.) her adult mind started to slowly crumble away from the day as she began to unwind for the evening. She no longer had to pretend to be a grown-up today. No more responsibilities until the dawn of a new day.  She stood there for a second admiring herself in her naked form in her large rectangular bedroom mirror. Her young picturesque appearance, a true form of beauty. Young and attractive. Her adult appearance slowly began to slip away as she daintily stepped into her new panties for the night (Her used pull-ups.) and began to slowly pull them up.

Anna slowly looked up bringing her gaze up to meet that of the figure standing in the mirror. Her body now resembling that of an overgrown child, standing there in nothing but her slightly damp panties. She felt her skin burn up as the damp padding made contact and began to rest against her delicate young skin. How anyone would find her attractive in this state she thought to herself as she turned slightly to pick up the rest of her clothes off of her bed behind her and continue to dress. First pulling up her shorts over the top of her pull-ups – despite how much she pulled against the fabric or tried to hoist them up they were unable to cover up her childish secret. Standing there in her somewhat tight and skimpy “adult-ish” shorts with the waistband of her such childish panties protruding from underneath. The bright childish colours contrasting against the black and white of her grown-up clothing. With the weather heating up outside her usual shirt had been substituted for something a little more appropriate for summer. She picked up one of her favourite loose-fitting shirts that she had brought up and knotted halfway up. Exposing a good portion of her stomach, her perfect skin on full display. She finished off her evening attire by taking up her long flowing hair in both hands and bringing it up to tie it up behind her into a messy ponytail and tying it off.  

Before heading off to bed for the night she decided to go downstairs for a snack as she was feeling hungry, as she walked out of her room and down the stairs she felt the soft damp bulk of her pull-ups begin to gently rub up against her private areas. It hadn’t really bothered her much today as she walked around all day. But now it was damp and cold and it did cause her some minor discomfort. However through all of this, it somehow felt good. In a strange way. (Though she didn’t particularly like the feeling she somehow found a weird sense of arousal coupled a strange sense of comfort.) despite her newfound mix of emotions she still pushed on, continuing on her way. Once downstairs and upon entering the kitchen she began to rummage through the various cupboards looking for something to satisfy her wants. Occasionally squatting down accidentally exposing more of her childish underwear to anyone who might be there to see.

“Still up?” A voice questioned from behind her to which Anna shot up to her feet, tense and slightly on edge. Only to ease off once she saw her dad walk through the kitchen doorway – he had probably only just gotten back from work, he does often stay late, reassured the young woman to herself. But for a moment Anna just stood there, silently. “You know I’m only joking.” He continued, hanging up his coat on the rack and taking his shoes off in the process before sitting down at the kitchen table, producing a laptop from his work bag and already setting his work station up at home for another late night. “Are you alright? It’s rare I catch you this quite.” He reassured her with a friendly smile, gazing up at his daughter from his seat. After slowly walking over to him – again still without uttering a word she stopped again for a second before proceeding to gently wrap her arms around the back of his neck and began to slowly lower herself until she was comfortably seated on his knee. Giving off a slight wince as she felt the small damp spot ride against her.

He began to speak again as she proceeded to bury her face into his shoulder. “What’s wrong sweet girl? You alright?” He asked now slightly concerned. Anna continued not to talk only giving off a slight indication in the form of a small nod. She found his words reassuring and kind in a way she had begun to want more and more the further she explored her regressed state – reevaluating what she wanted. Sitting there neither spoke a word for a good minute instead enjoying the gentle embrace of each other. The gentle rise and fall of their chests falling into a tandem. Though not part of her initial plan she craved this moment, this was the closest state of regression she could currently archive. Sitting there in her dad's lap in a pair of damp pull-ups just being held and reassured like the inner child she desperately wanted to be – a moment she clung too for all of its innocence.

The silence was peaceful and beautiful a truly genuine moment between the two of them. She wanted to slowly fall asleep as she still grasped him however she knew it would seem quite strange. (As if having his daughter still sitting on her dad's lap at her age wasn’t considered enough already.) her dad brought about a general sense of calm and warmth she was unable to achieve anywhere else and although not wanting the moment to end, Anna knew she had to get up and get herself off to bed sometime before she actually fell asleep of her own accord “Night dad.” She spoke in a soft gentle loving tone. “Good night sweet girl.” He replied, his tone mimicking that of hers as she slowly stood up and spoke before trotting off back to her room. She was thankful that he was so supportive of her throughout her little “predicament” and knew that if she didn’t push the boundary’s too far and too fast that her plan might have a chance of succeeding but with the added bonus of having her dad baby her till her little heart was content. Still being early days yet though she thought as she climbed into bed for the evening, she’d have to keep a close watch on the situation as things would inevitably begin to change later on down the line she continued in her head as she switched off her lights. But she was grateful to have a dad like him in her life, he was always the supportive type no matter what had happened in the past, and it was to those memories that made her smile before gently drifting off into a peaceful night sleep.  

Chapter 11

 The next morning Anna awoke from a long night of deep peaceful sleep, gently blinking her dark eyes open to welcome the next day. The light had already begun to fill her room as the morning dragged on in, this was accompanied by the sudden startling sound of her alarm. She aimlessly batted the floor around her bed, halfheartedly trying to turn off the incessant blurting of her alarm clock. After a short while of flailing the harsh noise subsided and gave way to beautiful momentary silence.  This was short-lived as the sounds of the already alive outside world seeped in. The noise of cars driving past, birds in the trees and a gentle breeze coasted through another bright and clear morning. Slowly drawing herself out of her sleepy state Anna took a deep breath all whilst trying to remember the plots of dreams she had created mere hours ago – now all reduced to fragmented blurs. She started to move around under the warm comforting embrace of her heavy thick duvet the young petite women found herself rubbing the sodden crotch of her pull-ups against her mattress.

Slowly and in rhythm, she found almost without realising she had begun to grind her crotch against the damp garment now desperately clinging to her slender hips. Granted before she slept last night the thick padding that was rubbing against her most private areas was already slightly damp – however waking up this morning that had certainly increased, it felt heavy and thicker this morning than it had the previous night. She let herself continue for another minute – letting out small groans and half-asleep moans as she went. Enjoying the bulky sensation and the slight warmth. She picked up the pace slowly getting a little faster and grinding her hips the little deeper into her bed, feeling the soft fabric rubbing against her skin and cling to her hips, her whole body gently moving in rhythm. She let out another quite submissive moan before throwing off her covers and rolling onto her back – yes she hadn’t had a release in a while now and her frustration had begun to grow, however, she knew she didn’t have time this morning for that sort of fun, she wouldn’t have time to finish without being late, in addition to this she didn’t want her dad finding out. Anna still wanted to maintain the act that her wetting “issue” was completely out of her control – still playing the innocent victim card in her dad's eyes. She didn’t want him to stumble upon such a dirty deed that gave away the impression she was enjoying it, let alone orchestrated it if he came in to empty her bedroom bin while she was at college for the day or out doing other things.

As she rolled over she tussled her long flowing hair through one hand as she sat up, trying to compose herself. She sat there for a minute contemplating getting out of bed listening to the ever-evolving sounds of the outside world before making her decision. With a small sign and a half-awake expression on her face, Anna turned herself around slightly and planted her feet on the floor, twitching her feet against the soft floor carpet, feeling it brush between her toes. She stood up with a small grunt and stood there for a moment in a bid to compose herself. Anna briefly trotted across her bedroom floor letting out a soft yawn and stretching out her smooth slender legs with every step she took as she made her way to the bathroom. (After making sure the door was locked.) She began to strip off her clothes she had worn to bed and turned to the mirror, if it wasn’t for her developed adult features in her reflection, the young women standing in the mirror staring back at her looked nothing more than a large toddler complete with sodden training paints and all. She took a moment to look herself over, gently moving her beautiful body in the mirror, slowly swaying her hips as she admired the state of her training panties. Admittedly the childish design was still slowly growing on her. Although this was what she had wanted she still wanted to feel like a sexy young independent woman for the time being – savouring her image before being completely transformed back into a baby she thought to herself as she showed off. Her damp training panties she had tossed on the floor slowing serving as a visual reminder of what was to come.  

After she had finished showering, Anna had walked back into her room to pick an outfit for the day. The warm water glistening against her skin creating a light glow as she stood in front of her mirror debating the same topic that she did every day. Once again she was left with a choice: slutty, childish or a mix of both. Anna wasn’t feeling too reserved today and had decided to push herself a little more out there. After some contemplation, the young girl chose both. Something subtle that satisfied her desire to act and dress childishly during their period of her plan – as if she was gently lowering herself into her new role day by day and yet still being a little revealing flaunting her perfectly kept body. Walking over to her wardrobe she pulled out a pastel pink small mini skirt and a pair of knee-high white cotton socks with a small stitched pink band that formed a line around the top. Additionally, she went with a small low cut white t-shirt exposing a small amount of her chest, and a thin demon jacket to go over the top, she completed her outfit again like she did most days by tying up her hair in a ponytail using a bright-coloured scrunchie that made her feel younger or more “little” as she deemed to herself as she finished getting dressed, she plucked her phone from its charging port and her headphones off of her desk before placing them in her jacket pocket. Before picking up her bag she had to sort the pile of clothes she had dumped after her morning shower – a simple enough task. Clothes in the hamper in her bedroom corner and her pull-ups in the bin.

This however made her stop and think, dare she take another pair of training panties with her today? What was stopping her putting on a pair right now she thought as her heart began to race, beating harder through her chest. Granted she did like the feeling and the sensation of being a secret baby around her friends and fellow students – on the downside though she again didn’t want to burn through them too quickly or risk getting caught, she was wearing a mini skirt after all. Deciding to bite the bullet; her heart rate increased and a deep red blush broke out across her cheeks as she bent over to retrieve a pair from the packet she had attempted to hide away at the back of her wardrobe the previous night, intensely listing to the sounds of the thin outer material as it crinkled against the outside of the thin plastic packaging and the slight rustle that was produced as the object was pulled from its place. Anna took a moment to admire the garment, running her soft delicate fingers against the soft outer surface. Almost becoming entranced gazing at the childish patterns and brightly coloured – yet equally childish design. She did feel a bit embarrassed having a desire to subject her to such an uncommon desire but that thought was soon washed from her mind as she took the item and like the day before quickly buried it in the bottom of her school bag (Her childish secret hidden under all of her adult responsibilities.) as she slung her bag over her shoulder took one last glance in the mirror to make sure her outfit was deemed perfect by her own standards before heading out of her bedroom once again to greet the new day.  

Chapter 12

After (once again.) taking longer than usual to dress herself this morning - planning her outfit like the perfectionist she was while taking her time adjusting every small detail so it fit her perfectly (to her standards.) before deciding to finally face the day Anna was already running slightly late, she did additionally want to stop along the way on her walk this morning to go and purchase herself a coffee before her first class of the day (and the coffee shop was kinda on her route anyway - minus the slight detour.) that pushed her time frame even further back. Due to this reason, she decided to skip breakfast this morning, thinking to herself that she’ll pick something up along the way; before picking her keys up off the side where she had dumped them the previous day and proceeding out of the door. It was another clear warm day outside - the weather was calm, the sky was bright and a faint gentle breeze washed over the streets. Feeling the warmth against her smooth delicate slightly light bronzed skin made her smile. (Her petite figure illuminated by the glowing morning light.)

The world was a noisy place, the sound of cars rolling past, and pedestrians making their way about before being drowned out of Anna’s head as she proceeded to put her headphones on listening to music as she went along on her way. Once again drowning her thoughts with her childish playlist that she often listened too to help her have a slight glimpse of her regressed headset that she desired and loved too much, she couldn’t help but think forward into the near future once her plan had evolved and eventually succeeded. Despite her confidence the previous day Anna still had her doubts about wearing her new training panties that she so desperately “needed” publicly yet. Being a reserved person that was one of the biggest challenges she was yet to face at this current time. However, the young women knew that if she was to sell the act she had to familiarise herself with this and become more confident in wearing them. It was one thing to wear them among the comfortable atmosphere of her own bedroom but wearing them out and around other people was an entirely different experience. She was incredibly anxious the other day about subtly wearing her training panties under her clothes so she couldn’t imagine the stress and constant worry of people finding out what was underneath her clothes - especially when wearing something as skimpy and revealing as what she was wearing today. Her cheeks lit up and felt warm at even the thought of this. Was it too late however to go back or had she gone too far already? She wondered. Yes her dad was very understanding about the whole situation and was very supportive of his young daughter regardless but what would others think? More importantly, what would her friends think of her? Would they be as supportive or would they ridicule her instead? Trying to push out these negative thoughts though, Anna tried to focus on the positives. Yes, all those factors were very real however there were so many benefits too. This was something that she genuinely wanted and so much more - something she had dreamt about for a long while and waited ever so patiently for this day and moment to arrive. Being regressed weather forcefully or by choice was always such a rush to think about, she longed to be regressed into a helpless baby and she yearned for the delicate care and attention that came with it. Not to mention all the cute clothes and accessories that came with it. For instance on a day like today, instead of walking to her classes in her conventional outfits and attire, she could instead have been lovingly dressed up by her dad or “daddy” before she started her day in a cute white t-shirt with pink trims and cutesy girly childish patterns and designs. This coupled with the addition of a cute slim figure-hugging skirt and thin white tights (on a hot day like today.) made her heart melt. Her outfit could be completed with a pair of small black dress shoes, her hair done up all pretty and not to forget being made to wear her training panties or an actual diaper underneath. That was what completed it for her - she was only a baby, she was bound to have accidents, and she was too immature to make it to the bathroom herself, she would be forced to make all of her little accidents and messes right there and then all within the confines of her pants, it wasn’t her fault she was just too little. Having to waddle around all day in whatever accidents and messes she had made herself until someone came to check her and change her. The idea of having a thick bulky padded diaper in her pants made Anna feel so warm inside, to have that level of safety and security but to also be so carefree at the same time was what she craved most. The innocence, the embarrassment and the sheer love and affection all rolled it one was what she lived for most. She wouldn’t have to worry about walking either she thought to herself. Either being pushed around while safely restrained within the privacy of her own stroller tightly secured in so she wouldn’t fall out. Her petite form secured in by the numerous buckles. Tightly kept against her; or alternately being paraded around closely held to her daddy’s chest, feeling the loving embrace and a firm hand underneath her safely padded behind, strongly held in place for the world to see her - the picture of innocence.

Those goals however well still way into her future she had to focus on the present for the time being. Now running low on her first packet of training panties she knew she had to at least wet one of them (even if only slightly. Like the one she had on the previous day.) to secure more in her future and to continue her act that she was still having “issues” keeping her panties dry while she slept at nights. She knew she couldn’t wet to many too fast nor could she leave all of them dry - she had to find the right point that she would slowly but surely tip in her favour as time pushed on until she reached a breaking point, how far would her dad be willing to support her and would he ever reach a point where her little act had gone far enough? She pondered on her adult thoughts with her childish music softly playing in the background through her headphones until once again she was pulled into reality at her slight detour before heading off to class.

As she pushed open the door to the coffee shop hearing the small bell above ring out she was almost engulfed by the smell - that strong distinct smell of coffee beans, no matter how often she ventured inside for one reason or another it was a smell that could never be replicated elsewhere and always made her feel joyous upon arrival. It was but one of the many ways she liked to treat herself every once in a while - it was something she very much enjoyed. Despite her regressed dreams and desires, she knew that baby Anna still had to receive her regular coffee fix she playfully joked with herself as she went up the counter the place her order. That was something she refused to live without. She wondered while standing there in line how she could make this work out for herself in the long term. She certainly doesn’t want to have to pick and choose between either one. Perhaps she would be fortunate enough to be treated like a big girl and would have the privilege of drinking from a normal cup - but such a baby shouldn’t be trusted, she continued. She might break it or spill it all down herself, such a young girl wouldn’t know any better. Alternatively, she could be given a plastic cup to drink from or lovingly receive it straight from the teat of her own bottle - that was something else she absolutely adored was the concept of being bottle-fed by someone (preferably her daddy.) it was such an intimate concept she desperately wanted in her life, it along with her other fantasies reinforced the idea that she was too “little” to handle herself and needed everything done for her. She craved that tender deep bond that she would one day - have but as she picked up her cup off of the counter and walked out - proceeding to her classes for the day, it was yet again quite a distant fantasy. One day though all her dreams would come true.

Chapter 12

As soon as Anna had stepped foot in college that morning the day had begun to slowly drag, almost as if time itself began to slow. Anna could only think of the long list of things she would rather be doing with her time than stuck inside listening to class after class of lessons that she rarely paid attention to anyway, it’s not that she herself was a bad student only that what she was being taught was no interest to her – it was for that reason she didn’t seem to care. Slowly losing interest further and further as the days went by. Doing the bare minimum requirements to stay afloat in her classes (jotting down only the most crucial notes, spending the smallest margin of time studying at home and turning in papers and assignments that barely hit the word counter and hazily described the subject she was writing about.)  While she waited and planned her time until she could unveil her master plan. Lectures and classes were too grown up for her, she’d had enough of adulting – just over fifteen years of it had been enough almost bordering too much for the young women. She didn’t have much of a desire to go to university later on in her life, she would much rather spend her days living out her blissful infantile fantasy without a worry nor care in the world.

The bright weather continued to beam through the small dilapidated and poorly maintained windows, blocked by what seemed to be years of ignored marks and stains from previous students gone by, this in itself further distracted Anna. The young women sat there uncomfortably on the hard plastic chair taking notes against the old rough wooden tables that passed for desks, she was trying to distract herself (thinking of all the things she much rather be doing.) zoning out – appearing distant. Sitting there chewing at the end of her pen in a bid to try and squeeze every ounce of regression into her small childish mind, trying to block out the adult world she often dreamed that she owned her own pacifier to quell her oral fixation instead (She always had something in her mouth.) and much rather have something safe and intended for chewing on than a hard plastic cheap pen that would inevitably damage her teeth the longer she kept it up. She could only imagine what the sensation would feel like, to have such a soft malleable object safely tucked away within the warmth of her mouth and the comforting feeling on always having something there should her fixations ever arise. Anna could only begin to fantasise about the many brands or themes she might one day eventually in the distant future be lucky enough to own and call hers. She had seen plenty online in various different places: superstore and pharmacy websites, kink related social media accounts and on quite a few adult fetish stores.

She had saved a few links on private pages she hoped to god no one else came across, her “dream” pacifier collection is how she referred to it. Anna was always taken aback by the sheer volume that seemed to be available to her, to have at any point she wanted yet that also seemed so far away at the same time. She could count the number of times she had almost caved into her desires, wishing to dive deep and explore her kinks but always after lengthy debate stopped herself. Not willing to run the risk of being caught whenever she scrolled through these certain websites but the vast scale of different colours and patterns always seemed to mesmerise her, she was fascinated and fixated but always felt a little shameful with the idea that something so infantile and babyish brought her so much joy and happiness – she had a shortlist of her favorites: an adult one in solid baby pink that just seemed to call to her, so simple and kinda traditional yet very cutesy and childish at the same time. Good for all occasions whether she was sitting in her childish themed bedroom playing with whatever toy she was currently focused on, in her mouth as she was spread across the soft floor in whatever childish clothes she’d been dressed in that day, fixated on whatever show or program someone had put on the TV for her to watch or even placed in her mouth to distract her whilst out in public to make sure she kept her hands to herself and keep her mind from wondering to troublesome thoughts.  Another that sparked her interest was one that she had found (along the same lines of the first one.) only this one in light blue that also came with a clip-on cord decorated with patterns of stars and half crescent moons – yes maybe it wasn’t conventionally girly but she still liked it. She could imagine slowly drifting off to a peaceful night sleep with it gently resting between her soft lips while clipped to her onesie; comforted with a stuffed animal closely clutched within underneath a cozy blanket after just having been read a bedtime story and the lights turned out, her room quite only for the loud rustle of thick plastic pants and an even thicker nighttime diaper (decorated of course with all kinds of childish colors and designs.) tightly secured between her legs. The thick puffy material gently rubbing against her most intimate areas with every movement she made – the thought that something as tender and gentle as that could occur to her always made her feel swoon and feel weak. The final on her list was slightly different from the rest (one she had accidentally stumbled up to on an adult fetish store purely by random luck.) this one while plain and white always had stood out to her; purely on the fact that to each side of the front guard were two small pink screws that connected to longer pink straps decorated with white swirls and dots that connected together with a small silver buckle that could be fastened shut with a small heart-shaped lock coupled with an even smaller key. Though more of a gag the idea still appealed to her, somewhat more of a punishment item that could be used on her if she was ever to be bratty or become unruly. (Not that she’d try but she did occasionally have bratty moments despite her normal good behavior – growing up her dad didn’t often tell her no so she often found it hard when someone refused to spoil her. Despite trying to control this she did occasionally still slip up which is probably why this appealed to her so much.) The idea that someone could effectively shush her or take away her power of speech only to be forced to suck on the rubber teat until such time when someone came to take it off of her drove her crazy and made her almost instantly melt. She loved trawling through the reviews trying to picture the words of other satisfied users trying to create a strong metal scenario where she could claw at a small glimpse of her fantasies to hold her over for the moment. Admittedly she was very envious of all the pretty women on social media who got to live out her fantasy’s and desires while she was stuck in class having to remain as an adult for (at least the near future.) with a loud exhale unable to live in her dreamland forever glancing under the table at her phone. Wishing away the minutes. Anna began to lightly chew against the edge of her thumb seeking some form of release as she endured the remainder of her lecture. Rather wishing for her babyish fantasy’s to all come true.

Chapter 13

Following yet another drab lecture the college bell once again chimed up signaling the start of the short break from the boring adult world Anna got before her last lecture of the day – today was different however, she had a test that she had been (minimally.) studying for on and off for the past few weeks next on her time table. She knew she had to get there early to run the risk of being late, however before that she took a slight detour to the bathrooms, admittedly she was slightly nervous as she always was – it was just natural for her to worry. She couldn’t help herself.

Additionally, the coffee she had purchased this morning coupled with the various drinks she had consumed throughout the day were starting to add up – after quickly marching into one of the stalls, dropping her bag and securing the door confirmed with the loud clunk of the old barely functional lock Anna took a moment to relieve herself before her exam, it was when she stood up afterwords an idea came into her head. Quickly, she knelt down and opened her bag taking a brief moment to listen to her surroundings and make sure no one else was in the stalls adjacent to her – she dug her hands deep into her bag, rummaging through her possessions until her soft fingers brushed against the gentle fabric of a pair of her special training panties she had buried in her bad that morning. (Taking another brief pause to double-check no one was around.) Anna slowly removed the item from her bag, wincing as the material softly rustled against everything else she had wedged in her bag throughout the course of the day and when she had packed it that morning, praying that if anyone was in fact around that they wouldn’t recognize the sound - it was an irrational thought but Anna wanted to make certain, she didn’t want any of her fellow students never mind her friends finding out about her secret and shameful desires. How she would explain it or ever live it down she didn’t know. After sliding the object out of her bag she began to unfold the soft stretchy elastic material sides of the garment taking extra care with her delicate fingers to reduce the sounds she made as much as possible as she opened it up.

As she pulled the sides apart, wide enough to slide up her smooth golden brown tanned legs she noticed how the leg guards stand up on end and the prestige soft white puffy padding began to unfurl before her, nervously she bit her lip as she took one of her hands and slid down the pair of panties she currently had on – depositing them into her bag, trading out her adult future for a more childish endeavor. (Well maybe for the next few hours she thought.) Her heart began to race as she stepped into her new childish panties designed for young children, not a young adult like herself. Feeling ecstatic as she pulled the garment up between her silky legs – once again feeling the soft material come to rest against her inner thighs and most private delicate areas. The brightly coloured sides snugly resting against her hips, the leg guards gently gripping her skin helping to prevent the spread of an accident if she was ever to use her training panties for their intended purposes. Anna took a short moment delicately adjusting the fit to better rest against the contour of her petite slim frame. (Running her fingers against the soft outer layer. Admiring the childish patterns of hearts and butterflies that laden the garment. Her gentle feminine finger effortlessly gliding against the smooth cotton outer layer.)

Quickly Anna donned her clothes before heading out of the stall and bathroom, every step she took feeling the near overwhelming emotional mix of safety and innocents with the sheer anxiety that she was experiencing with her every move. As she walked she could feel the soft fluffy padding bulk up and rub against her making her feel protected and calm, she couldn’t help but wonder what she would feel wearing an actually diaper instead of these “panties” the material would be much thicker making it harder for her to walk forcing her thin petite legs apart. The sheer thickness of the garment designed to withstand at least multiple accidents and messes instead of the one that her training panties were designed to barely contain. (Only beginning to imagine the infantile way she would be forced to teeter and waddle along – it was probably best to stay off her feet anyway, it was pointless trying to fight against it, she was better off crawling along the ground like an infant or better yet just staying where she was, rolling around in her own little world of infantile bliss, either on her front or back, her legs jutting out either side of her.) not to mention how difficult they would be to hide under her everyday adult clothes. For one the massive bulk under her clothes would be an obvious visual giveaway. She wasn’t any Nicki Minaj or Kim Kardashian so it would be extremely obvious.

The other major give away was only the soft material that coated the outer layer of her training panties the proper thick adult diapers she had desperately longed to try were coated in a harsh taught outer plastic layer to hold all of the accidents in and to not fall apart. She would make such a racket just stepping along – the addition of her clothes on top doing nothing to suppress the sound. That was an element of her plan she was yet to iron out the kinks, she pondered whilst entering the exam room and setting herself up for what was possibly about to be the slowest hour of her life so far. It gave her plenty of time to work out how was she ever going to hide such an item under her clothing – explaining it when her cover was blown would be a different cup of tea altogether. Maybe she could get away with deceiving her friend and anyone else who asked if she started wearing the medical-style thin adult diapers, maybe she could pass it off that she had recently developed a medical issue where she needed to wear them for the time being or that she had injured herself in a way that they were mandatory. That could work she thought to herself slowly working her way through the exam paper the exam teacher had placed before her at her desk. Maybe that would be passable? Maybe her friends would be understanding or sympathetic towards her. The next issue that arose though would be when she eventually transitioned to full-on adult baby diapers designed for adults with fetishes that aligned with hers. Racking her brain she was unable to think of a reason why she would be required to wear that, maybe she could say it was a dare? Or perhaps pass it off as a joke? But she didn’t think anyone would buy that excuse.

Later on, as the exam was beginning to draw to an end her thoughts were interrupted by her body as naturally, her nerves had, along with a large amount of liquid she had consumed gotten to her system and she slowly felt the need to go to the bathroom once more to relieve herself. In a desperate bid to save her dignity and not result in wetting her training panties and have what would be her first genuine accident, Anna crossed her legs under the take trying to stop the rising pressure in her bladder. Granted the thought had crossed her mind – she could just go and relieve herself where she sat and give in to her own fantasies. She was however stopped by the thought that someone might hear the faint hissing sound from under her clothes as she relieved herself and a steady stream of pee soaked into the soft comforting embrace of her training panties. Additionally, Anna was unsure they were even thick enough to sufficiently support her having a full accident – they were intended for children, after all, she didn’t want to have to suffer through the potential embarrassment of creating a puddle where she sat or risk a noticeable large dark damp spot appear on her clothes, or the noticeable waddle she would have to perform as she left the room (the dampness in her panties squelching and sloshing around with every step she took as she desperately straddled her way to the bathroom.) finally she knew she could be caught if someone was to find her sodden and clearly used training panties in the bathroom bin or even worse still someone catching her in the act of disposing of them. Literally getting caught red-handed.

She also knew that because of how close to the end of the exam she wouldn’t be allowed to leave to go to the bathroom – she would just have to sit there. Trying to hold it like the big girl she definitely wasn’t. As the final minute came to an end Anna had begun to increasingly squirm in her seat as her body was beginning to get the best of her. She was constantly reminded that with every small move she made she could hear the faint rustle of what she was wearing underneath. Praying that through the complete silence of the exam room that no one was able to hear what was going on.

After the time had expired and she had handed in her paper she desperately shot off to the bathroom – feeling the pressure fluctuate as she ran. Upon reaching the stalls and throwing off her clothes she was too late, she stood still just as a small stream shot out and landed with a distinctive hiss as it was thirstily absorbed by the soft padding. Realizing this was the second time she was going to be forced to spend the night in a slightly damp pair of her training panties gave Anna another intense feeling, she remembered how aroused she had felt that morning waking up and realizing she might be able to experience such a high until she changed into a fresh a pair the next day. She could however always change back into her more than age-appropriate adult panties but where was the thrill and fun in that she thought to herself as she pulled her clothes back on. Once again she felt the slight damp spot tickle against her as she left the building, this was going to be an interesting walk home she thought to herself as she began to make her way passed the old heavy metal-framed glass doors, leaving her adult tendencies behind for another day.

Chapter 14

Despite her previous conceptions, Anna found her walk home more exciting than even she could have imagined. Yes, granted she could have always taken the bus home however the weather was still quite mild and nice outside and she hadn’t any spare change or her bus pass on her today due to the rush that she had left the house in that morning. As she walked she constantly felt the same sensation she had felt that morning when she had awoken in another damp pair of her  “training panties” as she now referred to them as – granted she definitely didn’t need them for their true purpose but if her plan was to succeed she assumed that this would be the first of many wet and even messy (at some point in her future.) ones she’d have to wear, so she took this opportunity to familiarise herself with the predicament she had created for herself – to make herself comfortable. Additionally, she knew that she would have to start wearing them full time which did mean out in public too, this was something the young women had not been looking forward to, like most people she wanted to keep her kinks private however the only way to make people buy into and believe in her act she had to play the part full time and not just when she wanted.

With every step, she could feel the slightly damp (soft and fluffy.) cotton material burn against her most delicate areas, although this feeling was something new to her and something that she had begun to feel aroused by the previous evening she did have to admit that the feeling had died down a little since earlier in the day. (The wet spot in her panties certainly felt better when it was warm and hot as appose to the cold sensation she was not beginning to feel.) it was a weird mix of emotions she was trying to make sense of as she shuffled her feet tentatively across the pavement – Anna was unsure how to feel. Was it a satisfying feeling? Yes. But was it also embarrassing? Yes. The rush of the pure excitement of actually being able to wear something that she had been dreaming of for some time now and finally being able to grasp that slight chance of living out some of her most intimate deep desires made her feel a little flustered. This was however coupled with the feeling of guilt for wanting such things that she believed no one else would ever be so twisted as to enjoy added with a small touch of shame from actually using her childish panties for their intended purposes – helping people with genuine accidents, something Anna had yet to achieve or recreate in her own way but the small fragment of that, that she had experienced earlier during her exam and the previous day at her study session with her friends did have an effect on her and had made her reevaluate her plan. She always knew she was going to have doubts about it and it wasn’t too late to change back, she continued to ponder however unlike the other times she thought about and debated her plan this time she was going to go through with it – she was determined. She knew she wouldn’t get the chance to start over and rethink and reattempt everything. If she stopped now she would have to stop for good – suspicion would grow if she tried this again so it really was now or never.

Breaking the cycle of her thoughts she produced her phone from her pocket and continued her “regressed headspace” playlist on her phone that she loved to listen to so much, it really helped her produce all those emotions and feeling she had begun to crave the past couple of years as she had begun to realise what it was exactly that she had wanted from life as well as her sexual and nonsexual satisfaction. She didn’t want to be an adult, that much was certain for sure. She had long had enough of her adult life and all the chores and responsibilities that it brought with it. Anna wanted to remain young and carefree for as long as she could, she didn’t really want to grow up either. When she was younger she loved all the attention she received from friends and family and as she grew up she began to miss that feeling and there wasn’t anyway (until now.) she had found of replacing the hole that it had left in her. She didn’t care much for a traditional relationship in life per se, she didn’t want a boyfriend or husband or any other form of significant other. What she desired most was more of a caregiver, someone to take care of her and her most intimate needs while she lived out her fanciful dreams and desires. Most importantly though she wanted someone who would love her for who she was, not as a mature young woman but the regressed infantile woman she wanted to become. Anna had no desire for an expensive life or a large estate or fancy job in her future. Just somewhere she could have her own nursery to cater to all of her fantasies. A large crib where she could sleep and nap in comfort and warmth – complete with a large tall standing railing on the side to stop her falling out if she tossed and turned at night. A playpen for her to mindlessly sit and play, making up hours of endless fun with whatever infantile toy she was given to play with, or a place to be sat to keep an eye on when she was bratty or misbehaved. Growing up in a fairly middle-class household she had always been one of those girls who had dreamt of owning a fleet or horses – but a rocking house of her own where she could play pretend was good enough for her. She wanted a high chair where she could be safely secured in to be fed, who knows what trouble she could get into if she was able to sit at the table like a grown woman; no she needed to be sat there – inescapably tied down while someone fed her so she was unable to make a mess everywhere. Additionally, she wanted a wardrobe of some variety where she could keep all of her pretty outfits, onesie’s and clothes to be dressed up in by whoever was in charge (as it certainly wasn’t going to be her. She was way too young and immature to be given such a complex task as dressing herself.) Being dressed in whatever clothes and or outfits her caregiver saw as fit for whatever occasion it might be. Most of all however she was desperate to one day, if she was very lucky, to have her own changing table – she preferred one that could have some sort of implemented straps to keep her held down during such a delicate time, what if she was to squirm her way around and hurt herself? Or if she was feeling particularly unruly and wanted to pretend to be grown-up for a chance? Something had to be done to help her caregiver out during these times. So she was able to lay down and change out of whatever mess and accidents she had mindlessly made in her diaper (Right where it was supposed to be, she was too young to have to worry about going to the bathroom whenever she needed, that was something big girls had to worry about – not her, however.) and then to be freshly changed into yet another thick fluffy diaper for the cycle to repeat itself over again. The thick taut plastic material rustling as she would be once again secured into what would essentially be considered her underwear.

This was going to take a lot of careful planning and all the cunning she had if she would be able to somehow make her way to that stage – that would definitely cross the threshold of the point of no return she thought. How she wished she could just flick a switch and have that happen to her there and then and to find a man willing to help her achieve all of it too. In the meantime, however, she just had to be content with what she had – and not to rush anything and run the risk of being exposed. She had to make herself comfortable with her current situation before she progressed any further. (Using a slow and methodical method to achieve all of her goals step by step.) but for now, she was confined to her training panties as she trotted her way home in her damp childish panties which would serve as her for the foreseeable near future.

Chapter 15

Upon arriving home that evening after school, what was left of Anna’s adult mindset and thoughts had faded out of her head for the rest of the day. (Leaving her only with her empty infantile thoughts to suffice.) After walking through the door she had taken a few steps inside before gently sitting down and placing herself on the bottom step of the staircase, still with her music playing through her headphones and the ever present damp sensation surrounding her crotch she sat there for a brief moment taking in the world around her – aimlessly kicking her feet about in front of her with no avail of goal. Just aimless absentminded fun. Her smooth glowing long legs and small kicking feet seemed to mesmerise her, appealing to her childish fantasies. It reminded her of a simpler time in life; before her younger self had gone out she would be sat here on the same step – legs out, waiting for her dad to tie her shoes for her, she was a small girl and couldn’t fathom the complexity of doing up her own laces by herself, always having someone else do them for her. This was something that she relishes, trying to hold on to this delicate piece of attention as she had grown up – it amazed her how something so childish and simple could provide her with such a warm glowing feeling and always leave her with a smile that crept across her face and made her blush slightly at the thought of it. When she had started school she enjoyed having her small polished school shoes being placed on her feet one at a time and lovely tied before jumping up to greet the day and again when she got home after school in the evenings – it was a sign that she could shake off her worries about the day and run off to aimlessly play till the days end. She had to admit to herself that was a day that always stuck with her, the words she’d always remember one day when her dad had told her “you need to learn to do these yourself someday.” And the serious yet warm smile he presented towards her as he said it – admittedly Anna had put this off as long as possible, deliberately making a mess of her shoes or tying them incorrectly so they would fall off or even incorrectly doing them and giving off audible signs of frustration deliberately in front of her dad so that he would help her out. Always being there and not wanting to say no to his daughter without fail he did what he had always done and helped her out. Being the only child in the family Anna always received more than her fair share of love and attention from her dad. Like good things always do this had eventually come to an end as she had gotten older – her dad has started working earlier shifts in the mornings much to her disappointment and most days he was gone before she had even woken up and it had unfortunately forced her to have to do it herself from now on. Of course on days when he was there, she had made every effort to subtly suggest to him that she still needed his help but now that Anna was a young woman she had to be independent to some degree which did mean she was unable to further get any more of this special form of attention. If her plan was to succeed she thought to herself while gently untying her shoes – she might actually get back a memory she held so dear to herself. Sometimes she wished that life could go back to how it once was, but she knew that day would come soon enough if she played her cards right and kept herself on the right track.

Once her shoes were off she deposited them on the rack next to the front door and headed upstairs to her room. Once there she threw her bag to the ground with a thump and in a very unladylike manner proceeded to flop straight into her bed with a loud crash as the mattress springs adjusted to take her petite delicate weight. She rolled over onto her pack hearing the bed creak beneath her looking directly up at the ceiling. For a moment she just laid there - breathing in the world for a brief minute. Before pulling out her phone with one hand. (The other she raised to her mouth and softly placed it between her delicate lips and proceeding to calmly and rhythmically suck on her thumb.) it was times like this she wishes she had her own pacifier - it would be so much easier for her and leave her with a spare free hand to do what she wishes with, but again like most of her desires she was faced with a hard dilemma anytime she wanted to act on it. She could always order one off of the internet. (But what if her dad found it in her room or worse so opened the package addressed to her house?) Alternatively, she could always go to the store and buy one. (But what if she bumped into someone she knew or one of her friends? How would she explain herself? Furthermore, what if she knew the cashier or knew her dad and told him?) that would defiantly screw her over as well, so much like with everything she had to be patient and wait, waiting for her plan to hopefully succeed in which case she would be able to fully act on all of her fantasies and desires without having to worry about the most important person in her life judging her or finding out without her being ready to be open about such things – her dad.

Scrolling through her second private accounts on social media she always became jealous of what she saw, girls that looked no older than herself living out all of her dreams and desires with supportive parents such as her or with boyfriends girlfriends or significant others or even those who had the nerve to live out what she wanted so very much by themselves. She always had to remember that her time would come sooner or later and she would one day get to experience all of this first hand for herself. In between photos she took her hand from her mouth and worked her way down her slender body to where her training panties resided. Gently bringing her hand up to cup her crotch as she scrolled through mindlessly with the other hand. She ran her hands over the damp spot between her legs feeling the padded mass gently rubbing against her most delicate private areas, slowly stroking herself - gently running her fingers back and forth over the soft material between her legs. That was one thing that had slowly grown on her as she had discovered this side of her, she had slowly begun to realise that not only were these desires comforting to her but there was also a slowly growing sexual aspect as well. Admittedly seeing women in the same situation she desires on the internet did turn the young women on a little. (Probably more than Anna would have liked to have admitted.) but there was something there nonetheless, something that always made her feel slightly warm and flustered thinking about such things or how sometimes she would feel her legs begin to shake and give and her body slightly tense up thinking about such desperate wants and needs while lying on her bed surrounded by the comfort of her own bedroom. She did always feel naughty when these thoughts crept into her mind and they were always coupled with a slight sense of guilt but that was always the same story with any of her other kinks and perks she reassuringly reminded herself as she continued about her business. She did eventually have to stop, the first being that she heard a car pull up on the drive signally that’s her dad would shortly walk in and she didn’t want him catching onto anything (This was her closely guarded secret after all.) and additionally like most of the time Anna had lost herself in her dream world that she had once again lost track of time and she still had some studying to fit in this evening despite how much she despaired doing it. So that did mean she would have to put her secret life aside for another short while as the adult world slowly began to once again take its toll on her - pulling her back to reality. She still had to comfort of her clothing that made her feel small at heart and the damp panties she had underneath to always remind her of what she truly was deep instead but her inner child had to wait a little longer and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to return to her fantasies until later that evening when the lights had gone out late at night and she would be once again left to her own devices.

Chapter 16

Laying in bed that evening, under the comforting warmth of her bedsheets Anna was left alone with her own thoughts, she wanted to sleep and usually didn’t have much trouble with doing so, however it had been difficult trying to sleep in her training panties, the last few days had been even worse due to the damp spot that constantly rubbed against her most intimate areas every time the young girl shifted or turned her slender petite body under her duvet. (As much as this was a fantasy for her, she had to admit it did slightly feel uncomfortable against her skin being in the same accident she had made several hours earlier, again she debated changing before attempting to get some sleep however she knew once again she would burn through what little supply she had left too quickly.) So for the time being she was left alone with her thoughts surrounded by the darkness of her bedroom. Beginning to grow restless she let out a small moan in frustration before turning herself over and flopped onto her stomach in a bid to ease herself slightly. She had to admit that this was a learning curve and that she had to get used to sleeping in her training panties as she would undoubtedly be wearing them for the foreseeable future and she would eventually have to learn to wear them to bed wet and eventually messy as well before she was to get an “upgrade” and be fully put back into diapers part-time (wearing them on and off.) then eventually full time a while after. The prospect of this excited her as she pondered this concept – wondering how long it would take her to a-quaint herself with her new circumstances, but it was all part of the plan to get to her end goals of living out her fantasy even though that seemed a long way off at this moment in time.

Granted she had never wet herself on purpose yet (only forcing herself to go while she was asleep in order to acquire her training panties in the first place.) and she was unsure how hard she would actually have to push herself and the metal barriers it would create in order to make herself use her training panties for their intended purpose. Another one of her concerns was if they would be able to hold up against her if she was to fully use them as well given she wasn’t really the intended target audience for the product in the end. Despite all the however, she knew that she had to pluck up the courage and overcome herself in order to actually use them - she didn’t have many left and perhaps if after using an entire pack of them all she could show for it was a few wet patches here and there she might not get anymore, what if her plan ended right there and then after this first package had been used up she pondered to herself - her brain a vibrant bed of confusing thoughts and unlikely circumstances. She knew that even if she only fully wet one of them at this stage that would probably be enough to persuade her dad to buy her another packet of them for her to continue to wear at night for at least another week. Anna knew that having too many accidents too quickly might cause problems or spark suspicion so she had decided to take the more cautious approach. With her mind made up, she tossed herself over one more time before reaching out a hand from her comfortable warm cocoon to quickly flip on her bedside light. Before she could change her mind again, Anna later there shrouded in the warm embrace of her bed (getting herself into a familiar place in a bid that would ease the suspenseful tension that slowly began to build in her as her little heart began to beat faster and faster with each passing moment.) With all of her energy levels building she tried to relax as best she could, laying flat on her back trying to calm herself down as much as possible. Anna closed her eyes sealing off the glowing embrace of her bedroom as she took a deep breath in a bid to calm herself. Once she had eased her breathing and her heart had stopped beating at what felt like a thousand beats a second, she eased her bladder and gently pushed.  Anna laid there for a few minutes becoming ever more unpleased with herself as the time passed, nothing was happening - she had tried pushing harder in a bid for that to do something, anything to get any reaction from her body but it was to no avail. The only thing she had succeeded in was giving herself a slight headache trying to overcome such a strong mental block that had been conditioned into her from such a young age; something she so desperately needed to revert, something to break and reverse but that would take more time and practice.

After a while, the frustrated woman flapped the heavy warm duvet off of her slim petite form opening her safe space to the cold surroundings of her bedroom. She turned herself around planting her feet between the shags of her bedroom carpet and brushed the majority of her long golden hair off of her young youthful face while she sat there, thinking - her hands busting them self aimlessly braiding some of her long strands of hair as she sat there thinking. What was it that she was doing wrong? Why was her body resisting so much? She continued aimlessly staring at her feet gently brushing against the long strands of her carpet. Why was this so difficult for her? This was something she had desperately grasped for, bidding her time to get to this moment for her to just freeze up and stop here and now after she’d got this far? Why? She thought. She took another deep breath before standing up “Right.” She thought “Time to try out a different approach.” She continued. Standing there in the dim glow of her room before softly making her way to the door being as silent as possible, before firmly placing her delicate hand on the cold metal handle and pushing down. Wincing to herself as the door creaked open and proceeding through before her short walk to the bathroom. Once inside she made sure to lock the door - only wearing her training panties and a loose-fitting bra she didn’t want to be seen by anyone, granted the only other person in the house was her dad but even still she had a small ounce of shame dressed in her current outfit that she would rather no one saw - she reached out for the pull cord of the bathroom light after once again making sure the door was locked before proceeding to sit down on the toilet - thinking that perhaps it might be easier to go if she created a more familiar environment to what she was used to doing. (Potting trialing just seemed to be causing more problems than it’s worth right now Anna thought to herself.) She once again sat there trying to relax - this wasn’t helped by the intense brightness of the bathroom light which only worked against her. (She had contemplated just taking them off and filling them with water from the sink to make them appear used but she knew this wouldn’t be enough. Yes it did feel used once it was held it but it just didn’t look realistic with the small yellow stains on the front and not wanting to risk anything she scraped this idea early on.) it seemed however that no matter how much she pushed or how much she tried to ease herself she had found no avail and it hadn’t worked and it didn’t look like her body was willing to give any time soon. She let out a soft mewl as she stood up, not only frustrated but a little upset now as well. As a final resort, Anna cupped her hand under the tap in the bathroom sink, drinking a handful of water in a bid that what she woke up it would be easy to just relax and go or maybe she would strike it lucky and wake up completely soaked. Either way, she shut off the tap before roaming back to the embrace of her bed. She shut off the lights and moved about a little listening to the faith rustle of her panties muffled by the duvet as she worked herself into a comfortable position and shut her eyes desperately trying to sleep, looking forward to the prospect that when she awoke the next morning she would be able to force herself for the first time to use her panties for their intended purpose.

Chapter 17

Anna awoke early that next morning, greeted by the bright embrace of the sun as it crept across her bedroom floor. The morning was mild and gentle with a small breeze that swept through her window that the young women had left open to let in a bit of air. Softly blinking open her eyes to take in the morning light dancing around her room, lifting her head off of her soft pillow and brushing the long strands of golden hair off of her face. She took one of her small slender arms out from underneath the warm comforting embrace to pick up her phone she had left on her nightstand. She picked up her phone – drawing it towards her and let out a sign as she proceeded to flip her head back down onto the pillow. Her alarm wasn’t scheduled to go off for another few minutes, thankfully it was a Friday so she was able to catch up on any missed sleep over the weekend that she had deemed so. Anna often found herself naturally waking up on time if not before her phone went off in the morning and was usually described as punctual, however like most people she always wanted more sleep in the mornings. As she began to wake up from her slumber she rolled herself over onto her front and she was instantly reminded of what she was currently wearing – hearing the faint rustle of the soft material that hugged against her most intimate areas as it made contact with her mattress. The soft sounds muffled by her duvet were still audible to Anna; additionally, when she had rolled over she had realised the large (and still growing.) pressure mounting in her bladder.

Anna had assumed that because of how much she had drunk in the bathroom that night she would have woken up wet already but it looked as if that hadn’t worked either – she let out a soft grown in frustration accompanied by a scowl across her face as she reached a hand down between her legs, brushing gently against the outside of the soft cotton material until she was cupping her crotch just to make sure she hadn’t gone. Unfortunately, it was only the damp spot from the previous day she found inside her training panties, almost in disbelief against her body’s resilience she took her hand, sliding it between the thin crinkled elastic waistband and reached between her legs and the soft cotton cushion that was meant to catch any of her accidents. Anna took out her hand and brought it up, under her stomach as she arched her slender back and then laid back down to rest on it. She pushed her hand down against her soft feminine skin - applying some pressure to her bladder in the hope to increase the chance of her having any sort of accident, forced or willing. (This did make her want to go more than before.) However, no matter of relaxing and calming herself down before giving in and pushing with all the strength she could produce any sort of reaction. This was again proving to be more of a challenge than she had anticipated – Anna had debated just holding it for as long as she could, constantly drinking more and more till her body eventually gave in, however she decided that was probably a bad idea as she had to be in school today and she hadn’t even considered having a full public accident – her training panties could only handle so much, but if she was to drink way more than she usually would there was no way her new panties would hold up and she would leak everywhere. That was one of her biggest fears that she knew she would eventually have to overcome (Or find a solution to.) was using her panties and eventually diapers for their intended purposes around people she knew; friends family and the like.

Before giving up and residing to use the toilet like a grown-up she actually was – although she fully didn’t believe that. Anna made her way back into the bathroom. Her legs slightly spread as she waddled her way across the upstairs hallway in her training panties like an overgrown toddler and into the bathroom, before sitting down on the toilet she had one more tactic to try. (After locking the door behind her.) Anna stood there briefly, standing in an awkward squat over the toilet before reaching her arms down and tucking her fingers into her training panties feeling the elastic waistband tension her thumbs slipped inside. She then pulled them down slightly (the soft cotton of the material gently brushing against her smooth golden almost bronzed legs.) it sent a shiver down her spine - one of ecstasy and joy. She pulled them down to just above her knees and again paused for a second trying to calm down. Anna gazed up at the ceiling and scrunched up her eyes once again trying to push herself and break through her own mental barriers. (She had assumed that perhaps if the soft cushion fabric wasn’t hugging against her, it might make going just that bit easier.) Unfortunately, this proved to no avail – another futile effort. Anna proceeded to sit down on the toilet next to her, letting out a heavy sigh under her breath as she did so. Admittedly she did look a little like an oversized toddler sitting there on the toilet with a sulk on her face and her training panties complete with the damp stain hanging around her ankles between her thin slender legs. She was forced to relieve herself like an adult. (“This was gonna take a bit of practice.” Anna thought to herself whilst sitting there.) Wishing, longing that she could relinquish her adult ways and resort to using her training panties for all of her wet and messy accidents she was planning on having in the near future. One small part to her path of regression.

Chapter 18

Reentering her bedroom Anna took off her training panties - an unhappy expression still painted upon her face. She did admittedly feel quite defeated but knew like most things in life there was a finer learning curve to it that all she had to do was keep practicing - trying and trying again until she was able to relieve herself within the comforts and confines of her training panties. With that done and sorted she grabbed a towel before heading back into the bathroom and showering off for the morning - locking the door behind her and stripping down with little clothes that remained on her body. She took a second to admire her natural perfect form and radiant beauty in the large bathroom mirror whilst waiting for the water to warm up - cold showers made her feel uncomfortable after all. Stepping in Anna noticed her skin glistened as the water droplets effortlessly reflected upon her. She was truly the picture of youthful beauty, perfect In almost every way. She had time to think in the shower whilst the hot water rushed over her, cascading down her slender curves. As much as she enjoyed these times she would much rather spend hours soaking in the bath instead, if only she had the luxury of time on her side. That was another small yet significant fantasy that she had. Anna longed for the intimacy of having a bath and having a daddy or some form of caregiving figure in her life gently wash her down whilst she blissfully played away with all manner of bright coloured simple children’s toys while she bathed, being able to play in her own infantile headspace whilst she didn’t have to worry about a care in the world, Anna continued to think as she shut off the water - opening the shower door and stepping out. To have someone there for her to help her out of the bath. (Carefully holding her gentle hands and supporting her as she did - Anna was far too little for that and shouldn’t have been allowed to do such things as bath herself on her own.) She didn’t want to have to do any of these things herself, adulting was hard and boring. No one wants to do that she thought. Anna wanted someone to lovingly and carefully wrap her up in a thick fluffy soft towel to gently dry herself off. (Taking extra care to be intimate around her private areas.) to take care of her so gently and in such a nurturing way as Anna was just a delicate little girl after all. She practically needed someone to hold her hand through everything. No matter what situation, to just have someone there for guidance and reassurance and to help her when she needed it, but alas she had to cope by herself for the time being. She didn’t have any such person in her life; contemplated Anna whilst she arrived in her bedroom and finished drying off, she idly started to brush her hair - trying to remove all the knots and tangles. She sat there on the edge of her bed wishing she had someone there to do it for her, she craved such genuine moments that chowed such gentle acts of love and it made her heart melt just thinking about it all.

Getting up, throwing her towel to the ground and placing her hairbrush on the side Anna stood there for a moment as she threw open her wardrobe doors - standing there in her purest form, the picture of beauty and innocence. The full plethora of clothes and accessories that she owned strung out in front of her. All the choices, all the possibilities, all the combinations she thought as she peered inside trying to deduce what she was going to wear, admiring all the pretty pastel colours, alternate fashion choices and cute clothes that she owned was always a hard choice for her. She always felt slightly overwhelmed. Again this was a decision she would rather not have to make herself. Having someone decide this out for her and come into her room to already find some kind of outfit lovely picked out for her. (Although Anna pended all the clothes she could ever want or need like most privileged girls her age she always felt she was missing something.) Later on down the road of her regression path, she would have to get herself (or have someone buy her.) a collection of onesies and other little themed adult sized clothing she desperately wanted. She always saw them being advertised on social media and on various specific websites but she knew she would probably get a few confused looks from her dad if she ordered anything like that herself at this moment in time. He was supportive but she knew there was only a certain amount she could push him until she hit that fine line and he started to push back, she let out a sigh as this thought passed through her mind.

Once Anna had finished the strenuous task of picking out her clothes. Today’s outfit would consist of a small white crop top under a pair of blue denim shortalls, some thin white knee high socks and of course a cute ribbon she always had that she used to tie her hair up and created a pretty bow out of. Anna considered wearing her training panties right from the start today however she knew that with a crop top on underneath there was a small chance someone would see. In a hesitant manner, she reached a hand into the brightly decorated plastic to retrieve a pair so that if she had the confidence later on she could always change like she had done the previous days. But when she reached a hand inside she noticed how few pairs she actually had left. Rummaging around for a moment she found she only had two pairs left. (She hadn’t almost gone through one packet already? She thought to herself in disbelief - but yet she had done.) With a perplexed look fixed on her face, she removed one of the last pairs and again deposited it into her bag. Anna had grown accustomed to the feeling on the soft outer fabric as it brushed her hand and how it always had such a distinctively inviting smell whenever she held it close to her. She really enjoyed every moment where she could secretly wear her training panties around people without them knowing but it was very anxiety enduring at the same time. With one last glance at her phone making sure she wasn’t (too.) late as she was every morning she finished doing up her bag before heading out. Only one more day of pretending to be an adult. Then she could spend an entire weekend alone in her wonderland of infantile bliss.

Chapter 19

Now prepared for the day, the young woman briskly made her way out of her room and down the stairs. She was hopeful for the day ahead, it was finally Friday after yet another long week and the weather was certainly helping with that. The morning light swept through the downstairs windows, covering the kitchen floor in gentle glowing rays. (Anna rarely opened her blinds fully in the morning when she woke up – more preoccupied with actually getting out of bed stole her attention. It always seemed like a luck of the draw when she would come downstairs every morning to find out what the weather was outside in the real world outside her walls.) she proceeded through the kitchen and then sat at the counter. Anna looked around the room surveying for what she could eat this morning, she was feeling indecisive. The coffee maker sat on the counter to her right - but placing the back of her hand against the half-empty glass pot on the side of the machine confirmed her suspicions, it was already cold and she didn’t have time to start a new cup. (Her dad had probably left it out while he was making himself breakfast earlier that morning. He was always thoughtful and would always leave some out for Anna when she would wake up later for class. Unfortunately with Anna always cutting time fine in the mornings and always nearly being late anything that had been left out for her was usually cold by the time she received it.)  With that option off of the table; Anna looked to the fruit bowl on her left, reaching a hand-over she grabbed at one of the bananas breaking it off from the bunch before proceeding to peel and quickly eat the fruit. Anna liked to eat on the raised bar stools in the kitchen, it appeased her little side. Being a shorter woman her feet didn’t quickly reach the ground which made her feel even smaller. She liked to aimlessly kick her feet about while sitting here, it was the closes she had at the moment in time to a high chair - granted she had to use her imagination a bit, but this was the best she had, and she only could dream of something more. She craved the little bits of attention like that, to have someone dote over her every need. A daddy in her life. In this instance someone who (every morning.) would lovingly place her into her high chair for breakfast, gently fastening her in. So that Anna in her regressed state wouldn’t fall out. Tenderly strapped in, her thick absorbing nighttime diaper still firmly clinging around her waist, almost falling off of her slender form from all of her nighttime (and early morning.) “Accidents” she would have made in it. The wetness tightly pressed against her most intimate areas, the chair's tight crotch strap pressing her mess against her, reminding her of how little and powerless she really was (and wanted to be.) To have someone feed her, she was still little and clumsy to do so herself. She had always fantasied about being spoon-fed. It was such a gentle and loving act that she wished she could live out. She wouldn’t have a choice what she would eat that would all be left down to her caregiver, all she had to do herself was open her mouth when kindly instructed and eat whatever was prepared of her, babbling away to herself in her regressed state as she did. Though she wasn’t too keen on the idea of being forced to eat baby food she wasn’t entirely against the idea of it either, it depended on if she was in the right mindset for it. Then finally to have the ritual finished by once again drinking down whatever would be given to her in either her own sippy cup or bottle. She much preferred the idea of being bottle-fed, just the thought of it played heavily into her many regressed fantasies. Such a baby as herself shouldn’t be trusted with cups and glasses like a grown-up. She might spill it down her precious clothes, down her precious little self, or drop it in her bliss-like state. Limiting her freedom, having to degradingly suckle at a bottle like a child to have a drink, it was the little things like this that really made her blush keep when she stopped to think about it.

She had one way of replicating these scenarios she could only think about at this moment, though her plan was coming along at a steady pace she needed release, from that of her adult life. She’s spent a long time dealing with these specific thoughts that always seemed to stick in the back of her mind as much as sometimes she wishes she could shift them. To be more normal like she assumed that others were, sometimes feeling like the odd one out for having such odd desires as these. But she also loved them all the same. (It was good to be unique but she sometimes felt this was a little too much.) she loved her infantile fantasies and the joys she got from them, and that was a feeling she wouldn’t trade for the world, she loved how they made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, a kind of unexplainable feeling.

She concluded with a sigh and a small smile as she concluded these thoughts to herself, for the time she’d have to be content with being an adult, living the lie of pretending she was a big girl despite whom she really believed she was deep down inside. Having to make do with what she had at the moment. She had her stuffies, her training panties, and her dad for the time being. All items she could use to get her release into little space - she even had the entire weekend to spend whatever way she wanted. (Which hopefully if all went to plan she could spend in her training panties - provided she received more.) enjoying the safe confines of her bedroom where she could enjoy being an absent-minded baby and play away the days. Someday she had hoped it would be different but for this deal to work, she had to still be an adult for the most part at the moment. Speaking of which - she needed to be off for the day. Anna got up, from the stool, finishing her mouthful. It was just a normal day she thought as she gathered herself together. Just one more day to get through she continued. Before walking outside and locking the door she put on her headphones, gently sliding them onto her head and adjusting them around her ears. She produced her phone and loaded up her playlist of songs and pieces of music that helped her regressed mindset. After this morning she was determined to steal every ounce she could out of her little space before being forced to be a big girl for the rest of the day, and with that, she slid her phone back into her small denim pocket on her shortalls before turning around to face the day.

Chapter 20

Over the course of the last week or so Anna had started to put her plan into action – her plan to slowly (but surely.) attempt to start to bring out her little side that she had kept quite for such a long time, she wanted to finally break out and be who she truly felt and believed was her real self (no more playing pretend and acting like a grown-up. No, she was much happier regressing to her former self and acting like the baby she once was before life took its course and she was submerged with school, classes, homework and slowly being forced to grow up and mature as she went along – and for the most part she hated it.) Anna had missed the days before she had to care and worry about word counts and deadlines, back to a simpler time for her when all she had to care about was her own absent-minded goals while she played with her toys. Independence sucked. She’d much rather have her dad do everything for her like he once did. Anna, once again just wanted to be the centre of attention and his world just like she used to be. She’d felt this way for a long while now and over the years it had kept slowly growing and building, this feeling inside her. To begin with she was unsure where these thoughts were and where they had come from but over time she slowly began to realise their roots as they had developed inside her mind. She had read all these wonderful fantasy story’s online on various websites about young women in similar situations to her with the same mindsets and the wonderful journey they had taken to desperately achieve what Anna so often craved. Story’s of girls coming out to their partners and significant others and being accepted for whom they really were. She had wanted to bring up such topics in conversation before but knew that if she was to speak up (no matter how understanding her dad was with her and all he’d helped her through in the past.) he wouldn’t understand her needs this time. Granted he was from a different generation and she assumed such an absurd desire would completely go over his head. Regardless of that fact though, Anna knew she was way too shy. If she was ever to even start “the talk” with her dad she knew that no matter how she portrayed it she probably wouldn’t get very far. She’d make a mistake – verbally slip up or become too embarrassed with her goals to explain how she truly felt.

So with that Anna had hatched her plan, to start her regression process. Slowly and surely one step at a time – she knew that when she started the timing had to be right. (This was her only chance, her one shot.) to attempt this. Any more she’d start raising suspicion in one respect or another. Anna knew it was crucial to bide her time as wisely as possible - again if she went too fast or just threw herself in at the deep end she would ruin her chances of success. She had started earlier on by forcefully wetting herself, having “accidents” or so her dad might have been fooled into believing, a seemingly innocent occurrence that was fairly plausible, nothing too outlandish (yet.) sometimes during stressful situations it might happen and that was how she was trying to play it off. A one-time thing - nothing to start raising suspicious about right? She questioned herself. Throughout the week she had finally had the opportunity she craved, she was able to wear pull-ups for the first time since she was an actual child and the feeling it gave her was ecstatic - yes it wasn’t exactly a real diaper and that’s not really what she wanted but she had seen photos online, again girls her age wearing them as some part of kink and the spark was always there in the back of her mind - the curiosity to at least try them once. (Anna had felt that she was too little to even wear them but the overwhelming feeling she had been experiencing in the past week had been intense, unlike anything she had ever felt before. There was just something that tripped like a switch in her mind the second she had a pair on, slowly guiding the soft fabric up her smooth golden legs and letting them come to rest in between her legs slightly rubbing against her most delicate areas. There was something indescribable that made her overcome with a sense of joy something that just made her happy, and perhaps even slightly aroused by the sensation of it all. The perfect way she had found to put her mind at ease, it was like the master key to unlocking her regressed state - to be honest, she had experienced some of the best peacefully nights of sleep the past couple of days, sometimes she’d wake up and wonder if it was a dream only to be reinforced with the truth when she would reveal the soft heavy covers that kept her warm at night to show the telltale signs of whom she really was hidden beneath.

Granted this week she had only had one single “accident” as she called them. Before she had this amazing opportunity thrust into her life and all that had happened since then were a few wet patches here and there but she wasn’t sure if that was enough. (On the other hand, she didn’t want to go overboard and she had found it much harder than she had anticipated to actually let go and relieve herself than she had conceived.)  But now with the last of the pull-ups from the first packet - now depleted safely stored in her bag, the rest abandoned, discarded in her bedroom bin sitting in the corner of her room she was unsure what would happen next. Her dad had said that these were just a precaution if she was to have any of her “accidents” again but after this one was all gone and used up what then? What next? Back to normal underwear like the big girl she was trying so hard to escape from being or would some come home to find that her dad had bought her some more (unaware he was indulging her in her secret fantasy’s. Playing the part.) admittedly Anna was perplexed by all of this, it was all too confusing if she had done enough or not. Only time would tell she supposed. As for the topic at hand though what would she do with this one? If she wore it that could be her last but if she saved it she could have just that one little spark of keeping her ideas alive if she was to return home later that day to find an absence of a new pack in her bedroom. In its truest form this really was a difficult situation she had, nothing she’d read or seen before ever came to an ultimatum like this before? Maybe she would have to start wetting again, but that would just start to become suspicious the more that it happened. Either way, she would have to find out later. It was Friday, which unfortunately meant she had her college classes today. Another day of pretending the young woman thought to herself as she arrived outside the building, not looking forward to the day ahead of her.

Chapter 21

The hours slowly counted down as the day slowly dragged by, another day of faking her way through life as a capable adult she had procrastinated – admittedly it did have its perks, she enjoyed hanging out with friends spending the little money she had while out and about with them. Whether that was clothes, food, or any other form of entertainment they had decided to spend their money on to partake that day. Anna was also legally allowed to drive now, it was still a foreign concept to her – she had never once tried to drive a car nor did she really have that much interest in such a thing either. Granted lessons were expensive and they were something she was unable to afford not having a part-time job anymore never mind financing her own car. Anna would much rather be chauffeured around anyway like the spoiled brat she was. Who needed to drive when she could observe the world through the side windows safely and securely strapped into her car seat in the back – where she belonged, tightly fastened in. Wearing whatever outfit she had been dressed in that whoever she was at the mercy of whoever was in charge, the responsible adult, not her – that was the dream Anna continued to tell herself. Granted she also enjoyed technology. Owning the latest phone to be available off the shelf. (Her dad was good to her, she always had the latest upgrade year in year out. She was such a spoiled girl.) though these were all heavy pros that lay in her favour there was something equally exciting to Anna if she was to be at home mindlessly playing with her stuffed toys that she had at home, granted she had a small collection but each one was unique to her and each one was special and fun to play with in their own way. She loved making up pretend storylines and adventures for her favourite inanimate friends within the safe regressed confines of her bedroom where she was able to mislead play around without a care in the world. Sometimes it did get boring and she’d longed for someone to join her, whether that was a friend or her dad, someone to enjoy all the hard work that had gone into creating these dreamt up events she had created in her happy infantile mind. There were other toys she would love to own, Anna loved the idea of having some wooden blocks painted with bright colours and decorated with simple shapes, letters or numbers. There was just something about it that felt so nostalgic to her, a relic from a more peaceful time. She’d seen photos online of people creating their own or buying themselves a set. They’d always looked so “aesthetic” to her – such a simple concept yet she could imagine her regressed self spending hours stacking them up and playing around with these simple geometric objects, something that made her smile, made her feel warm inside, another unexplainable feeling she had felt. There was one thing Anna had always wanted, something she hadn’t experienced and something she was incredibly jealous of when she saw other people have one – she’d always wanted a rocking horse, Anna being the spoilt girl she was had always strived for one. Ever since she was small herself – always putting it on the top of her Christmas / birthday lists, unchanging as she got older. (There had been tantrums thrown by her younger self when she had woken up and not received one on these special days.) Anna had always wanted to own a horse and this was the next best thing. Though her dad did have a decent paying job these things were still very expensive and to have one properly made these things usually had to be handcrafted which meant they took time and money. A lot of money. Anna had seen a few of them from time to time, some simple ones, some painted with bright colours that appealed to her little side and some maybe a bit more extravagant than others. But Anna being the brat she was had a specific list of requirements for hers that she would not comprise over and that was that – it had to have a proper saddle and stirrups for her little feet and a proper set of reins to go with it, the whole package! It had to have fur and a realistic tail and mane. She wanted something she could stroke and brush. Yes it may have been a bit of a ridiculous goal looking back at it, she had contemplated but Anna still wanted one to match her description, okay yes a wooden one would still be nice but her imagination could only go so far, she wanted one that felt real. She loved to fantasise and imagined such a concept. One of her most persisting ideas however that kept coming back to her over and over again that always got her flustered just thinking about such a thing was to be in her room on her horse playing about, gently rocking away without a care in the world in her own headspace, dressed in a cute onesie and skirt combination or maybe a pair of shortalls – her outfit would then be completed with knee high socks, cute little black polished shoes, her hair beautifully tied up with a piece of ribbon and fixed into a bow, all with the final finishing touch of a thick crinkly diaper nice and tightly secured around her waist, reinforced with a pair of plastic pants to stop any leaks occurring. She would be sitting there, multiple layers of stuffers and her thick padded pants between her and her “horsey” while wet of course, very wet. Saturated to the point of leaking through her many layers and feeling the sensation of grinding herself against her horse desperately trying to feel any sort of sensation against herself trying to rub herself as deeply possible – made aver harder by the number of layers she was wearing. Feeling the smooth plastic of the outer layer and the tight plastic pants gently gliding over the saddle as Anna desperately tried to ride her horse to feel some sort of relief against her private areas that ached for such special attention she had longed for. Desperately grinding herself into her own wet messes to feel something only for her dad or “daddy” at this point she would love to refer to him as walk in and bust her - “babies don’t get to play with themself like that, such things are reserved for grown-ups” he’d scold her before pulling her over his lap for a much deserved punishment – god Anna wished for such a thing. It was probably one of her most desired fantasies that no matter how hard she tried to scratch she was unable to shift. Thinking about such a naughty desire in class admittedly had her all worked up and a little flustered at the idea of her being subjected to such a humiliating and degrading set of events.

In her bag (now at her feet lent up against the desk she was currently at.) Anna did have her last pair of training panties – stuffed away deep at the bottom, she could always raise her hand and be asked to be allowed to leave so that Anna would be able to barricade herself in the bathroom and change but she was greeted by the Daimler thoughts of that morning. Would this be the last chance she had? Should she reserve such an item for a really special occasion if hypothetically speaking this was the last one she had at this current moment? She took a moment and pondered – it was Friday after all, her dad would get off work early like he always does and go shopping before he arrived home, he always did this – like clockwork. So predictable.  This if any time when she arrived home this evening would be the moment of truth. Would she get home to find her dad had brought any more or was this the end of her plan as she knew it? Again she found it hard to deduce the situation – again only time would tell she thought to herself all while sitting there anxiously counting down the final few minutes to the day. She was scared and hesitant, this was a turning point for her. Everything she had worked on could be gone in a matter of hours once she returned home after the final class of the day. With that passing though the bell had begun to ring. Anna had packed away her things long ago, an empty page lay at her desk in front of her, she didn’t pay attention in classes that weren’t important to her – some offered no additional credits so she’d just sit her lost in her absent-minded ways to dream and fantasying about better times she had planned to come. But this was it. Now or never she thought picking up her bag and heading to the door. Time to see if her acting was believable and her actions had paid off or if this was just an effort in futility.

Chapter 22

Overcome with conflicting emotion Anna’s daily commute home felt more stressful than anything before, yes she’d had days in the past where’s she’d be nervous to go home whether it be to bad test results of assignments she’d missed from time to time not wanting to have to face the reality and the repercussions of her actions, but this was different, as much as she was longing to hold off and avoid the future as much as she could at the same time she wanted to race home, to finally see if her planning and her acting had paid off in the short term, had her escapades this week been as convincing as she had thought? Had she done enough or too little? These were all questions that Anna kept asking herself on her walk back. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame as she kept thinking about her desires; what she wanted. Such an embarrassing desire to be regressed to a shell of her former self and spend her days in the comfort of infantile bliss doted on by a loving caring figure in her life. She didn’t want responsibility, she didn’t want to have to worry about herself and her needs - she was too little at heart to care about herself in this way she wanted all of this out of her hands, to be completely absent about decisions regarding herself. (It’s someone else’s job to worry over her whether that be feeding her, making sure she had enough to eat or drink, picking out her clothes and dressing her for the day, or probably most prominent of all checking her to make sure she hadn’t made any accidents in her pants and subsequently changing her if she had.) but despite all of this at the same time, it felt wrong... she felt out of place for having such desires and often questioned them though she knew this was what she wanted out of life, what would make her happy, what could make her feel warm and safe and loved like nothing in her life ever had before. Though only on the first step on her path to regression and to her intimate dream life she couldn’t help but feel a little odd from time to time. Her feet seemed to drag against the pavement and her pacing slowed allowing her for this moment of reflection - despite all of her best efforts she was unable to distract herself. It was days like today (important days.) where nothing could get her to focus. No matter how loud she turned up the volume on her phone no amount of music could drown out her thoughts - there were sometimes too persistent. Often, when considering these fantasies however she felt bad for dragging her dad down into her twisted world, she often felt at times he didn’t need to be dealing with her in such a doting loving way anymore. Anna was supposed to be grown-up after all (a fully matured adult.) and was expected to be independent about most things in her life by now. But no matter how much she had changed, matured and grown over the years she had always had this desire with her formulating plan to involve her dad. The one person in her life who’d always been there and supported her through everything. The one person that had loved her regardless and gave her all the support she needed growing up. That bond of maternal love that she could never replace. A passing thought that always made her smile thinking of all the good in her own personal world.

She thought about taking a detour - perhaps a longer walk, something to do to stall for time but despite all of her best efforts, she found she couldn’t move her feet off track. (All the way back to her house.) despite her best efforts. As she picked her head up, taking her eyes off her feet slowly shuffling to a stop as she reached her front door and turned her key in the lock; she felt her hand weigh heavy and took in a breath before taking home to push down on the handle and move inside. Calling out as she moved in but to no response. Okay maybe her dad was outside or upstairs and didn’t hear her, he often showered when he came in from work, but Anna was unable to hear the running water coming from upstairs. She proceeded to take her time removing her she’s and jacket, taking time with the laces, buttons and zips (she had often found that if she left these items in the hallway they would magically reappear in her bedroom later that evening much to her dad's intervention.) as she moved, she felt the steps creak as she crept upstairs stalling for as much extra time as she could hoping magically, that would make a difference. Coming to a brief stop (Anna had debated turning around and going back outside.) but she was inside now, she had committed thus far and couldn’t go back. Reaching her bedroom she immediately noticed her bin had been emptied, all of her used training panties she had worn this week gone, now only a memory. (Was this enough?) she continued to internally debate. Once again stopping for a minute Anna stopped, surveying her surroundings. Nothing - nothing had changed, nothing stuck out to her. This wasn’t looking promising she debated as she opened her wardrobe. “Okay maybe her dad was being discrete this is where she had kept the open packet all week.” She thought but again nothing. Where were they? Perhaps she hadn’t done enough? Trying to rationalize her thoughts she hesitated and listened - alone in the silence. Anna peered out of her window to see there was not a car parked outside - she had missed that on her way in, her dad must not have been home yet. There was still a slight chance she thought. The evidence of her accidents had gone. So her dad must have emptied her bin at some point. Being a mess with thoughts and feeling Anna knew the only thing she had to do now was wait; wait and see what her dad's judgment had held.

Chapter 23

Anna lay there motionless, on her bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling, her room - dark and moody, she hadn’t even been bothered to turn on the lights when she had come upstairs earlier, feeling defeated in her plan she had laid there contemplating her choice and their outcomes. This was it? The end of her plan she thought, glancing over at her school bag, her last pull up still stuffed somewhere deep inside, unused. For one reason she was glad, she still had one last chance at hand to experience some degree of her fantasy - some form of escape. It was like a key to a door she had, only this time the door was stuck and she was unable to open it, but on the other hand, if she saved this and was then somehow caught with it later in any scenario then all of her acting and planning would be undone, they would have known she didn’t really have an issue and that it was all a facade. Anna had contemplated throwing it out, casting it away forever, releasing her last chance to live out her desires. But the golden opportunity of still having one left was too much of a deterrent to throw it away. Sitting up, her mind still a blur; Anna moved closer to her bag - hearing the bed shift under her weight, slowly moving her fingers up the leather straps until they dance around the zip, her fingers toying with the small metal piece that separated her hands with the soft warm inviting feel of her last pull up. After a moment she plunged her dainty hand into her bag until her soft nimble fingers grazed against the soft fluffy outer fabric. (Letting out a small faint crinkle as she did so.) she grasped at the fabric with her small fragile hands, bringing the garment out in front of her. “All that just for this...” she thought letting out a sigh. Gracefully running her hands over the fabric, feeling the elastic waistband tension as she played around with it, hearing the slight snap as she opened the top of the once folded object. Moving her hand deeper Anna rubbed her fingers gently against the pristine white inner padding that she had enjoyed so very much clinging to her most private areas over the course of the last week, trying hard to savor the touch and the greatly overwhelming feeling it had brought her, she smiled knowing how much joy such a silly desire had brought her. Something she would surely miss she thought to herself briefly.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her bedroom walls were suddenly brightly lit up from outside and her moment of silence shattered. Quickly stuffing her last pull-up back into her bag and jumping to her feet. She turned, kneeling over her bed and peering out the window. Her dad was back, a little later than usual but whatever. It was a Friday after all he was probably finishing off some work at the office before coming home. Anna’s suspicion grew when she saw him get out and reach for the passenger side seat, there were a few small shopping bags on the seat - had he gone shopping already? This was unusual, that was usually a weekend activity reserved for the pair of them she continued to think. Watching with intent and suspicion, Anna looked on, scanning each bag he brought out and placed beside the car - at this point, Anna had tried to put two and two together. Maybe he had bought her some training panties to save the embarrassment of buying some with her there at his side. She knew she would never be able to live that down if that was the case. From this previous week's adventure, she had learned first hand how difficult and nerve wracking it had been to covertly wear them around her friends. How long could she keep that up? Anna contained scanning - looking for that telltale bright pink packaging, something? Anything? Just some hint she had got away with it, she was starting to get desperate - how could she check the bags without arising suspicious she thought.

Upon hearing the familiar click of the car door locking and the headlights began to fade Anna made herself scares, practically bounding down the stairs; trying to make it into the kitchen before her dad opened the door. She placed herself in the kitchen - posing behind the counter as if just getting herself a drink as her dad came through. “Oh hey. Want a hand with that?” She questioned, trying to seem as clueless as possible. “That would be nice.” Her dad replied, much to Anna’s delight. She started slowly unpacking the bags, carefully placing each item out on the kitchen counter - her hope slowly fading with each item until eventually, the bags were empty. “That everything?” Anna quested - trying not to arouse suspicion. “Yer just went to get a few bits for tonight to cook with, we can get the rest tomorrow.” Her dad responded with a smile. Upon hearing this Anna’s heart sank, she’d failed? Or at least the chances were very slim now Anna continued to debate. Though she maintained a normal and complacent emotion on her face, inside she wanted to cry. So that was it all over she thought. Turning around, ready to leave and head back upstairs. She still had the one pull-up tucked away in her bag and maybe just maybe she might get some tomorrow she thought while trying to debate the positives as she headed upstairs, defeated.

Chapter 24

The atmosphere that night was a little unusual, to say the least, though not visibly showing it, Anna was undoubtedly cross and upset with herself while keeping up the same composure, as usual, trying not to act like anything was dissimilar to a normal Friday night in. Thought a cloud of confusion hung over the young woman while she was still questioning herself about why her plan seemed to have failed. She was sat there at the dinner table that evening, after helping unpacking the shopping only half-hour earlier. She sat picking at her food with her folk, lost in the world of thoughts inside her head, the real world drowned out. Anna wanted to speak up - to question her dad's decisions but in doing so would reveal her intentions all along. Her face lit up and her cheeks burned deep red as she imagined how such a scenario might play out just opening up and asking to be regressed - relinquishing her responsibilities and all the adult freedoms she had with it. Though no doubt she thought her dad would be caring and understanding of her weird desires, this might be going too far. She could try again? Keep wetting the bed by her various methods and seeing what would happen? Alternatively, she could really drive the nail home and forcefully have an accident right there and then (with enough force she could possibly do it? Could she?) Anna debated to herself in abject science. She could hear her folk grinding across her plate - not really touching anything just halfheartedly moving it around from each side of the plate, she lacked the effort and motivation to finish her meal, though she was in fact still a bit hungry she was distracted by her mind. “You alright Anna, you seem distracted? Is something the matter?” Her dad asked, he’d detected something was wrong in his daughter's behavior and he’d asked with general compassion and sympathy, he did deeply love and care for her after all.  “It’s just...” she stopped, almost choking on her words, she struggled to pick up her head and meet his gaze. Could she finally admit her desires? Here and now? Like this, just confront this issue that blankly? “I...” her words trailed off, she was unable to finish her sentence, her voice quiet and her words stuck in the back of her throat. Though in her mind she had rehearsed and played out this scene so many times over she was desperately unprepared when the time had actually come.

“What’s wrong sweet girl?” He asked, his voice unlike hers so soft yet the words he spoke were so powerful. She felt her reserve breaking down with every sentence he spoke. Anna was going to crack and she knew it she couldn’t compose herself, looking at her feet shuffling underneath her; barely able to touch the floor - anything to distract herself. Anna could feel her eyes begin to grow hot and heavy. She wanted to be tough and brave but she knew that was a futile effort on her behalf. “Are your accidents getting worse?” He returned, at which point Anna just gave in. She started to cry - for once she wasn’t acting. She’d had enough of being a grown-up. Not only that, but she’d caved. Feeling her tears gently falling down her pretty young complexion she once again found the safety and compassion she desperately desired in her dad, shifting over to him. Placing her head on his strong shoulder. Feeling the safety she desperately craved so deeply as she did. She stayed there for a moment before shifting herself, sitting firmly across his lap. Feeling herself ever more slipping into her headspace as she did. (She was a small slender young girl, and the size difference between the two really helped her feel more like the inner child she was slowly falling into.) “cmon, it’s okay...” he gently began to reassure her, placing a hand against her and beginning to gently brush her hair in an attempt to calm her down. (His firm rough hands acting as a symbol of reassurance to the uncertain girl.) this was it for Anna - one of the many states of calm she desperately tried to lengthen as much as possible, a moment she wanted to savor. Her safe space. Sometimes a loving gentle embrace was all this spoiled bratty girl needed from life. “I didn’t have to work till late today - that why I was a little late, I emptied your bin this morning and...” he paused for a moment, carefully treading around the thin fragile situation at hand, not wanting to upset his beloved daughter anymore. She found his low thick voice reassuring in her ears (slowing her breathing and relaxing.) “...well let’s just say I noticed that you were nearly out... and please don’t take this the wrong way...” his voice continuing on. Anna desperately hoping, praying even this was heading in the direction she was imagining. Ending her cries, whipping her hot flustered face with her slender petite hand. “...I went to the pharmacy this morning and bought you another pack, I’ve left them upstairs in the bathroom cabinet. I hope you're not angry with me?” His genuine tone came as a relief to Anna. She was desperately trying to contain her gratitude and excitement she wanted to reach out and thank her dad for continuing her to live out her fantasy and progress her plan another step, she was relieved, exhausted and genuinely happy. She was able to indulge in her strange, yet desirable fantasy’s that extra part longer. Letting her escape her world of deadlines, exams and stress for her own private secluded world of safety and comfort, all without the need to lift a finger. (Feeling her dad's hands lift.) Anna got out. She let out a sigh of relief, standing up letting out a slight whisper as she did so. “Thank you.” She smiled, whipping her dusty brown hair from her face, gently letting it come to rest behind her ear. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts Anna sat back down at her usual seat, the hardwood chair screeching against the floor as she pulled herself once again closer to the table, hurriedly finishing her food - waiting to disappear upstairs, to be alone, have a moment of private and clarity, and moreover to get herself ready for bed early. The young woman needed her rest, and she knew it would be more deep and peaceful now knowing her plan could shortly continue.

Chapter 25

Practically running up the stairs Anna was questioning herself, how could she have been so stupid and overlooked such an obvious place? The bathroom. It had made sense now that she had run it back over in her mind, she continued in almost a joking fashion to herself barely able to hold her own content and excitement, a warm smile ever present on her face. Reaching the top of the stairs, where the bathroom door as she proceeded to grip the handle and enter the bathroom. Preceding in she paused, stopping for a moment. She turned - closing the door. Sliding the small brass knob underneath the door across till she heard that distinct click, confirming the door was closed. It was either doubt, shame, or security that made her double check that she had locked the door. Putting her shoulder against the thick wood and giving it a test nudge making sure it wouldn’t come open if the unthinkable were to happen. Like most young women Anna had the tendency to think the worst of any given situation whether related to her master plan or just referring to life in general. Once Anna had performed her checks she relaxed a little, she let out a sigh - composing herself. Taking a minute to briefly calm herself down, her excitement of being able to live out her continued fantasy mounting deep inside her. She brought up her hands to open the cupboard doors just above the sink to greet what awaited her, almost trembling with anticipation and excitement she opened the doors to lay her eyes once again on the bright pink glaringly obvious pack of pull-ups that were there in front of her. Already she could sense the smell entering her nose, that distinct telltale scent that you got with any form of absorbent underwear. Anna reached out - placing her hands on the soft plastic packaging hearing the fabric rustle against her soft slender hands. Taking it from the shelf she admired the design - all the cute girlish prints and patterns almost seemed hypnotic to her eyes. Anna (savouring the moment.) took her time, constantly running her fingers around the rough rectangular packet, taking in the sounds and the visuals before even opening it. Sure she still had one left but she was saving that in case of emergency as a last resort. In case the moment ever came that her plan had fallen through and that she had to build up some kind of reserve in case the worst was ever to happen later down the line, she couldn’t afford to wait till she moved out and her own space when she was older to try again, she wanted to seize the chance she currently had and hang onto it for as long as she possibly could, to remember and savour every opportunity.  To take the moment.

Once she had again had some time to compose herself she placed the packet still unopened under her arm, ready to move it and herself back into the safe comfort zone of her bedroom. Though her dad obviously knew the “problems” his daughter had developed still if he caught her walking around in her new panties or with her pull-ups she still felt some degree of shame and self conscious. Though she knew eventually this was a hurdle she had to face, just not one tonight. Anna was still building up to that - deep down she was still feeling conflicted and still trying to accept herself for who she was truly becoming. (After unlocking the door.) listening to make sure her dad wasn’t around Anna made the journey across the hall to her bedroom, her pull-ups still firmly grasped under her arm till once again she became submerged in her self haven, her bedroom, her safe space of regression. A place she could be her true self. It was getting late anyways now so she had to get ready for bed at some point. With her new panties securely under her possession now seemed a good a time as any. Anna threw herself down on her bed landing with an unceremonious thud, she wasted no time at all tearing into the packet she had now brought to rest on her lap. As she plunged her finger in she was once again greeted with the same pink and purple repeated pattern as before. Anna quickly removed one of her new panties at ram down feeling the soft material brush against her hands, almost becoming ecstatic at the feeling. She stood up and stripped off, throwing her clothes to the floor without care, her bedroom light casing a releasing shadow of her slender young frame across her floor as Anna stepped into her new panties, bringing them up her smooth golden legs to intimately rest against her most private areas between her legs. After securing the soft cotton waistband around her feminine hips she took her fingers, running them across the garters between her legs - around her petite delicate curves before she was satisfied with her work. Wasting no time she fell back, submerged into her sheets ready for a blissful night of peace and sleep, carefully and gently protected against any accidents or messes that a little girl like her could create.

Chapter 26

Anna lay within the warm comfortable confines of her bed, buried under her mountain of duvets and blankets. She couldn’t sleep, she laid motionless listing to the gentle cool evening breeze creeping in through her window that she had left slightly ajar before throwing herself into bed earlier. Her eyes fixed on the ceiling, looking on aimlessly as shadows danced around her room. Her mind was racing - a constant mix of thoughts. She felt happy and content. Laying there clad only in her training panties. Her new big girl underwear for the time being. For whatever reason, she couldn’t fathom just wearing something so simple as a pair of pull-ups brought out this overwhelming feeling of safety and security that she had begun to grasp and strive at this past week. Try as she might to understand Anna was no closer to understanding and unraveling such mysteries. But then again, on the other hand, there was always the abject feeling of shame and humiliation that always played against the back of her mind she was also yet to understand. Toying at herself from deep inside. Why would someone like her, a young supposedly independent, petite girl herself be attracted to such an obscure thing? That Anna couldn’t understand, for as long as she’d known this was something she’d always wanted, something she had desired.  Anna moved a hand down, deep beneath her layers of warmth and equal comfort, across her slender curves and smooth peachy skin till her hands had found themself resting on her new underwear. Despite these negative feelings, there was something about even them that she had begun to develop a fondness for. Her small slender fingers began to toy with the thin cotton waistband of her pull-ups, pulling against the material - always being careful not to break or overstretch the seems that were only finely glued together. But as she toyed Anna began to explore her such humiliating desires. She blushed at the simple thought of it, taking her hand and cupping it against the firm yet soft putter material tightly hugging against her crotch. There was something ecstatic almost euphoric about the way that the soft cotton like inner material rubbed against her most intimate private areas in such a way, such a sensation nothing else had ever been able to come close to. Gently taking her fingers and stroking them against the outside of the thin outer material of the garment she pondered further, delving deeper into her desires. If her training panties already made her feel as such, Anna couldn’t wait to one day, down the road be able to finally feel what blissful sensation she would feel when being taped into a real diaper, though her training panties were convenient for when she needed to go to the bathroom Anna didn’t want to deal with that in her ideal world. A world where the blissfully unaware women could forget about such needs and proceed to make her messes as and where she was whenever she felt the need to relieve herself. Such a thought made her heart race. Though she had only ever experienced the occasional wet spot which already nearly brought her to the edge of a wonderful climax when she would grind it against herself she because flustered at the thought of how a full wet accident would feel, the warmth of the now expanded padding tightly gripping around her waist almost teasing her or the most embarrassing of them all, relinquishing all control she had and messing herself. Though flustered at the thought she was not sure if she could commit to either act just yet, though she had tried in the bathroom a few times she wasn’t able to break that mental barrier just yet - as much as she tried.

Her special panties had started to become slightly damp at these thoughts they felt good as she took her hand and constantly rubbed them against her to her thoughts. That would be the ultimate goal she thought, continuing to herself. Through all the flustered shame and emotions that her wonderful kinks had brought to her, she craved something else too, despite the obvious fact this was a huge turn on for the young women she also desired something more gentle and soft, creating a safe world free of adult stress and worry one where she could live out what ridiculous fantasy’s she had, to be cared for and doted over in such an intimate way - Anna had to admit she was a bit of an old romantic in that fashion, sometimes all she craved was compassion and love, she wanted a figure like that in her life, someone who understood her wired and strange desires, embracing them and her. Her hands began to slow and stop. She wanted to regress, to not worry about life. That should be someone else’s job she retorted to herself. She just wanted to be a helpless little girl to someone she could trust to look after her most delicate and basic needs, someone to dress her every day, feed her meal and drinks from childish wares, someone she could trust to change her diapers when she made her accidents and her messes (teasing her whilst doing so.) but someone who could just praise her every day, a positive addition to her little world. A daddy figure in her life. This was the balancing act she was mentally performing. Trying to find the perfect balance of lust and humiliation whilst still feeling loved and small like the baby she deep down identified as. Anna being the only child often found growing up she got her way whatever she wanted, and this was no exception - this was her perfect life, her perfect chance to enact upon such a desire here and now. Though it would be a long and challenging road ahead of her she knew that despite all of her fears and doubts this is what she wanted, something that she needed even in her life, her future. She didn’t want to grow up she just wanted to regress, a helpless girl at someone else’s mercy - physically and sexually. Though she couldn’t achieve most of it now Anna had subtle ways of breaching into her fantasy’s every now and again. She rolled over in bed, letting out a muffled moan beneath her covers as she brought her hand back up to her, firmly locking it around the stuffed animal that was never more than an arms width away from her during the night - she found it easier to sleep if she had something with her every night even at her big age now. Taking her other hand, bringing it up to her face; though she dreamed of one day owning a pacifier or her own for now her thumb would do. She blushed at the thought of such a silly childish thing that brought her so much comfort. (As she pressed her thumb between her lips, letting it comfortably rest in her mouth.) she began to gently suck on it, helping her drift off into a peaceful night of restful sleep.

Chapter 27

That night Anna wasn’t able to have the peaceful night's rest she had wanted, she found herself constantly waking up, her eyes suddenly flickering open immersing back into the world. She tossed around in bed, the old mattress springs creaking all the while; submerged under the many layers of duvets and blankets mounted upon herself. Keeping her nice and warm, shielding her from the cool night breeze that was gently seeping in through her window. There was too much passing in her mind to sleep at this moment. A mess of thoughts and emotions plagued her mind. Though her little plan was progressing at a steady pace she wanted to finally feel what it was like to have an accident of her own accord - try as she might these past few days she hadn’t been able to relieve herself on purpose yet. Something the young women was determined to do one way or another, she had thought that if she drank enough before bed this last week that it would be the way and she would wake up the next morning, with her soaked brightly coloured childish training panties desperately still clinging around her waist and though it had worked once, the rest of the results were inconclusive. After waking up the first day wet before any of her plans went into action was a new, unique and strangely comfortable experience she was adamant to recreate, though something she’d always dreamed about doing -  the actual feeling and emotional release that came with it was something else, such a euphoric feeling nothing came close to recreating, it made her feel embarrassed and shameful - like a naughty child but at the same time it was such a turn on, like a wave washing over her. Something at first she hadn’t expected. Anna sat up - allowing the hot air to rush in, beating against her smooth silk like golden skin that spanned her small frame. “I'm finally gonna do it...” she thought to herself - her mind still a tide of thoughts, such a deep sea of emotions. Anna turned, her legs emerging from the protective warmth from under her bed, depositing her feet firmly onto the ground, twitching her feet as they brushed in between the thick shag carpet where she sat for a moment - half exposed in her bedroom, the moonlight reflecting in long shards that spanned her floor emerging through the curtains. Trying not to concentrate Anna sat there for a moment unsure how to proceed. She took a moment trying to figure out how she could possibly pass the mental block she had been building up all of her life in order for her to be able to releases herself and have a genuine accident in her pants. Sitting there, with her mind going blank absent of thoughts Anna tried as hard as she could - to push, to let go, to relieve herself right there in her bedroom but again to no avail.

Frustrated, Anna stood up, fully exposed to the cold night air. Hoping that a more vertical stance would help her to move things along. But try as she might again nothing happened. Beginning to get frustrated Anna stood there for a moment questioning herself? “She’d drank plenty enough earlier and she did need to go somewhat badly, so why couldn’t she? Was it really that hard?” In a bid to create a more familiar surrounding the young woman crept off to the bathroom leaving the safety and security of her bedroom to expose herself into the unknown. She looked at the picture of innocence as she went clad only in a loose fitting shirt and her training panties, exposed on full display for everyone to see who might be watching. Once in the bathroom she repeated the tradition of once again barricading herself inside making sure to lock the doors before sitting herself down on the toilet, her training panties still on - dry and holding tight to her slender form. Once again she sat there, trying to let herself go but again, now with the familiarity of her current setting she was still unable to go. Moving to one final result she stood up for a second, sliding her protective panties down her smooth legs the material gliding across her before sitting down again - keeping her hands on her panties around her knees. Anna stopped and focused. Taking a minute to herself before going like she had done god knows how many thousand times before in her life. But just as she started to go she stood up, firm and strong - quickly pulling her new panties with intense speed trying to catch every drop of her own messes. As she brought her training panties back up to where they had been moments before she noticed that try as she might now she couldn’t stop going, like a broken tap almost. Feeling the material between her legs swell and grow warm between her legs expanding underneath her most delicate area, Anna was quickly shocked, wondering if they were designed to hold such an accident looking at the constantly expanding bulge and the yellowing of the garment that was taking place between her legs, forcing her legs aside in an awkward waddle. Aside from the faint hissing sound, she felt herself slowing down, stopping - unable to comprehend that finally after long last that she’d finally been able to eventually, have an accident!

Chapter 28

Standing there, Anna was still blown away by the sheer strength of her own might. She had finally, after many long frustrating days of trying, managed to force herself to have an accident and relieve herself into the comforting confines of her training panties. Still somewhat shocked from the experience she took her hands and placed them both between her legs running her hands over the large warm bulge between her legs, on one hand, she felt dirty, childish and shameful but at the same time, the sheer rush from such negative emotions hit her once again that she had newly become so addicted to. Washing over her - creating such a sheer feeling that nothing she could act would ever compare to. She felt herself begin to throb at the thought of it, further dripping into her panties. Hoping they would be able to contain her leaks and messes. She began to gently rub the sodden wet material against herself in a gentle slow motion. Feeling her wet accident and its comforting warmth against her as she continued to move her fingers about. Every movement bringing about this new addicting a motion she craved so desperately and deeply in her center. She adored how the warm mess felt against her and how the thick gentle padding made her feel safe and secure, yet somehow still vulnerable at the same time - it was a new mix of emotions that Anna could barely digest and comprehend as she stood there, her figure half illuminated, painted against the walls in the dim bathroom light. There was just something about the overwhelming feeling, the way it slipped between her legs as she continued to slowly but rhythmically rub against herself, feeling herself longing and desperately craving this new form of sexual release. Despite everything she’d seen, read and watched online nothing had come close or compared to the first hand feeling she was now experiencing. Her legs buckled together, knees touching, her hands clamping down on her wet throbbing crotch making her feel weak and light headed in the most euphoric way possible creating such a blissful sensation. (Something that Anna knew she would surely become addicted to in the future.)

After this good while of contemplation, Anna began to grow tired and longed to return to bed - this is when it hit her, what if she was seen or caught now? Would she be able to still play it off as an accident - maybe she had just woken up wet and wanted to change? Or perhaps she had gotten caught short on the way to the bathroom, she began to contemplate. Either way, she knew that if her dad saw her waddling her way back to bed there would be a high chance that she would be exposed for whom she truly was and no mistaking the obvious stink and look of her wet pants that loosely hung between her delicate little legs. (After checking to make sure no one was about.) Anna teetered her way across the corridor and back into the safety and comfort of her bedroom, she felt her damp pull-ups constantly bunch up and rub against her most intimate areas creating such a feeling as she went - the bulk making her distinctly waddle her way back, awkwardly stepping with her legs again as she tried to get used to the sensation now between her legs. Once back in her room, she took her hand once again and gave the bulge between her legs a final rub, feeling the now dry but still slightly warm sensation. Before jumping back into bed she took her hands, pulling the sides of the garment up as high as they could go without bursting at the sides - feeling the material stretch and tension as she did in hopes they wouldn’t rip or fall off during the rest of the night. Carefully Anna lowered herself back down onto her bed, feeling her cool mess slowly expand between her legs as the thick bulge distributed under her weight. Carefully she rolled herself onto her back, her legs still gentle spread off to each side of her, knees slightly bent up looking exactly like the part of a toddler with a wet nappy she was desperately trying to imitate. Laying there, stuffed animal closely clutched in her arm, thumb in her mouth gently snuggled up beneath her warm layers she was beginning to slowly experience the other side of things, feeling warm, safe and heavily regressed - she was too small to think, her adult mind completely slipped away. Leaving her with her infantile absent random thoughts. Her heavy eyes brushing gently to a close, as she drifted off back to sleep enjoying her blissful state of infantile calm.

Chapter 29

Waking up the next morning Anna awake to an intense feeling she hadn’t experienced before, as the bright, early morning light began to sweep across her bedroom floor, pushing its way through the semi transparent curtains Anna found herself slowly remember the events of the previous night, as she blinked her deep brown eyes open she felt the haze in her mind clearing - first off believing it to be a very deep and peaceful dream but slowly disregarding those feeling as they reached a hand down and between her legs to confirm that yes, for the first time last night she had forced herself to have an accident in her (now half fallen down.) training panties that desperately cling to her, not being able to hold up the sheer weight of the delicate young women’s accidents. Still half asleep she took her hand and gently tugged at the soft cotton like fabric, hiking them back up and around her slender petite waist. Once again she began to rub at her training panties, feeling the once warm and recent accident that had now grown cold and damp between her legs - Anna was still surprised that she enjoyed this feeling, there was a heavy contrast between the warm morning breeze, the warmth of her bed and nighttime clothing, against the cold mass between her legs. Feeling her messes rubbed against her made Anna feel shameful for having such a childish even babyish accident in her panties, in truest did feel like a naughty toddler and the shame from those emotions Ed made Anna begin to blush and fluster. Submerged deep under the many blankets her beautiful face was painted with a deep red blush, she felt an exciting rush of emotions wash over her that due to her sleepy state she was finding it hard to progress. On one hand, she wanted to take her hands deeper to rub against her most private areas, stroking herself fast and deep bringing her to climax in her naughty predicament clear for anyone to see if they looked at the half faded childish design that tightly wrapped against her figure, amplifying her gentle curves. On the other hand, though in her current state she also felt vulnerable, with the precious night's accidents clinging to her the petite young women tightly grasped at her stuffed animal looking for some sense of reassurance and comfort, truest in her regressed headspace she wanted some sort of instance support, she wanted to cry and call out for her dad - she needed someone to tell her that accidents were okay and the needed someone to calm her from her infantile state, almost on the verge of tears. In an effort to combat that Anna took her fingers placing them back into her mouth and began to once again gently and rhythmically suck on it in a bid to find comfort and calmness. She felt too little and regressed to process her own thoughts, her mind was clouded - Anna couldn’t think straight. Also, she wanted was someone to be there for her, that ounce of physical intimacy she craved soo deeply while she lay there in her most vulnerable state, clad in a shirt and her training panties clutching her stuffed animal fighting against her, feeling its fur brushing against her face.

This was something new that Anna had recently begun to experience - though she had known and wanted for a long time to be little and regress herself as part of her master plan she had begun to feel all these news levels and wants of needs and emotions begin to unlock that previously, she never had conceived before. Some sort of deep level of emotion she now understood needed to be met and satisfied above all. It was a level of compassion and comfort she desired in her regressed mindset. She wanted to be swallowed up with love and validation for who she truest was, to find something that accepted her for her truest form - aspects she’d never contemplated needing in her life until now, intimate validation for her little set. That’s how she wanted to spend her ideal life, totally transformed and regressed - slowly waking up in her own crib, again buried under her mountains of blankets, kept warm and safe - with tall standing railings that kept Anna from falling out. (She was too little to be trusted in a normal bed.) safely tucked away in a onesie, paci clipped on at one end and the other safely kept between her lips for her to use. She wanted to wake up with a thick nappy tightly tapped between her legs, the thick material crinkling with every move she made, tightly securing all of her accidents between her legs she wanted to happen while she peacefully slept throughout the night - unaware of her own doings. She wanted a caregiver to lovely in and give her the reassurance she needed that again, making accidents and messes in her nappy’s was okay, she was too little to know better and to be lovingly helped out and changed into a cute outfit or so and a fresh thick nappy, maybe even doubled or tripled depending on how much she had gone previously in the night in her last one. And to feel the soft material tightly crinkling between her legs that were unable to close - forcing her to be picked up and carried whenever she wanted to move or go anywhere. For now, though Anna knew she had to sort herself, she was limited to her training panties for the moment, knowing that one day she would be able to experience real nappies or adult sized ones for her to experience and use accordingly. She knew that to do so she had to slowly make her accidents more common and more frequent to a point where someone (her dad.) might catch on to her “unintentional doing.” Condoning the young women to even more childish garments. She knew this meant accepting this side of her and having to deal with it more publicly she began to contemplate. (Feeling her mind clear as she emerged from her regressed headspace, unable at the moment to handle the emotional weight it brought her.) she knew she had to be more confident in wearing whatever her special underwear may be in public and in general as Anna had tried to conserve herself and kept her training panties private she continued to herself as she got up and changed herself, taking off her soiled wet training panties and depositing them into her bedroom bin. But just as quickly grabbing another from the package as she collected the rest of her outfit for the day. A weekend meant that she would more often than not be dragged out shopping with her dad. A perfect chance to try and a just herself to wearing her training panties in a more public environment Anna’s thoughts concluded as she looked ok, into the mirror and deep into her own reflection, contemplating the choices she had made and how far she was willing to go.

Chapter 30

From her morning escapade, Anna was still hesitant about her confidence when it came to wearing her training panties in public. She had worn them while she was at college a few times already but those were spur of the moment events, not something she had planned on advance as today. Also, whenever she had done this previously, she remembered how hard it was to conceal her dark red cheeks from the sheer embarrassment and the thought that somebody would find out. It made her go weak at the knees just thinking about it. Though this was a turn on it itself the shame and the fear were still there, though she dreaded the day that her friends could inevitably find out and how desperately she had tried to keep this whole side of her away from them - avoided wearing her special panties in classes they shared together and that time earlier in the week they had come over rather unexpectedly and how Anna had tried very hard to conceal such a childish garment from them. The idea of someone randomly seeing them, whether in college or out in public was less fazing, these were random people she had no prior interaction with and probably wouldn’t have again so she didn’t care what they had to say or think about her minding her own business wearing something as babyish as her training panties. It was people like her friends and her dad, people she couldn’t avoid in life, people she had to socialise with, be around and to an extent live with - this was what Anna found most shocking and the truest humiliation, having to look these people in their eyes knowing they knew her deep and utterly humiliating idea of fun. Plus she found this was a sure fire way to start her descent into little space, she had always thought it was a quick way to pass the time at the back of class aimlessly drawing in the back of one of her notebooks with all the skill of a child instead of worrying about important classwork and other key information that effected her future grades. Trying to disregard this, however; Anna continued getting ready for the day - it was the weekend, after all, she could afford to take her time and not rush getting dressed.

After standing there and glancing through her wardrobe, scanning her vast array of clothing she could wear, Anna took a step over to the window, peaking out like a pensive child, surveying the weather. Trying to make an informed decision before finalising her selection. (The weather was fairly mild and cool.) This ended up being a long and heavy denim skirt in a hope that it wouldn’t get caught in a gust of wind - exposing her, some thick tights she could wear underneath again to minimise the chance of someone getting a glimpse if the worse happened. Converses were a must. A plain white shirt, with a long draping pink hoodie over the top - she liked this one specifically, she’d purchased it a while back online. This specific one always made Anna feel cute and childish - like most of the outfits she wore outside they always had some sort of covert little aesthetic to them, this one specifically had a small hello kitty badge over the left breast, nothing to outrageous but it made her feel small and adorable, so she often tended to wear it out. Again playing on this aesthetic, she often found tying her hair up in a cute style often intensified this aspect of her fashion sense, she was able to express herself without drawing too much attention to herself.

After some contemplation Anna decided it was for the best to bite the bullet and wear her training panties around her dad today, she knew she had to become more confident with this element of herself and this was the best way to familiarise herself and prepare for the possible future of this being full time and more of a centre focus in her life. Taking the object in her hand, she slowly began to unfold it, feeling the soft cotton material crinkle as it snapped open between her fingers. She took her hands stretching the material out to both sides, feeling its tension as it rubbed against her hands, slowly and still tentatively Anna stepped in, looking down at the crisp white material that would slowly hug against her petite figure. She always savoured this moment, the few seconds before she pulled her panties up between her legs. The anticipation was always a rush. Something she deeply savoured. Once her training panties were up, Anna brushed her hooked fingers around the waistband, modifying the fit till it was just perfect - sitting firmly on her slender curves. Anna proceeded to pull up her tights, pushing her training panties even closer and more firmly against her than she had experienced before, there was something about the way they did that made her feel safe and secure, a feeling she enjoyed that help push her mindset further. Knowing she would be protected from little messes or accidents she had. (This concluded today’s outfit before she headed downstairs.)

Once downstairs, this portion of the day became like every other, just her there for the moment, able to get something before heading off to whatever the day held, on weekends like this however she had more time to sit down and contemplate. Anna hasted herself, clicking on the kettle preparing to make a drink while she collected something from the fridge to eat - once she had gathered this and a warm drink she sat down at the counter, slowly sipping at the hot cup of tea she had prepared before eating, gently cupping it with both hands. She absentmindedly looked on into the corner of the room, the patch of empty space directly in front of her. Some days she wished, when she really had enough of being big and grown up on her own terms, that there would be the ideal space for a high chair, for her high chair. She loved the idea of being tightly but lovingly strapped into the comfortable oversized quilted seat, being forced to sit in the messes of her thick heavy nighttime diaper that she would still be wearing (In her headspace Anna was too young to decide if and when she was changed.) the straps tightly compressing her accidents into her most vulnerable areas, made aware of what she had done throughout the night now hung cold between her legs. She could imagine what it would be like to be spoon fed so carefully and lovingly by someone who truly treasured caring for her most intimate needs and wants and to not leave until someone else deemed her finished, cleaning up her face that would inevitably be covered in her mess from her meal before being carried off to be changed for the day. It was dreams like this that only filed Anna’s desires further and made her want to push her plan forwards, she concluded to herself.

Chapter 31

Anna often spent her free weekends where she had no period commitments or obligations being as care free and as idol as possible, today however she spent that idol time browsing through her phone, aimlessly scrolling through social media - constantly refreshing the same three apps over and over again in a bid that something new would pop up on her feed and save her from the insuring boredom. She lay there comfortably atop the mountain of blankets she piled on her bed, creating the perfect warm nest for her to submerge herself in when she wanted to disappear from the world and into her own illusions and fantasies. (She had made sure to drape some tail end of the covers back and over herself, this prevented anyone who might walk past her doorway and peer in exposing them self to the childish secrets she had hidden underneath the open end of her skirt. Though Anna had fantasised about such embarrassing scenes of exposure in the past and knew that one day her most intimate childish secrets would be out in the open for the entire world to see she was still quite shy, reserved and calculated about herself, her appearance and who she was inside.) as she lay there she began to aimlessly suck on her thumb - gently bringing her hand up to her face and depositing her slender feminine finger between her plump lips and perfect pearly teeth. Anna had started unknowingly doing this more recently than ever. As a child she had found a hard time kicking this habit that had grown up with her throughout the years - for Anna it was purely something of a thing of comfort to unknowingly preform. She always felt a weird sense of calmness about it that she couldn’t explain until recently when she had discovered these things about herself and more importantly what each of these different pieces and kinks of hers demanded to be satisfied. After discovering this side of her and deluging deeper down the rabbit hole Anna identified herself as more of an adult baby - though innocent sounding at first Anna found these things not just soothing to herself but there was quite the kinky thrill being involved in such a taboo perverse kink in the first place. One thing Anna has wished for, for a long time was a proper adult pacifier of her own, she always saw them being shown off by various company’s and models across the internet which only made her desires for one increase, there was such a range to choose from, so many shapes, makes and brand that all offered different colours and designs. From very early on she had debated buying one off the shelf from a shop - anywhere that had a baby and toddler section but every time Anna had the courage to attempt such a daring feet she anyways burned with humiliation and shame that made her turn back. She had thought about ordering one from a website that she had seen, however this was quickly ruled out too; what if someone stumbled upon her search history or what of her dad found out if he ever checked her debit card bill. Even so it would be mortifying and completely unexplainable if she had gone through and ordered one only for her dad to open up the box addressed to her house accidentally thinking it was something for himself or even worse found it hidden somewhere secretive in his daughters bedroom while cleaning the house. There was no where really that she could hide it - a draw perhaps? Under her mattress?  In a box somewhere at the back of her wardrobe? Thought all solid options Anna certainly didn’t want to chance it. She was never that lucky.

Unfortunately for Anna there was nothing quite like the sensation and feeling that came close, though obviously she had one as a child growing up the memory of one was a distance hazy blur in the back of her mind by now - obscured every further as she grew up. She could however only scrap the tip of the iceberg, imagining what such would feel like. Such a thick rubbery bulb gently placed between her lips, warmly kept in her mouth. Such an obscure taste that felt so welcoming, families and comforting all the same, something she could have in her mouth all day to quell her oral fixations need, something to help her peacefully sleep during the nights, something that obscured her speech making her sound like absent minded toddler, slurring her worlds like the child she was, something that would make her drool down her clothes from behind the large brightly coloured plastic guard making her look like an absent minded baby but at the same time something that when worn would undeniably complete the picture of infancy she would look like. Thinking about such a predicament had started to get the young women all flustered, exposing her delicate intimate side - wanting to cry out for attention and positive praise, to be held babied and cared for but teased and humiliated like the needy desperate girl that Anna was. Such a confusing blend of emotions and retorts that all became a concoction in Anna’s mind, her idea of a perfect role within a perfect life. Her Tumblr feed for example was a perfect example of her contrasting moods, the tel complete segregated polar opposites paired alongside one another when ever she aimlessly scrolled through her phone, something she’d never open in public - afraid of anyone catching even the slightest glimpse of her own special world; something she had found incredibly difficult to explain to previous potential partners that she had kept such a locked closely guarded secret - but now with her plan moving into motion this was just another hurdle that she be would have to overcome when introducing the world to the truest form of herself, an infantile toddler in both appearance and mind - desperately craving the simplest forms of care and attention whilst simultaneously housing some dark twisted perversions underneath the surface - how she would find anyone willing to put up with such a complex mess never mind helping indulge in such behaviour Anna thought to herself letting out a smirk from the corner of her mouth, thumb still safely tucked between her lips she thought, was an impossible mystery to her - Anna continued, enjoying wasting her morning, carefully cocooned within the warm confines, lounging in her bed.

Chapter 32

For Anna it was a typical Saturday morning in her case of which she was able to relax and unwind after a harsh intense week at college. Giving her some breathing time when Anna was able to just unpack the events of the weeks gone by and take everything in, a time as well she was able to be her truest form, lounging around doing nothing - waiting for the days to come where she would be able to live out her infantile fantasy’s. Being a big girl was tough and she had definitely had enough of adulting for one lifetime, why it wasn’t socially acceptable (or at least more mainstream.) to want to spend her free time lounging around in her own enlarged crib safely tapped up in a thick brightly coloured adult diaper to safely catch all of her little messes and accidents, simultaneously dressed up in either the cutest little baby dresses, sporting bright colours, patterns and lovable children’s characters or adult sized onesies all while’s having her every need and want waited on was a mystery still to Anna - “what’s the big fuss?” She often questioned herself, still fully splayed out across her bed. Her momentary pondering was however quickly finished, snapped out of her own words by a sharp knock against her old hard wooden bedroom door, still thrust open - Anna on full view. Quickly, the young girl bolted round in an effort to salvage what dignity she had left at this point. (The adult who still had occasional “accidents” in her panties - or that’s what the world thought at least.) seeing her dad stand there, in all his imposing stature as Anna looked on - her face almost beet red, hoping he didn’t see up her skirt before she had thrust herself around. “Heading out to pick up the rest of the bits I couldn’t get hold of yesterday.” Her dad called out to her - his tone always so gentle and loving. “You coming?” He questioned. Anna was always happy to spend time with her dad, as the supportive father figure in her life she always found that no matter what activity the pair got up to there was always fun moments to be had, genuine moments too where she felt she could slip her guard down just a little, and give him peaks into her infantile world. Anna being the only child always found out that she got the attention she required as and when she demanded it no matter what or who tried to stop her - growing up she had always been a daddy’s girl and that was a phase she would never have outgrown; playing into her fantasies deeply and suggestively. Anna nodded, not responding verbally. “Okay, get your coat on... I’m leaving in a few minutes.” He continued, the young woman quickly shot up from her bed as her dad disappeared from sight, though she was still cautious in his presence he was the only one that knew her little secret, Anna knew he would be confidential and discreet about a certain matter but still had no idea she occasionally wore them from time to time during the day as well - this was her secret and something she still kept fairly close guarded - not wanting to give off as much as a hint to what might be going on or making that distinct noise from underneath his daughter's thick denim skirt. Anna was mostly already sorted to go out on her shopping trip, all she needed was to collect her coat from downstairs on the way out - though she was beginning to feel a slight sense of hunger since breakfast she knew that if she was well behaved whistle out or if she was to puppy dog eyes her dad enough she would probably get treated to lunch out at a place of her choosing. (Hoping they were going to the large store a bit further away from the house and not the local one, the bigger one had a nice cafe that brought back fond memory’s spending quality time with her dad when she was younger and was always a favourite place of hers - always getting treated to a small cake or biscuit for being well behaved while out in public growing up, a lifestyle of bribery Anna was accustomed to.)

After presiding out of her bedroom and down the stairs, Anna waited to get her coat from the cabinet at the bottom of the stairs, she stood there patiently waiting her turn standing on the bottom step of the stairs much like she used to, where she would wait for her dad to sort her out; placing her feet in her shoes and gently tying the laces or zipping up her coat. Though days like that were long passes Anna still hoped one day to return to those families time, she half wanted to stand there waiting to see what could possibly happen however she knew that now, not under the right context would look a bit strange - her waiting for something she was expected to do herself and had been for years now. With her coat draped over her arm and clutched into her chest Anna predicted out, almost skipping the brief steps she took towards the car and then standing there waiting for it to be unlocked before getting in after hearing that trademark beep and watching the lights flash - though a simple thing, it appealed to Anna’s little side almost making her smile, she would often find that under the right headspace any of life’s simple tasks or outcomes brought her little self a sense of wonder and joy, almost as if she was experiencing all the world over again for the first time. Often one of Anna’s much pondered fantasies was how travel could be so different if treated like the innocent child she desperately tried to be. She didn’t want to sit in the front passenger seat when out in the car, which was reserved for grown ups. Instead of being gently ushered or carried into the back seat where there she would have her own car seat fitted into the back of her dad's car - there was just something about being gently and safely deposited into her own special seat and lovely strapped in, it was such an innocent fantasy Anna continued to herself - the car starting and pulling away as she gazed onwards. Dressed her prettiest baby dresses, taken out for a drive on a warm summer's day, window slightly left open a crack, enough for a gentle breeze to billow through. All while Anna could flail away in her thick padded car seat, the restrictive straps keeping her from moving too far, having her arms and chest firmly secured and a tight heavy crotch strap between her legs, tightly pressing between her legs into her most delicate areas, Anna would be restrained there, thickly diapered (preferably on show under her dress as she aimlessly kicked her legs about - babbling away to herself without a care.) being forced to sit there in whatever messes she had made or was going to roll a grown up released her from her prison - Anna’s simple mind couldn’t work out the complex straps and buckles. Either forced to sit there, her wet accidents and sodden crotch tightly pressed against her, the warm comforting sensation and tight intrusive strap rubbing her in the most teasing way, or sitting there with her messy bottom tightly tapped against her. Securing her little messes tightly in place till she was granted a change, forced to sit and stew for as long as the journey took. Those were the days Anna longed for, tough embarrassing, it was such a tremendous turn on at the same time. Anna sat there waiting, aimlessly looking out of the window as the car traveled, observing the world as a blur. Continuing to fantasize about better times when she would be able to fully live out her dreams.

Chapter 33

Arriving at the store brought out a whole other range of fantasy’s and situations only dreamt of by the young women - Anna who’d always had these thoughts, desires and wants enjoyed spending time with her dad no matter the occasion, though Anna was now supposedly grown up despite appearance or mentality she still found ways to enact some of her childish fun and personality when ever she could. One of her biggest DD/LG situations that she fantasied about concerned a shopping trip out and about with a daddy figure in her life, to be pushed around in the child’s seat of the shopping trolley almost effortlessly as she sat there lost in her own universe. Considering Anna’s physique, the young petite women had quite a slender figure and could possibly still fit if she tried hard enough and though she’d almost leap at the opportunity to do so, it would be completely inappropriate in such a public setting - she could only imagine the embarrassment of such and the comments that local patrons would mumble under their breath as she did; full of snarky remarks, comments and judgmental words that almost would match up to their stairs that painted a thousand words of their own.  But aside that it would be the thought process of her dad that mattered most to her - the only opinion that did in her life despite her own. Though pre established, there was a limit to his kindness and the way he would do anything for his daughter no matter how silly or infantile the request but there was obviously a fine line that Anna didn’t want to tread, additionally if she was to do such a public stunt it would definitely ruin the goals for her plan in the long run. (The long game she was desperate to beat.)

She couldn’t imagine something such as fun and liberating to her little heart than being pushed around while out shopping at the store. How she could be effortlessly picked up from her car seat, gently unbuckling her confining straps and lifting her from her safe comforting seating. From the relative warmth and safety of inside the family car to being placed into the cold hard plastic seat of the shopping trolley - only to safely be buckled into another device again. Though she would had the bar in front for her own safety like most things in her regressed life they came accompanied by an invasive crotch strap tightly and securely fastened between her legs. Though Anna couldn’t understand her fascination with such a thing it was undeniably still there, to have a long strip of harsh taught material deeply buried against her most private areas there was a certain thrill - a turn on about having something gently and constantly rubbing against her, something intimate and intrusive that Anna found so kinky. The thought alone of something rubbing up against the crotch of her nappy, made her blush deep and shameful being turned on by such a thing. She’d have to sit there idol, babbling away to herself absorbed in all the pretty coloured packets and boxing designs as she was toured around the aisle, her fixated trance only broken at the realisation she needed to relive herself, as the baby that Anna was she had no control, no idea how to hold it like a “big girl” she would aimlessly wet and mess herself when ever she needed to no matter the situation - that’s why in her regressed form Anna was to be confined to wearing only the most babyish adult diapers at all times, fully on display underneath her skirt or dress (weather permitting.) so that it was easy to check the girl when ever her caregiver deemed it so. The unbearable thought of having to relieve herself in such a publicly open space only made Anna’s heart race that little faster, for every event that happened in the real world Anna could almost think up at least ten situations in which her humiliation and lust could be turned up and further amplified if Anna was in her regressed state.

When she wasn’t submerged in a world of her own thoughts, Anna found herself, ambling along behind her dad at the store. Walking was boring. She would rather spend the time being carried or more rather pushed around, always the centre of attention. As she walked she was half paying attention to the world, the other passing shoppers, announcements over the loudspeakers and rows upon rows of shelf’s all seemed to wash past her. Occasionally she would see something that caught her attention, maybe something new or shiny pretending from the shelves to snag her focus for a passing second but it never lasted too long. It was days like this that should would enact being a “helper” to her dad always volunteering herself to shortly run off to scavenge a particular item or object only to hurriedly rush back and to deposit it back into the cart in return for positive praise. Moments liked these are what made Anna realise than nothing in the world was more powerful than time she spent with her dad. As a little and an adult baby it was these parental moments she grasped at every day, the little moments she could add to the bigger picture - she found that slowly but surely over time with each outing the pair had together she was slowly wearing down his guard and Anna had started to catch on to the fact that her dad had started to be even more childish and patronising to her as her plan progressed. From calling her the odd pet name's every now and then to the “good girl.” And various other forms of praise he would verbally dish out whenever Anna had to bend down or stretch up really high for an item on a shelf for his slowly demonising list.

Chapter 34

With her shopping trip coming to a close another one of Anna’s precious farther daughter moments was clearing the spark slowly dimming as the flame was put out. Soon it would be back to their separate lives when they were at home - Anna in her room either working on various pieces of homework’s or assignments she needed to do or out with her friends, socialising - enjoying the company of others and her popularity while her dad stayed at home cooking, cleaning and all the rest. Otherwise had been at his office working absent from her life for a few hours a day but to Anna who desperately craved such a parental figure, it felt like a lifetime. Her thoughts drifted as she stood there in life, listening to the droning endless forced conversations between store workers and customers or the ever present beeping as items scanned all around her before crashing down onto the other side to be hurriedly packed away. At this moment Anna realised she needed to pee. Quite desperately - she’d been too lost in her fantasies she had ignored the early telltale signs her body was trying to give her. She stood there for a moment. Paused, pensive and strategically planning her next move. Sneaking off to the bathroom would be easy to quickly excuse herself for a brief moment but then considered her other option, she was wearing her training panties underneath her skirt she could - with enough willpower and determination relieve herself there and then. A plan Anna tried to enact. Standing there, she tried as desperately as she could not to focus, not to think - to let her mind drift to something else as a distraction so she could be absent and just tell her body to let go. (When Anna was trying to use her training panties for there intended purpose the other day she had found that this had helped break down the metal blockade she had struggled through.) standing there shoulders relaxed fists unclenched she tried to block out the world for a moment she that she was able to wet herself right there in public like a hapless toddler who knew no better. But try as she might Anna found this increasingly harder than the other day. Gone were the friendly warm secure and comforting surroundings of her upstairs bathroom, now out here fully exposed there were so many people. So many possible bystanders if something was to go wrong. What if Anna drew too much attention to herself pushing and grunting right there in line - surely someone would notice? What if by some chance she was able to go and wet herself right there, what if her training panties leaked, a tell tale give away as her warm wet mess would slowly drip down her legs, pooling at her feet. It would be very obvious then would she have done wouldn’t it? Would they even hold a full on accident - though Anna was certain they possibly could, when she had managed to briefly lull herself into doing it at home she had found only a little had come out, much less than usual at least? Or perhaps what if they sagged too much - exposing her childish secret to the world. The playful bright childish patterns gently peaking out from underneath her skirt exposing how infantile she really was. The warm off coloured padding hanging there sodden and drenched between her legs would be quite a strong visual indication to anyone who looked that Anna had most defiantly wet herself.

After a long had whole of trying. The queue getting ever shorter. Anna had quickly identified how hopeless her idea was, quickly changing strategy and turning tail she scarpered off to the public bathroom hoping that allowing for some privacy she could coax herself to let go. There she did her usual, making sure to double and triple check the lock making sure the stall was sealed and no one else was in the room allowing for some peace and privacy. Trying her tactic she had learned at home but at this point had by no means mastered she found herself hiking up her skirt and sitting down on the toilet as if she was actually going to use it like a grown up. (The need to relieve herself slowly and steadily building up.) quickly Anna tucked her thumbs into the common like waistband of bee rationing panties. Slowly bringing there down her ankles despite leaving her fingers where they were in place ready to pull them up at a moments noticed when she finally went. Sitting there Anna had the space and privacy she needed to relax after a few moments had passed she felt herself begin to go. At the first signs of a gentle trickle she quickly jumped to her feet, bring up her special panties as quick as she could. The quick sensationally jolt of the soft pillowy material being aggressively pulled against her skin gave her the boost required to keep going. Feeling her crotch slowly get warmer Anna was flooded with the sensory overload she had witnessed when was able to relieve herself the other day. There was such a conflicting mess of emotions that flooded her mind as the soothing warmth quickly spread between her legs and around the seat of her training panties. She muffled hiss, the quick discolouration and the visual reminder of the quickly fading print on her training panties almost proved too much for Anna, she quickly lowered herself back down as she felt her knees grow weak and faint at this overwhelming sensation. Once Anna had finally finished going it took her a few more moments to come to her terms with the fact she had actually been able to relieve herself in public. She found herself aimlessly rubbing away against her crotch, cupping her slender hands. Rubbing her accident against her as it slowly began to cook against her fingers. With an awkward waddle Anna got up. Almost impressed with herself at what she had been able to achieve yet still feeling shameful at the feeling of commuting such a deed. Anna had the entire car ride ahead of her to contemplate she though; dropping her skirt back down, making increasingly sure no one would be able to tell, constantly checking around trying to look down at every possible ankle to see if there were any weaknesses perturbing beneath her before heading back out of the relative safety of her stall to join her dad at the cash till before jumping back into the car and closing the chapter on another experience on her list.

Chapter 35

Re-emerging back into the chaotic hectic mess of the store from the intimate safe privacy of the bathroom stalls, Anna found herself helplessly teetering back into the maze of aisles and rows to find her dad at the checkout line - she was trying to compensate for the odd addition to her walk. Her wet pull ups forced her legs apart making Anna seem even more childlike as she waddled slightly. The slowly cooling damp mess in her pants had begun to sink her ever lower into her submissive babyish mind state. She had to stop herself from walking down the child care aisle on the way back to her dad, the bright colourful toys and items looked evermore enticing, drawing her in. Beckoning to her, appealing to her childish state of wonder and care free desire for her life. She’d slowly been regressing herself in line with her plan, acting ever more child like and absent minded with each wet pull ups she’d put on and taken off hours or nights later and it was becoming harder to fight the urge to not become the baby that she wanted to be.

“Thought you’d got lost. You certainly took a while.” The rough older voice of her dads was music to her ears as Anna approached him while he finished paying up and packing their items. She stood there aimlessly unable to keep her feet still fidgeting on the spot demonstrating her even more childish tendency unbeknown to everyone of the many blurred faces that past her by how regressed she truly was. With every small move and motion Anna felt her wet pull up bunching and rubbing against her - not designed to be used by a girl of her age her infantile underwear were at breaking point, seemingly about to burst at the seams. She was covered, the hot mess spreading from between her legs all the way through and up the back, the thin layer of once soft and gentle padding now firm and slowly solidifying. She felt small trickles moving around her pull ups as she shifted and her accident settled into its final positions. The longer she stood there the heavier it began to feel. Sagging, draping and clinging around her feminine slender body almost falling off under her outfit. She noticed and she lingered, so did the smell. The distinct hint of urine filled her nose as the now deeply embarrassed girl hoped that no one else picked up the smell of her “doings” either.) As she was standing there, she snapped from her trance like state as something peaked her interest. She desperately hid her face as the realisation set in. Seeing the bright pink and purple print of the plastic bag infront of her she burned bright with embarrassment seeing that her dad had brought her another pack of pull ups - anticipating the continuation of his daughters accidents. Though triumphant in her plan buying his only daughter diapers was clearly a reality that Anna needed to adjust to as she wasn’t sure how far she wanted to publicly indulge herself at this point.

Anna stuck close. Not removing that sense of adult like freedom she’d got from many years of growing up and maturing. Always wanting someone else to guide and direct her through life as she lived in her infantile bliss. She loved that this scheme of hers (without knowing.) had brought the two closer together. She loved him and he loved her. As the only child Anna relished this attention. It was nice to have someone playing along with her fantasies even if they didn’t fully understand they were cooperating and the pair walked out with his reassuring fatherly arm, firm and lovingly draped around her. Anna thought and certainly hoped deep down that he also enjoyed her escapade. Getting a second childhood to look after, care for and love his daughter more intimately at an age where most young women would want to branch off and start their own life while Anna wanted nothing more than to be treated like a helpless daddy’s girl forever. As the pair began loading their items into the car Anna summoned up the courage to ask, and spoke in a hushed and obviously embarrassed tone. Acting almost shocked as she loaded the bag containing more of her childish pull ups within into the back. “Dad… why did u buy me more of them… you know… things.” She exclaimed unable to do anything other than stare at the ground. “Because a certain someone still hadn’t proven she can keep her pants dry can she?” He exclaimed tussling her hair with one hand in a playful reassuring manner much to her disapproval. “It’s not my fault…” she trailed on under her breath knowing it was exactly her doing. “Besides missy. Keep that up and I’ll have to buy you actual diapers.” He added, closing the boot. Anna winced hearing this. Feeling her embarrassment mount - sure it was one thing to fantasise but another to actually enact her fantasies. “Cmon then little miss let’s get you home.” He said. His child friendly tone unchanging as he helped her into the back seat, gently securing her into her seat leaving her with a gentle kiss on her forehead that made her beam, gently melting from the fatherly love and attention she received as he closed the door.

Chapter 36

After returning home Anna had productively spent the rest of the day; like most others, spending her time lazing around the house (half asleep as always.) When she arrived back home after her shopping trip she had raced upstairs to the safety of her bathroom to change out of her used damp, smelly pull ups that she had been stewing in while the two of them were out, cold and damp she had discretely disposed of her mess. Now many hours later - giving her skin a break from the damp wetness of earlier, wearing her big girl panties. Trading in her dignity once again and switching back to wearing her more age appropriate underwear. Later on with the day drawing to a close - She’d spend the evening idol on her phone in the living room with her dad. The pair carelessly watching tv. (Just background noise.) Anna lay next to her dad on the soft comfort of the sofa. Her head perched gently against his shoulder enjoying one another’s company even if silently. After a while her ears pricked up as her dad gestured for her to sit up - he stood up and began to talk. “Cmon little missy think it’s about time you should be getting ready for bed.” Anna was completely taken off guard by this. He’d never really spoken to her or softly commanded her like this in ages, flicking through her mind she couldn’t recall a time in recent memory in which he had acted or spoken like this… in fact since she was a child? Sat there startled, she was in complete shock doubting what she had heard, trying to make sense of her thoughts in her half asleep dazed confusion. “Cmon then. Let’s get up upstairs.” He added, shaking her out of her trance. Anna was unsure. Tentatively standing up looking him in the eye with a strange mix of confusion and lust. “You’ve been staring at the screen too long young lady.” He added. His playful tone erupting in a smile on his face as he took his loving firm strong arm gently placing it on her back and slowly and lovingly coaxing his daughter to move. As she closed her phone, placing it back into the pocket of her trousers. Anna's head was flooded with a muddled mix of emotion. Where had this all come from? Had her actions really drawn out this dormant side of him that had been hidden away for many years now to re-emerge? Admittedly things had chanced now she had fully grown up - the two had a more relaxed equal relationship.  (No longer teenage daughter to fight and argue with since Anna was all grown up now.) Maybe he had figured out her plan? Every night this week more used pull ups had begun to pile up in her bedroom bin - maybe he’d finally unraveled her little plan? Was she overthinking everything in this moment? Yes; she concluded with the pair arriving in her bedroom.

He motioned her to sit down as he picked out her clothes for the night. Though she favoured a T-shirt and shorts his idea clearly differed. Reaching in he had found her old pair of bright yellow fuzzy pyjamas tucked away at the back of her wardrobe, Anna had mentally outgrown them a few years back as she was coming out of her teenage years, not wanting to wear bright yellow pajamas with a classic peter pan collar, ruffle hem and chest and pants that featured elastic waist and ruffle cuff at the ankles. Gone were the years when she had so desperately strived for her independence before discovering this side of herself. She hadn’t thrown them out as they were still in perfectly good condition instead she just buried them in the back of her wardrobe forgotten to time. Still good enough to wear apparently as she found them gently splayed beside her on her bed. “Dad I can get myself ready for bed ya know? I’m not a child anymore.” Anna exclaimed trying very meekly to intervene, seeing how much more he was really willing to go along with even as she started to push back. “You haven’t been acting like an adult Anna, besides your normal nighttime clothes are still downstairs drying out from your particular… mishaps earlier in the week.” He commented, his tone more firm and serious but still loving and caring as always. Anna sat there looking at her short slender legs, watching them effortlessly kick beneath her as she let out a hushed mewl under her voice - a protest that fell on deaf ears. “Cmon let’s get you sorted and into your pull ups. Might have to start making you were two if you insist on wetting the bed like a child.” Anna cringed hearing this, she wasn’t sold on the humiliation that came with being regressed so far as she wasn’t sure she liked where it was going. It made her feel so weak and defeated, helpless and childish. A weird concoction of emotions toyed with her deep within her soul as she evaluated her stance.

“I don’t want you ruining anymore bedsheets this week so I insist on helping you get ready at night from now on making sure you're wearing your pull ups before you go to bed and while I’m here checking I might as well help you get dressed too. Otherwise, you can start doing the washing.” He added to his lecture standing the young petite girl up - gently removing her clothes one by one till she stood there completely nude, embarrassed and fussing in front of him “this is unreasonable.” Anna added a firmer touch to her tone as she stood desperately trying to preserve her maturity, using her hands to cover her naked form with little results. He knelt down with her pull ups in hand. Opening them out before her he motioned for his adult daughter to step in, she hesitated and blushed as she slowly did as her dad wanted. She felt so humiliated having her dad change her for bed. She once again felt the elastic cotton material gently clinging to her skin, her crotch softly cupped by the warm thick padded material tight against her most private areas and she smiled slightly to herself. Her dad slowly began clothing her in the pajamas she had picked out, she felt the pull up hug her waist as his intruding fingers made their way delicately around her most vulnerable areas making sure it was properly fitted while remarking on his work. “See, I don’t know why you're putting up such a fuss. Don’t you just look adorable?” He tryingly asked. Anna, feeling completely childish just stood there remaining silent, letting out a series of humiliating noises from the corner of her mouth as she subtly caught glances of herself from across the room in her bedroom mirror while her dad finished dressing her - carefully working her pyjama trousers up her legs until they were fitted. Covering her shameful childish underwear, the only sign she was still wearing her pull ups underneath however was the soft bulky outline pressing against the thin material - the design barely visible. The reassurance of such an item from her youthful history was inviting and safe. He asked her to lift her hands as he slipped the top over her head, again he was gentle with his work as he happily and carefully dressed his adult daughter- doing everything from pulling the shirt down, completely masking the colourful waistband of her babyish panties. To gently fixing her hair, running has dominant hands around the back of her neck.

Now clothed, Anna shamefully looked at the childish figure staring back at her. She had always been a petite girl. Always small from her age, but now dressed, she looked at the form of the woman staring back at her. Complete with childish printed pyjamas, she admitted it felt strange to be dressed like this again. The loose fitting, light baggy clothes and the small but eventuated bulk of her pull ups below. (Even from this distance she had noticed the slight hint of the brightly coloured waistband perturbing from her trousers denoting her babyish status even more.) under the once equally vibrant coloured pyjamas. She was increasingly aware of the faint crunching and crinkling noise that came with the few humiliating steps to her bed that she was guided to by her dad. He gently placed her in bed and tucked her in with a gentle hug and a goodnight kiss, he made sure she was content, securely tucking her in underneath the warmth of her heavy duvet before heading out, turning out her bedroom lights with a smile and softly closing the door on his way out. Being left in the lonesome darkness of her bedroom. She felt compelled to suck her thumb looking for some sense of companionship in the lonesome darkness while she lay there - infantile, degraded, babyfied as she fidgeted about getting comfortable under the reassuring heavy duvet. Warm, comfortable, reassured and loved - content (Daddy’s precious girl.) was ready for a peaceful night of sleep.

Chapter 37

Anna slowly woke up in the middle of the night, her eyes blinking open in the dark dim room completely blackened by the absence of light. It took a few seconds before her brain kicked in, still slowly coming out of her sleep filled state. She lay there - on her back staring up directly at the uninteresting ceiling. Realising why she had woken up, she looked down over the massive cascades of duvet along her body feeling the very tell tale signs that she needed the bathroom rather urgently. Her bladder felt full and no amount of compressing her hands across her slender padded crotch under neither her nighttime clothes seemed to make any difference or effort to release her discomfort. Anna pondered why she hadn’t already just gone and woke up the next morning? It had worked previously during the past week or so, she’d managed to coax herself into having nighttime accidents before - so why was she struggling now she wondered? Anna laid herself back down in bed surrounded by the comforting warmth of her bed trying to relax and let go, she calmed her breathing and relaxed her muscles trying to go as limp and mentally distant from her body as possible, trying not to think about the situation at hand. Anna closed her eyes trying to drift back to sleep, hoping her body would just give in too allowing her to relieve herself in her pull ups gently tucked under her clothing. She was still replaying the memories of that night over and over again in her head - with her dad seeming supportive of her “accidents” and even seemingly playing into her fantasies unknown what his end goal was; but Anna was content, happy that she finally had got more of the paternal love that she desperately craved only to have had relegated herself back to a regressed child to achieve that. Anna thought more about her distaste for growing up, maturing and developing responsibilities. She wondered what had brought this on? Having always been the centre of attention her whole life growing up as the only child - the favourite, she’d got it all. So why now when she had grown up a bit had she suddenly wanted all that back? She wanted nothing more than to be a baby again. “Precious little missy” her dad's entire world. Even now she couldn’t explain it but it was still a deep seeded desire that she so desperately strived for. With her mind preoccupied Anna felt her body give in. She found herself slowly missing the battle to hold it in. She lay idol as she slowly made another one of her “accidents” directly into the soft, comforting warmth of her pull ups.

First, it was only a drop, that slowly made its way into a small trickle (Evident by the slight faint hiss audibly breaking the silence of her bedroom.) that slowly before a more forceful torrent as Anna completely let go giving in to her body’s natural demands. She lay there listening to the very audible reminder as she tried to be as still as possible. Legs spread sticking directly out, maximizing contact with the surface of her pull ups to get the perfect swell against her crotch and severely reduce the chance to leak. Anna’s crotch slowly warmed and she felt her slender thighs being pushed further apart as her mess was gradually absorbed into her new panties. There was a warm pool between her legs that was slowly cooling as her pull ups thirstily absorbed all of her mess - Anna was still surprised that she was able to flood them to breaking point but not fill them so much they burst. Anna was small for her age, slender and feminine, so the “big girls” pull ups fit her well. A perfect fit like it was meant to be. She shifted in bed slightly feeling the weight of her now solidified accident smush between her legs as she did. There was an inescapable, almost toxic feeling that flooded her mind every time she had an accident. This overwhelming sense of bliss mixed with embarrassment and the slow sinking of her mind into a more vulnerable subspace.

Trying to get back to sleep Anna found herself sucking on her thumb for reassurance - much like a real baby she needed this comfort after she had made a mess. Thumb in her mouth with one hand, the other tightly grasping the edge of the duvet cover as she fussed on her back like a moody toddler - her accident softly contained under her clothes Anna felt a tear escape the corner of her eye as the embarrassment kicked in, laying there with the very physical and visible reminder that she’d much rather contently wet herself like a child than actually act her age and walk herself the twenty or so steps to the bathroom like any normal person would do. The last thing that Anna remembered before circling back to sleep was feeling a trapped sense of vulnerability aimlessly shifting her legs about under the duvet, feeling the soft warmth of her accident crinkle while softly rubbing against her as she gave into her little space - the once independent pretty young girl. Reduced to that of a bed wetting toddler trying desperately to sleep in a puddle of her own mess and Anna wouldn’t have had life any other way.