“The Best Sissy Hypnosis Miss Tilly Has Found On The Internet Enjoy”

WARNING: DIAPER MESSING/PEEING, DIARRHEA, ALCHOL MENTIONED

Aaron woke to a wet feeling around his bottom for the second time that morning. The first time he had woken up, he had been too hungover to do anything about the fact that he was urinating. Going out for drinks the night before had been a bad idea for so many reasons, but mostly because his bladder simply could not handle that much alcohol.

Now, he groggily sat up in bed and pulled the wet sheets off himself. He didn’t have the energy to get mad at himself or the brand of diapers he was wearing for the huge wet stain that spread to the far reaches of his bed. He reached down to feel the waterlogged diaper that sat between his legs. It was soaked yellow and leaked a little when Aaron touched it. It was as if he had started peeing as soon as he fell asleep and hadn’t stopped until he had just woken up. And oh gosh, it smelled awful. He was lucky for the mattress cover, or he would have had to throw the whole thing away. Today was definitely laundry day.

Aaron removed his wet diaper and shirt and left them both on the bed. He walked naked to grab a trash bag, his hamper, and a new diaper. He knew he should shower first, but he wanted to rid the smell from the room asap, and he was unsure how long cleanup would take or if he was fully empty. Sure enough, as he dumped everything into the washing machine, he felt a trickle in his diaper. It wasn't nearly as much as before, but if he hadn't been wearing a diaper, he would have had to mop as well.

With everything in the wash, Aaron stretched and yawned as he made his way towards the shower. His diaper was wet again, so he smelled even more like urine than before. He barely got the bathroom door open when his alarm went off. He picked up his phone to silence it, then swore when he realized what it was for. It had been going off for 30 minutes to remind him that he had a Zoom class at 10. It was now 9:55. He rushed to his computer to log in before remembering that he was completely shirtless. He slipped into the first T-shirt he grabbed just as the class started.

This professor was, unfortunately, strict about having the camera on. She didn't care about being muted, but she wanted to make sure everyone was at the very least paying attention. The rule was that if you had to turn your camera off, it was only twice and for five minutes unless you had a good excuse. Aaron would have used one of his times to change when he realized the shirt he'd grabbed was an ABDL T-shirt with cute animals flying planes, but he didn't want to draw attention to it. Thank goodness it wasn't a more obvious one, but he made sure not to stand because this particular shirt doubled as a onesie. Halfway through the class, he felt something pressing against his bottom. He was glad he was muted because the gas that shot out of him just then was like a firecracker. He hadn't even eaten today, but the results of last night's disaster were finally making their way out of his colon. Aaron did his best not to make a face as he quickly switched off his camera. It was coming out, and he barely had time to stand up before something painfully snaked out of him. It stung as his bottom opened up to another solid mass of poop, warming the back of his diaper with another filthy release.

"Mr. Millards, I'm timing you," the professor said, referring to Aaron. But he could barely hear her over the sound of his diaper filling. It took three minutes before he felt like he was okay enough to stop, though he could tell he wasn't empty. It wasn't lost on him that he didn't have enough time to change, and he grimaced as he looked back at the bulging brown and yellow padding wrapped around his waist. He held his breath, carefully lowered his bottom into his seat, and cringed as he felt the hot oatmeal texture spread around his bottom. The smell was immediate and rancid. He wondered what the hell he ate last night and swore to avoid it the next time he was blackout drunk. He wiped away his sweat, prayed his diaper wouldn't leak during class, and returned to the Zoom session.

Aaron felt each minute of the rest of class drag on, each second making his stomach twitch. When it finally ended, he'd never turned his camera off so fast. His next class wasn't for another three hours, so he rushed to grab a new pair of clothes, deodorant, cologne, and opened up his ottoman to grab a fresh diap-

His face fell.

Aaron kept all of his diapers boxed up in an ottoman at the foot of his bed. He'd grabbed the last diaper from one of the boxes this morning, thinking the others were full. They were not.

He didn't know what to do. Aaron ordered all of his diapers online. Even with same-day shipping, they weren't getting here until tomorrow. His next class was in person; he didn't have time for that! His best bet was to head to the nearest store to buy some generic pull-ups, but there was still the problem of his full diaper. He'd worn diapers for so long now that going out in underwear wasn't an option. He could try to use the potty before he left, but with his stomach in turmoil, there was no telling if he'd still have an accident. His heart sank when he realized that not only was he going to have to go out in a filthy diaper, but he also needed to pee again.

The only outfit Aaron owned that was loose enough to hide his diaper bulge was a pair of loose joggers and an oversized T-shirt. They didn't really match, but more importantly, they were light-colored. There was no hiding it if he leaked. He checked himself in the mirror, hyper-focusing on his bottom. You really couldn't tell unless you were looking really hard...or if you smelled him. He tried his best to cover up the smell with cologne, but that almost seemed to make it worse. He was just going to have to not stand close to anyone.

He opted to walk to the store for obvious reasons. He couldn't focus on driving and not squishing his diaper. The walk to the store wasn't far, but it sure felt like it with every crinkling, squishy step he took. He hoped the sound of cars driving past would cover up the sound, and the nearby dumpsters could take the blame for any lingering smells. He couldn't stop thinking about how much his poop had spread around in his diaper. It was smushed into every crevice and felt like cold mud on his bottom. He knew his shirt was long enough to cover his bottom, but he felt like if his pants fell even a centimeter someone would catch sight of his toasted marshmallow bottom.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief when he finally reached the store. Despite his anxiety,  no one had seemed to notice his predicament. Or if they did, no one had pointed it out. His mind began to calm as he walked the store aisles, and by the time he grabbed the pull-ups, he felt okay enough to change in the store bathroom, as long as it was empty. Maybe they had a family bathroom he could use? If that was the case, he figured he should grab some wipes. He blushed, thinking about how big of a mess he had made and how he couldn't wait to get clean.

As he walked out of the diaper aisle with his supplies, he felt his stomach drop. Instinctively, his hand reached back to cover his bottom, and a splortch echoed off the linoleum walls. He felt eyes on him, but he was too focused on holding back a flood, his body trembling as he strained. He had just let out a handful of mushy diarrhea into his diaper, and he could tell there was more to come. He stayed there until he felt safe enough to move, then carefully made his way to the checkout aisle. His tummy rumbled angrily and his bottom hurt from holding it in, but there was no way he could go right now. He approached the self-checkout and whined anxiously when he saw the line. It wasn't that long, but his stomach thought otherwise. People could hear it groan audibly, and he tried his best not to make eye contact with any of them. By the time it was his turn, he could feel the whole store staring at him, the anxiety making his situation worse. He tried to focus on scanning; he only had two items. He just had to scan them, pay, and then he could run to the bathroom and use his diaper in peace—

PHBLARTCH

It was so loud it caught Aaron off guard, and he was pushing out another load before he knew what was happening. He let out an involuntary grunt of pain and effort as muck poured from his bottom and joined his previous mess. His knees shook as he pooped, and he gripped the register to balance himself. His body took that as a signal to keep going, and his bottom let out another wave of diarrhea. Of course, it was too much for his diaper to handle, and he felt the explosion before he heard it. Liquid brown spilled out of the leg holes  of his diaper and ran down his legs, staining his light-colored pants. When he pooped again, everyone saw it bubble out of his diaper and travel down the sullied parts of the fabric. Aaron tried not to think of all the eyes on him as he painfully soiled his diaper for the second time that day. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, reminding him that he had a class in a bit.

He definitely wasn't going to make it.

The Sissy Godmother, Pt. 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, magical transformation, humiliation, crossdressing, hypermessing, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Bricks66

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“For the last time, Lane, studying means phones off!”

Looking up from his cracked textbook, it was safe to say Josh was on edge. It was the Friday night before finals week and the 4.0 dean’s list student was cracking the whip hard against the backs of his two far less intelligent buddies. Sighing off his annoyance, he questioned in his brain why he continued to study with Lane considering his stoner ass was at risk of failing half his classes. However, a soft punch on his shoulder quickly reminded him why he put up with Lane’s bullshit.

“Oh, go easy on him, Joshy. He’s been trying harder than usual lately and I know that’s because of you. Plus, it’s nearly midnight,” said Ruby, a tall and sporty girl coasting on an athletic scholarship, as she scooted her chair closer to Josh and threw her arm around him. In the back of her mind, she wanted to strangle her childhood friend for making a fool of himself during their study session again. After nearly flunking out of college the year prior, she had made a point to get Lane the help he needed to earn his degree. Sadly, despite finding him the best possible tutor in Josh, he was still as spacey as ever.

Sliding his phone into his backpack begrudgingly, Lane set his head down on the notebook in front of him, his brain fried as his group surpassed the four-hour mark of their first of three cram study sessions this weekend. “Ugh! We’ve been going at this for hours,” he whined, fed up with reading lines of small text, “Ya know, this would take so much less time if you’d just let me-”

“For the last time, I’m not giving you my notes and that’s final,” scoffed Josh, not wanting to entertain the idea of committing academic dishonesty just to get Lane out of his hair. Frustrated by Lane’s frequent interruptions, he got up from his chair, deciding he needed to clear his head by getting some air, “I’m going to grab an energy drink from the vending machine. Do you guys want anything?”

Earning a pair of no’s from Lane and Ruby, Josh exited the room and buried his face in the crux of his elbow before letting out a muffled scream. “Oh, my Goddess! S-She was so close…” he thought, raising a tender hand to the spot on his shoulder that Ruby had punched. Lane may have been a lot to put up with but it would all be worth it if he could land Ruby by the end of the school year. Shaking off his momentary euphoria, he quickly sped-walked down the dimly lit hallway, securing himself an energy drink before briskly returning to his group's private study room.

*SNOOOOOOOOOORE!*

Upon re-entering the room, Josh’s shoulders slumped as he listened to the pair of besties snoring away as they lay against their unfinished workbooks. Sighing dejectedly, he decided to be merciful for Ruby’s sake, softly resting a blanket across her shoulders before grabbing a seat and digging back into his studies. He may have been tutoring Lane and Ruby but he still had his own grades to worry about. 

*DONG! DONG! DONG!*

Off in the distance, Josh listened to the campus clock towers booming chimes, alerting him to the fact that the day was about to roll over. He sat back in his chair and rubbed his tired eyes, determined to get in at least one more good hour to study time. However, as his fist dug into his droopy eyelids, he failed to notice the window beginning to crack open, accompanied by a gentle wind that carried with it a glittery sheen. A sheen that began to swirl in place, creating a vortex in the corner of the study room.

Alerted by the sudden cacophony of noise, Josh jumped to his feet and backed away as the shimmering tornado sent loose papers flying all around. To his surprise, both Ruby and Lane remained in their peaceful slumbers despite the noisy ruckus.

“Hello, my child. I heard the sweet voice of a little girl calling out to me. And so, here I am,” said a very high-pitched, feminine voice, projecting itself from the center of the vortex. As the wind began to subside, the vortex dissipated, revealing a gorgeous, middle-aged woman with bright red hair and a ball gown that occupied nearly a quarter of the room’s standing space, “Fear not, your Fairy Godmother is here to make your grandest dreams come true.”

Shrinking down against the wall until his butt was parked against the study room floor, Josh was at a loss for words as he stared blankly up at the mysterious, mystical woman that stood before him. He slowly pushed himself back up on shaky legs and began inching his way toward the door as if he could move slow enough to go undetected by whoever this magical girl was. While he didn’t exactly want to leave Ruby in the hands of this woman, he was nowhere near brave enough to risk his own neck for a girl he only had a crush on.

Unfortunately, just as Josh was about to grab onto the door handle, his body froze with the Fairy Godmother pointing her wand directly at him. Flicking her wand, she forced Josh to turn and approach her, controlling each of his limbs effortlessly. “Now, where do you think you’re running off to, my child? You don’t want to miss your big debut,” she cooed, believing she knew every desire that laid dormant in Josh’s head.

“Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you are, lady, and I don’t care! If you really want to make my dreams come true or whatever, then you’ll leave right now and never come back!” shouted Josh, his fear and annoyance over being ripped away from his studies yet again causing a brief outburst.

Sadly, when it came to outbursts, the Fairy Godmother had a zero-tolerance policy. “Well, this attitude of yours just won’t do. Don’t worry, your Fairy Godmother is here to help put an end to those pesky, hypermasculine feelings,” she said, snapping her fingers and causing a binky to magically appear in his mouth before he could say another word.

“MMMMMMMH! W-WUH?!” muttered Josh, who practically went cross-eyed trying to see what this magical woman had done to him. Sure enough, there was a white paci guard with bright pink accents hanging from his mouth. He instantly moved to spit it out but was flabbergasted when he found that the rubber bulb managed to evade any attempt to push it out from between his lips. Sadly, his transformation was far from over.

Looking satisfied with herself, the Godmother started to wave her wand in small circles, producing a plethora of fairy dust in the process. That fairy dust wafted throughout the study room, compiling around Josh’s feet. He looked down, terrified, and tried to move for the door in hopes of escaping before the situation developed into something far worse. Tragically, he found himself unable to move his legs due to the strength of the Fairy Godmother’s magic.

“Try to relax, my dear. I promise you’ll feel much less aggression soon enough,” said the Godmother, giggling as she continued to spin a glittery web around Josh’s body. Starting from his feet and gradually rising up his slender legs, the shoes around Josh’s feet began to transform in both color and texture, softening the soles and altering the color until they were pastel pink, “Adorable! I’ll bet those booties are much more comfortable.”

In Josh’s eyes, this was utter madness. It should be impossible to transform a person's clothing with a flick of a wand. And yet, it was hard to deny what he was seeing with his own eyes. Traveling up his legs, he watched in horror as his jeans split along the middle of his thighs. The severed pant legs latched onto his legs, hugging them as the material shifted into thin, stocking material.

Meanwhile, the top half of Josh’s pants, along with his underwear, began to bunch up around his junk. Regrettably, it was a far more pleasurable sensation than he wanted to admit as the softening fabric of his undies and scratchy jeans produced a small tent, much to his dismay.

The Fairy Godmother, on the other hand, was beyond ecstatic to spot this development. “See? I knew you’d start enjoying yourself once the diaper appeared,” she said, humming a merry tune as her sparkling dust continued to encircle her hapless victim.

“D-Diapew?!” shrieked Josh as the color drained from his pants, leaving them as pure white as his tighty-whities. Having already smoothed out the rough jean material, it took little time for them to finish their transformation into the crinkly outer plastic of his new diaper. Underneath, his underwear became much thinner, turning into the diaper’s mesh lining before he could blink. From there, he watched with widening eyes as the diaper slowly expanded outward, forcing his legs apart and rounding out until it had formed the biggest nappy he had ever laid eyes on. To his dismay, this only increased the softness and coziness that surrounded his privates, amplifying his reluctant arousal.

Clapping her hands together, the Fairy Godmother was quite pleased with herself in spite of Josh’s less-than-ecstatic expression. “You’ll love this next part! I consider myself quite the wardrobe specialist,” she said as her magical vortex engulfed Josh’s torso, targeting his button-up shirt. One by one, each of the buttons lining his chest and stomach fell to the floor as the two halves of his shirt merged together before stretching down and wrapping around his padded bottom, forming a form-fitting onesie. As a finishing touch, a pair of lace frills flared out around his hips and bottom as his outfit shifted in color from white to pastel pink, making it match his booties.

At last, Josh’s ensemble was complete. As the swirling tornado of glitter settled to the floor and disappeared, he felt whatever was locking his body in place vanish as well, allowing him to move. While only a minute prior, he would’ve bolted toward the exit with his newfound freedom, now that he had fully undergone his wardrobe transformation, he instead used his regained mobility to stomp up to the Fairy Godmother with red in his eyes. “I…you...GAH!” he screamed, failing to find the exact words to express his anger, especially with the pacifier in the way.

Unfortunately, the Fairy Godmother was more than happy to fill in the blanks of Josh’s stuttered speech. “No need to thank me, child. I know you’re a little overwhelmed right now but trust me when I say you may just be the cutest mortal I’ve come into contact with,” she said, sending him into a frustrated temper tantrum as he furiously tried to remove any article of his infantile ensemble. Sadly, he couldn’t even pry the binky from his mouth, much less remove any of the other sissy paraphernalia.

Witnessing his tantrum, the Godmother could only shake her head. “Still resisting your heart’s inner desires, I see. Don’t worry, I can help with that too,” she said, stepping forward and raising her wand to Josh’s forehead. Before he knew what was happening, she tapped him on the forehead, causing him to freeze in place instantly.

*GUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGLE!!!*

In the blink of an eye, Josh’s mind emptied itself of all the knowledge he had worked so hard to gain from primary school all the way through college. That knowledge snaked his way through his body, passing from his head to his bowels in one fluid motion. There was only one thing left to do.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRT!!!*

As the back of Josh’s diaper expanded, so too did the dopey smile on his face. What was he so worried about, again? The only thing he remembered was feeling an impossible tightness in his belly. Thankfully, the easiest way to fix that was to push as hard as he could, which he was more than happy to do. Once his messing finally came to an end, he plopped down onto the floor, merrily smushing the mushy contents of his diaper in the process. With a jolly, unashamed smile, he reached forward and grabbed onto his feet, giggling as he wiggled his fingers between his toes.

“Aww, isn’t that so much better, my child?’ said the Godmother, ruffling Josh’s hair as she made her way back to the window, “Sadly, while I’d love to stay and fawn over you, I must be off to my next assignment. Farewell, my child, and enjoy your new life.” As a finishing touch, she waved her wand over Josh’s head and showered him with glitter, magically making him irresistible to anyone with a caregiver’s heart. With her work now finished, she snapped her fingers and vanished into a ball of light before zooming out the window, leaving behind a trail of sparkles and a brand new sissy for his friends to find when they woke up.

TO BE CONTINUED…

PART 2 (COMING SOON) PART 3 (COMING SOON)

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Messy Caption Index

@babyclaire​ recently requested a list of messy content, and so here it is at last! It’s probably not exhaustive, but I hope the links are useful anyway. I’ll try to get together a messy story index too before long!

Keiko and the Bully

Showtime for Daphne

Baby Cassie at Play

Tessa’s Tribulations

Daphne’s Latest Patient

Auntie’s Little Stinker

Odette and Odile

Carmen’s Conditioning

One Dirty Date with Darren

Messy Training Tips

Baby Beckie

Sophie Makes a Stinky

Dreams of a Dirty Dolly

Betty’s the Boss

An Icky Orgasm for Ellie

Naomi’s Bet

Life with Auntie

Angel Dreams

Sheila and the IMP

Tiffany’s Tummy

A Date with Erika

Mona’s Messmaker

Forced Regression Stories & Captions Index

Let's be real: I've written a LOT of forced regression stories and captions. But since Tumblr doesn't allow NSFW blogs to be searched with tags like #forcedregression, at the request of folks like @buunnymichelle I'm putting together this handy index to a few notable ones. It's not going to be exhaustive, of course, but hopefully it will be a good starting point!

Forced Regression Stories

Male

Diapered, Desperate, and Denied

Just Out of Reach

Replaced… or Repurposed?

Promises Kept

The Date (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2)

Amelia's Baby Shower (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7)

Female

Hush, Little Stacy

How Captivating!

A Model Princess (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4)

Loose Lips

Good Baby

Hindsight

Forced Regression Captions (just a few!)

Female

Mommy's New Baby

Agent Laura in Trouble

Charles, Help Me

Now Number 28447

A Birthday Present for Mattie

The Trials of a Personal Assistant

Cheating Never Pays

Daddy's Little Darling

Rescued By Regression (Part 3, but see the other two)

On-the-Job Training

Bullied by Big Sister

Sara's New Mommy

Male

No Flirting with the Stewardess!

Sorority Sissy

Good Golly, Miss Molly

A Nurse for Carl

Justice for Jay

Chris to Chrissie?

Happy Mommy's Day, Maxie!

No Double-Dating for Adam

Changes for Baby

Steven Visit the Doctor

Sissy on the Live Stream

Nursed into Nappies

The next series of captions I wrote! All about a new mysterious virus infecting young adults across the world. Got inspired by an actual flu epidemic that took place on my college campus. Art credit goes to Rocket Manatee 

Maturity Test Part 2

Chapter 1

Anna had been away for three years, throwing herself into work and life, the memories of her last visit to the regression school nursery and her friends there fading into the background. But now, it was time for her reclassification, and she found herself once again driving the familiar road back to the place where her friends had been left behind. She wondered how much had changed. How much had Rebecca and Olaf changed? How much had she changed?

Arriving at Olaf's place first, Anna hesitated before knocking on the door. She had kept in touch with Olaf and his girlfriend, Lilly, over the years, but hearing stories and actually seeing the changes were two very different things. Taking a deep breath, she knocked, the sound echoing loudly in her ears.

A moment later, the door opened, and there stood Lilly, a bright smile on her face. "Anna! It's so good to see you!" she greeted warmly, pulling Anna into a quick hug before stepping aside to let her in. "Olaf’s been looking forward to your visit."

Anna stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the subtle yet significant changes in the apartment. The living room had transformed into what could only be described as a preschooler’s haven. Bright colors adorned the walls, and scattered toys filled the floor. A large playmat with a road map pattern lay in the center of the room, and in one corner stood a small table with coloring books and crayons.

But what really caught Anna's attention was the large potty chart on the wall, covered in stickers—mostly clouds with only a few suns scattered here and there. It was clear that Olaf’s potty training had regressed significantly. The sparse suns stood out like sad little beacons amidst a sea of rain clouds.

Lilly noticed where Anna’s gaze had fallen and chuckled softly. “He’s had a bit of a rough time with his potty training lately,” she explained, her tone both affectionate and slightly teasing. “But he’s doing his best, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Anna turned to see Olaf emerging from the hallway. The sight of him was both shocking and heartbreaking. He was wearing a pair of blue pull-ups, the childish design visible beneath his t-shirt. His once-confident demeanor was now replaced with a more subdued, almost shy, expression as he shuffled over to greet Anna.

“Hi, Anna,” Olaf said softly, a pacifier hanging from a clip on his shirt. He didn’t seem to notice it as he absentmindedly popped it into his mouth after saying hello, sucking on it softly as he stood there, fidgeting slightly.

“Hi, Olaf,” Anna replied, trying to keep her voice light and not show how surprised she was at how much he had changed. She could see the subtle influence Lilly had over him—his behavior, his clothes, even his posture all screamed little boy. “It’s good to see you again.”

Olaf nodded, his cheeks flushing a little as he tugged on his t-shirt, which didn’t cover his pull-ups. “Yeah, it’s good to see you too. We’ve been having lots of fun, haven’t we, Mommy?” he added, looking up at Lilly with a small smile.

Lilly beamed, reaching down to ruffle his hair affectionately. “We sure have, sweetie” “I’ll go get us something to drink,” Lilly announced suddenly, giving Olaf a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing into the kitchen.

The moment she was out of earshot, Olaf’s demeanor changed. His shoulders slumped, and he let out a heavy sigh, pulling the pacifier from his mouth and dropping it onto the table with a soft clatter. He looked up at Anna with a mixture of shame and desperation in his eyes.

“Anna,” he began quietly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Lilly wasn’t coming back yet. “I need to talk to you. I—Lilly—she signed me up for Unpotty Training III,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

Anna blinked in surprise. “Unpotty Training III? What’s that?” she asked, leaning in closer.

Olaf sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “It’s not like the first two levels. Unpotty Training I and II were about getting you to have accidents, you know, just losing control sometimes. But this… this is different. It’s not about accidents anymore. It’s about not using the potty at all. They teach you how to… just let go whenever, wherever. No more control.”

Anna’s eyes widened as she processed his words. “And you’re the only one in the class who’s not… fully regressed?”

Olaf nodded, looking down at his pull-ups. “Yeah. It’s so embarrassing, Anna. All the other guys are in diapers, and here I am, still in pull-ups but being told I need to stop using the potty entirely. Lilly says it’s for my own good, that it’s part of accepting who I’m supposed to be, but… I don’t know. I want to grow back up, at least a little.”

“And that’s not all,” Olaf interrupted, his voice tense with frustration. “She signed me up for pacifier dependence too. I can’t go anywhere without it now. If I don’t have it... I just get so anxious, Anna. I don’t know what to do.”

Anna reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Olaf, why didn’t you tell her? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I tried,” he muttered, his eyes darting toward the kitchen again. “But she doesn’t listen. She thinks this is what’s best for me, but... I don’t want this. I want to grow back up, Anna. I don’t want to be stuck like this forever.”

Before he could finish, Lilly’s cheerful voice cut through the air as she returned, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of coffee and a sippy cup filled with juice. Olaf quickly popped the pacifier back into his mouth, his frustration hidden behind the plastic shield.

“Here we go!” Lilly said brightly, setting the tray down on the coffee table. “Two coffees for the grown-ups and a nice sippy cup of juice for my little man.”

Olaf forced a smile, taking the sippy cup in his hands. “Thanks, Mommy,” he mumbled, his previous frustration buried under a veneer of obedience.

Lilly beamed, clearly pleased with his response. “Oh, and Olaf, I don’t think we need to worry about you drinking from a cup anymore. Those days are long gone, aren’t they?”

Anna watched as Olaf’s grip tightened on the sippy cup, his knuckles turning white. He didn’t respond, just brought the cup to his lips and began to drink, his eyes focused intently on the table.

As they sipped their drinks, a faint hissing sound reached Anna’s ears. At first, she thought it might be coming from outside, but then she realized it was much closer—too close.

Olaf was wetting himself.

She glanced at his pull-ups, noticing the way the material was gradually swelling, the childish design fading as it absorbed the wetness. Olaf’s face remained calm, his eyes focused on the sippy cup in his hands as he continued to drink, completely unaware of what was happening. He looked so small, so helpless—more like a toddler than a preschooler.

Lilly, who was casually sipping her coffee, noticed Anna’s concerned expression and followed her gaze to Olaf’s pull-ups. A knowing smile spread across her face.

Lilly glanced at the clock on the wall, her eyes widening slightly as she realized the time. "Oh, look at the time," she said, her voice tinged with both excitement and a hint of urgency. "We need to get ready for the reclassification, Olaf."

Olaf looked up from his coloring, his brow furrowing in mild confusion. "Already?" he asked, sounding a bit unsure. The thought of the reclassification had clearly been on his mind, but he hadn’t expected it to come so soon.

Lilly nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "Yes, sweetie. We don't want to be late. Why don't you get up and stretch your legs before we head out?"

Obediently, Olaf pushed himself up from the floor, his movements a bit clumsy as he shifted his weight. Then, with a soft sigh, she stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to gently pat the front of his pull-up.

"Uh-oh, Olaf," Lilly said, her voice laced with gentle teasing as she placed her other hand on his padded bottom. "Looks like someone’s a bit soggy. Did you forget to tell Mommy you had an accident?"

Olaf's cheeks flushed a deep red as he looked down at himself, his eyes widening in embarrassment. "N-No..." he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the dampness of his pull-up now that it had been pointed out.

Anna couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him as she watched the scene unfold. She could see how much it bothered him to be caught off guard like this. Lilly gently guided Olaf over to the corner of the room where his potty chart hung on the wall. “Come on, sweetie,” Lilly said softly, her tone warm but firm. “Let’s put another cloud on your chart, okay?”

Olaf’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he nodded, clearly embarrassed by the ritual. He hesitated for a moment, but under Lilly’s gentle guidance, he picked up the blue marker and drew another cloud in the appropriate square. The marker squeaked slightly against the chart, a sound that seemed to echo in the room, making Olaf cringe a little.

“There we go,” Lilly said with a soft chuckle, ruffling Olaf’s hair affectionately. “Such a good boy.”

As Olaf stood there, looking up at the chart with a mixture of embarrassment and resignation, Lilly couldn’t resist adding a bit of teasing to the situation. “You know, Olaf,” she began, her voice playful, “if you keep this up, maybe this will be your last pull-up. If you get reclassified as a toddler today, we will switch to diapers full-time. Wouldn’t that be something?”

Olaf’s eyes widened in surprise and mild horror at the idea, but before he could protest, Anna, who had been quietly watching the interaction, decided to join in.

“Or,” Anna chimed in, trying to help Olaf smile, “maybe this will be your last pull-up because you’ll be allowed to grow up, Olaf. Maybe they’ll finally let you wear big boy underwear again.”

Olaf face showed a mix of confusion and hope, the idea of being allowed to grow up again clearly appealing to some part of him that still clung to his former sense of independence.

But before he could latch onto that hope, Lilly gently shot it down with a playful smirk. “Oh, Anna, you know Olaf’s too incontinent to ever go back to normal underwear. Even if they let him grow up, it’ll probably still be in pull-ups,” she said with a lighthearted laugh. “I mean, we wouldn’t want him having too many big boy accidents, would we?” Olaf shifted again, this time more awkwardly, caught between the two women’s contrasting views of his future.

Anna couldn’t help but smile at Lilly’s fierce defense of Olaf’s regression, though she knew better than to push the subject further. It was clear that Lilly had a vision for Olaf’s life that involved a lot more clouds on that chart, and perhaps even the inevitable transition to diapers full-time.

"Well," Anna said with a light shrug, "we’ll just have to see what the reclassification decides, won’t we?" She winked at Olaf, who gave her a small, uncertain smile in return.

Lilly gave Olaf’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Alright, let’s get you into a fresh pull-up before we head out, okay?” she said, her voice softening again. “We can’t have you going to your reclassification all soggy.”

Olaf nodded quietly, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as Lilly guided him over to the changing area. She moved with practiced ease, quickly removing the damp pull-up and replacing it with a fresh one, giving Olaf a suppository for his nerves. The crinkling sound filled the room as she snugly fastened the sides, her hands gentle but efficient.

“There we go,” Lilly murmured, smoothing out the front of his pull-up before giving him another reassuring smile. “All set. Now, you’ll be nice and comfy for the big day.”

Once Olaf was dressed, the three of them made their way to the door.

Anime & Manga

“How to save the world with the power of friendship.”

Boku no Hero Academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Haikyuu!! -1

SK8 the Infinity

Attack on Titan +8

Naruto -1

One Piece +1

Mo Dao Zu Shi -2

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure -6

Tokyo Revengers

19 Days -1

Hetalia +5

Sailor Moon -2

Tian Guan Ci Fu +24

Fruits Basket -6

Death Note +2

Fullmetal Alchemist -3

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba -3

Inuyasha -7

Yuri!!! on Ice +9

Mob Psycho 100 -5

Bungou Stray Dogs -7

Hanyō no Yashahime

Chainsaw Man

Yu-Gi-Oh! +5

Hunter X Hunter -6

Wonder Egg Priority

Beastars -24

Bleach -6

Fairy Tail -11

Osomatsu San +18

Black Clover -4

Neon Genesis Evangelion +14

Vanitas No Carte

The Promised Neverland +11

Banana Fish +3

Horimiya

Soul Eater +5

Boruto: Naruto Next Generations -15

Digimon Adventure -15

Berserk

The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Dorohedoro -21

Diabolik Lovers -8

Given -13

Kuroshitsuji -11

Noragami -20

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun

Higurashi

Painter of the Night

The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last year.

“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.”