"Hey, hold on there cowgirl!" Daniel says with a laugh.
"Danny! What's going on???" You say as you look up at him with a tear in your eye.
"Awww, don't cry little Emily, I just thought I'd have some fuuuun with my girlfriend." Daniel says with a huge, devious smile on his face.
"What? You're doing this? But you... umm..." You pause as you suddenly forget what you are talking about, and you also forget everything about your two-year relationship with Daniel.
"Wh-who are you?" You ask with a scared tone.
"Heheh, I'm Danny. Come on!" He says excitedly as he actually manages to pick you up when he puts a lot of effort into it.
"Aren't you so lucky to have a bodybuilder as a boyfriend?" He says nuzzling your nose. Which makes you giggle, you barely even noticed it when he said "boyfriend." You're now forgetting your memories of when you were taking pre-algebra and going through puberty.
Danny then grunts and sits you down on the rug in the floor in the living room. Your huge, diapered butt making the floor squeak and squeal as it hits the ground.
"Thanks for carrying me even though I don't have all my clothes on right now!" You say cheerfully.
"Don't worry, it's fine. Let me test something..." Danny says, grabbing one of your giant breasts and squeezing it a little. "Tell me, are they sensitive? If they are, I'll try to be more gentle next time I carry you."
"Ooh! Yes! P-please stop!" You cry. Then you're relieved when Danny stops as soon as you ask.
"Ok, sorry."
"Don' worry, I forgive ya'!" You said with a grin, now forgetting the years of your first sleepover, your gymnastic classes, and learning multiplication.
"Now just tell me whenever you need a change, okay Emily?"
"What?! I don't need a change!" You look down and finally realize why your underwear feels so comfy. "Hey! Why am I wearing a diaper?!"
"Hey, hey, don't worry." Danny says reassuringly. "I'm here to take care of you, and you can just leave everything to me. Even something silly like where you potty." Danny says with a laugh. Your bad behavior had sped up the mental regression, you are now forgetting kindergarden, half your vocabulary is wiped out. You've lost a lot of your maturity, and are now back into having poor social skills and attention span.
"W-w-wait, who are you?" You ask again.
"Heheh, I'm Danny."
"Oh yeah!" You exclaim. "Danny" and everything Danny has done with you are the only memories that don't get removed.
You are now loosing all your memories of when you were four. You forget your ABC's, how to comb your hair, and every last memory of your baby brother. You're now back to when you were in training pants, and you have an urgent need to go.
"H-hey Danny! I need to go pee pee!" You try to sit back up, but only fall on your back in the process. You are too heavy. to lift your own weight under such a rush. You start to cry. "Pwease hewp me!!!"
"Nope sorry, you're toooooo big for me to carry right now." Daniel chuckles, the real reason he won't take you to a toilet was because he knows it will be pointless soon.
"Danny you thtupid head! Hewp me up!!!" You scream. That last stroke of bad behavior sped up the regression further. Walking, talking, reading, eating, burping... it is all washed away. Every muscle in your body loosens--including your bladder--and a stream of urine starts to fill into your diaper and cause it to expand and sag. Your regression is complete: you now have a mind of a one-year-old baby.
Daniel giggled.
"Great to see you've finished!" He bends down in front of you and slips his hand in the front of your diaper. "Ooh, looks like you've finished that too." He pulls his hand out. "Heheh, alright, I'll getcha all cleaned up!"
Daniel leaves and comes back with another huge diaper, two rags and a big container of baby powder. He flips over your ducky-skirt and untapes your diaper. You don't seem to protest against this, so Danny continues. He unfolds your diaper to see the damage you've done. He gets the first rag that is soaking wet and cleans you off with it, and then he gets the other rag which is dry and dries you off with it. With a butt as big as yours, it might take dozens of wipes if he had used regular baby wipes. He replaces the diaper with the clean one. He sprinkles a good amount of powder on the diaper and your bottom.
"Mnmnrmnhhmnr!" You moan as the powder is a little itchy at first.
He knows it's a little unpleasant for you, but he also knows it's best for your skin. So without further interruption, Daniel quickly fastens your diaper closed.
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