It can be funny turning someone into a dopey cow with sloshing udders, but first time bovines often have a zombie like need to empty out their new milk storage!
If you don't have pumping equipment set up, don't be surprised when you get grabbed and turned into your victim's new milk addicted calf!
Giving a friend comically large cursed boxing gloves as a prank, turning them into a bouncy and bubbly kangaroo!
So bubbly and bouncy, in fact, that they ditzily shove you into their new pouch, causing you to inexplicably turn into a tiny swirl eyed joey with lil boxing gloves when you reemerge!
"Ups, somebaby's tired! Let's get you down for your nappy-wappy!" your mom cooed, taking away your dozy looking baby sister upstairs to her nursery, the dopey infant clutching at a thoroughly drool soaked and chewed baby blanket.
Or at least she was clutching at it, until she decided to drop it. ⤵️
Feebly, you nursed on your thumb, the only thing stopping a larger bawling session from breaking out. This wasn't how things were supposed to go at your first day of work!
"It's okay, baby. You weren't really ready to be an adult yet..." the nice lady tending to your diaper reassured you. ⤵️
Mean, out of touch boss demanding that all of their employees adopt AI in their workload, disgruntling everyone!
And so, by the end of the day and after a bit of worker mutinying, the boss is permanently regressed into an adorably baffled out of touch baby that staff are much more willing to adopt!
Giant creature plushy when?
A victim of convenience
Inspired by Pandana's post.
(2025) December Ko-Fi Reward for @sunnyraine.bsky.social
I had a lonely childhood, growing up a single kid with a single mom that spend most of her time working and being a little freak that struggled to make friends made me wish I had a sibling I could relate somewhat to.
So I feel super lucky to have found that little sis in @candlekit.bsky.social 🩷🩷🩷
devastating: girl who wishes to be as little of a burden as possible wants your attention all the time really really really bad,,
"You think??"
I would 1000% buy the AR trap kitty humidifier
Diaper ads that specifically target regressees, not in that they talk about the undergarments "helping downsized adults get potty trained," but rather incorporating more mature or adult-oriented prints on them like mature IPs or games like RPGs and shows to convince their caretaker to buy them.
Yeah, probably what I just ought to do
Mean, out of touch boss demanding that all of their employees adopt AI in their workload, disgruntling everyone!
And so, by the end of the day and after a bit of worker mutinying, the boss is permanently regressed into an adorably baffled out of touch baby that staff are much more willing to adopt!
I need to play through those games one day, I think I got put off by the rhythm minigame early on in Seasons
Mama smiled at you, taking you away from your coworker, and then they exchanged some more words while you settled down into a comfortable spot in her arms, just an adorable and tiny little baby.
It would be a long time before you would ever be ready to be an adult...
Your coworker carried you off to reception, passing by more people you could no longer recognise and saying some more things you could no longer comprehend, and then you saw your Mama waiting for you!
"Muuuh-muuuuh!" you gurgled, reaching out for her!
"Good! Your Mama's here now to pick you up and give you some extra special Mama cuddles, since you've been such a big help today! And maybe when you're really ready to be an adult, you'll get a nice desk job here too!" your manager cooed, ruffling your head affectionately, and then you were off.
"Well, I've talked things over with your Mama, and she's said you can work for us as our premier diaper model! Doesn't that sound fun, baby?" your manager asked, your words fully winking out mid-sentence.
"Guuuaa!" you agreed, no longer understanding a word being said.
You gurgled and nodded, having some kind of unknown attachment to the word responsibility, even if all your words felt fuzzy in your mind, especially now your coworker was rocking you in her arms a little!
Responsibility sounded nice, whatever it was!
Until she took you into a single person's office, showing you off to someone else you vaguely recalled was going to be your manager until you pooped away all your age.
"Hey there, baby! I heard that you still want some grown-up responsibility, is that true?" she crooned, smiling down at you.
"There we go! A happy little baby again!" she cooed, taking you back into her arms and taking you throughout the office.
You gurgled, the office super exciting to your dwindling little mind, especially when she made woosh sounds and showed you off to all of the other grown-ups!
A part of you grumbled how it wasn't right, how you shouldn't be easily pacified by a simple tickle on your pudgy belly, but that part was easily smothered by your squeals and giggles as the nice lady tickled a dumb dopey smile onto your cherubic little face.
"Ssssh! It's okay, you're going to be so much happier now you don't have to worry about any of our silly grown-up stuff!" the nice lady crooned, tickling at your chubby little baby fat laden tummy.
"Bwweeee!" you squealed, your tears abating as you let out a little peal of innocent laughter.
Unable to do anything else, you bawled and kicked your little feet, tantruming over the fact that no-one ever truly thought of you as an adult and no-one ever expected you to take on any adult responsibilities! You could have done so well and made so much money, but now you had to poop your diapers!
NO-ONE? No-one expected you to last your first day without grunting away your age into your newfound diaper and needing to be sent back home? But... but that was so unfair! You could have been a GREAT adult, if they'd have let you...
"GUUH! NUUH BABWAUH!" you babbled, tears welling up in your eyes.
"Pffbbtt! Muuwaah!" you spat out, more of your drool running down your chubby cheeks, but you had to find out.
"Shshshsssssh! Don't get too fussy again, it's okay, you're just a baby, no-one here thinks you were ever supposed to be an adult..." she soothed, inadvertently answering your question.
"Guuuuhbaaah?" you gurgled out, flexing your pudgy fingers into the highest number you could think of - five - in the hopes that the nice lady would get your question of how many people thought you weren't ready to be an adult and were better off as a dopey baby.
"Hmm? Fingers?" she asked, puzzled.
"Mama? Oh, I'm not your Mama, sweetie! But don't worry, your Mama has been informed by HR, so she knows you weren't ready to be an adult either! No-one's mad at you!" she commented, moving onto powdering your little bottom.
Mama knew you weren't ready to be an adult too? And your company?
N-never mind! None of what she said was true! You DEFINITELY wanted to be an adult and do an important job and make lots of money and make Mama proud!
"Muuh-muuuh!" you squealed out, drool spilling from your mouth as you relinquished your hold on your thumb. That should explain things to her!
