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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.

***

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.”

"I swear Ellie, if your going to keep wetting yourself like a baby, then I'm going to put you in diapers like one." Ellie's mother scolded as she unfolded a large adult diaper, laying it out on the sofa and beckoning her daughter to sit on it.

Ellie blushed furiously as her panties were roughly yanked off.

"Mom! No. I don't need diapers. It's just an infection or stress or something." Ellie protested, laying down on the sofa. Her displeasure was in fact an act. Unbenowest to her mother Ellie had finally achieved her goal of being put back in diapers. She had been staging 'accidents' for a week now, careful to wet her pants only in the presence of her mother. She didn't want her friends finding out about this. It was an extreme solution to achieving her aim but Ellie didn't know how to speak to her mother about her secretive desires.

Ellie's mother proceeded to diaper her daughter for the first time since she had been a baby.

"Well, I've bought a whole package of these adult diapers for you. You are going to wear every single one of them before I let you wear panties like a big girl again. That's if you can stay dry. If you're still wetting by the time we get to eng of the package. I'll be buying you more. Understood?“

Ellie nodded to her Mother's ultimatum. Internally she was grinning, she had no intention of remaining dry over the next couple of weeks.

"Another thing. Baby girls don't wear grown up clothes."

Ellie gasped and struggled for real this time as her mother stripped her naked, depriving her of even her bra, leaving her nude, aside from her diaper.

"I've ordered some adult onsies online but until the arrive you'll be toddling around in just your diapers sweetie. Don't be embrassed. Little babies who aren't embrassed about wetting themselves also aren't ashamed of being nakey."