That's when it hits you: all those times she remarked on how adorable and tiny you are, all those kisses and raspberries on that squishy little tummy of yours~
Every time she held you close and told you everything was going to be alright
She wasn't just talking to her baby
She was talking to *you*
Happy pride month babies and bigs!!
Identity is a fascinating thing and we should all celebrate our discoveries of ourselves and each other :3
No matter what labels you identify with or stray away from, you are loved, so long as you love others for themselves too! <3
Hypnotically trained by Mommy to lose all memory of your life as a grown-up, but only when your diaper is full
Defiantly proclaiming yourself an adult around your pacifier soon after each change, squirming and fussing as you're fed mashed up fruit and baby bottles...
The plushie that's bouncing you when you inevitably and helplessly cram your huggies with puppymud is deemed the winner!! With the grand prize of getting to smush your full pampers, take diaper change duty, and dress you however they please afterwards~
Have fun being their toy! <3
Plenty of these dreams include failed attempts to make it to the potty, or even happily filling your seat wherever you stand! You wake up soggy and/or messy increasingly often..
And with every passing day, the difference between the waking world and your infantile dreams diminshes more and more~
To help accelerate your regression, the mobile spinning above your crib plays tunes that induce very vivid dreams of being a happy mindless baby
From gleeful bottle feedings, to being shown off in your stroller, to entire days at daycare
And so, so many diaper changes...
Desperately trying to wiggle out of your diaper when you feel your tummy gurgle, but unable to remember how..
Until inevitably your pampers are full of muck and any worry of potty training is replaced by an intense urge to smush and bounce in your seat!
And the cycle repeats, sinking even further~
As she presses the last tape of your diaper in place, you peek from behind the plush fur of your favourite stuffie, and find that she's not looking at the landing zone of your padding as she finishes up your second change of the day.
No, her eyes are on you, with a loving, beaming smile.
A bunch of sentient plushies much larger than you playing a game of "Pass the parcel!" with you after forcing you into a thick diaper and feeding you a lax-laced bottle of milk~
Passed from lap to lap as nursery rhymes play, bounced on the knee of every stuffie that held you when the music paused..
A bunch of lost travelers in a haunted daycare with pretty lights, soothing music and helpful ghost hands being regressed and diapered~
Schemes to escape slowly give way to babbles and reaffirmations of their love for their diapers and caretakers, too many reminders from one another to forget!
