John’s Regression Part 11 to 12 – My ABDL Life

John’s Regression Part 11 to 12

The story is written by abdl5622

Chapter 11

We walked through the crowd of people. “It feels so nice to have a dry diaper on, it is not clammy or cold. Just a nice soft thick pair of underwear” I thought to myself as we approached the food court.

“What do you want from the hot dog place?”
“Cheese dog and cheese fries”

My mom the went to order the food and we then went to go find a table.

“How are you liking the mall?”

“It is alright. I am not a fan of crowds”

“Oh, whenever you are scared just remember that I am right by your side”

“Thanks mom” I said as I sat down with a crinkle and we began to eat but before we did my mom put a napkin in the neck of my shirt, similar to a bib.

“This is so you wont make such a mess of yourself”

“Seems fair” I said while grabbing my food as I began to eat. “Yum, I love cheese” I thought as I consumed the hot, dog and fries, getting it all over myself in the process.

“That was good thanks mom” I said as I licked my fingers.

“It looks like you got more on you then in you” she said as she began cleaning my face off.

We both laughed as she finished cleaning me up.

“Now to the pharmacy”

We pushed through the crowds of people until we reached the CVS. My mom grabbed a cart and we went straight for the diaper isle.

“See baby, lots of people have similar issues to you” she said while pointing at the adult diaper area.

We then arrived at the baby diaper area. “I still cannot believe I fit into these. I mean they were designed for babies” I thought as my mom looked through the different packages.

“Hmm… ah there are pampers size 6, hmm.. there are some little swimmers here to. I guess it couldn’t hurt to have both” she said as she put two large packages of pampers and a small pack of little swimmers in the cart. She also got some more baby powder, cream and wipes.

“I need a few more things while we are here” she said while heading over to the stomach issue isle. She soon came back with a couple small boxes of medication.

“All ready to go” she said as we went to pay and left the store.

We began walking to the exit, and as we did I felt a familiar warm stream hitting the front of my diaper and traveling down between my legs. “Well the dryness was nice while it lasted” I thought to myself as we arrived at the car and loaded it up and left for home.

When we arrived I was a little tired but I would be fine.

“Do you want a little snack baby?” she asked. I was a little hungry, so I said

“Sure” She then handed me a peeled banana which I happily ate.

“You want to go nap for a bit baby? You really enjoyed it yesterday”

“I am feeling more tired than before. Perhaps another nap would be good” I thought.

“Sounds like a plan” I said as I went upstairs and got into my sheets. I put my thumb in my mouth and closed my eyes.

I awoke to a strange feeling in my mouth. Instead of my thumb, I was sucking on a rubbery bulb. I popped it out of my mouth.

“Is this a…”

“Pacifier” my mom said from behind me.

“I noticed that you usually suck your dirty thumb when you sleep. Think of all the germs on it and where it has been. So, I thought that it might be nicer to suck on a clean pacifier”

I thought about it for a second, “A pacifier… really… well it is nicer than sucking on my thumb. But, still it is a pacifier. Wait why would a pacifier be the solution?” I thought.

“I don’t know”

“It would put my mind at ease if you used it instead of your dirty thumb”

“Only for you mom”

“Thanks baby. Now how about some cheesy rice?”

“Sounds good”

We sat down for dinner and ate.

“I really should put a bib on you” she said in a joking voice while noticing the mess I was making.

“Maybe you should feed me while you’re at it” I joked back.

“Maybe I should” she said with a grin on her face.

We finished up and as usual my diaper was soaked by the end of dinner.

“Lets get you changed and into your pajamas”

I followed her upstairs and got changed into a nice thick dry pair of diapers. The soft mass between my legs felt normal now. Like it belonged there. I then got into my sleeper and went up to my bedroom.

“Maybe you should go to be early tonight. You have been getting tired during the day a lot”

“Maybe I would not need a nap then” I thought.


“I will be up in a second to tuck you in”

I got into bed and my mom followed. She carefully tucked me in and gave me my fuzzy friend. She then pulled out the pacifier and looked at me for approval. I thought about it for a second and eventually gave in. I nodded and opened my mouth to have it filled with the rubber of the pacifier. My mom smiled and gave me a loving kiss on the head.

“Goodnight baby” she said as she left the door cracked open. I began to suck on the pacifier. “I could get use to this. I wonder if anything else that babies do would be fun? I mean diapers are not so bad and the pacifier is nice. I could grow to enjoy being a baby” I thought to myself as I drifted off into a deep restful sleep while happily sucking on my new pacifier.

Chapter 12


I was jerked awake to the loud crackle of lightning. A pool of urine formed between my leg gatherers before slowly being absorbed. I looked at the clock, it was morning. “I hate rain.” I thought while happily sucking on my pacifier. “I am enjoying the pacifier though. Speaking of which, where did she get a pacifier? It does not matter I guess” I thought as I went downstairs to greet my mom.

“How is the pacifier?” she asked noticing it was still in my mouth.

Embarrassed I popped it out of my mouth and sheepishly said “It is nice”

She smiled and replied “You can suck on your pacifier all you want. It is not hurting anyone”


“Sure” I said as I sat down with a slosh and ate some eggs.

“Any plans for today baby?”

“Hmm… not really. Maybe watch some TV and play some games. How about you?”

“Probably just going to do some work in my office” she said as we both finished out plates.

I went upstairs and sat down with a slosh as she untaped my diaper.

“Shower first?”

“Yeah” I said as I got up to take a shower. First, I would attend to my usual business. However, I guess I did not have to go. I felt kinda full, but nothing would come out. “Odd, I usually always have to go at this time? Well I don’t feel like I did on Saturday so I guess I just don’t have to go today” I thought to myself as I got in the hot shower. “I love a nice hot shower. It is so relaxing” I thought as I dried off. I went to grab some of my new clothing that we had bought the other day. “I don’t know the last time I opened that drawer” I thought as I looked at my underwear drawer. I then went back to my mom’s room to get a fresh soft diaper.

“You forgot this downstairs” my mom said smiling while holding up the pacifier.

I blushed and got down on the mat.

“It would sure be easier to change you if I did not have to bend over like this”

“How did you manage it when I was younger?”

“You were raised up on a changing table. Come to think of it. It would make things a lot easier if we had one”

“You wouldn’t mind right?”

“Of course not. Where are we going to find one that can fit me?”

“I will look and see” my mom said while taping up the diapers and popping the pacifier in my mouth. I instinctively began to suck on it happily.

“Since it is such a rainy day, how about watching some TV with me?”

Excited, I nodded and we went downstairs.

“Let’s see what is on” my mom said flipping through the channels while I was happily sucking on my pacifier. I shook her arm gently when she flipped on Sesame Street.

“Alright. First I am going to get some drinks for us” she said as she went into the kitchen.

I lay on the couch happily in just a t-shirt and diaper, sucking on a pacifier. When my mom came back in and I looked to see what she brought in.

I spit out my pacifier and asked “Is that a bottle?”

“Oh well… Yes it is, so you do not spill while laying on the couch. Also, since you were enjoying your pacifier so much, I thought that you might enjoy this” she said nervously.

“I do enjoy my pacifier. But this is a baby bottle. Though I am pretty much a baby at this point so why not. I have enjoyed mostly everything being a baby has to offer. So, I might enjoy this” I thought to myself as I smiled and took the bottle from her hand.

“It is a great idea mom, thank you”

That made her very happy and she squeezed me between her arms and said “I love you”

“I love you too mommy”

With that she left the room to work in her office and I just lie their. I put the rubber nipple in my mouth

and began to suck. “This is nice” I thought as the warm milk entered my mouth. “This tastes kind of funny, maybe it is just the bottle” I thought as I happily sucked and watched Elmo’s face on the screen and a more yellow Elmo’s face on the front of my diaper.

I watched TV for about an hour before my stomach began feeling odd and making noises.

“What did I eat?” I said with a burp.

“It does not feel like anything other than gas though” I thought as I let out a fart.

After another hour and some more farts and burps, I could smell oatmeal and could feel that I would need to find a bathroom in a bit.

“Lunch is ready baby”

Popping out my pacifier, “Awesome”

I waddled in with my wet diaper between my legs when I saw it.

“Um… mom”

“Yes baby”

“Is that a…”

“Be careful what you wish for” she said with a chuckle.

In front of me stood a large wooden high chair.

“Dang I knew this would come back to bite me” I thought.

“A high chair” my mom finished.

“Remember last night when you said I should feed you”

“I thought you were kidding”

“Come on and play along. It would be fun. You have enjoyed the bottle and pacifier right?”

“Yeah, but this is another level”


Letting out a deep sigh I gave in and said “Only for you” with a defeated tone and then hearing a rumble in my stomach.

“Before we eat, can I go to the bathroom?”

“You are wearing it, and from the looks of it you already did go” she replied noticing the moderately wet state of my diaper.

“I do not have to pee” I said sheepishly.

“You know you can use your diapers for that if you want. Diapers were designed for that. If you want to fully use them, I do not mind, go right ahead”

“Thanks for the offer. But I would rather use the toilet”

“Are you sure? It would make things easier. You would not have to stop what you are doing to use the bathroom. You could play all day to your hearts content”

“Tempting as that sounds, I think I will still use a toilet for this”

“Okay, first how about we eat so that the food does not get cold. You can hold it until then right?”

“I suppose” I said being unsure of my answer as my stomach rumbled again.

She then gently picked me up and sat me with a slight squish onto the dark oak wood high chair.

“That’s a good baby” she said while putting the tray down and then securing the high chair with a click.

“What was that sound?” I thought as my mom put a bowl of oatmeal in front of me. I could not see my crotch or what clicked due to the tray.

“Now who is a hungry baby” she said while putting a bib on me.

“Where did she get a bib? Or the high chair for that matter?” I thought. I began to say something when my said “Here comes the plane” as she put a slab of oatmeal in my mouth.

“This is not that bad” I thought as she put another spoonful into my mouth. Though now I could feel the pressure building in my bowels becoming almost painful. “Maybe mom is right, it would be nice to not have to worry or deal with the pain” I thought as I swallowed another spoonful of oatmeal. Blarrrt, I let out a long fart that was muted by my thick pampers.

“I hope she did not hear that” I worryingly thought to myself as my mom just smiled. “At the same time, I would prefer to not sit in a pile of my own filth. Though, it was not so bad. Traumatizing, but sort of nice. But, completely disgusting. I will not mess my diapers” I thought as I made up my mind and took the last bite of oatmeal.

“Since you were so nice for humoring me, you can have some ice cream for desert” my mom said.

“Awesome, but first can you let me down and take off this diaper so I can go use the bathroom. It is becoming very urgent” I said in a certain degree of distress.

“Okay, baby” she said as she went down to release the latch.

“Hmm… it is stuck. I will have to get a screwdriver or something to get that open. I will be right back” she said as she left the room.

“Please hurry” I said, now becoming more desperate.

I could feel my bowels begin to move.

“I don’t know how much longer I can wait”

“You can always just relax and use your diapers” my mom said from the other room.

“Think of how much less stressful this would be for the both of us”

“Found the screwdriver”

“Please hurry. I am about the explode” I said in desperation

She soon came back in holding a flat head screwdriver. I was kicking my legs around at this point in desperation.

“It’s alright, everything is fine. I am here now just relax” my mother soothed.

I calmed down a bit and felt safe as she got down at my crotch and began to fiddle with the latch. I became relaxed, perhaps too relaxed because then all of the sudden, Blarrrrt. I was cutoff by a loud wet fart. “I cannot believe this is happening again” I thought as a tear began to form in my eye while I struggle to hold it. My mother noticing this stood up after being unsuccessful in trying to fix the latch.

“It’s okay baby, just relax and let it all out” she said while wiping the tear from my eye.

She wrapped her arms gently around me and I buried my head into her chest. Then I just let it happen. “Maybe I am a baby, mommy” I thought as I lifted my bum up as high as I could, which was only about half an inch, and began to grunt. I could feel the very solid mass begin to exit my rear. Pushing my butt cheeks wide apart, the log encountered the seat of the diaper and pushed against it causing it to tent out. Crackle, crackle, crackle, my diaper continued to expand until the log encountered the hard wood of the high chair.

Now it was stuck having no where else to go. I pushed and pushed tightening my grip on my mother as she gently stroked my head, my face was red from the grunting until the sticky warm log began to mushroom slightly and slid past to my crotch. Crinnkkle… Thump, the first log came to its resting place. I let out a nice sigh of relief but more was coming. I took in another deep breath and pushed. Plop, plop, plop, small firm little balls of mush started exiting my rear into the waiting confines of my diaper. Crinkle, my diaper continued to expand and pushed the warm load back into my rear and down into my crotch. Crinkle, plop, crinkle, plop. It felt like large, warm, squishy marbles were going between my legs the being caught by the leg guards. The entire time my mom was stroking my head and saying “There there, just let it all out baby”

Then I could feel a warm wet squishy log coming out. It felt like a soft serve ice cream was being made in my rear as the steaming log coiled in the seat of my diaper, squishing into my butt crack and pressing against the rest of my load and the high chair. Blaaarrrrttttt, I began expelling a slimy liquid mess and as it poured out my rear and through the cracks of the mess before flowing to my crotch, I began to wet my diaper to add to the mix. But finally I was done and the fowl stench of my deed began to spread throughout the room.

“All done?” my mother asked in a soothing voice.

I lifted my head from her breasts and nodded.

“It’s okay baby, no harm was done. Now how about some ice cream does that sound nice?”

I nodded again, still sniffling.

I moved my hand to the seat of my diaper to feel the damage. I placed it on the tented out softball size lump in the back of my diaper and could feel the bumpy steamy load that was resting there. I slowly began to sit back down onto the hard wood of the high chair and into my mess as it oozed into my crotch and scrotum. Squashing it against the leak guards and all over. I could smell the foul stench of the explosion that had gone off it my rear. It did not seem to phase my mom as she went to the freezer to get some ice cream. I moved my legs around a little, continuing to squash around the mess in order to get comfortable. “You know, maybe mom was right, this is not so bad. Other than the smell, the warm ooze felt sort of nice. Childish, but nice. However, I still cannot believe that this happened. It is the second time, it just happened all of the sudden I had to go. Maybe I am loosing control of that too…Also, since when does a high chair require a key to…” I thought to myself as I continued to squashed around in my mess before my mom interrupted my train of thought.

“Doing better baby?” my mom asked noticing the lack of tears.

I shrugged as my mom placed a bowl of ice cream in front of me and began to feed the cold tasty slush to me. “Well I guess I could get use to the poopy diaper situation. Mom did say it was okay to mess my diaper. She actually encouraged it and said that it was better than using the toilet. It does not really feel better. Though mom did bring up a good point in that I would not have to stop play… I don’t know what is the right thing I should be doing and will just enjoy the ice cream for now” I thought as I continued to be fed ice cream.

“I am proud of you for being so good about this baby. Isn’t it nice to have that out of you now?”

“Was it really? I mean it was now covering my diapered area. But I guess I was not in pain anymore. So, I suppose that is nice” I thought as I swallowed another cold bite of ice cream.

“I suppose it is nice to not have to stress about it” I said unsure of my words. As my mom put the empty bowl in the sink and grabbed the screwdriver.

“Let’s have another try at this” she said and within around 15 seconds she had it unlocked.

“Got it”

“That was rather fast” I thought.

“Now let’s get you changed into a nice clean diaper” she said as she picked me up by the seat of my diaper forcing the mess further up into my crotch and put me on the ground.

“Wow this thing is heavy” I thought to myself as I noticed the extreme amount of sag in my diaper in addition to the added weight. Elmo’s face was a dark shade of brown and stretched. I then waddled upstairs, with every step I took the diaper sagged slightly before the elastic pulled it back up, causing the mess to squash. Finally, we reached my mom’s room. I slowly got down on the mat with a squash, as my mother went to get the supplies. She soon returned.

“Okay here we go” she said as she popped the tapes.

“I thought you might want this” she said while putting my pacifier in my mouth. She then popped the inner diapers tapes and the stench was released. It was horrid. Though afraid I began to glance down at my crotch. It was covered in the slimy ooze. The diaper was completely filled from top to bottom with a thick paste of poo. It was all very overwhelming, so I decided to just lay back, relax, and suck on my pacifier while my mom began, little by little cleaning me up.

“So, what did you think of the high chair experience?” she said while continuing to remove bits of poo from my rear.

Pulling out my pacifier I said, “Though it was an umm… interesting experience, I am not sure that I am the biggest fan”

“Oh, I am sorry that you had such a bad first experience but maybe give it another shot. I thought it was fun for the most part. Until having to scramble for a screwdriver. Besides was having a full diaper so bad? It is a normal thing, accidents happen, and not one bit got onto anything”

“Other than my diaper, ahhh that feels good” I thought as my mom finished getting all of the mess off and applying the cream.

“It was very unpleasant at first, but I suppose it was not so bad after a while. Other than the smell”

“I did not find the smell to bad. Anyway are you enjoying the bottle at least?”

“It reminds me of my pacifier, so yes I am. It is also nice that I can leave it in any position and not have to worry about spilling it”

“That is great baby. It is one less thing I have to worry about” she said while taping up the diapers.

“Man it feels better to have a nice clean diaper on” I thought as I got up.

“Mom, what was wrong with the high chair?”

“Oh… the latch was stuck” she said nervously.

“Do you want me to make you another bottle? I will fill it with chocolate milk” my mother said in a loving tone.

“Oh, that sounds good, thank you mom” I said as we walked downstairs.

The story is written by abdl5622