Sylvie squirmed on the couch, her little legs swinging back and forth as she clutched her favorite stuffed unicorn to her chest. She was in her little space today, regressed to about three years old, and Loki, who was firmly in his adult headspace, had taken on the role of caregiver while Mobius was at work. He had already fed her breakfast—a bowl of oatmeal with a drizzle of honey—and they’d spent the morning coloring in her favorite princess coloring book. But now, something was off.“Sylvie,” Loki said gently, crouching down in front of her, his voice soft but firm. “I think you need to go potty.”She shook her head vigorously, her curls bouncing. “No! I’m a big girl! Big girls don’t go potty in their pull-ups!”Loki raised an eyebrow. He’d seen this before—Sylvie’s stubbornness when it came to admitting she needed help, even when she was little. And he knew all too well about her struggles with constipation, even when she was in her adult headspace. “Let me check, okay?” he said, his tone calm but insistent. “If you don’t need to go, then that’s fine. But I just want to make sure.”She hesitated, her little face scrunching up in thought. Finally, she gave a small nod. “Okay. But just a little check.”Loki smiled reassuringly and slid a hand under her, lifting her gently off the couch. He laid her down on the soft blanket they’d been sitting on and carefully pulled up the hem of her dress. Her pull-up peeked out, soft and crinkly, and he gave her a comforting pat on the leg before gently tugging it down.Sylvie squirmed again, her face flushing. “Loki, this is embarrassing,” she mumbled, covering her face with her unicorn.“I know, sweetheart,” he said soothingly. “But it’s just me. I’m here to take care of you.”He pressed a finger lightly against her, feeling the warmth and dampness of her pull-up. It was wet, but there was no sign of anything else. He frowned slightly, knowing how much trouble she’d been having lately.“Can you relax for me, Sylvie?” he asked softly, his voice steady. “I just need to check a little more. It’ll only take a second.”She nodded, her face still hidden behind the unicorn, and Loki carefully inserted his finger, feeling the tightness of her muscles. She tensed immediately, her little body stiffening.“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, moving his finger gently, trying to coax her to relax. “You’re doing so well, Sylvie. Just take a deep breath for me.”She did as he asked, her chest rising and falling shakily. Loki twisted his finger slightly, feeling the resistance as he tried to help her. It was slow going—she was so tight—but he kept at it, his movements patient and deliberate.“Does that feel okay?” he asked, watching her face for any signs of discomfort.She nodded again, her eyes squeezed shut. “Mhm. It’s just… weird.”Loki chuckled softly. “I know. But it’ll help, I promise.”He continued to work, his finger moving in small, gentle circles as he tried to ease her discomfort. After a few moments, he felt a subtle shift, and Sylvie let out a soft grunt, her face scrunching up.“There you go,” he said encouragingly. “That’s it. Just let it happen.”She pushed a little, her breath hitching as she tried to release. Loki could feel the pressure building, and he pressed his finger a little deeper, trying to help her along.“You’re doing so well, Sylvie,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. “Just a little more.”She grunted again, her face turning red as she pushed harder. Loki could feel the tightness giving way, and he moved his finger carefully, guiding her through it.Finally, she let out a relieved sigh, her body relaxing as she released. Loki pulled his finger out slowly, giving her a moment to catch her breath.“There,” he said softly, smiling down at her. “All done. How do you feel?”She blinked up at him, her little face flushed and confused. “I… I think I’m big again,” she said, her voice uncertain.Loki’s eyes widened slightly. That wasn’t what he’d expected. “Oh,” he said, pulling her pull-up back up and smoothing her dress down. “Do you want to go to the bathroom now that you’re big?”She paused, her brow furrowing as she thought about it. “I… I think I should stay in it,” she said quietly. “I already started, you know?”Loki nodded, understanding. “Alright. Let me check, okay?”She nodded, and he carefully untaped the sides of her pull-up, peeling it back to look inside. The smell hit him immediately—earthy and strong—and he saw the large, firm mass nestled in the center of the pull-up. It was dark brown, almost black in places, and the consistency was thick and heavy.“Wow,” Loki said, his eyebrows shooting up. “That’s… impressive.”Sylvie groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I hate this,” she mumbled, her voice muffled.Loki chuckled softly, carefully taping the pull-up back up. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Sylvie. It happens.”She peeked at him through her fingers. “Does it happen to you?”He smiled, shaking his head. “Not like this. But everyone’s different. And I’m here to help you, no matter what.”She sighed, letting her hands drop. “Thanks, Loki.”He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Of course. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”She nodded, and Loki scooped her up gently, carrying her to the bathroom to get her changed. As he worked, he couldn’t help but think about how often this must happen when she was in her adult headspace—and how little she probably talked about it. Once she was clean and in a fresh pull-up, he pulled out his phone and dialed Mobius’s number. It rang a few times before Mobius’s voice came through, slightly breathless.“Hey, Loki. Everything okay?”Loki glanced at Sylvie, who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, looking a little sheepish. “Yeah, everything’s fine. But I think we need to talk about Sylvie’s… constipation issues. It’s getting worse.”There was a pause on the other end of the line. “How bad?”Loki hesitated, then said, “Bad. She was regressed when it happened, but… she’s big now, and she’s still struggling with it.”Mobius sighed. “Alright. I’ll talk to her about it when I get home. Thanks for looking out for her, Loki.”“Of course,” Loki said, his voice softening. “She’s family.”He hung up the phone and turned back to Sylvie, who was staring at her hands in her lap. “Hey,” he said gently, crouching down in front of her. “We’re going to figure this out, okay? You’re not alone.”She looked up at him, her eyes a little watery. “Promise?”Loki smiled, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “Promise.”

Sylvie squirmed on the couch, her little legs swinging back and forth as she clutched her favorite stuffed unicorn to her chest. She was in her little space today, regressed to about three years old, and Loki, who was firmly in his adult headspace, had taken on the role of caregiver while Mobius was at work. He had already fed her breakfast—a bowl of oatmeal with a drizzle of honey—and they’d spent the morning coloring in her favorite princess coloring book. But now, something was off.

“Sylvie,” Loki said gently, crouching down in front of her, his voice soft but firm. “I think you need to go potty.”

She shook her head vigorously, her curls bouncing. “No! I’m a big girl! Big girls don’t go potty in their pull-ups!”

Loki raised an eyebrow. He’d seen this before—Sylvie’s stubbornness when it came to admitting she needed help, even when she was little. And he knew all too well about her struggles with constipation, even when she was in her adult headspace. 

“Let me check, okay?” he said, his tone calm but insistent. “If you don’t need to go, then that’s fine. But I just want to make sure.”

She hesitated, her little face scrunching up in thought. Finally, she gave a small nod. “Okay. But just a little check.”

Loki smiled reassuringly and slid a hand under her, lifting her gently off the couch. He laid her down on the soft blanket they’d been sitting on and carefully pulled up the hem of her dress. Her pull-up peeked out, soft and crinkly, and he gave her a comforting pat on the leg before gently tugging it down.

Sylvie squirmed again, her face flushing. “Loki, this is *embarrassing*,” she mumbled, covering her face with her unicorn.

“I know, sweetheart,” he said soothingly. “But it’s just me. I’m here to take care of you.”

He pressed a finger lightly against her, feeling the warmth and dampness of her pull-up. It was wet, but there was no sign of anything else. He frowned slightly, knowing how much trouble she’d been having lately.

“Can you relax for me, Sylvie?” he asked softly, his voice steady. “I just need to check a little more. It’ll only take a second.”

She nodded, her face still hidden behind the unicorn, and Loki carefully inserted his finger, feeling the tightness of her muscles. She tensed immediately, her little body stiffening.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, moving his finger gently, trying to coax her to relax. “You’re doing so well, Sylvie. Just take a deep breath for me.”

She did as he asked, her chest rising and falling shakily. Loki twisted his finger slightly, feeling the resistance as he tried to help her. It was slow going—she was so tight—but he kept at it, his movements patient and deliberate.

“Does that feel okay?” he asked, watching her face for any signs of discomfort.

She nodded again, her eyes squeezed shut. “Mhm. It’s just… weird.”

Loki chuckled softly. “I know. But it’ll help, I promise.”

He continued to work, his finger moving in small, gentle circles as he tried to ease her discomfort. After a few moments, he felt a subtle shift, and Sylvie let out a soft grunt, her face scrunching up.

“There you go,” he said encouragingly. “That’s it. Just let it happen.”

She pushed a little, her breath hitching as she tried to release. Loki could feel the pressure building, and he pressed his finger a little deeper, trying to help her along.

“You’re doing so well, Sylvie,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. “Just a little more.”

She grunted again, her face turning red as she pushed harder. Loki could feel the tightness giving way, and he moved his finger carefully, guiding her through it.

Finally, she let out a relieved sigh, her body relaxing as she released. Loki pulled his finger out slowly, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

“There,” he said softly, smiling down at her. “All done. How do you feel?”

She blinked up at him, her little face flushed and confused. “I… I think I’m big again,” she said, her voice uncertain.

Loki’s eyes widened slightly. That wasn’t what he’d expected. “Oh,” he said, pulling her pull-up back up and smoothing her dress down. “Do you want to go to the bathroom now that you’re big?”

She paused, her brow furrowing as she thought about it. “I… I think I should stay in it,” she said quietly. “I already started, you know?”

Loki nodded, understanding. “Alright. Let me check, okay?”

She nodded, and he carefully untaped the sides of her pull-up, peeling it back to look inside. The smell hit him immediately—earthy and strong—and he saw the large, firm mass nestled in the center of the pull-up. It was dark brown, almost black in places, and the consistency was thick and heavy.

“Wow,” Loki said, his eyebrows shooting up. “That’s… impressive.”

Sylvie groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I *hate* this,” she mumbled, her voice muffled.

Loki chuckled softly, carefully taping the pull-up back up. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Sylvie. It happens.”

She peeked at him through her fingers. “Does it happen to you?”

He smiled, shaking his head. “Not like this. But everyone’s different. And I’m here to help you, no matter what.”

She sighed, letting her hands drop. “Thanks, Loki.”

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Of course. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

She nodded, and Loki scooped her up gently, carrying her to the bathroom to get her changed. As he worked, he couldn’t help but think about how often this must happen when she was in her adult headspace—and how little she probably talked about it. 

Once she was clean and in a fresh pull-up, he pulled out his phone and dialed Mobius’s number. It rang a few times before Mobius’s voice came through, slightly breathless.

“Hey, Loki. Everything okay?”

Loki glanced at Sylvie, who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, looking a little sheepish. “Yeah, everything’s fine. But I think we need to talk about Sylvie’s… constipation issues. It’s getting worse.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “How bad?”

Loki hesitated, then said, “Bad. She was regressed when it happened, but… she’s big now, and she’s still struggling with it.”

Mobius sighed. “Alright. I’ll talk to her about it when I get home. Thanks for looking out for her, Loki.”

“Of course,” Loki said, his voice softening. “She’s family.”

He hung up the phone and turned back to Sylvie, who was staring at her hands in her lap. “Hey,” he said gently, crouching down in front of her. “We’re going to figure this out, okay? You’re not alone.”

She looked up at him, her eyes a little watery. “Promise?”

Loki smiled, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “Promise.”

In "Sylvie's Big Release," a day of caregiving takes an intimate turn when Loki, acting as the caregiver for the day, helps Sylvie, who is regressed to a three-year-old, deal with her constipation issues. The narrative explores age regression dynamics, caregiver responsibilities, and the intimate process of helping a loved one through a challenging bodily function, highlighting the emotional and physical support within a polyamorous, age regressor marriage.

Sylvie's Big Release

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