Procedure Complete Parts 1, 2, & 3 (Patreon)

(First photo edited to be more wet by me, check out the gif! =)

“Wait.” Reagan said urgently, throwing up her hands. She closed her eyes to stop looking at the screen.

“Oh, what’s wrong, Reagan?” Whitney, the system’s voice said through Reagan’s headphones. Nervously, Reagan expressed the sudden and overwhelming feeling that this was a mistake.

“I don’t… know. I thought this wasn’t going to feel as scary. I love being an AB/DL but… This is my potty training. Am I really never going to remember it again? Do I want this?” Reagan said, she ran her hand anxiously through her long dark brown hair. She opened her eyes again to see the screen. It was a neutral peach background with a voice animation that shimmered everytime Whitney spoke.

“Hey who said this had to be forever? I can put your memories right back where I found them. If you don’t like the way it feels, we can always reverse it.” Whitney spoke truthfully. The earnest in her voice helped ease Reagan’s tensions.

“Really? You can re-potty train me?” She spoke. Suddenly, she felt a piercing pressure poke the top right of her skull. The screen flashed images of full diapers. Her thoughts overwhelmed in fuzzy stimulation. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated. Her mouth fell open from the sheer mental force.

“Here we are, mentally you’ve never been potty trained before. How does it feel?” Whitney spoke. Reagan felt guilty excitement rush her bloodstream. She knew it’d worked instantly. She traced the mental thought process of releasing her bodily functions. She could only surface memories of using her diaper. She thought back to studying for her final last week. When she mentally looked down at herself, she was wearing a soaked diaper. It felt normal. It was impossible to think of doing it anyother way. She could see images of a toilet in her mind, but she didn’t know how to use it. It was like trying to figure out how the international space station worked.

“It worked! I don’t know how to use the potty!” She exclaimed happily. Her head felt lighter. It was easy to see the humor in the situation. Giggles escaped her lungs.

Her diaper bloomed warm and wet. She could feel it suddenly from the sensation of warm pee spilling into her diaper. She giggled again. It was fun to pee herself. She buckled down onto her waist. The push rewarded her with a mushy warmth filling her diaper. Like squeezing toothpaste out of a tube. She quickly released everything in her body. The stench that wafted into her face registered as familiar.

“Now this is what you felt like before!” Whitney said, the screen blurred again. This time pictures of toilets, and a couple other stray images Reagen couldn’t quite register. She felt a similar sharpness prick her skull.

“Woah…” Reagen exclaimed, looking down at her diaper. She didn’t recall using it at all.

“What do you think? You said you still wanted to have some potty training right?” Whitney said Reagan focused back at the reality of her situation. She had to make a massive decision in a split second. She searched her memory banks to take stock of what she already knew, and was willing to give up.

“Well my Mommy just said I can be in pull-ups all the time now!” Reagan recalled excitedly, she felt proud of that.

“Wow, great job, Sweetie! How about we go a little less than that?” Whitney offered happily.

“Okay tha-” Reagan said, but stopped as the images of diapers started flashing again. Her face drooped, her mind melted. Whitney factory reset Reagan’s mind.

“Procedure Complete.” Whitney said, then dumped Reagan out of the chair and onto the playroom floor

***

“You know why you’re here? Please state it for the record” Whitney spoke into Lydia’s headphones. She stared deadpan at the screen.

“Yes.” She said through gritted teeth. Whitney thought for a moment.

“It’s part of your plea deal to explain why you’re here. I’m not going to ask again, young lady.” Whitney said, unphased by Lydia’s standoffish demeanor.

“Listen bitch, I don’t give a fuck wh-” Lydia started, but stopped as the machine clamped down. She felt painful hooks dig into her cranium. It felt like goo injected into her brain. It seeped deep into her brain. Her thoughts floated then evaporated anytime they entered the goo.

“Are you going to behave?” Whitney asked sternly. Lydia suddenly felt one foot tall compared to the towering voice. She meekly nodded. “Good, why are you here?” She asked. Lydia looked down at her crotch. She had pissed herself. She was still peeing herself, the puddle pooled and soaked into the back of her jeans. She grimaced then looked back up into the screen.

“I-I I’ve been having um… um… a lot of accidents…” She said disparagingly. Her eyes looked away, too shy to look at the shimmering animation of Whitney’s voice.

“How many accidents? Hm? Have you only been going in your pants on-purpose instead of the potty?” She asked. That triggered Lydia to think back to last night.

She was getting ready to meet some friends. She couldn’t recall exactly where, but she reasoned it must have been a playdate. It wasn’t her fault. The urge to go just happened so quickly. She tried stopping it, but her body worked independently of her wants. She collapsed onto the ground. Her full bladder spewed unrestricted into her pull-up. She bit her lip, then tried to clamp down. She couldn’t, her sphincter muscles felt too weak. With zero control her body pushed a waiting mess into the back. She couldn’t hold back the tears as she completely filled her pull-up.

“Is this what big kids do? Go poopy in their pull-ups? Hm? Is this what someone who’s potty trained does?” Whitney said, Lydia gasped then looked up. It was her mother, with Whitney’s voice. She slowly shook her head ‘no’ as hot blubbery tears started flowing down her blushy cheeks.

“N-no Momma..” She said, feeling her body push out a final wave. The garment wasn’t meant to hold this much. It started to overflow. Her warm piss streamed down her legs and into the floor. Whitney shook her head, pointing directly at it. Lydia felt herself lose control of her emotions. Sharp embarrassment overwhelmed her feeble decision making. She broke down into an outburst of snot and tears.

“I-I I sorry Momma! I-I Ahhwwwwaaa… I- I big giwrl! I’M A BIG GIRL!!” She squealed, Whitney dumped her out of the chair then onto the playmat floor. She continued whaling, still filling her pants.

“Procedure Complete” Whitney said

***

“Welcome back, Quinn! Oh it’s so good to see you again. An artificial intelligence never forgets their first. Did you end up getting that job?” Whitney joked. Quinn giggled and blushed.

“Awww! I missed you Whitney. It’s been way too long. Yes I did! I’m a manager now actually. It’s stressful sometimes. That’s why when I heard you offered manual triggers to forget potty training, I had to get it! It’d be perfect for when I regress into little space. Certainly nothing permanent!” She said, feeling a prick enter the back of her brain.

“Don’t worry, Baby. You know Mommy is only here to help. You just want to take away a little more potty training?” She said, but Quinn shook her head.

“No, Mommy! I wanna wear diapers when I want to, not allll the time!” She corrected her.

“Ooohh, but sweetie, if you’re wearing diapers, then doesn’t that mean you’re not potty trained?” Whitney asked, which struck Quinn as odd. She certainly felt potty trained. She only needed protection sometimes. But sitting there in the chair as her diaper started filling up. That didn’t feel right. She pressed a finger to her lips.

“Momma wait, I thought I potty trained.” Quinn asked, Whitney was quick to help her.

“Well think back, little one. How did you wake up this morning?” She asked. Quinn thought back to walking into her bathroom. With a giddy smile she pulled her sesame street PJ pants down, then lifted up her shirt. She beamed in the warm delight of her diaper.

“Did you wet the bed again, Quinn?” Whitney asked in the doorway. Quinn turned then nodded up and down profusely.

“Mhm Momma!! I go pee pee lots!!” She said, pride bursting out of her chest.

“That’s very good, Quinn. Do you think we can finally stop talking about all that potty training talk? You’re clearly not ready.” Whintey said. Quinn looked around for the toilet in the room. She couldn’t find it. It made her defense die in her throat.

“Mmm.. I guess Momma…” She said, something didn’t feel right, but it was hard to counter that logic. Her diaper felt suddenly warmer too. She blushed realizing in the moment it was an accident, right in front of her Mommy, just as she said she wasn’t potty trained. She was completely right.

“Come on, Baby. Enough silliness.” She said, pressing her finger into the front of Quinn’s diaper while she walked by. “That can take a little more before I change you. Go play while I get breakfast ready!” Whitney said, pointing toward her playroom.

“Okay Momma!” Quinn squealed in delight, her knees suddenly hit the padded playroom floor.

“Procedure Complete”