Story post; force-fem, force-regression, incest
Sneaking into your big sib’s bed in the middle of the night for cuddles. You know you’ll have to do whatever they tell you to do in the morning as payback for ‘ruining their sleep,’ but cuddles are always worth it.Usually they just make you deal with the needs between their legs, but occasionally they make you have an ‘accident’ instead.
The embarrassment of pushing into your nighttime pull-ups doubled by them telling on you, making you lose your big kid undies for the day as well.
Although you don’t mind the rustly undies, you don’t like that you’re not allowed to hide them nor use the potty on your own, having to wait patiently for the bi-hourly bathroom breaks.
One too many close calls later and even those are taken away by your siblings, being told to just use your pants.
Of course an embellished rundown once the parents get home takes away your pull-ups privileges as well, led by the paw right to the changing table to get put in something a bit more appropriate for your supposed backslide.
Once again at the whims of your big sibs for changes.
Their terms for interrupting them to deal with your diapers are as you expect at first, using your mouth or paws on them, but quickly devolve into more embarrassing acts; lunch in your old high-chair, wearing big sis’s hand-me-down dresses, snack time drink in a baby bottle.
It’s not long before the parents find out about the regressive acts, enforcing them all the time.
As for the dresses, it’s originally written off as just ‘playing house’ but eventually they give in and start to treat you like a little girl.
And thus your life as a bedwetting big kid is over, now just a diapered baby girl, and all because you wanted cuddles while you slept.
You guess it was worth it, even if every day is an embarrassing one. You still get to use your maw and paws on your sibs at least, the only remnant of your old life.