Finished 5000 word comm for Anonymous! They wanted a sequel based off of a post done by  DuskShadowBrony which can be found here:
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CW: Usage of diapers and the like.
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“I have just the idea on what to do first, too…”

Cotton smiled as Rocky looked up at her and tilted his head. Her eyes looked down as she poked the used nighttime diaper, as it let out a small squish. The small Lycanroc smiled innocently.

Cotton got off her bed and Rocky leapt off, too. The regressed Pokemon was unknowingly feeling the effects by now; Cotton was sure of it. After nearly a full day together she thought she’d gotten the grasp on his behaviors. However, of course, she must put her spell through the most rigorous training and evaluation to ensure its success! For her, today was an important day.

She unrolled a changing mat and rummaged through a diaper bag to get the supplies to take care of her subject. She had everything necessary for today, spare diapers and Pull-Ups, powder, wipes, an extra mat and some other useful must-haves like water.

“Rocky, can you come over here? You need a change before you start the day.”

Rocky nodded and went over, allowing her to pick him up and place him down as she began the change. Cotton ripped the tapes and gingerly took the used diaper off before holding up Rocky’s back legs and cleaning him up, before standing Rocky up and instructing him to step into a pair of blue cartoony Pull-Ups for the day. Pulling them onto himself, Rocky smiled, his tail wagging.

“Now let’s get you dressed for today.” Cotton held out a paw for Rocky to grab, as the pair walked into Rocky’s room, where Rocky took it in for the first time. He saw his bed he slept in, a small toy chest, a table for changes, and his dresser. “Do you think you could be a big boy for me and help pick out your clothes?” Cotton asked.

“Yes! I big like you!” Excitedly, he rushed over to the dresser and picked out a few clothes for the day; a T-shirt and shorts with ankle socks, all blue. He rushed over to his caretaker and allowed her to dress him; sometimes he had trouble with his shirt.

“And now, you look very handsome, Rocky!” Cotton pinched his cheek and smiled. “Almost too adorable. Now, I’m hungry. Let’s get you some food in your tummy!”

The two walked over to the kitchen, Cotton carefully holding on to Rocky’s paw, the waistband of his Pull-Up being visible over his shorts. Rocky was carefully lifted into a baby chair as Cotton prepared and washed a small bowl of berries for the young pup and began to brew coffee for herself.

“I’ve got something great planned for today, Rocky.” said Cotton, walking over to the baby chair and depositing the bowl of berries, smiling as she watched the pup dig in with his paws making a bit of a mess. “You’re going to meet a new friend today!”

“Fwend? Awesome! Can I see them?” Rocky excitedly asked, his face covered in multiple colors.

Cotton chuckled. “Of course you can, we just need to go and pick her up first is all. Make sure to eat up, because we’re going to her after you finish eating.” She explained, sipping her black coffee.

Nodding his head, the small Rock-Type chowed down and finished rather quickly, not noticing the jotting of a few words into a familiar clipboard that Cotton was doing as she carefully watched over Rocky. Cotton stood up and took the empty bowl from Rocky and, along with her mug, set them in the sink to rinse later, as she did have some urgent business regarding her research.

“You’ve made a mess for sure, now. Sit still for me, won’t you?” Cotton’s soothing voice reached Rocky as he shifted in his restrainment, his Pull-Up crinkling a bit as he allowed Cotton’s wet wipes to take care of his mess he made while eating. Rocky whined a bit when she got to his face, though.

“And now you’re all cleaned up, we can go meet your new friend. Are you ready to go?” Cotton asked, picking up the small puppy and grabbing his diaper bag.

“Yes! I wanna meet my new fwend!” Rocky’s tail wagged fastly as Cotton smiled warmly back at him, setting him down for a moment as she walked over to grab her clipboard, ensuring the pen was safely tucked within the side of it as her paw plucked it from its spot and, with a click, she began her new notes.

‘Subject B shows excellent maintainment of his previous mental status since the day of regression. Since Subject A drank a potion of one days’ worth of regression, I conclude this extended, two to three day serum is of great success. According to evidence, Roc-er- Subject B should begin to age back up anytime from afternoon today to as late as tomorrow afternoon based upon their mental status. I believe he will begin re-aging sometime late at night. Subject C is a pending analysis.’

Satisfied, she tore off the page and stuffed it into a small compartment of the diaper bag, cycling a new page inside of the clipboard before storing it away as Rocky looked on in awe at the odd noises he heard. He wondered if one day he could make those sounds.

“Now, I know I could use magic and get us there quite fast…” Cotton explained, conjuring pink sparkles on her paw and showing it to Rocky as his eyes glowed with curiosity. “But once we get there I don’t think I have enough control to warp all three of us.” The sparkles disappeared and Rocky cocked his head in confusion. “So we’ll do it the traditional way.” Leading off into her garage with her supplies and volunteer, she opened the backdoor to strap Rocky into a secured baby car seat, pressing down on his Pull-Up as to not pinch it or his fur when clicking the lock.

“We’re going to meet a brand new friend for you, Rocky.” She explained. “And you two will get to play all day, isn’t that fun?” She sat her diaper bag on the front seat as she prepared to drive, buckling herself in while minding her fluffy spots.

Rocky nodded his head. “Mmhm! I wanna play all day!” He said enthusiastically. The rev of an engine was heard as the regressor and regressee pulled out of the driveway to meet a new friend.



“Hope this isn’t one of them scams. Been far too many nowaday.”

Lola was not a particularly happy Arcanine. Not that she was depressed, per se, but her life just lacked that one thing that made it special. She had a job, some friends and relatives, but no family or real hobby other than looking after some of her plants and practicing basic magics and moves. Not that she planned to do much with either of them, but basic ones like a Teleport magic and Agility were fairly convenient for daily life.

So she signed up for this odd program. A spell testing one. The advert was extremely vague, however, so the Arcanine had no idea what to expect other than a pioneering mage and their “medical spell”. She hoped it wouldn’t taste bad.


But it seemed legitimate. A verified spell-tester had apparently been confirmed by the website to have not only done it, but left a five-star review. So it couldn’t have been too horrible. She hoped. At least the pay was fairly good.


A knock on the door confirmed the curious yet anxious wait for the ‘doctor’. Signing, Lola walked up and looked through her peephole. A tall Lopunny was standing there dressed like she was teaching a little kids’ class. Holding her hand was a small little Pokémon… looking a bit odd. It looked like a Lycanroc but he didn’t look too old… typically they evolve much, much later in life. She wondered what that was up about.

“Well hey there! I’m Lola, welcome to my, uh, abode.” She awkwardly said, opening the door to the pup and bun. They walked in with the small Lycanroc sniffing her furniture and looking around, the Lopunny sitting down on one of the chairs that Lola had. “Please make yourself comfortable here…”

Shutting the door, she turned around to face the Lopunny.

“I’m Cotton, and I assume you’re the one who signed up for this, yes?” Her voice was so soothing and almost… soft.

“W-well yes, that would be me.”


“Are you ready to begin?” Lola noticed Cotton digging into her diaper bag for something. Maybe the little one needed a change.

“Ah, how long will this take? Maybe do it somewhere a bit more privatized…? I don’t want your little one here to, uh… be freaked out by magic so early.”


“Well, that’s a good idea. Let’s head somewhere outside of his view. He’s called Rocky, by the way. A pleasure to meet you, Lola.” Cotton extended hee paw and shook her hand. “Let’s go to your room, then.”

Turning to Rocky, Cotton squatted down to get to his level. “Now we’ll be right back, and when I’m back your new friend will be with me. So be a good boy and stay out of trouble, okay? Try to come get me upstairs if you need to potty, okay?” and the small pup gave a nod in response. Satisfied, the two true adults in the room left to upstairs to begin the work.





“So… let me get this straight… you’re going to make me a kid again?” Cotton couldn’t help but wonder if that was a twinge of excitement in the Arcanine’s voice.

“Well, yes. Rocky down there was an adult too; he’s also going through this treatment as a paid volunteer, much like I hope you will. I apologize for not making things too clear in my advertisement… Surprise is a great factor to success, and I assure you, you’ll love it.”

“How long is the… regression?”

“It really only lasts two to three days.”

“And… Will I still remember who I am? What if something goes wrong?”

“Lola, please,” Cotton placed a paw on the Arcanine’s shoulder. “,trust in me. I’ve managed this spell in my tome for almost a solid year. I’ve already done this before and regressed someone who’s returned to normal just fine. I promise you nothing bad will happen. When you’re regressed, you retain a bit of memories from your adult life, but you’re really taken into the mindset of whatever age the potion takes you to.”


“So you don’t know what age I’ll be?”

“I’ve simply narrowed it down to ages 1-5. I’m fairly certain it depends on a bunch of factors… it should be resisted if you can hold alcohol well, but if your mind is weak it may take you all the way back.” Cotton explained.

“So… can I get started?” Lola’s tail twitched in anticipation.

“Of course.” Cotton smiled warmly, melting the Arcanine’s heart. “We’ll just need to get you into this.” In her hand, a pink and white diaper was held. Shaking her other hand, sparkles appeared and enveloped the diaper, muddling it’s colors, but Lola noticed the sparkles occasionally came from the diaper, too.

“W-well. I’m sorry Cotton, but I think I don’t need those yet…” she meekly said, and Cotton giggled a bit.

“Oh not that. When you’re being regressed, sometimes you lose a hold and have a little accident, so it’s just a precaution for now. My first attempt I didn’t do this and it didn’t end too well, so it’s really just for right now. Besides, as soon as you’re regresssd you should have to go potty, so I’ll put you in some training panties once you’re more fun sized. Now could you please lay back for me?”

Blushing, the Arcanine obeyed her, covering her face with her large paws as her pants were removed, then her underwear, causing her blush to deepen. Smiling, Cotton slid the diaper underneath the Arcanine, threading her large, fluffy tail into the hole and applied powder before taping it up and sliding her pants back on. Lola sat up.

“Now, I put a spell on that diaper so it should shrink and grow as needed to fit your age, because it may fluctuate during the spell.” Holding a paw as if waiting for a drink to be served, instead a small white orb glowed inside of the Lopunny’s paw, and it then materialized a small, clear flask filled with potion.

“This is it. Please drink up. And don’t worry about only being in your diaper, your clothes should also shrink, too.” Cotton handed it to her, with Lola popping the cork off. Sniffing it tentatively, the diapered Arcanine shifted in her crinkly seat, before gulping it down and handing the empty vial back to her caretaker, licking her lips along the way.

“So, uh, Cotton. When’s it going to kick in?” Did her voice just get higher? Lola didn’t know.

“Maybe three minutes before it fully kicks in. It was very different between my first two patients. Rocky regressed very quickly, you see.” Cotton stood up from the carpeted floor in Lola’s room and lended a hand to the teenaged Arcanine. Accepting it, Lola stood herself up to realize she wasn’t taller than the bunny anymore, rather it seemed as though she was shrinking as the world around her was eclipsing in her scenario. It wasn’t fast, but it was most certainly noticeable, as was the pre-teen’s chosen undergarment. But it wasn’t really her fault, she just had a bit of trouble during nighttime. Nothing to be worried about.

Lola was hoisted upon Cotton’s arms, her diaper bag in her left as Cotton held the regressing canine with her right. The young child’s diaper crinkling obviously as she sat on her shoulder, as cotton was made aware she was a bit heavier than expected. But that weight just seems to drift away until it was much lighter.

Passing her hall mirror, the young child got a good look at herself. The regressed Arcanine’s markings and leg fur were quite muddled in the smaller form, and Lola was made aware of it. She could’ve sworn she shrunk in the few seconds staring, before the mirror passed view.

Rocky’s ear flicked as he looked up at the approaching duo. It was Cotton, and she brought the new friend she said she would!

“Cotton! Izzat my friend??” Rocky’s eyes glowed as his tail furiously wagged.

“Yes, it is, Rocky. The two of you will have a very fun day.” Cotton smiled warmly as she sat down her new charge and diaper bag, getting her clipboard out and clicking her pen to life.

“Hi! Yous a Growlithe, right?” Rocky eagerly asked.

The toddler in front of Rocky was almost two inches taller, but the blush was apparent nonetheless. “I’m Lola, and imma, a-an… Arcanine.” Lola pointed to the minuscule remnants of the fur spots.

“Silly! Yous a Growlithe for sure! Too widdle to be big!” He teased.

“Now now, Rocky, no teasing. It’s not nice.” Cotton scolded, before adding a few final words to the new entry.

‘Analysis Age Regression Subject C
Name: Lola

Age: 24

Age Post Regression: 3

Time to Regress: 2 minutes

Potty Training: Pending info. It is possible that they may not need protection depending on when they were trained previously. Kept in enchanted diaper until a few hours have passed, and is allowed to use the potty only with assistance as to monitor them. They will be encouraged and asked if they need to.

Social: Pending info

Psyche: It seems as though after regression she’s kept most of her mind intact. She speaks quite well for her age and does not seem to forget her original species. Likely due to a high intelligence and independent mind and/or resistance to the potion’s ingredients. Further research will show how long it’ll last. Keep a close eye on throughout the first day.


Analysis Age Regression Subject B, Day 2
Name: Rocky

Age: 21

Age Post Regression: 2-3

Time to Regress: <1 Minute

Potty Training: Nighttime accidents and occasionally in the daytime, however has not yet happened on the second day. Kept in training pants until is shown to not need them or until shown to need diapers. Allowed to use potty with minimal to no assistance and is urged to go and asked if needed.

Social: Pending info

Psyche: Completely regressed to age with nearly no memory of adult life other than shreds and habits. Dependent on caretaker and very loving whilst being a bit mischievous. Watch carefully.’


Shutting her pen with a click!, the caretaker returned her scientific tools to focus more on the two interacting children before her. The sounds perked both their pairs of ears, and Cotton soon found herself stared at by two cute pups cocking their heads. She could die right there.

“Do either of you need to go potty?” Cotton asked, and Rocky shook his head no, while Lola twiddled her fingers and blushed sheepishly. Lola walked forward and tugged on Cotton’s shorts, so Cotton squatted to get down to her new eye-level.

“Oh, do you need a change Lola?” Lola squealed a bit, embarrassed.

“N-no, Cotton, you said I don’t gotta wear diapers no more…” her voice trailing off. Cotton noted that the mental regression must’ve affected her memories by now.

“Of course, Lola, I know, but I don’t thinks it’s such a great idea to waste a clean diaper like that; what if you have an accident on the car ride there? It’s happened before.” She pet the young canine on the head, as Lola’s bushy tail began to wag slowly.

“O-okay, but I want my panties back after.”

“Now, you two ready? We’re going someplace fun for the day.” Cotton said, as the two canines nodded, one more excitedly than the other. Scooping up Rocky and the diaper bag, she held Lola’s hand as she walked out of the Arcanine’s house and to her car, shutting the door behind her. Placing Lola in a strap-in seat of her own, she didn’t protest as the Lopunny did the locks and restraints for her, thanking her for her help.

Cotton put the diaper bag in the front seat and wheeled around to the other back seat with Rocky’s awaiting throne. Instead, she stood him up on the car floor and pulled back his Pull-Up and shorts, leaving a confused Rocky and a giggly Lola. She then stuck her paw into a leg hole and checked there, too.

“All clean. Good boy, Rocky.” and the small Lycanroc beamed at the praise. Being buckled in, Cotton then started her car and began to drive to the new location that opened recently to the public.


Lola’s mind was jumbled a bit. She was small, and could only remember her childhood with her caretaker Cotton. She wondered where they were headed today.

Her new friend, Rocky, was younger than she was. Her diaper, though, crinkled in her seat, reminding her what she was wearing compared to her friend. He did good enough in potty training to get into Pull-Ups. But so did she… she was just wearing this because Cotton said she had to for just a bit… right? But it wasn’t going to last long. Just make it through this ride and then get her panties to be a big girl again.


Rocky was so excited! His new friend was so pretty and Cotton said they get to go somewhere fun? His tail was moving at light speeds. Fun is so fun! Rocky hoped he gets to run around at this new place, or maybe make more friends; that’d be great! Lola was older than him, but she was in diapers, so it wasn’t that bad. She just had potty problems too, but Rocky could make it if he wanted to, he thought.



As the car ride dragged along, the two backseat passengers were both made aware of their need to go potty. Lola squirmed in her seat, her crinkly ‘underwear’ apparent to her, and she blushed again, Cotton’s car showing no signs of stopping too soon. Rocky instead chose to relax, and with a faint noise that attracted Lola’s attention, began to wet his Pull-Up. The blue front became stained a light yellow with a pink stripe appearing on the front, showing his accident, all safely contained inside of bus Pull-Up, and hidden by his shorts, and with a hisss!, Rocky finished and lightly sighed, turning his attention to other things, like the cool cars and trees outside, was that a truck? Rocky loves trucks!

Lola bit her lip, she wasn’t aware if Cotton knew that Rocky had an accident, so maybe if she went, she wouldn’t know either. It didn’t look like she had that much of a choice, either way. She let out a bit of gas as her tail flagged, before trying to push away from her car seat as she pushed out what was an adult’s meal. It warmly filled the seat of her diaper and as her face grew hotter, she grunted and finished using her diaper, mushing the contents as she tried to sit back down. Lola was glad she didn’t take her diaper off, but she was worried she wouldn’t get her panties now that she used her diaper like that.


The bits of ice in the road wasn’t too bothersome for Cotton to navigate. She had a Magicar, so just spending a bit of her energy in heat magic could help with her tires’ traction. It wasn’t too costly either, just a bit taxing on her stamina.

She sighed and sniffed the air, being aware of a familiar scent.

Cotton adjusted her rear view mirror to gaze at the kids, noticing Lola’s uncomfortable stance.

“Kids, do either of you need to go potty?” Cotton asked, a bit of skepticism in her normally silky voice.

“No.” Rocky replied nonchalantly.
“N-no… not anymore…” Lola replied softly.

“Did either of you have an accident?”

Neither of them spoke, Rocky from likely not hearing or not being too occupied with himself, and Lola probably because Cotton was certain she had an accident; they usually all do right after regression. Pulling over on the side of a neighborhood road, she popped open her trunk and grabbed Rocky, setting him down in the back while she fetched the diaper bag, pulling out changing supplies, and set them next to Rocky.

Cotton undid the door and Lola looked up at the taller bunny. Her eyes darted away as Cotton confirmed what she expected. Unbuckling her, she hoisted her in her paws as it was painfully obvious that her backside was lumpy and expanded, even through her shorts, so a check wasn’t necessary.

Laying her down on the changing mat, she stood Rocky up to check his Pull-Up, too. He was clean, but a paw revealed to Cotton he had wet it. Grabbing another mat, the two were ready for a change, a clean pair of Pull-Ups at each’s side.

With a chuckle and clapping of her paws, two pink, spectral hands appeared and hovered next to Rocky, who tried his best to grab at them, while Cotton was ready to change a messy diaper.

The spectral hands made quick work of the wet diaper, and in no time Rocky was rebuckled into his seat with a fresh change and no shorts, Cotton noticed, as they were a bit too wet, meaning he must’ve leaked.

Wiping away the mess, Cotton wrinkled her nose a bit as she held the fluffy Arcanine’s legs up to clean her.

“Hey, I know it was an accident, Lola. There’s nothing to be so ashamed about. Rocky had an accident too.”

“B-but he’s younger than me…” she whined.

“It’s okay, really. I’ll put you in Pull-Ups, but next time try to tell me if you gotta go, so we can find you a bathroom, okay? I want to make sure you stay potty trained.” Cotton cooed.

“O-okay… I’ll try hard next time.” The canine replied.

With a rebuckling and a fresh purple Pull-Up on, Lola struck up a conversation about their destination with Cotton, as she didn’t reveal anything, until just as fast, they arrived.


The new community park built was grand; opening just a few days ago, the grassy fields dotted with trees was quiet the spectacle. Approaching a spot to park in, Rocky’s eyes glowed in excitement.

Lola looked out and spotted a play area, with a swing set with slides and structures along it. She also saw a few children her age there.

The two were then alerted to the halt of the vehicle and Cotton leaving her spot.

“We’re at the park, you two! Let’s enjoy our time here” Cotton stated, and with a wave of her paw, summoning the spectral hands again to take care of helping Lola out of the car, whilst Cotton got her paws dirty with Rocky.

Locking her car and stowing the keys away, she had her summoned hands set Lola beside her, before flicking them away as they disappeared without a trace. With her diaper bag slung on her shoulders and holding the paws of the two toddling puppies, they set out to have a fruitful afternoon.


“Here we are. There should be some nice children here you could make friends with. See those play sets! And swings, too. I should add those to my private play place… if research proves it useful!” Cotton stated, beckoning the two go play as she sat on a bench and fished out her clipboard and pen for notes. “This science is unorthodox, but it should prove useful.”

“Lola! Play wit me!” Rocky ran over to the swings and the small Arcanine trailed him. Lola was watching as Rocky swang up higher and higher as they seemed to be stuck in an endless loop of high-velocity fun. Rocky’s speed with the swings was attracting onlookers including Lola, all watching him go so high that, to them, it seemed that he would go right over the top bar and back again.

Although eventually stopping due to boredom, as he exited the swing, his small crowd of onlookers congratulating him on the newest playground record, a few older ones giggled at his displayed Pull-Up, but Rocky didn’t mind it. If anything, he wanted to be in diapers so he wouldn’t have to worry about losing precious playtime.

Not too interested in intensive workings, Lola stuck to the sidelines hiding behind one of the structures, afraid of all the people there. How could Rocky be so cool about not being trained? She would be embarrassed if they found out. Lola quickly made sure the outsides of her Pull-Up wasn’t sticking out of her shorts.

“Hi! What’s your name?”

Startled, Lola turned around to face a Vulpix about the height that she was wearing cute clothes.

“I’m Lola, what’s yours?”

“Ann! Wanna play something?”

“M-maybe Ann, what is it?” “Tag! Starting now!” With a tap on her being felt, the fox scampered away quite quickly, bounding fast as she climbed up a bar to reach a place with a slide.

“That’s it! I’m going to get you!”


“How did you do that?” A Totodile inquired to the swinging hero, Rocky, clearly enjoying the attention as he made no effort to employ his tail to stop moving.

“Easy! I’m da best!” He struck a pose, and everyone gazed at him.



“How interesting! Yes, great. Didn’t know that.”
Cotton muttered to herself as she furiously took notes. She’d already filled the missing sections from their dedicated pages in the Social category and was now taking the information about just why they were interacting this way.

Rocky seemed to be enjoying and actively asking for more attention, while Lola seemed comfortable in activities as a small group, as Cotton noticed and heard her invite Rocky and his new posse to play tag with them, so there were about eight young children all playing together, thanks to Rocky and Lola.

“Fascinating! Could adult social skills be translating over, making it easier to handle themselves around children? Ooh, so much to learn!”



“Rocky, you can’t do that, it’s cheating!”

“Nuh-uh!”

A Vulpix put up a fuss as Rocky was circling around a small slide area with them trapped on the top, with the only two way outs being the slide and stair, and which Rocky was quick enough to trap both sides.

“Help Lola! Distract!”

Lola crept in from behind, being careful on her paws as to not alert Rocky, and slowly, carefully…

Tapped him on his head.

“Huh! Who dat?”

Rocky looked all ways except behind him, allowing the Vulpix to escape as the two Fire-Types ran off and cheekily smiled.

“Dangit! Come back now!” Rocky was quick to race after them, hot on their trail.

Lola ducked behind cover, holding her tail before noticing a certain bunny approaching her.

“Lola, do you need to go potty?” asked Cotton, eliciting a blush from the pup.

“Yes, please.” Lola replied, taking Cotton’s paw and waving to her Vulpix friend, who waved back.

Cotton led Lola to her bench before asking “Lola, can you wait here so I can ask Rocky if he has to go too?” And with a nod, Cotton walked over to the devilishly quick demon who was in a chase, running away instead of towards this time.

“Rocky? Do you need to go to the potty?” They were running so fast and too caught up it didn’t seem that any of the children heard her.

Cotton decided it could wait, so she just took it in for a moment. Rocky was quite different from the modest guy she first met as a child. But she was sure he needed to go, and so she knew what would happen already, and walked back to Lola and took off for the nearby restrooms.


Rocky needed to escape and fast, but it seemed something was troubling him. Darting away from the tagger, he ran up and took refuge to a small tower. Grabbing the pole, the small puppy began to climb it to get to the top and be safe. Panting from exhaustion, his tail swayed in the wind as he worked at the climb, but he needed to go potty.

He’d thought of it before, but since it seemed they’d stay for a while, and he didn’t want any breaks to need to potty, he decided to get his diaper back, holding on to the pole tightly as he grunted and pushed out a mess into his exposed Pull-Up, it sagging heavily as it became apparent to him that he’d messed it, but he hoped nobody would notice during their fast game of tag, as he finished his climb on the tower and surveyed his area.


“Alright, now you may go back to play. Good girl!” With a pat on her bottom, Lola walked back in to play with Cotton scanning for Rocky. She saw him at the top of a tower keeping a sharp eye on the runners and who was being chased. Interesting, was the toddler really paying attention to all this, and did he plan something as a strategy? Maybe her potion affected something.

But her eyes drifted to the discolored rear of the regressed canine, as it clearly drooped and begged for a change, to which the caretaker sighed and shook her head.

“Never the type to take potty breaks if it stops having fun, right Rocky?” She said to herself, as she nimbly leaped onto the pole and deftly next to Rocky, scooping him up as Rocky yipped in surprise.

“I know my little pottypants made a surprise for me! I think it’s about time I put you back into some diapers during the daytime, mister, I don’t think potty training suits you quite yet.”

“I’m having fun!” Rocky laughed, as Cotton got down and walked over to her diaper bag and got out the necessary supplies. She laid down the mat on the grass like a blanket, depositing her charge upon it before ripping of the sides and cleaning him up.

She rummaged through her back and got out a plain, white diaper that was much thicker than the Pull-Ups Rocky was wearing previously. Taping it on and standing him up, Rocky took in his new diaper, wondering if it was better or worse than his previous padded pants.

“Now you don’t need to worry about using the potty anymore, Rocky.” Cotton smiled warmly. “Now go play more. We have plenty of time!”






Cotton was on the bench watching the diapered Rocky on the swings, the front of it slightly yellowed from its use, with Lola laying by the bunny asleep.

“Rocky?” Cotton called out. “We should get going now.”

“Kay Cottown!” Slowing his ride down, Rocky left the swings and walked over to his caretaker, who held out a paw to grab as the trio left for Cotton’s car.

With no paws available to summon her hands, Lola was sat down in her seat and clucked up after Cotton checked her Pull-Ups, revealing nothing but cleanliness, as she got Rocky situated she did the same, however showing that he did use it to pee.

She bestowed him a kiss on the forehead, eliciting a happy giggle from the toddler, before starting her car to head out.


“So Rocky? How was your time here?”

“Rocky?”

Cotton adjusted her mirror to reveal the pup with his eyes closed peacefully. His head was to the side of the car seat as both canines were sound asleep. Cotton smiled. Today had been a scientific success! She couldn’t wait to compile her research at home, as she was also sure the two couldn’t wait to spend another day together, tomorrow!