(Had to rewrite and repost this)
Amanda decided that if she was going to lose her potty training she was going to do it right way. That being said there was a better alternative to accident protection than pull-ups that was just around the corner, or rather just one sentence change away. However, before she did such a thing she had an important question she needed answered first.
Pushing the intercom button on the desk she called up the receptionist.
"I need you to call up my mommy and ask her if I was still in diapers when I was 3"
Amanda was surprised that she instinctively referred to her 'mom' as 'mommy' until she remembered her mindset was a tad regressed.
"Right away Ms. Klien, I'll get right on that and get back to you shortly" the other replied before hanging up.
Two minutes later the woman called back with the answer, "She says you were though she wonders why you needed to ask since she switched you to pull-ups only recently, almost three months before you turned 4."
"Uh no reason. Gotta go, bye" she said quickly hanging up.
Amanda actually did remember her mom telling her that at some point. But she needed to sure as she didn't want to regress back any further than absolutely necessary to get the absorbent underwear she wanted. Especially now that she knew her level of intelligence would suffer with each year she went back. Not wasting any more time, she pulled up the sentence on her phone and made the change to her age so it now read back.
"The 3 year old CEO sits at her desk."
She grinned at the words just as she blacked out. When she came back in the next second, she noticed that the change to her body wasn't all that noticeable...maybe she was a little shorter in height now as opposed to before. Regardless what did feel different was that the padding between her legs, it was slightly thicker than what a pull-up should feel like. Lifting her dress Amanda’s grin widened as she saw she was now wearing a diaper underneath.
Happy to be diapered she looked around her office for any more changes. Right away she saw that her juice box had been replaced with a sippy cup and there was a box of crayons and a couple of coloring books on top of her desk. Despite finding them way more interesting than the reports and the numbers on her computer Amanda made sure she reviewed the day's figures before grabbing the crayons and delving into the books. As she colored, she grabbed and drank from her sippy cup constantly until it was empty. Then some fifteen minutes later she felt herself empty her bladder into her already damp garment for the second time, soaking it even more.