Age Regression Shorts (SFW)

Hard day

Big topics, little wearing diapers, use of diapers.

I'm sitting up on stand and this woman comes up to me. She's wearing one of those swimsuits that has a tie around the back. 

"Excuse me miss?" 

"Yes?" I say, keeping an eye on the water, since I'm the only one in here.

She sighs, "Could you maybe look at me when I'm talking to you?"

Rude. This lady is such a karen and doesn't realize that my priority is the water, not whatever it is. If she's not hurt I don't need to look. 

"M'am, I don't mean to be rude. I just have to keep an eye on the water. I'm listening," I say.

"Yes, right, sorry. Have you seen a little boy around the age of 5? In a blue top and shark bottoms?" She asks.

I did. He left with- Oh god. This could be bad.

"Yes I did. I saw him leave with who I assume to be his father or older brother," I say.

the woman goes pale. 

"He doesn't have siblings, and my husband left 2 years ago...How could you just let that happen?" she says, angrily, and rightfully so, her son just left with some guy. 

"M'aam, I'm just a lifeguard, I don't monitor who comes in with who, I just watch the water. I promise we'll do everything we can to get your son back," I say. 

I activate the EAP, and get everyone out of the pool. My coworker comes in and is confused on whats going on because everything in the water is fine.

"Whats going on?" he asks.

"Missing kid. I saw him leave with someone, who I thought was his dad or brother, but turns out it wasnt, he was just here with his mom. Can you call the police? I'll let the front office know in case they havent left yet," i say.

I pull out the walkie talkie the front desk gave us. "If you see a boy around age five in a blue shirt  with shark bottoms, walking with an older man dressed in khakis and a white shirt with dark brown hair, please don't let them leave. That's not his son or brother. I have his mother here and my coworkers on the phone with the police," I say.

"oh my god..." the woman sasys.

"Listen, the police are on their way, the front desk knows, if they left, I can find him in the database and find out where he lives. We're going to find your son," I say.

The police get here and the front desk says that they have the man and the boy upstairs. 

"They have the man, and your son upstairs," I say.

We go upstairs and the man is already handcuffed.

The woman runs up to her son and apologizes for not watching well enough. "I thought you were just going to the bathroom, I'm so sorry." 

The end of my shift comes around and I go home. I slam the door shut. I need my boyfriend.

"b-babe?" I stutter, whimpering a bit, as  I struggle to stay upright.

"Baby? oh baby...what happened? Come here, talk to me honey," he says, walking into the room, noticing I'm about to cry.

"S-some kid nearly got kidnapped today. i..." I stutter as he helps me to the couch and sits me down. 

He takes my hand in his. "do you need to go into littlespace?"

I shake my head. "I dont wanna."

He gives me the look. He knows that when something like this happens, that I need to regress or I'll have a really hard time.

"Little one, come on out for dada. Come on princess. Dada wants his precious cute adorable little baby. yes he does. come on little oneeee, come to dada," he coos, bouncing me on his knee. "youre safe baby, its ok."

god damnit, he knows how to get me to regress easily. I immediately go little. He can tell by all my babbles and giggles. 

"Hi little one! I know today was hard for you. Dada's here baby. Dada's gonna make it all better," he says, gently rocking me, popping a paci into my mouth, knowing that calms me.

"D-dada....today wa scawy..." I whimper, looking up at him trying so hard not to cry.

"Dada knows baby. I'm right here baby. dada's here," he says, holding me closer.

"D-d....d-daddy.." I whimper, before starting to cry.

"oh no no no...little one...oh my princes... no, don't cry. It's ok baby, I'm here, I've got you. Daddys here baby i'm here. Youre safe," he says, wiping the tears off my face. 

Once I calm down enough, he takes me to my room. 

"You wanna get changed little one?" He asks.

"yesh pease dada!!"  

I watch as he picks out a onesie for me and gets a fresh diaper out. I have a hard time making it to the bathroom in little space so I wear diapers. It's easier and I don't make a mess everytime I don't make it to the bathroom. 

Dada helps me out of my work clothes and puts the diaper on me before helping me into the onesie. I make grabby hands, and dada picks me up and spins me arounf, before placing me on his hip and walking back out to the living room. 

"what do you wanna watch princess?" he asks turning on the tv.

"Gweys anatomy!!" 

"No no little one. That's too big for you. How about Lilo and Stitch instead?"

I pout, agreeing. i really wanted to watch Greys anatomy. 

Daddy goes to the kitchen and fills my bottle with milk, and warms it in the microwave before coming back. 

"Come sit on daddys lap little one," he says.

OOHHH I GET A BOTTLE?! He doesn't feed me bottles very often, he usually lets me do it myself. hes making me so little aaahhhhh.

I go sit on his lap, and he gently cradles me, making sure I can still see the movie while he feeds me a bottle. I babble and coo while he feeds me. I don't really know what age I'm at right now but i'm feeling super tiny. 

All of a sudden, I realize I've really gotta go potty.

"uhm dada?"

"yes little one?"

"'m gotta pee pee," i say, trying my best to hold it.

"Do you think you can make it to the potty?"

I shake my head. "'m nuh gon makes it dada."

He rubs my belly.

"Its ok little one. Thats why you have a diapee. You can go," he says, applying a littttle bit of pressure to ease me into going. 

"iss coming dada" I say as I release it.

"looks like someone needs a change!"

"yeah- ohhhhhh nu" i groan.

Something I ate today isn't agreeing with me. I look up at dada, uncomfortable. I've never messed a diaper. and it looks like todays going to be the day.

"What is it princess?" 

" 'm g-gon mess.." I groan.

"aww princess, thats ok. You have a diaper on. Its alright," he says, bouncing me on his knee.

H-he's ok with that? huh. 

"ngghh" 

dada carries me to my room as I mess in the diaper. 

I'm sorry if the diaper stuff got uncomfy. This is not meant to be nsfw. just in this storyline, the little doesnt have enough control to make it to the bathroom