Age regression short stories

Accidents with mama

I sit on the soft carpet, my legs criss-cross like Mama taught me. My blocks and stuffed animals are all around me. I hold a wooden block in my hand, a red one with the letter "A" on it. I make a tower—*one block, two blocks, three blocks!* I giggle when the tower wobbles but doesn't fall.

I pick up another block. It's blue with a "B" on it. I want to put it on top, but my hand shakes, and—*oh no!* The tower tumbles down!

"Boom!" I shout, clapping my hands. "Fall down!"

My tummy feels funny, like there's a tickle inside. I wiggle a little, bouncing on my bottom. The game is too fun, and I don't want to stop playing. Mama says I'm a big girl, and I wear pull-ups now. Big girls take potty breaks, but the tower needs to be built again *right now*.

I grab a yellow block and stack it with a green one. I giggle when the colors look so pretty together. I feel my pull-up get warm, and I stop for a second. The warm feeling spreads. My cheeks get hot, but I don't say anything.

I squirm. My pull-up is soggy now. It feels squishy when I move, but I keep playing. I try not to think about it. I grab a soft bear and bounce it up and down like it's hopping.

"Hop, hop, hop!" I say, making the bear jump.

The wetness makes me feel little, really little, like littleee little. I suck on my fingers without thinking, like I used to do with my paci. My head feels fuzzy, and the words in my brain feel smaller.

I hear footsteps. Mama is coming! I look up at her with wide eyes.

She crouches down, her eyes soft and gentle. "Hi, sweetheart. Are you having fun with your blocks?"

I nod and hold up my bear. "Hop!" I giggle again, but I wiggle my legs because my pull-up feels cold now.

Mama watches me closely. Her eyes are like sunshine, always warm and bright. She reaches out and touches my cheek, then her hand goes to my tummy. "You're squirmy, baby girl," she says softly. "Do you need Mama to check something?"

I feel my face get warm again. I look down at my blocks and mumble, "Uh-huh."

Mama lifts me under my arms, and I squeal as she pulls me into her lap. Her hand pats my bottom gently, and I feel her pause.

"Oh, honey," she says with a smile in her voice. "Your pull-up is very wet, isn't it?"

I nod, pressing my face into her chest. My words come out all small and mushy. "I made wet, Mama. Soggy. 'Ccident..."

Her arms wrap around me, and I feel safe, even though I had an oopsie. "It's okay, little one," she whispers. "Accidents happen. You were having too much fun, huh?"

"Too much fun," I repeat, my voice sleepy and small.

Mama lifts me up and carries me to the changing mat in the other room. I feel tiny in her arms, my body snuggled close. She lays me down and takes off my soggy pull-up. The cool air tickles, and I wiggle.

"Hold still, baby," she coos. "Mama's got you."

I feel her wipe me clean, her hands gentle and careful. The fresh, soft wipe makes me giggle and squirm. "Tickle!" I say, kicking my legs a little.

She chuckles. "Does it tickle? Silly girl."

She slips a fresh diaper under me, the kind with little bears on it. It's soft and crinkly, and I sigh when she fastens it snug around my tummy.

"There," she says, patting the front gently. "All clean and cozy."

I yawn, my body feeling warm and safe. My thoughts are small, and I don't have to be big right now. I just snuggle into Mama's arms as she lifts me again.

"Nap now, Mama?" I ask softly.

"Yes, baby," she says, kissing my forehead. "Time for a nap. You did so much playing today."

I smile and close my eyes as she rocks me. Slowly drifting off to sleep..