Once she turned eighteen and got into the bad crowd at school, Emma stopped obeying her parents. She constantly bad-mouthed them behind their backs, and she never listened to them anymore. Her parents wanted the sweet little girl that they loved back, so they decided that it was time to have her join the many other girls going through regression training.
They started putting the tasteless drugs in the water bottle that she always brought with her wherever she went, and after a week, she had her first accident at night. She had tried to hide her wet bed sheets from her parents, but they had been waiting for her.
After a few back to back nights of wetting her bed, Emma’s parents bought her some cute pull-ups for her to wear at night. Her bed was really expensive, and they couldn’t afford to buy her a new one. They upped the dosage, spiking her dinner with the drugs. Emma stopped going out at night, for now, she was dashing to the bathroom every thirty minutes or so. She dribbled into her panties without knowing it, only feeling her legs grow warm and damp, so she had to start wearing her pull-ups during the day.
After a few weeks, she started soaking her pull ups at night so much that they leaked, destroying her mattress and making it unusable. She had no idea how she’d become a bedwetter again, and even though she hated being stuck at home, she was grateful that her parents were at least being nice about her new condition.
After a month had passed, she couldn’t feel if she had just wet or not, so her parents had started performing diaper checks each hour to see if she needed a change. Since she wasn’t responsible enough anymore to change herself on time before she leaked, she let her parents do it for her.
She’d been acting more and more like the little girl that her parents wanted her to be, going to bed when they told her to, brushing her teeth before bed, and making sure to wear two pull-ups at night instead of one. With her old bed ruined, her parents insisted on her sleeping in a crib with a waterproof mattress, so Emma only agreed if they bought her cute girly sheets to go with it. She still leaked at night, so her parents made an appointment with a special doctor.
“There, there, it’s okay, little one,” the nurse said as she rubbed Emma’s shoulder. “It’s perfectly natural for someone of your age to be wearing pull-ups, but your Mommy told me that you’ve been having some issues at night. You haven’t been leaking