Roots of the Revolution - Part 3

Motoko refused her mother's offer to help her clean up after humiliatingly wetting her pull-ups in front of her. "Can you unlock the bathroom so I may use the sink?" Motoko asked her Mother who shook her head stalwartly. "No Motoko. I have some wipes for you to use here." She gestured to a brightly coloured hold-all style bag on the sofa. Motoko recognised it as her baby cousin's diaper bag, she supposed her cousin had now outgrown diapers and so her auntie was happy to gift the bag to Motoko's mother. Motoko walked over to the sofa, irked by the squishy sensation of her saturated pull-up. She unzipped the bag and was alarmed to see there was more in there can just wipes. She could see baby power, a changing mat, a sipped cup, flannel bibs, pacifiers, a change of clothes and of course a dozen more adult sized pull-up diapers. "Are you sure you don't want help sweetie?" "NO!" Motoko yelled, crimson with embarrassment. She hoisted the bag onto her shoulder and retreated to her bedroom. Upon closing the door behind her she was shocked to see her mother had unscrewed her privacy bolt from the door. Motoko wondered if it was worth buying a new one but guessed it would likely disappear like the original. Focusing on getting out her wet pull-up Motoko slid it down her legs and kicked the soggy garment off her ankles. She wiped herself clean with perfumed wet wipes, feeling a little cleaner and then went to her panty drawing to look for new underwear. Motoko groaned heavily at her discovery. She had made the assumption that she only had to wear pull-ups to her class. However it appeared her mother was in some sort of strange collusion with the school as she found all her panties were missing. Instead her draw had rows and rows of pull-ups waiting for her instead. Motoko sat down heavily on her bed. She felt like crying. After a long while of just sitting and worrying about her situation she decided she needed to see it through, she didn't believe her loving mother would do anything to her which was harmful and there was always the promise of a job after graduation the regression course. Unwilling to tug a fresh pull-up over her hips Motoko opted to undress and put her pajamas on instead before leaving her room to help her mother prepare the evening meal. "Did you get cleaned up okay?" Her mother asked from where she was standing behind a pot of steaming rice. "Yeah, thanks." Replied Motoko cautiously. "...but i'm pissed off that swapped my under wear for pull-ups." "I'm just trying to help Motoko. Your school says your supposed to be wearing pull-ups from now on." It was evident that would be the final word on the matter. As the weeks went on Motoko found her lessons consisted seemingly of childish games and activities but the effects of subliminal hypnosis were working on here and she started to have genuine accidents in her pull-ups. At home as well her mother was making more and more changes. She had bought new outfits for Motoko to wear, keen to see her daughter in cute Motoko refused her mother's offer to help her clean up after humiliatingly wetting her pull-ups in front of her. "Can you unlock the bathroom so I may use the sink?" Motoko asked her Mother who shook her head stalwartly. "No Motoko. I have some wipes for you to use here." She gestured to a brightly coloured hold-all style bag on the sofa. Motoko recognised it as her baby cousin's diaper bag, she supposed her cousin had now outgrown diapers and so her auntie was happy to gift the bag to Motoko's mother. Motoko walked over to the sofa, irked by the squishy sensation of her saturated pull-up. She unzipped the bag and was alarmed to see there was more in there can just wipes. She could see baby power, a changing mat, a sipped cup, flannel bibs, pacifiers, a change of clothes and of course a dozen more adult sized pull-up diapers. "Are you sure you don't want help sweetie?" "NO!" Motoko yelled, crimson with embarrassment. She hoisted the bag onto her shoulder and retreated to her bedroom. Upon closing the door behind her she was shocked to see her mother had unscrewed her privacy bolt from the door. Motoko wondered if it was worth buying a new one but guessed it would likely disappear like the original. Focusing on getting out her wet pull-up Motoko slid it down her legs and kicked the soggy garment off her ankles. She wiped herself clean with perfumed wet wipes, feeling a little cleaner and then went to her panty drawing to look for new underwear. Motoko groaned heavily at her discovery. She had made the assumption that she only had to wear pull-ups to her class. However it appeared her mother was in some sort of strange collusion with the school as she found all her panties were missing. Instead her draw had rows and rows of pull-ups waiting for her instead. Motoko sat down heavily on her bed. She felt like crying. After a long while of just sitting and worrying about her situation she decided she needed to see it through, she didn't believe her loving mother would do anything to her which was harmful and there was always the promise of a job after graduation the regression course. Unwilling to tug a fresh pull-up over her hips Motoko opted to undress and put her pajamas on instead before leaving her room to help her mother prepare the evening meal. Over the coming weeks Motoko found her situation at school and at home became worse and worse. Within a month the school had partially succeeded in un-potty-training the young adult. She was now having the occasional day time accident and wetting the bed at night. At home her mother had bought her new outfits to wear. She was keen to see her daughter in cute juvenile clothes suited to little girls.