My Regression

This story is 100% true; no names out accounts have been fabricated.


Barry woke up soaked, and was once again struck with the feeling of 
guiltiness. He knew his mom would be pissed if she said this, but he 
also knew she would be even madder if he tried to hide it, so he 
decided to just tell. He was very scared as he walked down the hall, he 
noticed the clock on the wall, and saw it 4:00, 4 hours to early to get 
up, but Barry knew he couldn't change his pajamas himself. He got into 
his mom's room, his dad died when he was 3, so he never knew him. He 
poked her to wake her up.

"Mom." a little harder.

”Mom?"

"What?" his mom said, agitated.

"I wet my bed again,” Barry said like a little boy who knew he did 
wrong.

"Barry, I am sick of you wetting your bed. I am tired of changing your 
wet sheets and clothes. That is it,” his mom said angrily. His mom got 
up and pulled down his PJ's, his underwear, and his PJ shirt, then set 
him up on the bed.

"Wait here, don't move," his mom said with authority. Barry knew better 
than to move, he would get spanked.

"Barry you are 6 years old, too old to be having all these accidents, 
so if you’re going to act like a baby and wet your bed, I'm going to 
diaper you before you go to bed from now on," she said, and she meant 
it. Right then, she placed a very thick diaper with cute little cartoon 
print on it, a very thick pull-up, and a pail of plastic pants, which 
also had cartoons on it, Barney too.

"No, please don't diaper me; I won't potty in my bed no more," Barry 
begged babyishly.

"Too late, Barry, I warned you," mom said. She grabbed his legs and 
pulled them straight up, sliding the diaper under him at the same time, 
she applied rash cream, quicker than Barry could react. Barry struggled 
and pleaded, bit it was no use, mommy has just too strong. She 
sprinkled baby powder all over his crotch area, and taped up the super 
thick diaper snugly. Barry no longer struggled, it was no use.

"Stand up," mommy said. Barry stood up and mommy held open a pair of 
pull-ups.

"Step in," Barry did as he was told and stepped in, then she slid them 
up his small body, and then opened up the pair of plastic pants, again 
holding them open. Barry knew what to do and stepped in. He was crying 
by this point, mostly from embarrassment, Thank god none of his friends 
saw him.

“Aaawww, what a cute little baby," mommy said.

"I'm not a baby!" Barry said angrily.

Mommy threw him down on the bed, and put his feet through some weird 
new kind of PJs. He noticed they had feet attached, and that they were 
very babyish, with pictures of Barney all over them, he didn't like 
Barney, even when he was 4. He scared him. She then put his arms 
through the sleeves and buttoned the butt, and crotch of the PJs. Barry 
now looked like he acted.

"Now, hush now, baby, mommy's got you."

She picked him up and took him to his room, the funny thing was, he 
didn't mind being a baby; he found he rather enjoyed it. Mommy laid him 
down, tucked him in and said "nighty night, my little baby."

"Good night mommy." Barry said, and then he drifted off to sleep.

Barry woke up, extremely soaked, his diapers had leaked, but luckily 
his pull-ups and plastic pants held, his jammies were just a little 
damp in the front, but his bed was dry. Mommy came in.

"Morning, did my baby sleep good?" She walked over to him and took off 
his jammies, diapers, pull-ups and plastic pants, and carried him to 
the bathroom and placed him in the tub. As she bathed him he started to 
come around; it always took him a little while to wake up in the 
mornings.

“Morning, mommy."

"Well, good morning baby, I though he was never to come around." She 
picked up, finished with his bath and carried him the living room, 
placed on a towel and dried him off. She then started dressing him for 
school; he would be going in underwear.

"Now, I'm warning you this one time, Barry, if you have another 
accident of any kind, I will put you in diaper indefinitely."

"Okay, Mommy," Barry said fully dressed and ready for school.

They arrived at school, 5 minutes early as usual, so he had enough time 
to use the potty before school.

"Now, I want you to use the potty every 30 minutes, and you better be 
dry when you get home."

"Ok, mommy, I love you."

"I love you too baby, have a good day!" mommy said.

"I will," Barry yelled back. He ran into the school, trying to find his 
friends, and he did, but he forgot to go to the bathroom before class. 
The bell rang and they were seated in class, ready to start the day. 
The announcements went on as usual, so did the Pledge of Allegiance, 
which they had to sing along. She then let them have free time in the 
room. Barry was playing with his blocks, when suddenly, he had to poop, 
and poop now. He went to the teacher’s desk.

"Miss Barker, I need to go to the potty."

“I’m sorry, Barry, but we already have 3 students out; you'll have to 
wait until one gets back," she said. Barry walked off, and knew it was 
only a matter of time, before he had an accident and, he was right. The 
pressure got stronger and stronger, until he knew he couldn't hold on 
much longer. No one had come back yet. He started to cry, because he 
knew what would happen if he had another accident. Suddenly he farted, 
and without control he started to fill his pants, he just let go 
because it felt so good, just to get it out. The back of his pants got 
saggy and saggier until finally they started to turn brown and leak. 
Barry felt liquid running down his legs and though it was just poop, it 
was accompanied by pee. He panicked and held his crotch, and he kept 
peeing and pooping, he just couldn't stop. Then someone came back from 
their bathroom break, but unfortunately Barry would not feel the 
satisfaction of making to the toilet like a big boy. He walked over to 
the teacher and said with tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry I had a bad accident, I couldn't hold it."

"Barry, not again,” she held his hand and walked him down the hall to 
the nurse’s office.

”Barry had another accident, you know what to do."

She told Mrs. Camp, the school nurse. She picked up Barry and placed 
him on the examination bed and took off his pants and undies.

"I'm sorry Barry, but school rules are that if a child has two 
accidents, they must be put in diapers," the nurse said.

"I know," was all Barry said as she diapered him in thick diapers and 
pull-ups.

"I'm going to have to send you home in case you’re sick," she said, 
walking towards the phone.

"Hello, Mrs. Daniels?" Mrs. Camp said.

"Yes, I'm here."

"Barry had a bad accident today at school today, so I had to diaper 
him, can you come pick him up?" Mrs. Camp asked.

"Sure, I'm on my way." mommy said.

Barry sat on the little bed, barefoot and practically naked wearing a 
diaper like an infant. Everyone who passed by called him a baby and 
laughed.

30 minutes later mom arrived and picked him up from school.

"Let's go," was all she said.

“But I'm not wearing any pants!" Barry said sadly.

"So what? A lot of babies don't wear pants, I told you this morning 
what would happen and your humiliation hasn't even begun yet." Mom said 
with a sinister grin on her face. Barry was forced to walk out of 
school in nothing but a diaper. All the other kids were pointing and 
laughing. Barry tried to hide behind his mom, but she pushed him out in 
front so everyone could see his shame. His clothes were completely 
ruined as were his shoes and socks. In the car, his mom said. "We’re 
going to the store to get you some supplies, If you’re good, I won't 
embarrass you as bad," mom said. Barry nodded his head and little did 
he know what his mom had planned.

They arrived at a store called "Forever Baby”. The first thing Barry 
noticed was the huge baby cribs in the window. They found a parking 
spot and parked.

"Get out, let's go," mommy said, and Barry did as he was told. They 
walked up to the store and went inside.

"I need to get some supplies for my baby boy," mommy said.

“Okay, we have a large selection of diapers, cribs, changing stations, 
strollers and clothes," said the clerk, a young woman in her twenties. 

"We need it all, he's 6 years old, and he can't stay dry." Mommy said.

"Okay, we’re going to need to take some measurements, what kind of 
diapers did you want?" the clerk asked.

"I want the biggest, thickest most absorbent ones you got, I want the 
whole nine yards," mommy said.

“Okay, then," she looked at Barry and said to "follow me." I did as I 
was told. one hour later I was measured and we had loaded our truck 
with 200 of "Abena Abriform X-plus diapers, extra large crib, XL 
changing station, 200 pairs of very thick pull-ups, and 20 pairs of 
plastic pants, 10 pacifiers, 10 bottles, stool softeners, laxatives and 
diuretics. I was wearing my new diapers when we left.

Luckily this time I al least had some clothes, that mommy had bought in 
the store, very babyish short shorts, and a T-shirt that read "I'm a 
diaper wearer", but at least it was clothes, though they did nothing to 
cover the diapers. She also bought some Flip-Flops for me to wear, so 
at least I wasn't barefoot anymore. My little feet couldn't take the 
hot cement any longer.

“I have another surprise for you, when we get home." Barry and his 
mommy arrived home and Barry ran up to his room, he almost didn't 
recognize it. The walls had been redone with nursery style wallpaper, 
and his former "Big boy stuff" such as clothes, underwear and toys were 
gone. Mommy called some friends over to help her set up my room. About 
20 minutes later, her sister Kathy and 3 other people I never meet 
arrived.

"AAAWWW He's so cute!" Kathy said, the others agreed. They had his room 
fixed up in no time. Before he knew he had drawer full of diapers, 
bottles, footed pajamas, rompers, and lots of other stuff, he didn't 
know what they were used for. Mommy came in noticed Barry standing 
there, tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong baby; don't you like your new room?"

"I promise I won't potty in my pants anymore; please don't treat me 
like a baby." Barry pleaded.

“I wish I could believe you, but you haven't made any effort to stop."

"I don't mind babying you, and I know you enjoy it, so don't be so 
gloomy."

Mommy picked him up, put him in the crib, handed him a bottle of warm 
bottle, which she loaded with laxatives and diuretics, but of course 
Barry didn't know that.

"Good night, baby, don't worry tomorrow will be better."

She kissed him, pulled up the side of the crib, put the bottle in his 
mouth and left. Barry at first was mad, then he started crying, and he 
felt as if he needed his Baba. He sucked of his bottled, and enjoyed 
the feeling of his diapers and the warm milk running down his throat. 
He was a baby again, and he was happy. He drifted off to sleep.

He next morning he woke up, to find that he was completely soaked, but 
his new diapers easily held. He also noticed a feeling he never felt 
before, like a lump on his butt, he then smelled something foul, he 
then realized what he had done, he had pooped his diaper, and he had 
become a baby. He looked at his clock, the time was 3:30, he knew he 
couldn't get out of his crib to ask his mommy for a change, so he just 
went back to sleep. The morning came quickly and he was awakened by the 
sound of his mommy changing his diapers.

“Good morning, sleepy head, we have a big day today!" mommy said, 
enthusiastically.

"What do you mean?" Barry asked, confused.

"Since babies don't go to school, and the school is unwilling to deal 
with your problem, I have enrolled you in a special school called ‘Mrs. 
Norris's center for incontinent children’, where every child in it 
wears diapers. "Isn't it great, you'll be with kids like you!" Mommy 
said very happily. Barry was so stunned he didn't say anything, he just 
nodded.

Mommy had him dressed by 8:30, he looked babyish as ever. She packed 
some of his footed PJs and some Rompers, diapers, bottles and whatever 
else he may need during his stay at day care. All the children were 
required to take two naps a day. Barry was pretty excited about the 
change but he was still scared. What if the kids didn't like him?

They got in the truck and started toward his new school, Barry still 
the laxatives pulsing through his system from the night before, he 
couldn't understand why he had no control ay all. Of course mommy knew, 
it was just all part of her plan. They arrived at the center at 9:00. 
The woman at the front greeted them nicely. As far as Barry could tell, 
this place looked nice. The school was three stories tall, first floor 
was he guessed for kids his age, the 2nd, his told him, was for 1st-6th 
graders, and the 3rd for High School. He noticed a huge indoor 
playground in the back, and a much of kids wearing nothing but diapers 
were playing in it. The lady at the front said it was okay to play and 
meet the other kids. She said Miss Cliffe would be my caretaker here. 
She pointed her out. So Barry ran, or waddled rather, to the entrance, 
took off his sandals, and went in. The first kid he met, Scotty was his 
name, became instantly his closest friend.

"Been in diapers since I was born, I was never able to potty train,” he 
said. Barry thought this was amazing because he was 7 years old. Barry 
told him his story and Scotty didn't laugh, didn't make fun of him, he 
just said. "You’re going to fit in perfect here then."

Barry knew was going to love being a baby forever, and he never wanted 
to go back. He had met everybody in no time at all, and he found that 
most everyone had a similar, his friend Scotty's story, was very 
similar to his indeed. He also had problems with making it. His mom 
finally gave up on potty training and just kept him in diapers. I am 
still surprised to this, my mommy held out so long to diaper him, he 
wished she have done it sooner. All the embarrassment he faced at 
school, and his former friends now had nothing to do with him, so was 
glad, he had so many friends here. He was having so much fun playing 
and chatting with the other kids, that he didn't realize his diaper had 
started to leak, because he didn't have his pull-ups and plastic pants 
on. He ended up making a huge puddle of pee in the middle of the 
tunnels. He was ashamed and thought the other kids would be mad, but 
they weren't.

"It's no big deal, I leak all the time, you’re a heavy wetter like me, 
go tell Miss. Cliffe you need a change and she'll put some extra 
protection on you."

I went to find Miss. Cliffe, and she was in the middle of another 
change. I had never seen another boy naked before, and I was surprised 
to see he didn't care. He must have been diapered for a longer amount 
of time.

"I need a change," I said.

"Okay, sweetie, just wait until I get done here." She finished up with 
the other boy, his name was Joe, then she picked Barry up and placed 
him on the changing table, she ripped off his diaper, and rubbed him 
clean.

"Oh, you really did need a change; better put some extra cream, so you 
don't get a rash." Miss Cliffe said.

"Can I wear my pull-ups and plastic pants, so I don't leak? I'm so used 
to wearing them." Barry asked nicely.

"Sure ,sweetie, from the looks of it, yours going to need them."

At that time, Barry was still undiapered, naked on the table being 
creamed up real good, when Scotty walked in, also requesting a change. 
He saw Barry up there and just smiled; Barry smiled back. It was easy 
going naked in front of other boys, Barry thought, not nearly as hard 
as he thought. Miss Cliffe tapped his diaper up, put on some pull-ups 
and plastic pants, and then she did Scotty. Barry waited for him in the 
hall.

"Hi" Barry said.

"Hey" he said back. “Come on, now it's time for lunch.”

The two boys walked down the long hallway to a bigger room in the back 
with a large table and high chairs all the way around. Scotty and Barry 
were the first ones there. Pretty soon all the other kids showed up and 
one by one they were helped into the high chairs. Barry got the one at 
the end right by Scotty.

"My mommy’s never made me eat in a highchair before," Barry said a 
little confused.

"They just do it, so we won't make a mess, normally at home, I don't 
either, but you learn to like it."

"I already do," Barry said with a smile. Miss. Cliffe, Barry’s 
caretaker, started spoon feeding this stuff out of a bottle, He thought 
it was baby formula. He was told it makes the stool softer, easier for 
changes. After lunch they took them to the nursery room. Barry’s diaper 
was completely filled, as were most of the other kid's. The formula ran 
right through him. After his change he was put in his footed jammies 
and was laid down beside Scotty in the crib. They sucked their bottles 
and went to sleep. When Barry woke up it was 1:00, and he was getting 
changed again. Miss Cliffe made the comment that he went more than the 
other kids. Barry played with the others until 3:00 when it was time to 
go home. Barry’s mommy came in to pick him up; He was still in his 
jammies. She told him to go to the car and wait for her. He did as he 
was told and he didn't even care being seen in public in his diapers 
and jammies. Mom stayed behind to talk with Miss. Norris, the head 
caretaker of the school. About 10 minutes later his mom came out and 
they went home. Barry told her about Scotty and how much fun he had. He 
told her he wanted a highchair and eat formula like a real baby. She 
said it's already done. He didn't quite get it. When they got home it 
was 4:00. His mom stopped by the bank on the way back, the teller 
thought Barry was so adorable she gave him a lollipop to suck on. He 
was so tired he couldn't stand. Mommy put him to bed with a bottle and 
said good night. She kissed him and left.

After a week of going to the special school, things started getting a 
little weird. Barry’s mom made an appointment at the doctor’s office to 
see if he was really incontinent or not. The doctor had him strip naked 
and lay down, which wasn't a problem; he was comfortable being naked in 
front of other people by now. He told Barry to take a deep breath and 
he shoved this tube up his butt, into his bladder, He cried hard, it 
hurt so badly. Mommy comforted him. The doctor said it was a test to 
see how much urine his bladder could hold. He told Barry not to worry 
about having an accident, as it was normal. Not 3 minutes into the 
test, and Barry peed all over the bed he was laying on. "Don’t worry 
son, it happens to a lot of kids.” the doctor said. The nurse had 
pulled the old plastic sheet he was laying for another. The doctor then 
pulled a large scary machine over Barry and told him to squeeze his 
bladder as hard without pain, as he could. After 3 minutes the doctor 
walked away. Barry was never so scared in his life. He actually peed a 
little bit on the new sheet. The doctor then returned. "Okay, well, it 
seems his bladder is no bigger than a three-month-old baby's, and his 
sphincter is almost nonexistent. I think he also has I.B.S, which 
explains why he can't hold down solid food for very long.” At that 
moment Barry knew it was his destiny to be a baby forever. Mommy just 
smiled because her plan to regress him had succeeded.

2 YEARS LATER

Barry was now 8, and not much happened in the last 2 years. Except for 
his birthday, which was totally memorable. His cousin Peter, a year 
older than him, came to his party. (I never told you about him, because 
I hate him. He was the one jerk in the family you always had to make 
fun of, in my opinion there’s nothing wrong with wearing diapers, and 
acting like a total baby. It's better than doing drugs and having 
premature sex.) As usual he was hounding Barry about his diapers. He 
was the only one that made a big deal of it. But this year Barry had 
Scotty. He was the same age as Peter(9), and what Barry and Scotty were 
going to do, Peter would never forget. They waited until all was clear 
and grabbed him from behind and threw him down, and then Barry pushed 
down on his stomach while Scotty tickled him. He tried to scream, but 
he was laughing too hard.

"Please stop! I'm going to pee!!" He begged. They didn't listen, they 
kept going.

"It's time you learned what’s it's like to diapered!!!" Barry yelled, 
smiling evilly. Their plan worked, he peed his pants, not a little, but 
a full blown accident. They let him up and he ran off crying. They 
heard yelling then crying from the next room. They sneaked over and 
went to the living room.

"Boys, peter will be diapered 24/7 from now on, just like you." "Peter 
I'm sick of all your accidents, I can't take it anymore, if you’re 
going to act like a baby, I'm going to treat you like one. You are 
going to the same school as Barry and Scotty too." Kathy yelled.

“It wasn't my fault; the babies made me!" Peter yelled back. "They 
tickled me!" he cried. Barry’s plan had worked.

"Welcome to babyhood, Pete," Barry said with a grin. After presents, 
his mommy changed them all, including Peter. His Aunt Kathy locked the 
bathroom door, so Pete had to use his diapers. Only the adults had 
keys. Life at Barry’s school was great, Peter kept misbehaving, so Miss 
Norris strapped him down and made him stay there for two hours. Peter 
was completely broken by the end. He was now a good baby. Barry started 
meeting some of the girls in the center and started taking interest in 
other’s body parts. Barry noticed the boys had penises and the girls 
did not. He liked to watch the other children get changed, as did most 
of the others. There was this one little girl who loved to watch him 
get changed. He didn't understand why. He had learned a little about 
sexual attraction and he didn't think he was too desirable. He was very 
skinny, weighed about 55 lbs. He guessed it was just something unique 
to her, as was several things to him. Scotty was a great friend, 
supporting him; Scotty was forced to try and learn to use the potty, 
with no success, his mommy just kept him in diapers. During lunch time, 
which he was now allowed to feed himself, though still in a highchair, 
he found out the hard way that rules of the center must be followed. 
One of the rules was no fighting of any kind.

Anyway, the girl who always watched him get changed was eating at the 
far end of the table, when this kid, who Barry never saw before started 
throwing food on her, and making fun of her. What he was making fun of, 
was unclear, to far away to really hear. She started crying and pleaded 
him to stop. All of a sudden Barry felt this feeling he never felt 
before, like an angry feeling with compassion. Before he knew it he 
picked up his apple and threw it at him, hitting him square in the 
forehead, knocking him off his highchair, onto the ground. The kid 
started crying, bailing rather. Miss Cliffe came in to see what the 
matter was; she picked him up and carried him off. She came in 5 
minutes later, madder than hell, she picked Barry up, ripped off my 
diaper, exposing him nude in front of everyone, none of the boys cared, 
but a few of the girls were giggling. She put Barry across her lap, 
pulled out a paddle from under her apron, and swatted him 15 good times 
right on the butt. He cried, he struggled, and he even peed all over 
her from fear, embarrassment, and pain. Barry was crying hard by the 
time she was done. She threw him over her shoulder and carried him out 
of the room. She asked Barry why I had done that. He explained to her 
what he saw and the feeling he got when he was doing it. After talking 
for several minutes (I can't recall the exact conversation), he was so 
upset, but he knew one thing: That's the conversation when he learned 
about love. Barry was in love with the staring girl. He was put back 
into a diaper, double diapers and pull-ups, to help cushion his butt, 
it hurt real badly. He was let loose to finish his lunch. The girl 
looked at him and smiled, he smiled back. After lunch they went to go 
play outside. None of the kids were wearing any shoes, but they had 
pants and a T-shirt on. Barry was about to go on the Merry go round, 
when the girl grabbed him and whirled him around.

"Thanks for what you did back there," She said, blushing.

"It's no problem,” Barry said, “that boy was tormenting you, I had to 
do something; no one else was." Apparently Barry said the right thing, 
because she grabbed him and pulled him into a long kiss. She rubbed his 
face and let go. He was in shock.

"My names Jennifer, what’s yours?" she asked him.

"Barry," he said back.

“I'll see you around, Barry," she said. Barry noticed at that point, he 
really needed a change, his diaper had reached its limits and leaked, 
completely soaking his pants and part of his T-shirt. He felt his butt, 
and saw that his hand was brown, his poop had leaked. He left a puddle 
of pee and a pile of poop in the grass, as he walked away. He was 
having too much fun playing with Scotty to get changed. He noticed he 
was messy too. Peter started coming around.

"Can I play with you guys?" he asked, he looked sorry.

"Sure" Barry said.

"Look, I'm sorry for making fun of you all that time, It's fun to be 
babied!" he said with a smile. They played until it was time to go in. 
Miss Cliffe saw the three boys walking towards the door.

"Whoa, hold on, y'all can't go inside like that, you’re leaving little 
trails everywhere, let's get you changed before you go in." She said, 
and removed their diapers quickly. Barry’s butt was still sore from the 
whopping he got an hour earlier.

"Wait here boys, I mean it," She warned them. They were left standing 
outside butt naked. Barry and Scotty were chatting, but Peter just 
stared at the ground, twirling his foot in the dirt.

"What's wrong, Pete?” Bary asked.

"I'm embarrassed standing here like this, I wish I could be like you 
guys and not care," he whined.

"Give in time, Pete, you've only been a baby for one day; you'll get 
used to it," Barry reassured him.

"Okay," was all he said. Miss Cliffe came back out, put them in their 
diapers and took in, to take a nap.

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I'm 17 now, I'm still a baby. I and Jennifer now go out on a regular 
basis. I won't give you the details, but I learned about intercourse, 
and I loved it.

THE END.