Finished Chiri FOY regression YCH for blughost! :3

Open for more spots on this one~!

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#ABDL #Babyfur #Diaper #Mommy #Mommydom #ForcedRegression #AgeRegression #Regression

Disclaimer: always practice kink with consent and agreement, never force anyone to things they don't like..
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1. This is dumb! I'm a big kid! I go to school! I don't need this!

2. H-Hey! W-What are you doing? DAD?!?!

3. Why is this even this thick?! I can't close my legs! 😫

4. THIS IS STILL DUMB AND YOU CANNOT CONVINC... Mmmph! 🔇😡

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Fussy kiddo gets really tired after school day and waking up early... 😌

#abdl #abdl_irl #clean #dubcon #ForcedRegression

Dungeon exploring, but with a twist. Easy dungeon, but...

You got cursed with an unremovable necklace. Each time you take damage, you gain more and more toddler traits.

The first hit was super silly, since you didn't expect a rogue bat so early in the dungeon hidden in the roof. And now your necklace is a pacifier firmly planted in your mouth, with a clip apparently fused with your gear. It just takes the needed amount of your focus to make you prone to more hits.

Going ahead, you tried to stubbornly remove the childish shooter, and missed the trap that took a sliver of your health points, and a great deal of your coordination with it, but hey, dungeon was easy, right? You would not want to exit with your pride shattered in front of your guild?

With your walking turned into toddling, you gripped your sword and went ahead, on the lookout for more booby traps. The assault came frontal and direct. A cerberus puppy engaged you in comb... playtime.

You readied your sword to deal a powerful blow and dispatch your anger against the monster pup, only to miss and get tackled by the puppy, getting a well deserved full face lick. When you got up, you realized your armor and shield were now cardboard colorblock, and your sword just a pool noddle.

Frustrated, you figured it would be better to take a rest, have a snack and drink some water. After the short rest, you discarded the cursed weapons and opted for your light leather set and daggers.

Further ahead laid a no return checkpoint, but for sure you could snag something with your rogue skills and flee, right? Crossing the threshold, a rumble came from the roof, a giant boulder coming at you!

Your experienced mind shouted you to run! Your impaired coordination shouted your legs to trip! Full faceplanting the floor and losing more hit points, the boulder ran over you, squishing you, and rolling away... Uh, kinda felt like a rubber toy for puppies...

Collecting yourself you whined inspecting what was your leather armor, now turned into childish shortalls, your daggers now with no edge, full plastic poor imitations of their former selves and... You crossed your legs, feeling a slight bulk and crinkle coming from under your clothes. Yeah, a pull up was not what you where wearing when you entered...

Groaning to yourself, you collected your things and upon getting up, a strong urge ran through your back, forcing your legs into a criss crossed potty dance. Cursing under your breath you realized that face planting the floor and the boulder must have counted as two hits and looked around until you found a retreated corner where you could avoid to endure one of the most childish acts that exist: wetting yourself.

And the recent snack and drink was not helping.

Half toddling half waddling, you reached the corner and got full puzzled, since, well you didn't come in with shortalls, so you spent precious extra time to remove them.

Finally, the relief run deeply through you, panting for the effort, but clutching with a smile the damned clothes. You felt strangely warm and prideful inside for not needing help removing your clothes and... And... The warmth was not only inside...

With a shaking hand, already divorced from your plastic daggers, you reached under the remaining cloth to verify with a warm squish what your current new low was. Your head dropped and your hair shadowed your sight when you headbanged the wall in front of you, basking in the warm squish that was resting on your waist between your legs, and giving your cheeks a defeated blush.

Fate was determined to give you a full overkill, though, because a lurking baby slime above you dropped and fell on your neck, not much bigger than your thumb, but enough to be noticed and send a chill through your spine and shoot your eyes open.

Slimes had caustic properties and could leave damage over time debuffs.

And you were armorless.

With panic, you threw away the little slime, only to feel a debuff tick and your last clothes thicken and fully wrap you, turning into comfy footie pajamas. Gulping, you rushed ahead and a teleport stone grabbed your attention, promising you an escape from this infernal place.

Extending out your arms to ensure maximum stability, you "run" towards the saviour magic stone only for the debuff hit the last tick and stop you dead on your tracks, mere inches away from freedom.

Your tummy felt heavy, and you clutched it with your hands in a futile attempt to contain what you felt was coming. Begging your feet to give two more steps towards the blue shining stone.

A hesitating step was enough to feel your childish underwear properly swell into the right, much more crinkly and padded underwear that you now were going to need, that forced your legs apart and pushed your body over the edge, making you involuntarily squat and grunt while you subconsciously sucked on the ever present pacifier on your mouth.

A soft warm mass erupted into the seat of your diaper, favoured by the childish curse, and taking what few potty training you had left with it. The back of your pajamas tented out making room for the new mass addition until it could not give away more, forcing the smelly disaster to spread a bit towards the back and front, while your bladder gave away and supplied the needed liquids to fully swell your new underwear and make your pajamas really work hard to keep everything in place.

Holding back emotional tears, you managed to collect yourself and give the last tentative step, feeling now the full weight of your body's childish actions squish with every movement.

Your shaking hand made contact with the escape stone.

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The guild entrance guards drank their beers, talking about their recent catches and laughing about the anecdotes of their day.

Suddenly, one nudged the other and pointed at the solitary figure waddling towards them, chuckling.

""AWW COMMON! ADVENTURERS REALLY ARE GREEDY, AREN'T THEY!? IT'S THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK THAT I LOOSE THE BET, AND I ONLY NEED FOR ONE SINGLE ADVENTURER TO COME BACK WITHOUT A FULL DIAPER!" The guard angrily said, paying his workmate 5 silver coins.

"You gotta pick better your fighters, buddy..." Said the other guard, smiling and pocketing away the money.

Blushing furiously, shooting them death glares, and in serious need of a bath, you threw your plastic dagger towards them and waddled into your guild, looking for the magician... Now you understood why there were rumours about the mage having trouble breaking certain layered curses recently and the creation of a special guild room dedicated to the affected adventurers...

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#ABDL #ABDLStory #HiroIsBackAtIt #ForcedRegression #wet #messy