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My dream

Stacy had gotten in over her head.

She was a busy junior executive at FTSE 100 company. When she was able to book annual leave she explored increasingly extreme ventures in surrendering control as a means of recuperating from her stressful working environment.

Recently she had been reading about age regression as after coming across the term on a blog about relaxation techniques. It was a little weird but it seemed harmless. She was willing to give it a go.

Stacy contacted a professional nursery and booked herself in for a week of, what she described to her colleagues with a knowing smile, ‘pampering and relaxation

After arriving at the nursery Stacy was greater by a matronly older lady who introduced herself simply as ‘Nanny’ and ushered Stacy through to a cosy kitchen to share a pot of tea.

As they sipped from steamy, very sweet tea, they discussed what Nanny services nanny could offer and what limits Stacy wanted to set. Very soon Stacy found it difficult to follow the conversation and her eyes were drooping.

“What’s in this…” She slurred before slumping in her chair.

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When Stacy stirred again she found herself in very unusual circumstances. She had been entirely redressed in a cutie short dress like a doll. Crinkling beneath the skirt and a very soft cushioning padding between her legs were symptomatic of a thick nappy and plastic pants.

“Ermpof” Stacy squealed and was surprised to find her tongue seemed to roll around her mouth without coordination. She tried sit up from where it was apparent she’d been laid down for a nap on a fleecy play mat. Stacy found her movements were sluggish and her muscles felt very heavy.

Gradually she managed to literally pull herself to her feet using the bars of an oversized crib as support. Stacy was shocked as she suddenly felt herself tinkling into her nappy, unable to slow the steady steam warming and wetting the soft cotton of her nappy.

'Nanny’ arrived just as the stream seemed to subside, Stacy blushing heavily.

“Aw is Baby Stacy trying to walk all by herself? Don’t worry if you can’t do it without Nanny holding your hand sweetie, you did say you wanted to give up complete control.”

Nanny came closure and cupped a palm against Stacy’s nappied crotch before slipping a finger inside the leg band of the crinkly plastic pants.

“Oh, I see you’ve already lost control of your bladder. Good girl. You’ll probably loose bowel control next so i’ll wait till you’ve made a stinky then change you.”

“Go get your stepmother one of the diapers or Pull-Ups from the shelf, so that I can change you. If you pick a baby diaper, you don’t have to worry about accidents, I will just change you into another diaper if you wet them. If you pick Pull-Ups, you will be treated like a big kid but you will be punished severely for any accidents you have in them. Choose wisely.”

Omorashi/Desperation Stories & Captions

So I've heard recently that some of you would be interested in an index of the stories and captions I've written so far that have omorashi / desperation elements to them. I was actually surprised when I dug back through my archive and found that I haven't written quite as many in that vein as I first thought – a shortcoming that I'm really going to have to remedy!

Anyway, please just be aware that some of the stories on the list below have only a little bit of desperation, or have it mingled with hypnosis or messing or other adjacent kinky ideas. I hope the list is useful regardless. Enjoy!

P.S. A few folks have said they can't access links like those below, but I genuinely don't know why that might be or how to solve it. If anyone does know, feel free to drop some knowledge on me!

Stories:

A Hike with Daddy

When Duty Calls

When You Gotta Go

Decisions in the Dark

Three Good Reasons

Mile High Baby Part 1 | Part 2

Captions:

Aimee's Choice

Lucy in a Bind

Alysse's Padded Evening

Pretty Little Pull-Ups

Mrs. Stratford's New Babysitter Part V | Part VI | Part IX | Part X

Elsie's Thirsty

Bound Beauty

Competing with Naomi

Anya's New Maid

Daphne & Cara, Part XIV

Struggle, Baby, Struggle

Bedtime for Shana

Dirty Little Dolly

Wet for Charlie

Marisol's Big Mistake

Alyssa's Training, Part Two

Ellen's Initiation

Rosie the Pony Maid

A Weekend with Miss Sweeney

Welcome Home, Jared

Employee Training

Oh don't mind me dear I'm just opening up the window to get some a breeze in, you just go back to playing. Yeah baby, just some fresh air. Well it's still a little stinky in here sweety and I want it smelling fresh when my next patient comes.

Oh silly have you forgotten what I told you already? You're going home today, your mommy is coming to pick you up! No silly you're wife! She's just your mommy now, like how I was Dr. Philips when you came here but now I'm Nana.

Right I know it must seem so long ago, I can hardly believe it's only been two weeks myself. More treatment, oh honey it'd be silly do that- you're cured! I can confidently say as a medical professional you no longer have a wetting problem baby.

Shshsh baby no need to get upset, you see diapers are the cure to your wetting problem. When your wife dropped you off here we knew that this was the likely outcome. Yes this is intensive therapy, your wife didn't lie. Sometimes this helps people stop wetting, once in a blue moon. For most of the people I treat though the cure for their incontinence is more involved. You see your bed wetting and your pants wetting were only problems that you noticed. You had others too you know. You were unhappy, you were stressed, angry, very controlling too. Now those problems are gone! I've been sending your wife videos of you and she's said she hasn't seen you this happy since you two were dating!

No, a life of big adult worries isn't for you, so I have prescribed a full regression until further notice. Hey don't look so grumpy, this is good news! This means when you get home you'll have a big comfy crib like you do here. You'll have fun toys for you to play with all day. You'll have even more cozy clothes to roll around in and best of all, you wont ever have to worry about wet or dirty pants ever again thanks to the thick diapies you'll always be wearing. I'll even let you in on a secret, your wife has been taking pills so she can have milky boobies just like Nana!

Still with the grumpy face huh mister? Do I need to take you to the naughty corner? We haven't had to visit there in quite some time I'd hate to have our treatment end there- Oh, ugh silly me! You think I'd know that face by now. Of course it's time for your mid morning poopy. Well go right ahead baby, your wife will be here to pick you up soon and I think greeting her in a stinky, droopy, poopy diaper is the perfect way to start this new chapter. Good thing I opened the window now. Hopefully the stinky smells will leave before the next patient arrives this evening!

Hey, I don't know if you do requests, but I was wondering if you could do like an unfair regression story. I'm sorry for asking if it wasted your time.... have a wonderful day.

Anon, your wish is my command. I hope this is what you had in mind:

Joanna Hedrix had a 'thing' for diapers. Almost as soon as she was out of them she knew she wanted to go back.

Her opportunity came when she turned 18 and moved out of the family home to live away in her college town.

For the first time she could order packages for herself without scrutiny from her family members. Straight away she ordered a dozen samples of adult diapers, desperately excited by the bright colourful designs and various claims of padded absorbancy offered.

On the first week of living in shared student accommodation Joanna met her flatmates, Sabrina and Chelsea. She enjoyed spending time with the girls goofing around in the shared kitchen/living space but was also glad for the privacy of her own room.

By the end of the week her order finally arrived. She rushed to the apartment door to sign for it and all but slammed her bedroom door behind her again in great excitement.

Excitedly she laid out each of the diapers on her bed to compare them, enthralled by the touch of soft plastic in her hands.

She already knew which she wanted to try first. The fabine diaper she slipped her panties off for had been her most coveted desire, aparently they were one ofvthe most absorbant diapers on the market.

Joanna had just finished landing the last tape and was coyly touching the crotch of the diaper, admiring the new padded sensation between her legs and around her butt, when a rapid knock rapped from the door.

"Hey Joanna! Do you have any spare toilet paper?"

It was Sabrina. Joanna paused, startled, then pulled some shorts up her legs before throwing a duvet over the diapers on her bed.

The bulge of her diaper was painfully obvious but Sabrina was still knocking on her door. Anxiously Joanna let her in, hoping it would be a quick exchange and her diaper would go unnoticed.

Sabrina barged past her and beeline for the ensuite, the latch clicking behind her.

Joanna cursed under her breath. Sabrina's desperation was worse than expected, she had planned for this. She felt like a fool, standing in the middle of her room wearing a diaper while her friend was using her bathroom. She considered stripping the crinkly garment off but she had no way of telling how long Sabrina might be in the ensuite for so she wasn't convinced she could dispose of the evidence.

When Sabrina did emerge she was in a chatty mood.

"That's so much. I ran out of toilet paper and I really needed to go. Hey, I like how you've decorated your room, I haven't seen it until now. So, how are you finding your class so fa...?“

Saberina had stopped in mid sentance bale cause to Joanna's dismay she had just sat down on the bed which had crinkled obnoxiously beneath her. Slowly Saberina reached beneath her and pulled out a big abdl diaper. Holding it with both hands and curiously turning it over in disbelief.

"Why did you have to do that!“ Joanna demanded, as furious as she was humilated.

"Why do you have diapers on your bed!?" Sabrina countered coldly.

"Why are you both yelling?“

The arguing girls turned to find Chelsea standing the doorway, having arrived to find out what the commotion was all about.

"Joanna wears diapers." Sabrina sniggered.

"No I don't!“

“looks like your wearing one right now. Puffy pants." Chelsea joined in the teasing and gave Joanna's padded but a playful slap.

Although her flatmates eased up on their teasing, sending poor shaking Joanna was on the verge of tears, they never the less refused to leave until she recounted the full tale of why she had diapers and why she liked them.

Joanna's flatmate's agreed not to spread her secret around the campus so long as it became, 'their' secret. Joanna learned this mrleant her friends wanted to be involved on her diapering. In exchange for their silence Joanna was subjected to some unfair rules. She had to wear diapers at times when in the flat. She had to used them rater than the toilet, like a baby. She wasn't allowed to changer herself, she had to let her friends do it for her.

It was an utterly embrassing compromise but better than the whole campus finding out she was a diaper girl.

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Thanks for being patient with me everyone. I've been very busy so haven't been getting regular captions out but that will change!

How many stories have you completed?

I had to go back and count. "Completed" being the operative word. I am terrible at finishing or adding chapters to longer stories. I tend to either lose steam or not know where to take the story. But I compiled almost everything I've written that's over 3k words. I tried to post links to the ones that have previews/full-releases on free sites. All of them can be found on Patreon:

The Boss' Baby

Besties - Part 1 , Part 2

Big Daddy

Date Night

Diaper Cuck - Excerpt 1 , Excerpt 2

DREAMS Daycare

Egg Hunt

Feels Like The First Time

Here Comes the Airpwane

Maw

Meet The Parents - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Monitored

Practice Makes Perfect

Princess Pampers

Prudish

Reflections

Rent-A-Bull

Road Trip

Season's Greetings

Severance

Stuffed

Tales From a Mommy Blog

The Baby Shower

The Box

The Check-Up

The Satin Sock

The Wet Nurse

Tinder Love and Care

Under His Thumb

Weekend Services

You Should Smile More

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Ongoing/Abandoned Projects

ABCDegree

Go Ask Alex

Hoetel Bimbo

Joy Ride

New World Order

Sissy School - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Sorority Boys - Chapter 1, Chapter 2

The Hunt

The White Rabbit

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This obviously doesn't include the mini-stories and captions I've written, but I'm not about to go back and count all of those, lol.

I'm going to pin this post if that's okay. I've been meaning to catalogue this for a long time, so thanks for this question to finally make me get off my lazy ass and do it. I will try to update as more gets released.

If you'd like to find my on other sites, here's All My Links

The Babies of New York City

Fine I’ll write more smut. I’ll even make it relevant to the current housing crisis. Please message me any spelling / grammar mistakes you find. I will also remove pictures at your request.

I am also not sure this story is particularly good so any feedback is appreciated.

The women of New York City weren’t smart.

All Mike had to do to lure them in was offer his apartment at a price below market rate. Within days of listing he would have hundreds of applicants pleading to rent it out. Of those hundreds of applicants, he could always find a few young beautiful women who looked like they could be easily trained.

The first step was always simple: let them move in normally. These young women would start cautiously but slowly over the days and months let their guards down. Once they stopped locking their doors and sleeping with one eye open, he could spring the first part of the trap.

The girls never questioned the free speakers he provided in the apartment – too excited about the high-quality music to question his intent. The hypnosis tapes were almost too good to be true. Subliminal messaging massaging their minds as they slept, keeping them just awake enough to take in the training.

After a week of their minds being bombarded with suggestions as they slept, they would find themselves slipping up and having tiny accidents during the day. Take Molly as an example, the most recent of his conquests.

One day, seemingly out of nowhere, she found herself with a nasty case of stress incontinence. Every chuckle, sneeze, and startle sent a spurt of urine into her underwear. She was sure this wasn’t the way it had always been for her, but for reasons she couldn’t explain it didn’t bother her all that much. Molly had such an easy solution – Goodnites! She wasn’t sure where the idea came from, but it was perfect for her newfound bladder problems.

Sometimes when she really thought about having to wear training panties her head would start to hurt, but she found that sucking her new pacifier always calmed her down. A damp pull-up and a pacifier between her lips just felt normal to Molly.

But Mike wanted far more than a bunch of barely potty-trained girls dumbly sucking pacifiers. The tapes progressed over time, infecting their minds as they nibbled their pacifiers and dribbled into their training panties.

As their programming progressed, the girls would lose more and more of their continence. Stress incontinence turned into a complete inability to control their bladders. This was Mike’s favorite part, because the demotion of the girl to her diapers was unique every time.

Some girls, like Miranda, would refuse to believe that anything was different. She woke up every morning with a leaking pair of training panties and had to move to the thickest diapers she could find, but in her mind, everything was completely normal. She had no reason to change how she dressed, despite the formerly form-fitting skirts doing nothing to hide her ridiculously thick padding. She just viewed herself as an adult wearing slightly thicker underwear and had no reason not to do the things she loved (liked visiting the cinema).

But every girl really was unique – some girls spiraled almost immediately after leaking in their Goodnites once. Morgan was the most recent example. She loved the cheap rent and made no association between the apartment and her newfound potty problems. She handled the transition to thicker diapers in the complete opposite way.

Morgan gave up control so easily. She settled on even thicker diapers than Miranda, not minding how the infantile characters and pink color made her look like she enjoyed wearing them. As she grew accustomed to wearing and wetting them, she seemed to lose most of her purpose in life. She spent most of her days crawling around her apartment, diaper on full display and pacifier firmly tucked into her mouth. She felt at peace like this – not a single thought under the infantile pink bow she attached to her hair each morning.

However, the transformation wasn’t complete until the girls messed themselves. It would have been so easy to have them squatting down in their pampers after a day of a new hypnosis tape, but Mike wanted this part to always be on their own. It was fun to see how each girl would end up pooping their pants. Some girls gave into the convenience once they were diapered 24/7 anyway, while some fought long and hard before failing in public because of some bad food.

His favorites were always the accidents – the ones that the girls couldn’t stop. Sure, it was adorable to watch them purposefully bend over and fill their Pampers on purpose, grunting softly as their diaper expanded beneath them, but there was something even better when they weren’t doing it intentionally.

Michelle was one of his favorite victims. She tried to take the route of adapting her diaper to her every day life. She was studying to be a doctor and wouldn’t let a temporary bout of incontinence ruin her life’s work.

But her padding had made her forgetful – and it was nearly two hours into her three-hour exam before she realized she hadn’t used the bathroom beforehand. She had gotten so used to peeing her pants like a toddler that she hadn’t even considered what to do if she had to poop. It was an online exam though, so any slight glance away from the camera would mean an automatic failure. She weighed every option multiple times before giving up, feeling the warm wet mush fill the backseat of her diaper. She let out a soft moan as her stomach emptied itself, the warm embrace of her shit filled diaper expanding over her entire backside.

That first messy accident was all it took for the rest of the training to kick in. The feeling of messing a diaper was so unique that it could be handled distinctly in the hypnosis tapes. Every girl who messed her diaper encountered the same fate.

They would return to their bed in the apartment and find a vibrating wand waiting for them. Their minds as mushy as their diapers, they would lay on the bed and get to work, humping the vibrations, desperate for sexual release. For some girls, it was easy, and they would break within minutes of the vibrations pounding against their pussies.

But for other girls, it was much harder. Some had never orgasm-ed before, and so would have to work even harder for this first one. Humping away as the vibrations enveloped their throbbing clits, they knew they wouldn’t be able to stop until they orgasm-ed.

The orgasm wasn’t just symbolic, it was a literal final step. The orgasm would release their remaining reluctance to serve. It would empty their heads of their old lives, allowing them to be transitioned into their new ones. Once they came into their messy (and almost always wet) diapers, their minds would be bound to him.

When the newest girl was subjugated, mind incapable of forming a thought without his approval, he would send the girl before to collect her. The funniest one was when he sent Marisa to collect her own sister! Marisa didn’t even look at her sister with an ounce of recognition as she gather the pathetic girl up, brought her to the nursery, and gave her the first diaper change of her new life.

He had the old girls spend a week helping the new ones adjust before selling the old and repeating the cycle. The stream of easily infantilized girls looking for cheap rent really seemed to be endless.

The babies of New York City were so stupid… but they looked so good in their diapers.