Ended Up Waking Up Soaked (I Was Wet When I Went To Bed But Not This Much), Also Did Pushies Right After

Ended up waking up soaked (I was wet when i went to bed but not this much), also did pushies right after waking up

Okay from here on (04/09/2024) every new follower adds 8 hours to the timer. :) Have fun

Potty Ban Challenge

So I got a gift of 4 cases of diapers, so time to do a Potty Ban Challenge. I haven't gotten them yet but here we go 1 Like = 4 hours 1 Comment = 12 hours 1 Reblog = 1 day I do mean 24/7 though. If it gets enough that means no more potty at all. 1 like/reblog/comment per account. (Posted on 3/24/2024 and going for 1 month) MULTIPLE COMMENTS BY THE SAME PERSON ONLY COUNTS 1 TIME

need someone to convince me i'm genuinely stupid and make me rely on them for everything because i'm too dumb to think for myself. for mental health reasons.

“Here we are Mr and Mrs Q,” the sales consultant; a young woman in an immaculate pink skirt suit, announced as she pressed the button beside the door, causing the plain metal door to slide open, revealing a dark room. The three of them passed through the doorway, setting off the lighting system which slowly illuminated the room. It wasn’t a huge room but it was different to all the other areas of the centre Mr and Mrs Q had been in. This room wasn’t metallic and modern, but set up like a room in a house, with white painted walls, a carpeted floor and a few items of furniture dotted about including a three person sofa chair.

With a short gasp, both Mr and Mrs Q looked ahead to the opposite side of the room at what they had come there for. A young woman with blonde hair, tied into bunches with pink ribbons, wearing a short blue dress with white lining and a large pink dummy placed in her mouth, stood against the wall at the far side of the room. She stood with her legs irregularly far apart and a vacant stare on here face, causing her empty eyes to gaze widely off ahead. She was swaying very slightly from side to side which, coupled with her infantile appearance, gave her an air of childishness.

Mr and Mrs Q stood across the room from the girl, transfixed by her. At last, once they had taken in the sight, Mrs Q broke the shocked silence.

“She’s... She’s... Perfect!” With imperceptible relief, the sales consultant smiled and nodded. Taking a step towards the girl and pointing towards her, the sales consultant began talking the couple through what they were viewing.

“We did everything we could to match your specifications and I’m confident we have exactly what you wanted. 5’4, weighing 8 stone, that’s 136 pounds, she has been put through an intensive but humane program of regression and personality reformation in accordance with the wish list you gave us.” The sales consultant smugly took another step towards the vacant girl.

“She is in what we call ‘pause mode’ right now. A mechanism built into her mind which causes her to go into a trance where she is very suggestible. It’s a little feature we’ve given her in case she gets to be too much of a handful. You’ll find out more about it your briefing packet.” With pleased sounds from Mr and Mrs Q who were slowly advancing towards the girl behind the sales consultant, the pitch continued.

“Once out of pause mode she will have the mental capacity of a two and a half year old. Primitive language skills and average coordination for that age range. She is drawn to pastel colours and soft surfaces. She’s particularly fond of butterflies too. She also drools a little.” Mr and Mrs Q we’re looking very impressed with everything they were hearing but we’re waiting intently for their most important specification. The sales consultant knew what they wanted to know and was ready to deliver.

“Most importantly, you’ll be pleased to know we estimate she is at least 97% dependant on nappies and is likely to reach 100% dpendacy in the next few weeks.” Mr and Mrs Q each let out an excited sigh and squeezed each other’s hand in delight. The sales consultant cleared her throat and warmly commanded, “Baby, lift up your dress.” The girl across the room instantly responded, taking hold of the hem of her blue dress and pulling it up against her chest, still blankly staring ahead. Beneath her dress was a very obviously soaked nappy with pink teddy bears on it.

The exhilarated Mr and Mrs Q turned to the sales consultant, beaming.

“She’s just what we were looking for. You have delivered on every angle. Can we spend some time with her out of this ‘pause mode’ so we can get the full picture?” Mr Q asked. The sales consultant smiled and nodded. She made her way towards the babyish girl, knowing she had earned a breathtaking bonus on this one.

Image Credit - AgePlay247.com

pretty sure this is Jack from Mass Effect?

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