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"December 31st, almost midnight, coming home from a late shift at my job. Part of me is a bit sad that I was too busy to party with my relatives, but even if I had the free time I'd just be chilling alone on my own regardless. Growing a tad older turned this pup into a lone wolf, I'd gather. Those are some days to be missed. But then there was this clock, lying on the ground. I'm sure it wasn't mine, its colors were a bit in poor taste for me, but still, it was on my floor, on my room. Curious, I approached it, there weren't minute nor second hands to tell the time, and the markings were nonsensical... once I touched it, intending to grab, I sensed a jolt of electricity run through my body, weakening me for a moment, and causing me to get on my knees.. In an instant, my clothes disappeared into thin air. I'd be nude, if not for the gum pink diaper that appeared just as suddenly. I admit I had a new year resolution to embrace my younger self through ageplay, but not this quickly... Regardless, despite how odd, sudden, and mind boogling the situation I find myself in, I can't help but enjoy it. Unnaturally so. I put my paw on my rear, feeling the poofiness under my tail... The crinkle, the feeling of the soft cotton against my fur… it all suddenly makes me feel hot, excited, and safe. 'Fuck... I gotta close the door before someones sees me like this, but I feel so good right now, I may not be able to get this comfortable again~' A few seconds went by, uncertain whether or not I embrace this sudden occurrence… and so, without allowing desire to get a hold of me, I decide to take off the diaper, starting with the left tape. At the same time, I deep down wish I were a little baby puppy again so I wouldn’t have to take this adorable diaper off. The moment my paw starts pulling the tape, it slips through my fingers and snaps back into its original place, and the clock begins to vibrate on the floor. Confused, and a bit nervous, I tried again, and again.. the left tape, the right tape, tried to rip the diaper off with both paws. Nothing worked. Each failure only made the clock vibrate faster, and the diaper to tighten. Common sense might say that it would be wise not to keep trying, and instead, find something to cut the diaper off, and so I tried! But the moment I started to get up on my feet, the clock gave out a loud but short ringing, another shock came my way dropping me to my knees, and this time immense pressure started building up inside of me. I enjoyed it, I wanted it, but right now I couldn’t risk having an unplanned accident, showering at this hour would wake someone… I desperately tried removing the diaper again. Tried getting up and run to the toilet. But again, of course, everything worked against me in order to keep me here, helpless on my knees, about to fill my newfound diaper like a helpless little pup. I’ve never felt so excited, yet so scared… I will die of shame if someone walks by… My tail rose up. It was obvious for me what was coming, I wanted nothing more than to just let it go, but I still resisted, either by foolish hope or because it was funnier this way. Regardless, I tried pressing against the back of my diaper, to no avail. The pressure was too much, I felt as if I was about to burst. The mundane idea of relieving myself right now, sounded as good and as pleasing as lying belly up while floating on the sea. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and neither could the clock, buzzing like wand. I clenched my paws, pressed my diaper, and started messing. At the same time, the clock burst into a loud, buzzy yet metallic ringing, and purplish green energy came off of it. But this time, the ringing wasn’t stopping. As it rang, everything, including me, started to change as the bright energy engulfed my surroundings in waves. I tried to take note of what was happening, but it was getting hard to concentrate as I felt a constant tingling shock on my whole body. The tingle was either a sign of, or what was causing me to start shrinking, to become younger as I empty myself, and yet somehow, the pressure in my tummy felt like it was only increasing... Wooden planks turned padded floor, chair into walker, bed into crib.. yet all I could focus was on my flagging tail as I helplessly messed my diaper. For a moment I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the pleasing feeling of relieving myself, while imagining the pressure gone, deeply desiring it. And just like that, I regressed and messed at a much faster rate. It would be impossible but logic no longer mattered, as seconds went by taking my years along, I got to only truly care about wishing to get even younger.. wishing to get my diaper even fuller, all with no end in sight… I've reached my teens, the regression is getting even faster, and my enjoyment, my excitement and my youthful desires, only kept on growing~ ‘If it doesn't stop, I'm gonna be a baby in no time! Will it stop there? Will my parents come and look at me in such a humiliating situation? Shouldn't they have heard the ringing by now? And how the hell is this diaper still holding up?!’ I'm but a kid now, around 9, I attempted to stop messing out of curiosity, wondering if it would stop the regression, but I didn’t really want to, and I couldn't, my body kept emptying on its own, and now I’ve started wetting myself as well. Was that my doing, or was something else forcing me to keep going? The thoughts almost fully crossed my head, but were interrupted by the sudden feeling of becoming a 3 years old puppy, smaller than my own diaper, having my little now weak legs slip forcing me on a totally not desirable smushy fall on my full pamp. What a pampfull. I’ve now reached the point of no return, for I reached the realization... ‘I should stop, I should WANT to stop, but… The things I own, my pictures… everything is changing with me, as if I’ve always been this age, and yet it’s the same day, same new year… If the clock can do all of this, then...’ ...I no longer cared about shame, I just wanted to get what I most wanted. I relax and leaned back, giving myself to my own pamp as if it was a giant mattress, allowing my messy regression to fully run its course while I loudly repeat to myself and to the clock in baby-babble how much I want to not grow up again, how much I want to keep messing my diapers nonstop, how much I want to stay a little helpless baby puppy indefinitely, forever showered by everyone’s caring love. And I'm finally at 3 months of age, my diaper 5 times my size, my tail still flagged, and my tummy finally almost empty, although I was still nowhere done wetting… I apparently stopped regressing, but I'm still feeling the same regressive reality warping shock every few seconds, keeping me weakened and... ‘I hope it means I won't grow up again, that'd be amazing~’ To live all day, everyday, lazying around while I unnaturally hyper mess and wet dozens of diapers for eternity as a baby... is there a better way to be? For a nappy new years, forever~" |
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